Page 40 of You Only Die Twice

I pause for a moment and look down at his shiny loafers. They’re so clean I can almost see myself in them. I’d never been one with a fetish for this sort of thing, but right now, I’d do just about anything Master Jackson asks of me, including this.

Getting onto all fours, I slide my cheek against the leather, pausing as I gather my thoughts and find my center. With slow, determined licks, I run my tongue along the surface, concentrating on the feel of it as I lap at them. Groaning, Jackson reaches his hand down across the swell of my ass and gives it a smack.

Heat unfurls through me as he alternates between smacking and kneading my flesh. I’m so shamefully wet. Glancing up, I ignore Chet and instead look at Luka, drinking in his dark gaze. His pants tent around the massive erection he’s sporting from watching this scene, and I tingle deep inside, knowing he’ll fill me soon enough. It’s their way.

“Free my cock, Little One,” Jackson grinds out, leaning back against the chair.

His throat convulses hard, swallowing as I shimmy up in between his thighs, teasing him as much as he’s been teasing me. I make quick work of his belt and tackle his buttons, sighing as his cock springs free.

“Ride me.”

I hoist my leg up to straddle him when Luka speaks up from behind. “The other way. I want him to see how little effort it gets to make you come all over Jackson’s cock. I want him to know there are no hidden vibrators, no tricks up our sleeves.”

Jackson draws his knees together and grips me by the waist, hoisting me up, sliding me between his stomach and his hard length. His thick cock grazes the front of my mound as I wriggle against him, earning a warning slap on my right nipple.

The yelp of surprise flies out of my mouth as my pussy spasms. Spreading his legs back out, Jackson angles me towards him, forcing my back against his chest as he grips himself, sliding his head through my slick folds.

“Spread your lips open for me. Let Chet see what a naughty, wet girl you are.” Jackson’s cool breath flutters against my skin as he orders me around. Whimpering, I slide my hand down and open myself to him, groaning when he rewards me by slapping his dick back against my clit.

Pushing it lower, he slides it deep inside, our groans mingling as he rocks me in place. He feels so good deep inside me. His cock pulses against my inner walls, and I clench around him, swiveling my hips to rub all the spots inside.

“Lie back on me. I’ll do all the work.”

With a sigh, I lean back, letting him take control. He slides his hands under my thighs and holds me in place as his cock tunnels in and out, slamming so deep inside I see stars with every stroke. His fangs graze my neck, sending a frisson of electricity through my body. Groaning, I force myself to stay still, to trust him to get me there.

Releasing one hand, he slides it down towards my clit. The smacks are a sharp, wet staccato as he strikes me over and over. Pain and pleasure collide, swirling deep inside as he continues to fill me with his impressive girth. Groaning, I dig my fingers into his thighs, holding on as my orgasm coils through me.

With a loud shout, I convulse about him, my pussy spasming as shudders flow through me. The pleasure keeps rolling through my body as his dick continues to ram into me until finally, his cum runs down our thighs in icy rivulets. With a soft kiss to my neck, he lets me down, whispers of good girl ringing in my ears.

“You see?” Luka looks down at his bare wrist as if it had a watch. “Mere minutes. None of this hour bullshit you’re claiming. Hell, it would take me forever too if I had no working knowledge of how to actually please a woman.” He turns from Chet and stares at me, his heated gaze filling me. “Crawl to me, pet,” Luka murmurs.

Satisfaction rolls through me as I once more get on my hands and knees. Jackson’s cum runs down my leg and follows me in a trail along the floor. The closer I get to Chet, the more I can hear the vitriol spewing from his mouth, but when I hear the word whore, my vision goes black.

The monster inside has had enough of his abuse. Looking up at Luka, I wait for his smile and nod before approaching Chet.

“I’m a whore? Why? Because I love to experience pleasure?” He opens his mouth, but I cut him off. “No. I’m the one talking now.” Reaching down, I slide my hand over his cock, gripping the insignificant length in my palm. It’s not that size actually matters for me, and he was more than enough to fill me when we were together. It’s more the matter that he never even tried using his cock in a way that brought me any pleasure.

Knowing him, he’d certainly equate the size, not putting two and two together where skill is concerned. I move my hand a bit, just enough for my nail to graze the tender skin, opening up a small set of capillaries. Chet’s scream does nothing but fuel the monster wriggling about.

“Permission to enjoy him?”

“Yes, Kotenok. Drain him dry.”

Dropping to my knees, I lap at the blood pouring from his dick, not at all concerned with the organ itself. I don’t give two shits if he comes or not. This is about me finally getting a drink that’s not from a damned coagulated cup. Groaning, I grip his balls, squeezing him tighter than is probably necessary. Once more, I’m rewarded with a wheezing squeak as Chet tries so hard to maintain his need for control.

The blood from his dick isn’t enough. I want more. I crave more. The last thing I want, however, is his cock in my mouth. Never again. Dropping a bit lower, I release my hand, letting his balls dangle free. The darkness encroaches again, whispering things in my ear that are all-too enticing.

Grinning, I bring one of his balls into my mouth, feeling the warmth pulsing through me before turning my head to let my fang graze the tight bulge. I hold there, letting him feel the sharp prick of my canine against his sensitive flesh, allowing his mind to fill in the blanks and come up with whatever scary scenario it wants to provide.

With infinite slowness, I let my fang descend, taking in his blood-curdling screams as I first pierce his skin, then the pop as my mouth fills with blood and fluids. He’s bitter. So much more bitter than I was expecting. Pulling back, I let the clear fluid splash to the floor, waiting until it runs red before putting my mouth back to him.

Luka bends down, one hand guiding my mouth as the other slides across my hair. “Here, my pet. You want to be more medial. The blood you’ve unleashed is merely capillaries and won’t fill you the way you need.”

Chet gives a strangled yell, his mouth desperate to form words but failing. With a soft growl, Luka lets go of my face and reaches out to the other exposed ball, slicing his thumbnail into the white, meaty orb. “You will not interrupt my lessons.”

This time, as he screams, Chet becomes limp, passed out from the agony we’ve inflicted on him, but that’s more than okay. Now, I won’t have to hear him; I can concentrate solely on the soothing, biting cadence of Luka’s voice as he once more directs my attention to the small arteries running alongside the inner part of his shattered balls.

“These are the testicular arteries. If you’re going to feed from this section of the body, do so from here. Otherwise, you’re better off going down here for the femoral artery. It all depends on how fast you want them to bleed out.”