Chapter 29 #2
Sunaria gave a nod that I must finish it, and the girl’s arms flopped by her sides, her breaths growing shallow.
My fangs found her throat again and it felt divine; her blood was my sacrament.
When I found her true self deep within her, I chose to proceed after her, and in doing so, lost myself. All compassion dissolved and I couldn’t follow where she led. Hearing her heart cease to beat, I knew the true horror of what I’d done.
I clambered off the bed and flew at Sunaria. With a shove, I had her pinned against the door. “I’m a monster!”
She tried to push me away, but I thrust her back and grabbed her wrists to control her. Another kiss, this time deeper and more punishing, conveying my anger for this violation. I pulled away. “You did this to me.” I ripped at Sunaria’s dress, stripping her naked.
She scratched my face.
I spun her around and pushed her down over several of the pillows, not caring if I hurt her or not, assuming she could make me stop if she really wanted to escape.
Sunaria fought against me.
My right hand reached around, my fingers finding their way between her silky thighs to that soft bud. With firm circular movements, I played with her clit.
“Hands by your head,” I demanded.
She reached back and scraped my forearms, drawing blood. I spanked her so hard that she sucked in her breath and froze.
“Do it,” I snapped.
Slowly, Sunaria brought her hands up in front of her, holding one hand with another.
I squeezed her nipples, moving from one to the other then back again, making her shudder.
With my other hand, I followed the arch of her back, brushing my fingernails over her buttocks and digging them into her soft skin.
Sunaria’s raven locks tumbled over her shoulders in disarray, and I felt her body relax, her sighs revealing a lifetime of yearning for this very moment.
With a firm grip on both of her arms, I guided her so that her forehead rested upon the black rug with her derrière angled up, fully exposing her. I explored those pale thighs, advancing near her sex, but not touching it.
“Don’t move.” I rose and strolled past the dead girl, avoiding her vacant stare, and picked up one of the tall, red candles. It had burned halfway down but still had some use, and its flame flickered as I carried it back.
Sunaria had obediently remained still. I stood before her, staring down, savoring the sight of her subjugated at my feet, exhilarated that I’d become her master. Sunaria’s body quivered with each breath, as though she threatened to spring up in defiance.
“Disobey me and you’ll regret it.” I tilted the dancing flame and dropped red, hot wax onto her spine.
She gasped with each splash and dared to lift her head. Another sharp spank to her derrière persuaded her to resume her pose and, with a firm hand, I eased her thighs farther apart, hinting that I may indeed take her.
I was rock hard.
With another tilt, red wax trickled onto her upper back, snaking down her sides and under her breasts, hardening, leaving fine, red lines and scarlet welts that soon dissipated. She was shaking uncontrollably.
For a long time, I waited and watched, enjoying having conquered her. Empowered, I luxuriated in the frissons that pulsed from my solar plexus down into my aching groin. The more I resisted the urge to finish this conquest, the more delectable it felt.
From the way Sunaria’s sex responded and glistened, I knew she wanted this, too. Her nails clawed the rug, revealing her need, her fingers splaying out and then curling again. With the candle still burning, I positioned it close by.
I knelt behind Sunaria and brushed my fingers up her back, and then down and around her waist, fondling between her thighs.
Answering the throbbing between my legs, I readied myself and with one thrust I entered her, hearing her respond with a husky cry.
The tightness that closed in around me intensified and hardened me even more, the rush of ecstasy so great that I fought not to explode before I’d taught Sunaria her lesson.
Sunsets and sunrises were lost to me, the finest meals, the best wines, but not this last pleasure. This one rapturous thrill could never be stolen from me.
From us.
Her thighs shook vigorously, but I continued my thrusts, holding onto her hips, sticky with the wax, pounding against her.
The dead girl’s eyes were open and her jaw slack, her expression calm, our only audience, our perfect, naked witness.
With the quiver of Sunaria’s thighs, she moved with me, her sighs in time with my pumping, blended in rhythm. Both of us rocked in a perfect melding of lust. Deeper inside her now, I drove her on, feeling her spasming, and then completely surrendering.
I paused.
Sunaria’s movements begged for more and though this moment was perfectly sublime, I withdrew from her. Nearby, the flame of the candle I’d used wavered several times before going out.
I leaned down close to Sunaria’s ear and whispered, “If you ever do that to me again, I’ll never fuck you like this again.”
I reached round to her spray of dark curls and gently spanked her there until she sobbed with pleasure through gritted teeth.
Then I gripped her hips and thrust myself inside her, pummeling her into a frenzy.
She came, crying out, her entire body shuddering as overwhelming surges left no part of her unaffected. Spotted in perspiration, trying to catch her breath, she let her body go limp.
I pulled her up against me, holding her in my arms. “We are equals,” I said softly.