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“You can’t get off more than once, or is it that you haven’t had a partner who is willing to put in the effort?”
His question washes away the dread, replacing it with the warmth I’m beginning to associate with Landon being close.
“Both, I think,” I say after a moment of consideration. I’d be concerned that I’m ruining the moment, but I can still feel how hard he is under me and the fingers on my thigh are stroking me, keeping the liquid heat pooling in my stomach hot. “Even by myself, if I want a second orgasm, it takes a lot of effort. Usually a toy and porn.”
My cheeks are red with my confession, but I’m twenty-nine and months away from my thirtieth birthday. I’m a grown-ass woman and masturbation isn’t anything to be ashamed of. Niamh and I’ve talked about porn, and recommended toys to each other, but I’ve never been this candid with a lover. Landon is safe, though, and just like opening up about my desire to be fed from, to have a Daddy, telling him about my masturbation habits isn’t weird or mood-ruining.
“I’ll keep that in mind, baby girl,” he answers, the spark of pride in his eyes sends a shiver of anticipation through me. “Thank you for telling me.”
Landon is most definitely dangerous, but not in the way he warned me about. I’m swiftly realizing there is little I won’t do to keep earning his praise. Not when it feels this delicious.
He slides his hand up my thigh, around my waist, to grab my ass before patting it once. “Now, I want you to take off these clothes so I can see you.”
I scramble off of him almost as quickly as I’d climbed onto him. I’m too eager to put on a show, ripping my shirt up and over my head, not caring where it lands, then pushing my pajama pants down my legs, before toeing off my socks as I step out of the pants and kicking the pile to the side. Landon is watching me with a blend of desire and amusement, my skin burning from his perusal.
I know I’m not curvy, that one potential fling told me I was a carpenter’s dream “flat and straight.” It made me insecure at the time, but I’ve learned to love my body, small breasts and ass included. I’m tall, willowy, and strong enough to stand against my opponents in the boardroom. Freckles dust my shoulders, but I refuse to be ashamed of them in spite of them being unfashionable.
From his hungry gaze alone, my nipples become hardened peaks, my pussy even wetter, my arousal slicking the inside of my thighs now that I’m bare before him. There’s no room for insecurity in the spotlight of Landon’s attention, and when he leans back against the couch and casually grips then adjusts his obvious erection, I want to preen and pose for him. In fact, I decide to.
“Like what you see, Daddy?” I run my fingers across the flat planes of my stomach, enjoying the rough pads from decades of cello playing. No amount of manicures will ever get rid of the calluses, and again I don’t care how unfashionable it is for a woman in the social elite of Newgate to have rough hands. I earned these calluses through decades of dedication to my favorite instrument. I refuse to lessen myself for the approval of strangers.
“You’re beautiful,” Landon says, his voice deeper and more rough than before. He pats his knee. “Come sit on my lap, Little Bird. I want to explore you.”
I turn, sitting on the knee he instructed and wrap an arm around his shoulder. The worn jersey material of his shirt and the smooth, cool fabric of his pants are practically abrasive to my sensitive skin. One of his arms wraps around my lower back, bracing me, though his hand goes to my outer thigh, coaxing me to spread my legs for him. With his other hand, he doesn’t make me wait, dipping two fingers between my folds near my entrance and dragging them upwards.
“You’re fucking soaked, baby girl.” The approval in his voice has my head dropping back, my eyes closing, as my heart beats faster. “Are you always this wet, or is this just for daddy?”
“You,” I whisper out, hips following Landon’s fingers as he continues to explore my pussy. He deftly avoids my clit and entrance, teasing me and dragging out the pleasure. I find myself doubly glad I told him about not being able to orgasm multiple times. It’d be so easy to give in and get myself off right now, but I don’t want it to be over yet.
Landon’s fingers leave me, my folds swollen and sensitive. I open my eyes, bringing my head back up, only to gasp out a broken moan when he spreads my slick across my sensitive nipples. With my free hand, I grip the edge of the couch cushion, arching my back to press my breasts into his hands, eager for more.
A huff of warm air, filled with dark mirth, washes across my shoulder and neck before he nips my neck with his lips. “So eager for me. So ready to be such a good girl.”
I nod, unashamed, hungry for exactly that. “Please,” I whine out, already reduced to a creature of pure need and desire. I arch my neck, baring my throat to him. The need to experience his fangs in me is visceral, all the way down into my soul. “Bite me. Feed from me.”
He drags his nose along the line of my throat, and my eyelids flutter closed, unable to hold against the onslaught of sensations.
“How can I deny you when you beg so sweetly, baby girl?”
Landon gives me no other warning. On the heels of his words, twin sharp pinches burn in my throat—an agony intense enough to make me shout, my hand flying from the edge of the couch to his shoulder, fisting his shirt. Tears flood to my eyes, and it’s as if my entire being has been cast into molten lava. After a long, drawn-out heartbeat, the pain transforms into soul shuddering bliss and my shout becomes a wail. His hands hold me, one gripping my thigh, the other having risen at some point to fist my curls and keep me in place.
I cant my hips, humping the air as my pussy throbs in time with each long suck against my neck. Landon’s lips brand my neck, the rest of his body cool thanks to his vampiric nature. I’m thankful for it, else I fear I’d spontaneously combust.
My core begins to throb, clenching and fluttering, and I whimper. Shaking my head, I breathe out, “I’m so close. Please, not yet. I don’t want this to end.”
The tugging at my neck, the draining sensation disappears at once. The place he bit me aches, but he lavishes it with his tongue, soothing the pain.
“Oh, I’m not even close to being done with you, baby girl. You taste so fucking perfect,” Landon growls against my ear.
Dropping my hand between us, I grope for his erection, grinning when he groans as I stroke him through his pants. Turning my face towards him, I open my eyes just enough to see his. My stomach drops out from my body, plummeting the twelve floors to the earth below. His golden eyes are illuminated with desire, his pupils so wide the gold is only a bright ring.
“On your knees,” Landon orders and I melt off him, twisting to land on my knees between his splayed legs, bracing myself on his thighs. He leans forward, gripping my chin and running his thumb over my lips, eyes glinting when I capture it between my lips. “I’ve been dying to see your lips around my cock. But your lips are just as pretty around my fingers.”
He pulls his thumb from my lips only to replace them with the two fingers he’d teased me with, giving me no option except to take them into my mouth. His fingers are long enough I almost gag, but he pulls back right before I do. His eyes are glued to my lips, where he’s finger-fucking my mouth, and when he brings a third finger to my lips, I open them, eager to keep him so pleased.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, and I swirl my tongue around his fingers, enjoying the taste of my pleasure blending with his skin. He presses further back, and naturally I pull away, not wanting to gag.
“No.” His hard voice makes me freeze, my eyes flying up to his. “Don’t move, baby girl. Relax your throat for daddy.”
