Kiss Before Dying(3)
Those thoughts were cast aside when Sebastian released my ass and brought my heeled feet to the dark wood floor. He unlatched the toggle at my throat and the red velvet cape pooled at my feet in a cascade of crushed crimson. The outfit beneath matched the material. The red-and-black lace, combined with patches of matching velvet, molded to my curves. The bone corset was incredibly tight, accenting my waist and enhancing the rounded swell of creamy white at my breasts.
I had chosen the colors thinking of him, inspired by the blood-red satin sheets adorning his bed. They were changed daily, but one thing remained consistent—the shade.
“Exquisite.” He exhaled the compliment, bringing his hands to my mask. “I want to see all of you.”
“Please, don’t,” I cried out in alarm, capturing his much larger fingers in mine. My voice trembled when I explained, “My face is marred, sire.”
For a moment he hesitated, and I worried the ruse had failed. Vampires had an uncanny ability to filter through and sense lies. After a moment he smiled, returning his focus to my body. His touch was impossibly soft, fingers barely whispering over my breasts. Somehow the teasing caresses were erotic, each brush leaving me yearning for more.
“Your skin is as warm and soft as silk left to bask in the sun. I can’t wait to taste you.”
Unable to resist, I arched into his experienced hands and pressed against him. My breasts went flush against his crisp white dress shirt, the mildly starched cotton painful against my tingling nipples. The skin beneath his clothing would be much better to touch—cool, pale and smooth.
Completely brazen, I purred, “Allow me to undress you, sire.”
He lowered his hands and his lips curved into a sinfully delicious smile. “As you wish.”
He removed his coat, and I started removing his shirt at the buttons near his throat, unhindered by my trembling fingers. I revealed his smooth alabaster skin bit by bit. When each button was undone I slid the material from his shoulders, dropping the garment to the floor and baring his torso. The muscles along his chest and stomach were cut and defined, each curve and crevice solid and smooth. Although fair, his skin seemed to radiate health and vibrancy from within.
“May I?” I asked and licked my lips.
He tilted his head, watching me closely, and answered, “You may.”
Starting at his chest, I pressed the lightest of kisses to his flawless skin. The flesh was cool and firm, the surface impossibly silken. Going lower, I followed the ripples of his abdomen. Darting my tongue out to taste his skin, I focused for a moment on his bellybutton, rolling the tip of my tongue around the indention. Sebastian’s breathing turned ragged, thickening into a moan. Suddenly his hands came onto my shoulders and applied subtle pressure. I didn’t resist and he lowered me to my knees.
“Finish undressing me, sweet.”
Chapter Two
The button on Sebastian’s slacks gave me trouble. He remedied that by reaching down with one hand and undoing it himself. Heart pounding and hands beginning to shake, I slowly pulled the zipper down. I’d never seen Sebastian naked, nor had I seen a naked man. Although I had pored over the books in his collection for guidance—including the ever-valuable sex manual the Ananga Ranga—I was excited but nervous.
When I pushed his slacks down his thighs his cock sprang forth—solid, long, thick and hard. The pink flesh was engorged, blue-hued veins prominent beneath the surface of the slicked skin. The length strained forward, a temptation and promise.
I brought my hands around that impressive part of him, caressing him in the manner that the books described as pleasurable. The rounded, plumlike head was swollen and large, much broader than the root. As I worked his length a bead appeared at the tip, like a crystalline diamond at the thin slit. I stared at the shimmering drop, mesmerized, longing to taste him.
“You may,” he groaned and shifted his hips, fisting the base of his shaft along with the heavy sac beneath in his hand.
I took the cool bead from the bulbous head with the tip of my tongue and brought it into my mouth. It was a slightly salty taste, bitter but not entirely unpleasant. I savored the gift, finally knowing more than the delicious flavor of his blood. Intrigued, wanting to explore him further, I moved in for a second lick. Every part of Sebastian was magnificent. This was certainly no different.
His hand shifted from his shaft to my hair. His fingers twined at the base of the fake strands and tugged. “No more teasing. Adore my cock as you should. Show me how much you want me.”
Widening my mouth and parting my lips, I brought my tongue out to cradle the meaty head. The rounded tip held my attention and I made sure to suck firmly and work my hands in harmony with the movements of my lips. Up and down, hot and wet. I sucked and relaxed my jaw. Within seconds I tasted more of his saltiness on my tongue, his pre-cum spilling into my mouth.