Page 27 of The Vampire’s Prey

As I get close, almost about to hurl over, he pulls away. I whine in protest and try to wiggle closer. My efforts are rewarded with another smack to my bottom. Not painful, but warm and tingly, mixing in with the sensations already going through me.

"Please," I beg, desperation coloring my voice. He said I would, and God help me, I am.

"Please what, pet?" He growls near my ear. I was so focused on my body that I didn't even see or hear him come up.

Shivering with need, I look up at him, trying to beg him with my eyes. "Please, sir?"

He smiles down at me, that wolfish, predatory smile of his. "Please, sir, what? I want to hear it. Beg for it pet."

Mortification washes over me. But I'm too far gone. Too desperate. "Please sir, I really need to come.” Sharp teeth graze my ear, sending goosebumps down my body. "Oh God, please. Please."

"Are you calling me god? Or are you referring to your own deity?"

I actually stop for several seconds. What did I mean? It's not like God would actually hear this prayer. "Whichever one will get me off?"

His loud laugh bounces around the dungeon surprising the few people I can see from my position.

"Ahh. I admire your honesty. But no.” He returns back behind me. "I decide when I let you come, and I do not believe you have learned your lesson yet. You will come before tonight is over, but not until I allow it."

I huff into the spanking bench. Of course, I can't come without permission. Shocker.

Pleasure zips through me suddenly as he thrusts a finger deep inside. "Pouting and attitudes will not convince me to let you orgasm faster. Please keep that in mind."

He continues thrusting for a few more moments before replacing his finger again with his tongue. A groan rips from my throat. My fingers dig into the padding of the spanking bench. I have never wanted to come so badly in my life. When he pulls back again, I sigh, waiting for whatever new onslaught he has planned for me. What I’m not expecting is for his tongue to go up a little higher. I shriek softly as his tongue licks somewhere it definitely doesn’t belong. I try desperately to squirm away; however, his hands grip my butt and holds on, pinning me between the bench and his tongue.

This should not feel so good. And yet, I can feel my arousal stirring back up. His tongue, flicking back and forth over my bottom hole shouldn't feel like this. Shame fills me. What type of deviant am I?

"I do not recall giving you permission to think again, did I?" He looms over me, a wolfish smile on his face. "Perhaps my tongue is not enough to distract you? Very well, onto your punishment then."

I push up as best as I can while being tied down. "Wait! I thought not being allowed to come was my punishment, sir!"

"Oh no darling. I forbid orgasms for fun. I love to see you squirm and beg. Your lying does not get so easy a punishment.”

He strides back behind me and dips a finger back into my pussy. It's shamefully wet. Taking his fingers, he circles my asshole a few times before easing a finger in. Shocked, I clamp down on him.

"You can't do that!"

"Oh? Can’t I?" He slides it in a bit further. "Seems to me that I can. In fact, your body seems to be begging me for it.” He pumps his finger in and out a few times, the initial sting starting to die down into a delicious burn. "Hmmm. I say we try for two."

"No. No way sir. There is no way you're getting two in there."

He pulls out and circles back around to my face. Kneeling down, he locks me in his gaze. "Want to bet, princess? I can get a whole fist into you eventually if I so choose.” His eyes travel around my face. But I won’t tonight. You are not nearly prepared for something like that. I do, however, need to get you big enough for your punishment." He looks down at the floor then back up at me. "I think two, no more than three fingers should do it."

I throw my head back to try and look at him as he walks back behind me. "Two or three?" I shriek, thrashing in my bonds. His frown is vicious and oh so sexy as he makes his way back towards me. Pain zips through my skull as his fingers intertwine in my hair. Groaning, I try turning away from him, but his fingers hold me fast.

"Now you listen here. I am tired of playing nice with you. No more."

Oh hell. What did that mean? His fingers loosened slightly, and he massages my scalp for a moment before bringing his strong grip to the back of my neck and pushing me down onto the bench.

"I am going to do things to your body. Delicious things, painful things. You will take them with decorum. I will not tolerate you causing a scene and disrupting everyone else trying to enjoy their evening. Do we have an understanding?"

I try nodding under his steely grip; however, it tightens even more, restricting all movement.

"Words pet."

"Yes, sir."

"Very good.”