“You were an innocent virgin when I first fucked you . . . only a week ago,” I panted in his ear. He grunted loudly. “Now we’re having sex in public. You’re a filthy, dirty, perverted vampire.”
I cracked the crop against William’s hip even harder. I had to have him exactly how I wanted him, and that need grew more desperate by the second. I wanted to tear my shirt off and shove my breasts in his mouth, but I remembered that I was his as much as he was mine, and he didn’t want my body on display.
That thought, along with the throbbing and pounding cold between my legs, made me come explosively. There were a few times where I had some fun in front of others at play parties, but never actual intercourse. I had always thought that my first foray into public sex would have my attention spread between the people watching and the person I was fucking, but there was only William. There was only that angel’s face, and that gracefully muscular body under me, and the sounds of pleasure coming from lips that only an artist could create. And when he whispered, “Mistress, I’m yours,” while coming deep inside me, it was for my ears only.
We left shortly after. I wanted to be alone with him. The car ride home consisted of hands groping bodies and stealing kisses at red lights.
“I’ve never been so happy to be me,” he laughed.
I rubbed his leg. “Mmmmm,” I said, “I was the envy of every man and woman in that room,” I purred. “You were spectacular.”
He stopped his stroking and looked at me strangely. “That’s not what I meant,” he said. “I’ve never been so happy to be me, because I was the envy of everyone at that party. You”—he nearly stuttered—“you captivated everyone. And, when we were . . . together . . .” He paused a moment and collected himself. “When we were together, the way people looked at us—I could see that watching our interaction was the most erotic and gorgeous thing many of them had ever seen. I have never been so happy,” he continued, “to make people jealous.”
I discreetly filled out a note card I had packed in my purse. I pretended to be fidgeting with my phone, but William called me out.
“Is that going in your recipe box?” he asked.
I sunk down into the seat, defeated. “Busted.”
He laughed and stroked my hair. “I’d like to see it.”
“How about we just make some memories I can file away?” I asked, palming his crotch as we pulled into my driveway.
“I think you need a special box for me,” he said.
“And why is that?”
“Because you’ve never had a vampire boyfriend before.”
I grunted at his attempt to reignite the conversation we had earlier about where the relationship was going. “Correction, I’ve never had a vampire submissive before.”
Even though the windows of the car were rolled up, I could swear I heard crickets.
“Ouch,” William said after a moment.
“Yeah, ouch. You’re pushing me. Don’t,” I replied, not backing down from my harsh comment.
He ran his hand up my leg. “I know you’re the only one in this relationship that does any pushing,” he said into my ear. “Or pulling,” he continued, slinking his tongue down my neck. “Or tugging.” His hand was unbuttoning my shorts at this point, and I was ready to sprint inside the house.
The sex after that conversation consisted of naked bodies and a bungee love swing and some warm cherry lube. It took the edge off the whole Chilly Willy situation, considering the fact that last night I think Bizzy got frostbite.