Chapter 14 – Dahlia #3
And then he starts fucking me, pulling out slowly and pushing back in just as leisurely and his hands return to my ass, one hand on each cheek and he spreads me, my body growing even tighter around his shaft as he pulls me open with his hands, my ass cheeks spreading wide and I feel the roughness of the rope on my wrists as I try to pull my arms back down.
My pussy is wet and my clit is throbbing as he pushes into me from behind.
I can feel how long his cock is, how thick, and as he fucks me, I can feel every inch of it.
“Does that feel good?” he asks through a shuddering breath. He’s trying to take his time, trying to hold back and I know he wants to let loose. “Can I make you feel better?”
“Yes,” I manage to say, the word shaky. “Yes, my lord.”
He brings his hand to my cunt and slides his fingers inside, fucking me with them, in an expert motion that grazes over my clit, and fuck !
I’m immediately coming, a tsunami that rolls over me and pulls me down until I don’t know which way is up.
I’m screaming his name, I’m convulsing, jerking on the bed like a rabid animal, and the waves of pleasure just don’t stop as they pound me again and again.
“I can’t hold back,” he says through a groan and then he grunts loudly, his cock driving in deep and I feel the sudden heat of cum shooting deep inside me, filling up my ass as he holds me wide, shooting again and again, his length pulsing inside me.
When he’s emptied himself in me, he pulls back and I feel his cum leaking from my ass and down my thighs, sliding down my legs and onto the bed.
“Had enough?” he says and for once he’s sounding breathless. Does this man never tire? Even vampires have their limits, despite being able to come again and again without a pause.
I try to speak but I’m so exhausted and spent and my body doesn’t even feel like it belongs to me anymore, like I’ve been shot up into space and left there among the galaxies.
“I know I said I was going to put my cock in your mouth,” he adds with a chuckle, “but I think we can save that for later.”
Thank god, because as much as I’ve discovered some dark and dirty kink side of me, I’m not kinky enough to put a cock in my mouth that’s also just been up my ass.
“Here,” he says softly. “Let me clean you up.” I feel him get off the bed, coming back with a soft warm washcloth that he gently rubs all over my body. His actions are so precise and delicate and caring that it conflicts with how rough he likes his sex.
“There,” he says. He leans over me and places a gentle kiss on my forehead, then his hands go to mine and I feel him undoing the ropes.
Suddenly my hands drop away, flooded with a rush of pins and needles.
“Ow,” I say quietly.
“Did that hurt?” he asks and then I feel his fingers gently brushing over the raw grooves the rope left in my wrists. “They will heal,” he says, then leans over to place kisses on them.
Then he pulls back and his hands go to the blindfold.
He undoes it and lifts it off.
I wince at the light, as dim as it is, until my eyes come into focus.
Valtu is staring at me, his face inches away. His gaze is light, almost adoring as he studies my face, his mouth quirked up in the corner, smiling softly.
My god, there’s never been anyone so handsome.
“There you are,” he says quietly, reaching forward to brush a strand of hair off my head.
I take a moment and look around the room.
It’s dimly lit in here, the walls a charcoal grey, faint light coming in from the windows, but otherwise a very cozy space with old paintings on the walls, no doubt originals, in gilded frames, and antique lacquered dressers and armoires, candles stacked on top of them along with vases of black roses.
I feel like I’m waking up in the house of a man from the 1800s and I guess that’s not too far off.
We’re also alone. Now that I can move, now that I can see, nothing seems so scary anymore.
“Thank you,” he says, picking up my hand and kissing the marks on my wrist.
“For what?”
“For trusting me,” he says gravely. “I know you didn’t want to but…
it was really important to me.” He lowers my hand and licks his lips, his eyes growing darker as he stares at me.
“You see, I have trust issues. I…I have gotten close to people before and when they’ve discovered who I really am, what I’m really made of, they run away.
That darkness you have? I wanted to make sure you wouldn’t run away from mine.
I wanted to know if you would freely submit yourself to me, through pleasure and through pain.
I wanted to know if I could trust you as much as you could trust me. ”
The funny thing is, I do trust him. I shouldn’t. He doesn’t know that I know he’s a vampire, that he’s killed people, that he could easily do the same to me, especially if he finds out who I truly am. But after all I just went through here in his bed, I do trust him.
There’s no one else I want to give my body over to like him.
I nod, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want you to,” I tell him softly. “I want you to trust me as much as I trust you.”
He smiles, leaning in and kissing me on the lips again. I taste our sex on the light swipe of his tongue.
“Good.” He pulls back and bites his lip for a moment before asking, “Can I ask you something?”
“Anything.”
His brow raises expectantly.
I punch his arm weakly. “Don’t you dare think I’m going to call you my lord outside of the bedroom.”
He laughs, briefly looking up to the ceiling. “Okay, well it was worth a shot.” Then his smile turns wistful. “But seriously. I know I have a class to teach today and you have classes to go to but…is there any chance you’ll play hooky with me?”
My eyes widen in surprise. “You’re skipping school? Professor Aminoff!” I cry out, admonishing him.
He leans in closer to me, cupping my chin between his fingers.
“How can you blame me? Look at you, Dahlia. You beautiful, wicked creature. An angel in disguise. I have you naked in my bed. You just let me defile you in the most deviant ways. There’s no way in hell I can go to work today and not be thinking about the taste of your cunt. ”
My cheeks immediately flush with heat at that. Such a dirty mouth on him, my god.
“Stay in bed with me,” he goes on persistently, running his thumb over my lower lip before pushing it inside so it rests on my lower teeth. “Let me play with you all day.”
Luckily the classes I have today aren’t with Valtu, so the both of us won’t be noticeably absent from the same class.
I’m not a real student anyway.
A smile slowly spreads across my face as I give in. “Okay.”
He grins, his eyes squinting with delight, and my god I think I’m falling for this man.
Enough so that I’m staying here with him because I want to. Not because I should, or that I’m on the right track with him, and this is what the guild would want me to do to reach our goals, but because I want to.
And I know this is going to be a huge fucking problem for me down the line.