Page 28 of The Vampire’s Prey

As he walks away, his fingers slide down my naked back, sending shivers racing through me. I shudder as his fingers rest lightly against my butt. I am freaking out. What exactly was he going to do to me? Closing my eyes, I pray that he doesn't plan to fuck me there. Two or three fingers. Has he seen himself? I haven't even seen it outside of his pants, and I know for damn sure it's more than two or three fingers.

I feel him back there again, his fingertips skimming over me. I keep clenching in anticipation of pain, yet nothing but pure, decadent sensation keeps washing over me.

"This isn’t so bad is it?"

My teeth worry my bottom lip for a moment. I dare not answer him. It's way too embarrassing.

"It is about to get a lot more interesting my dear."

A groan stumbles past my lips. Anticipation has me on high alert. Every cell in me is standing at attention, just waiting to see what wicked thing he has planned next. As his fingers drift away from my skin, breath fills my lungs. Maybe he's actually done with that part and can get to where he can punish me.

Cold drips onto my back entrance, startling me from my daydream. Nope. Not done at all. What the hell is he doing that's so cold? Before I can ask, his finger slips back in, much easier this time. Lube. Got it. Oh hell. Then he plans to actually get three fingers in me? That's the only reason he'd pull out lube, right?

"Take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. I want you to relax everything and let me in."

Fat chance. No matter how much I relax, the fact that he is at least knuckle deep inside me will keep me from actually letting go. Doesn't he understand that the body doesn't work like that?

"Trish," he calls out.

Fuck. Now he's bringing in reinforcements. I should have just stayed upstairs and told Father there was no new intel. Now, I have to be at the mercy of Satan and his minion.

"Disinfectant if you please."

I turn around as much as I can to look over at him. "I'm clean, you know. Well, I guess you don't know. But you're not actually going to Lysol my ass and pussy are you?"

A smile. Good. At least he isn’t turning frigid. I have a chance if he's actually smiling.

"I do know my way around a female body enough to know that it would be a disastrous mistake. Now, turn around and relax like a good girl.” With his free hand, he does the twirling motion, and I can't help but roll my eyes at him.

Smack. This one didn't hurt so bad. Either he's not spanking me that hard, or I'm actually starting to get used to it.

"Thank you, Trish, that will be all."

Envy flashes through me. Of course, there's a perfect submissive at his beck and call. Why does he need me then? My thoughts begin to drift to darker areas; however, his free hand, now cool to the touch, slides down my pussy and begins to move up and down through my lips. Sobbing out a groan, I buck up, trying to get even more pressure to alleviate my arousal. The motion sends his other finger even deeper inside my ass. At this point, I don't even care. Everything just feels so fucking good.

"That is it, love. Keep riding my finger."

His words fill my brain, creating a haze of pleasure. To hell with this. If I am going to be a wanton, I might as well get every drop of pleasure out of it. Throwing my head back, I moan and writhe against him. His fingers keep moving over me, stopping just above my apex. Why doesn't he just touch me there and get me off! Punishment. The word flits through my brain, amping up my arousal even more.

His finger slides out of me gently, but I still chase after it, needing to be filled in any way I can. Chuckling, he uses his other hand to tweak my clit, nearly sending me over the edge. Crying out, I fist my hands into the bench, so horny and so unrelieved.

"Do not worry my love. It is going to come back." The humor in his voice washes over me. It's as if I can feel his sound.

Without giving me a second to pause or begin thinking, he returns his finger with another. I feel the difference immediately as the whole area begins to stretch and burn. It's such an unusual feeling. I can't tell if I actually like it or not. I pull forward, trying to escape the growing pleasure. Instead, his other hand leaves my pussy and slides up to grab my mound. Hard. Using my body as leverage, he pulls me back closer to him.

"We can either do this the pleasurable way or the hard way.” His grip tightens causing a cry to rip from my throat. "I would prefer to pleasure you. But that is entirely your decision."

Defeated, I sag against the spanking bench. He hasn't really hurt me since we've been down here. Maybe it's time I actually trust what he's doing. He actually seems to be knowledgeable.

"Good girl.” His voice is soft and tender as he rubs the sting of his grip away. Within moments, his two fingers are back at my hole, demanding entrance. Instead of fighting, I force myself to lie there and let him have his way. It takes barely a second for his fingers to slip past my tight ring and inside. Groaning, I slide back, bringing him even deeper inside me. Dear God, it feels so amazing. Nothing this depraved should feel this good. As I arch back into him, his fingers spread inside me, coaxing me even further open. It stings a bit more than his initial entrance; however, instead of making me panic or causing me actual pain, it begins morphing into a delicious cacophony of sensations flowing through my body.

I toss my head back as I arch up and ride his fingers. The orgasm he's been denying me starts building back up. I can feel the tension tighten in my stomach.

"You remember what you have to do, yes?"

Panting, I turn my head. "I. What?" I can't even tell what day it is. I feel so drunk on pleasure right now.

"You have to ask me, pet. You have to beg for your release.” He removes his fingers again, only to replace them with a third. My tight ring clamps down as he tries to ease his way in. whimpers rise up in my throat as the burn picks up. "Breathe love," he whispers into my ear. His breath sends shivers of pleasure through me. The weight of his arm across my back as he leans forward to coax me settles my nerves a touch. His whole body rises and falls dramatically with each breath, setting a rhythm for me to follow. After a few deep breaths, his fingers ease their way in.