Page 33 of Blood as Sweet as Roses

Crimson brings her glass to her lips, taking a measured sip.

I do love being watched.

And suddenly…I find my other hand moving to my breast, capturing my pebbled nipple between my fingers and twisting it softly, playing with it. Crimson’s lip twitches into a satisfied smirk. It fill me with pleasure to know that I’m pleasing her.

Feeling more confident, I lower my chin down.

My breasts are large, large enough that I can take my own nipple between my lips.

I suck on it gently, making a show of licking it, circling my tongue around my tender nipple.

I’ve done this by myself, but I never imagined I would ever do it in front of someone.

But it feels good, it feels powerful, to show myself off like this.

I glance up at the vampire, and see that her eyes have taken on a ruby-red shimmer, her fangs beginning to peek out over her lips.

Maintaining her gaze, I slide the fingers of my other hand inside myself, moaning as I find that sweet button of pleasure inside me.

I stroke it several times, allowing myself to savour the feeling.

My desire begins to crest…

“Stop,” Crimson commands, her silky voice laced with hunger. She places her glass down, and I immediately take my hands away, although it’s difficult. “Get on the bed, on your stomach.”

I’ve never moved so quickly in my life. As I step down the stairs to the lower level where the four-poster bed is, I feel like I’m descending into a dream. The bedspread is cool, but incredibly soft, as I lay down on it.

“Stick that beautiful ass out,” Crimson says. Perhaps I’m imagining it, but it seems like there’s an edge of urgency in her voice as well. Is she as eager as I am, for what will come next?

Obligingly, I lift my hips into the air as high as they’ll go, arching my low back, resting my cheek upon the downy bedspread.

My voice trembles with anticipation. “It’s all your’s, my king.”

She stands beside the bed, like a demon from a nightmare, towering over me. Her eyes gleam as she surveys my thighs, my ass, my slick pussy, all served up to her.

Her cool fingers reach for my thighs first, squeezing and kneading them. I sigh at her touch. Then she moves up, caressing my ass, working the sensitive skin there, readying me. I push myself into her hands, wiggling my hips.

“You’ve been a very bad girl,” Crimson whispers.

I swoon at her words, immediately falling into my role in this game. “I’m sorry, my king.”

“Wasting your blood…denying me the pleasure of draining that breather…”

“Please, my king…I never meant to disobey you. My blood is your’s.”

She sighs throatily, and I’m quivering so much I can barely stay upright. Luckily, her hands are still on my thighs and ass, steadying me.

“And I will drink my fill tonight. I do not tolerate insubordination, and you must be punished.”

“Yes, sir.” I arch my back, pushing my cheeks into her hands.

Her fingers give me one last, final squeeze. Then her palm comes down sharply against my skin, sending a wonderful stinging pain through me.

I gasp in surprise, but quickly silence myself. I want to show her that I can take it. I can’t give in too quickly.

But oh…it feels so good…

Her other palm comes down on my opposite cheek, the slap ringing out crisply through the crypt. Wetness pools in my core, and drips down my thighs.

“You look delicious like this,” Crimson purrs, bringing her hand up again, and then coming down, a little harder this time.

I can’t suppress the moan of pleasure that rips from my throat.

What is it that drives me so wild? The rush of suspense?

The sweet sting of her palm against my ass?

The joy of submitting myself fully to her? Of satisfying her desires?

She alternates between my cheeks, gradually increasing in tempo and sharpness. I revel in the pain, in the anticipation of the next spank, in the joyous surrender…

“Can you take it, sweet one?” Crimson asks. Her voice is still malicious, dripping with villainy, but I know she’s checking in.

“Please don’t stop…” I find myself whispering, as I descend into the haze of my own submission.

“You’re taking your punishment so well,” she croons. I’m so wet, so desperately horny, I could almost come just from her words, from the sharp slap of her fingers against me.

“I just want…to please you…” I moan, fisting the blankets as her slaps become harder.

She pauses, and rubs my tender backside with her chilly fingers. “Who do you serve?” she asks.

“You, my king.”

“And who owns your pain?”

“You, sir.”

“And who…” I can hear the smirk in her voice. “Owns your pleasure?”

My head spins. “You, Crimson.”

She reaches down to find my throbbing, aching clit, and my knees almost buckle.

I groan with pleasure as she teases me firmly between her fingers, working my slickness.

I can’t stop myself from coming, and my desire drips down her hand.

I’m so weak after being spanked, but I summon up the energy to buck against her hand with my hips, begging silently for more.

She saddles up onto the bed, and enters me from behind with two fingers.

The angle is glorious, and I quickly start to ride her hand as she fucks me, adding another finger.

I get onto my hands so I can properly move with her, and we work up to a quick tempo.

It’s incredible to have her inside me like this, and I feel like a wild animal, desperate to come again.

My breasts bounce against my chest as I move.

Crimson’s other hand comes up under me, taking my neck at the base. I moan at the sensation, enjoying how she holds me so firmly, so assertively. She moves my chin so that her gaze is locked with mine, and pulls me into a glamour.

It’s a wonderful tingle along my skin, amplifying every sensation like turning up the bass so it vibrates through your bones. I’m so sensitive, so tender, so raw…

She straddles me from behind, still fucking me with one hand. The other hand moves the hair from my neck and I shiver as I think about what she’s about to do.

Then she sinks her fangs into my throat, as she adds another finger, stretching me and penetrating me from both sides.

I scream, an unbridled, unhinged scream from deep in my core, and then I tighten as I come over her hand again.

Pleasure crests over me like a wave, pulling me into a state of complete abandon.

She pushes her fingers into me as she takes a strong pull of my blood, claiming me completely, filling me up as I fill her. I surrender to her, giving myself over.

“Don’t stop,” I beg her. “Please…I’m your’s…I’m all your’s…”

Now I feel the powerful vibration of her moan against my throat. Her thumb circles my clit and her fingers caress my G spot tenderly. We’re engrossed in each other, all tangled up in the need we have for one another.

The night stretches out into eternity and I lose all track of time, all sense of where she ends and I begin.

When the clock on the mantle approaches the dawn, I lay down on her chest, pressing my face to her cool skin. She runs a finger along my jaw, caressing my quivering lips.

“Paige,” she whispers, her voice silken like the petals of the roses in the garden. “Paige, you’re perfect…”

And for the first time, I truly feel it.