How to Discipline Your Vampire(115)

            He skulked around the bed, planning his attack. He sat on the edge, examining me, finalizing his strategy.

            “I like you like this, Cerise,” he purred, and crawled toward me like a mountain cat. He hiked up the long white nightgown, bunching it around my shoulders, exposing my white thong and naked breasts. I stifled a moan.

            “You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to,” he taunted. “I could do anything to you right now.” He raised an eyebrow and used a thin fingernail to take apart my thong slowly, occasionally bending his head down to circle his tongue around my nipples. “Anything.”

            I writhed, desperate for him. Bizzy started bitching about how I should have tried this long ago. The Domme inside me wriggled as well—this was strangely uncomfortable, but in a good way. I was stretching, mentally.

            He lowered his face toward mine, almost menacingly. “I could drink from you if I wanted,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

            I lost what little control I had over my body. I tried to fling myself at him, but I was too restrained by the ropes. He chuckled, then placed a slim blindfold over my eyes as he disrobed. “If you please me, I’ll let you watch,” he said, as I heard his clothes slide from his exquisite body. Slowly, I felt the familiar, cool hands exploring my flesh. Keeping quiet was proving to be difficult, but I managed.

            For him, I could do anything.

            “So soft, Cerise,” he whispered, as his vibrating fingers stroked me intimately. “And even wetter than usual. You like when Master takes his time, don’t you?” he asked, swirling one long pointer around artfully. The only incentive I had for not screaming his name was the threat of not being able to watch him fuck me, so I kept quiet, miraculously.

            Subbing was hard work.

            “I wonder if you’d like this,” he said, and slickly trailed his finger lower to a place he had never gone. Again, my eyes flew open at the new sensation. He teased me a bit, pleased with my body’s reaction. He smiled, and breathed into my ear, “Perhaps another time, as a reward. Now that I know you like it.” He pinched my left cheek. “Naughty girl.”

            Now, this was something I would definitely take William up on, but Bizzy had mixed feelings about this—she didn’t want to be ignored.

            William quickly remedied Bizzy’s disappointed sentiment as he started to play with me in other ways. He shifted his body and I could feel the tip of him just barely grazing my entrance; I tried to wiggle so it would go in a little more.

            “Not yet,” he said, voice stern. “I haven’t fed yet. I will fuck you when I’m ready.”

            I felt his fingers at my throat, and his cool breath on my neck coming in quick blasts. “Are you scared?” he asked, and I shook my head no.

            “It wouldn’t matter anyway,” he growled. “I’m taking your blood and then I’m taking your body.”

            He removed my diamond earrings, and I felt a small pinprick right at the crook of my shoulder.

            Several things happened at once. A warm trickle, a deep and cold thrust, and light flooding my eyes.

            Finally, I could see him and take him in completely. He hovered over me, pulsing in and out between my legs, lapping blood from my neck. Our eyes met, and his bloodred mouth spoke one word over and over.

            “Mine,” he growled as he thrust into my immobile form. “Mine,” he cried as he siphoned the blood from my body.

            “All fucking mine,” he sighed, and pulled the gag from my mouth and kissed me deeply as we both came, bodies shuddering at the experience.

            I was his.