Page 30 of The Vampire’s Prey

I smack the other cheek, delighting at the bloom of red marring the milky white.

Tossing it aside, I go back up to her face. I have to have her. I have never needed someone like this before, and it frightens me somewhat. Shoving those thoughts out of my head, I yank my underwear down and grip her silky strands in my fist.

"Tell me the truth. No games. Have you ever sucked a cock before?" Her cheeks turn a bright crimson.

"Yes sir," she whispers, looking down at the ground.

"Good. Then you know what to do. Open.”

I cannot let myself think about the other man or men she might have serviced. I have bedded countless women, but the thought of her lips around another man makes me want to tear down the walls. Glancing down, I see my beautiful princess, lying there in my rope, with her mouth open for me patiently. I do not deserve this delicate flower. Reaching down, I stroke her cheek, marveling in the softness of her skin. My balls tighten and tingle at the thoughts that race through my head.

Fisting the base, I bring the tip to her mouth. Warmth envelopes my skin and sends tingles down my spine. My balls tighten even more, almost to the point of pain. I cannot hold back any longer. Tightening my grip on her hair, I surge into her mouth. My dark depravity sings in exultation as she gags around my length. Pulling out, I give her a moment to breathe before ramming back in. Her tongue swirls around my tip as I drag my cock back out of her mouth. If she keeps this up, I will explode in moments. Pulling away, I kneel down and kiss her hard. Her moans into my mouth as my tongue plunders her nearly unmans me right there. Standing back up, I stare down at this wonder below me. The pain of the ginger is all but forgotten. For once, her beautiful eyes are glazed over, and she is acting on instinct instead of brain. This is where I want her. Always.

Without a word, she opens her mouth back up, inviting me in. I do not even hesitate. In one swift motion, I am in her up to the hilt. Her throat flexes around my tip as she tries to swallow. Groaning, I pump a few more times before letting her breathe

"You will swallow every drop, do you understand?" I growl. She nods and opens back up. Such a good, wonderful pet.

After a few more pumps, my balls feel like they want to explode. I am so very close. Giving her one more moment to breathe, I thrust back in and hold her head down against me, shouting my completion. Her throat works hard against me, trying to swallow every bit. Easing up, her breath comes in gasps against my cock as it softens slightly. Tears stream down her face. She has never looked so beautiful to me than in this moment. I wait for a few moments to soften some more before pulling all the way out. As I move to back up, she looks up at me, awe etched into her features. I want to remember this moment forever.

Unfortunately, real life has to be attended to first. Squatting down, I look deep into her beautiful eyes. "Well done, my dear. Your penance is paid. All is forgiven.”

I kiss her gently on her lips and let her float there while I go back and ease the ginger out of her. She moans and whimpers softly, and my cock stirs again. I haven’t even fed from her yet, but all my dick can think about is her dripping pussy. Priorities. I glance over at Trish, and motion for her with my head. I need to attend to my hunger and my woman before too long.

She brings over a trash can and aids me in cleaning up the space. I shoo her away and return to my pet. Her eyes are closed, and her breathing is rhythmic. Smiling, I bend down and untie her bonds, rubbing each extremity before putting up my rope. Her body is hot against mine as I scoop her into my arms and take her into an alcove. I should count my blessings that she is out so hard. It will make feeding that much easier.

Laying her against some pillows, I double check that she is still dozing before pulling out a scarificator. Just in case the prick wakes her up, I ease a silk scarf around her face. Luckily for both of us, I can drink rather fast. Spreading her legs, I lick my lips as I see the glisten from her arousal. Dipping down, I inhale before teasing my tongue along the edges. She moans, splaying her legs even further. I take my scarificator and place the box against her inner thigh. As I go to turn the handle to release the razors into her skin, I suck hard on her clit, making sure any pain gets mixed into the pleasure. She jumps and tries to remove the blindfold.

"Leave it on, young lady. Lay back and let me pleasure you. A reward for a job well done.” With a smile, I watch her lay back onto the pillows. Already, the blood is welling up and around the box, but it's mingling so perfectly with her essence that there is no way she will be able to tell the difference. I lean down and lick the blood and arousal running down her inner thigh. The heady mixture goes straight to my brain. Her blood is truly nectar of the gods. I keep my thumb on her clit and strum back and forth as I ease two fingers into her. She immediately sucks them in and grips hard. She is already so close. I raise up from my feast for a moment.

"Come whenever you wish, my pet. No need to ask for permission this time.”

I go back to sucking and licking, my fingers never stopping their pace. Her cries and moans fill my ears as she comes hard again. I grip her leg as she thrashes about, so I can finish my dinner. Sighing, I lick her clean before using my fangs to prick my finger. For a moment, I watch the blood well up on the digit before smearing a little bit on the cuts. Slowly, the wounds close up, leaving behind a few faint marks. She probably won’t even notice them.

I give her thigh one last lick to remove any traces of blood and slide up next to her on the pillows. Slowly, I ease the blindfold off of her and gaze into her eyes for just a moment before kissing her forehead and drawing her into my arms. For once, I feel at peace—more than when I would meditate for hours on end. I don’t know how, but I will convince her to be mine.

She snuggles in, her body warm and sleepy. Even her tired, contented sighs tug at my heart. She looks so serene and delicate.

"So, now do you want to tell me about the belt?"

She stiffens in my arms. Too soon. But I need to know. She can't keep hiding from me if we're going to end up spending her natural life together. Pain lances through me. If she stays human, I will have to watch her die. But I cannot convince her to give up her life for me. That would be the most selfish thing I could ever do. Shaking my head, I bring my thoughts back to the present. One day at a time. For now, I need to focus on making her mine. That is step one. Everything else can come later.

I tilt her chin up. "I will not hurt you. I promise. However, if we are to play together again, I need to know your triggers. Did someone hurt you?"

Her eyes glaze over, replacing her expression with a blank stare. "No. No one hurts me. I am loved and cherished."

What the hell? That can’t be right. Her tone, her demeanor, everything feels wrong. Tilting her chin back up and grasping it with my thumb and forefinger, I stare her down.

"Tell me." I imbue every ounce of compulsion I have into my command.

She winces and closes her eyes before staring me down. "I have already told you. I am loved and cherished. Now, if we are done here for tonight, I would like to go back home. Thank you for a wonderful evening."

Her tone is icy and cold. Dread runs through me. I can’t compel her. That means trouble for the club if she ever finds out. Good thing I blindfolded her before I fed. I will have to be very careful until I reveal myself. I disentangle myself from her arms and stand. I know I'm frowning. I try so hard to keep it off of my face, but I am angry and hurt. Somehow, I feel betrayed. But there is no way it is her fault. As I understand it, no one can choose to not be compelled.

"Get up," I growl. "I will find you clothes and take you home."

"What, so you can stalk me? No, thank you. I will go home myself."

"Like hell you will," I bellow, stalking her until her back is flush against the wall. Fear shines in her eyes as she stares at me. So much for actually winning her over. Softening my voice, I reach out to stroke her cheek. "Forgive me. I should not have shouted."