Chapter 13 – Valtu #2
Her eyes go wide and I laugh. “Don’t worry.
I’ll go early and retrieve it,” I assure her, trailing my lips back to her neck.
I nip at her earlobe, going lower, right to the hollow above her collar bone, and breathe in deeply through my nose so it goes straight to my head.
That sweet, sweet scent of her blood. I distract myself by slipping my fingers between her thighs.
She’s so warm and gratuitously wet, achingly ready for me, and I slide my forefinger down over her clit.
“Open for me,” I say and she does, her stance widening, and I slip two fingers inside her.
She moans, her back arching, bearing down.
But I pull my fingers out and she lets out a soft whimper of disappointment at their absence.
“What?” she asks, staring at me with need. “You can touch me.”
I will do more than touch you , I think.
“You know you’re mine now,” I whisper, licking at the shell of her ear as I caress her with my fingers again. “I told you last night that there was no turning back and I meant it.”
“Yes, my lord,” she purrs.
Fuck, I love that. I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise her, plunging my fingers back inside her. “And what else will you do for your lord?”
“Oh god,” she whispers, eyes falling closed, mouth open. “Anything.”
“Beg me for it, love,” I say as I reach up and yank down the neckline of her dress, her chest heaving, her nipples hardening as the air cools them. I nudge them with my nose, lighting them on fire. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please,” she whispers.
“Please, what?” I ask, sucking and licking at her breasts. Her skin tastes salty and sweet, a flavor I cannot live without. Every inch of her tastes like heaven.
“Please,” she says again, her voice shaking. “Fuck me, my lord, I beg you.”
I groan, my cock so fucking hard now I feel I might break right through the fly of my jeans. She is so, so good at this.
I nip at her earlobe, trailing kisses down her neck as I run my fingers over her clit again.
She’s wet, so wet and ready and I can’t get enough of the slick feel of her.
I can smell her lust for me and I need it coated around my dick.
I need to taste it, taste her. “Touch me like the obedient girl you are,” I tell her.
“Yes, my lord,” she hisses, her eyes glazed as she pulls back to meet my gaze. “I’m yours.” Her hands drop to my fly, undoing it, taking my cock out into her hands where she gives it a hard squeeze.
Jesus.
I need her.
I need to ravage her.
Let the darkness envelope us.
She cries out as I spin her around and toss her to the ground, the lush rug cushioning her fall. I quickly shove up her dress around her waist as she rolls over to face me and tries to push herself up on her elbows.
“Stay like that,” I command.
“Yes, my lord,” she says, her eyes heavy with lust as she lies back down, swallowing hard.
I stand there and let my eyes roam over her like I’m inspecting her, making a hard fist around my cock.
She’s so fucking beautiful, her skin flushed, her chest heaving, a rosy blush across her cheeks, her lips parted and her eyes full of desire.
My body is on fire, my blood pounding in my veins like I’m going to explode at any moment, and I stroke my cock harder.
She shudders as I trail my gaze over her breasts, full and exposed over the neckline, then down beneath where the skirt of her dress is gathered, acting as if she can literally feel my eyes on her body.
“Let me see,” I say, giving my dick another near painful squeeze. “Let me see that pretty cunt of yours.”
Her fingers curl at her sides as she spreads her legs even further apart, her hips rising.
“Good girl,” I say and I drop to my knees in front of her. I trail my fingers over her soft skin, over everything slick and pink, and she squirms, the muscles in her thighs quivering from my light touch.
My dark gaze meets hers and I watch her, my fingers sliding up to stroke her clit. She gasps as her hips roll toward me, her mouth slightly open.
“You’re a bad girl, aren’t you?” I say, my voice a low growl.
“I’m a good girl for my lord,” she pants.
“Will you be a bad girl for me now?” I ask, rubbing her clit and she arches her back. “Will you succumb to your darkness?”
I push my fingers inside her and she moans, her hips jerking forward, wanting more as she pushes down on my hand. I pump my fingers inside her as she writhes on the rug, so fucking hot and tight and wet, I can barely stand it.
The damn skirt is falling in the way and I need those hips bucking against me.
I push it up even further, yanking it up until it’s around her waist again.
I smooth my hand down her thigh and then slide it under her knee and up her legs again.
She shudders, her back arching, wanting more.
I want to give her more, but not like this.
I slip my hand under the small of her back and like she weighs nothing more than a feather, I flip her over until she’s on her stomach.
I push my hands against her ass, spreading them, opening her up to me. She’s so fucking beautiful, her ass perfectly smooth, pale and plump.
“So good, so fucking good,” I growl, lunging forward to lick at her wet pussy.
I kiss it, spreading her open with my fingers, my lips pressed against her clit. Her fingers dig into the rug by her head as she arches her back, her ass pressed toward me.
I can’t hold back any longer. I’m surprised I lasted this long.
I quickly shove down my jeans until my cock is totally free, then with a vice like grip I push it into her soaking wet cunt, grabbing her ass.
I’m not gentle. I shove myself inside her, my hand going to her hair. I pull her head back, arching her neck, and she lets out a gasp of shock.
Then she starts to moan, her body trembling as I hold her in place and thrust inside of her. It’s so good, this feeling of being completely enveloped by her, the wet depths of her heat, but I want more. I want to claim her completely.
I let go of her hair, leaving a few strands in my hand and I quicken my pace, my cock burying deep inside her, again and again, my fingers gripping her hips.
She whimpers and moans. “Yes, oh god.”
She’s close to the edge, I can tell from the way her breath is coming in gasps, and I pull out of her. She looks back at me with confusion, almost pained anger for having stopped it.
I grab her by the hair with my left hand, yanking her back to me. Her eyes are wide and her breath ragged. “I’ll be your darkest secret,” I whisper, my lips pressed against the her ear. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes, my lord,” she moans.
Suddenly I’m compelled to raise my hand. I bring it down hard across her ass, the slap echoing throughout the room. She yelps, jumping and before she can say anything I spank her again on the other cheek.
Fuck, there is something else about this that is damn familiar.
“Did you like that?” I murmur and lean down, running my lips over the blooming pink patches on her skin.
“Yes,” she says shakily.
“Well, you’ve been a very good girl so far. I’ll give you what you really want.”
I guide my cock back to her entrance and she wriggles beneath me with need, her eyes filled with lust, her mouth open and panting.
I hold her there for a moment and then I drive my cock deep inside her, so deep it feels like I’m nailing her to the floor.
She lets out a cry that is music to my ears, a cry of the sweetest agony.
She takes my breath away.
I pull her hands behind her, pinning them at the small of her back and, holding her in place, I fuck her like a fucking animal, thrust after thrust, her ass rocking back against me, taking it all. Her moans, loud and full of need, fill the room, as does the slap of my balls against her skin.
She’s so close. I can feel it. I can feel her legs quiver as she tries to stay on her knees. I jerk her head back by her hair, my cock throbbing as I feel her tighten around me. This is what I need. This is what I crave. It’s the deepest part of her, her darkest desire and this is it.
“Oh god!” she cries out as she comes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I bury myself to the hilt inside her and I groan as I feel it.
The fire, the heat, the sweet pain, the hunger, they all come flooding over me.
Her release grips my cock and pulsates through me, and I come violently hard.
I spill deep inside her, marking her for all time.
She’s mine now, whether she likes it or not, she’s mine.
I pull back and look down at her, our gazes meeting. She’s breathing heavily, her head bowed. I run my fingers through her hair and I lift her head up and look her in the eye. “Look at me,” I say.
She looks up, looking into my eyes, her face flushed, her lips parted.
“I’m yours, my lord,” she whispers.
“Good girl,” I tell her, kissing her cheek.
Then I pull out of her. Watch as my cum drips down her thighs and to the rug and I have time to save it before it creates a mess.
I run my hand up over her thigh, gathering my cum on my fingers, and push it back inside her cunt. She jerks a little, no doubt surprised at what I’m doing. Much tidier this way.
And luckily for the both of us, I got a vasectomy a very long time ago.
Vampire sperm is known for blasting through any birth control pills or methods available, probably a way to ensure the survival of my species.
I couldn’t stand to have a child now, and I’m pretty sure Dahlia doesn’t want a vampire baby messing up her life either.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her, sliding the rest of my cum back inside her, my fingers sliding in deep. “I’ll let you rest for a little bit before I fuck you again.”
But from the way she’s already moving her hips, I can tell she doesn’t need any rest at all.