Okay, this was it. Was he a fuckhot vampire about to make me his snack, or just some whackjob with superb journaling skills? Oddly enough, I preferred the former. I took the small knife and made a tiny incision between my breasts. It was barely a nick—I almost didn’t feel it.
But he did.
The reaction from William was startling. He jolted upright in the chair, shattering the ankle restraints as well as the one remaining wrist shackle.
But he didn’t get up. He simply kept his arms and legs in place, and looked at me levelly. He was shaking, but otherwise unperturbed.
Then I noticed why.
“Breathe, William,” I commanded.
His normally stoic face shook as he drew a ragged breath. “Mistress, please,” he choked. “Yellow.”
Fuck—he was going to safe-word. I had to talk him down.
I walked closer to him. “But I thought you desired this, William. It is your nature,” I said, not sure if I was taunting him, or asking for an actual response. “Don’t you like it?”
His eyes lolled in his head and he took another breath. “Yes, I do,” he said with a struggle. “But I’m afraid.”
I nodded at him. “Good. This is punishment. It should be both pleasurable and uncomfortable. But it will be over soon,” I said, grabbing a tissue. He sighed loudly.
He thought I was going to wipe the blood away. Instead, I blotted a dab on the tissue and brought it to his face.
“You can do this, William,” I said, waggling it under his nose.
He growled and licked his lips. This wasn’t torture, I decided, he wanted it. I stroked his erect length to encourage him.
“You’re doing great,” I said.
He grunted.
“I’m going to let you taste it now,” I said, climbing up on his lap. I sat on my knees, atop his thighs, and brought my breasts level with his face.
He shuddered in either ecstasy or horror or some feeling unknown to humans.
I brought my chest, along with the small trail of blood, to his face and made my demand. “Lick.”
William opened his mouth, looked up at me, and ran his cool tongue down the curve of my half-exposed right breast. I bit my lip, and my eyes rolled back at the sensation.
“Come on, William,” I teased. “I know you’ll be okay. Do it.”
He lapped at my chest again, using his tongue to push the shiny fabric off my nipple, exposing me. He swirled his tongue over it, wetly.
“Don’t distract me, William. Drink,” I said.
He worshipped my breast with his mouth for a minute, and then spoke into my warm flesh. “I think I need a little more distraction, Mistress. Something to take my mind off my impulses, perhaps.” I smiled, knowing exactly what he needed.
I untied the cord on his neck, allowing his head full range of motion, and moved from kneeling position to straddling. I parted my legs widely, and slid him home.
“Ahh, Mistress,” he groaned. I pushed closer to William, swallowing him within me deeply, completely.
“Are you ready?” I asked, grinding my hips against his, slowly.
He didn’t speak, but simply lowered his head to the small streak of blood. His eyes never left mine as I watched him open his mouth, extend his tongue, and do what his kind loved most.