Page 50 of Blood as Sweet as Roses

“Are you still there, sweet one?” she whispers into my ear, too soft for anyone else to hear.

“Yes, sir,” I answer. “Fuck, it…it feels so good…”

“Are you enjoying it? Everyone watching you submit to me?”

“Yes, my king, I am,” I sigh. My eyes flutter closed as I lean into her embrace. Although I’m up on my knees, she’s holding most of my weight in her arms.

“Show them all what a good girl you are,” she whispers, and a delightful shiver passes through me.

Her hand moves from my throat to my mouth, slipping her fingers between my lips. I suck on her desperately as I feel my pleasure rising. Then she guides my chin to the side, so that I look over my shoulder. I open my eyes to meet her gaze.

She pulls me deeply into her glamour, the charm tinkling like fresh raindrops over my aching skin. I’m so far gone already that I can hardly tell how much is magic and how much is the intense power of the moment, the intimacy and desire echoing all around us.

And her fangs descend, two twin daggers of sharp perfection.

Oh yes…

Excited at what she’ll do next, I wiggle against her, feeling the pressure of the dildo inside me, sucking her fingers into my mouth, bucking against her hand at my clit…

I bend my neck up to her, offering my throat, desperate for her to take me…

And she sinks her fangs deep inside me, just above my jeweled collar. The pain is transcendent, blinding, all-consuming…with another stroke of her fingers at my clit, I come, my head spinning, my pussy quivering against the firm dildo, my legs quaking underneath me…

She drinks deeper than she has before, leaving her fangs inside as she tastes my blood.

I surrender completely to her, held up by her strong arms, my blood enhancing her power.

Her fingers guide me through my orgasm, making gentle circles around my clit.

Once my twitching ceases, she pulls her hand away, caressing my shaking thigh.

My eyes flutter open as I recover from my orgasm, and I see the vampires around me watching Crimson drink with keen interest. If our activities weren’t already arousing, this is certainly enough to send every vampire in the room into bloodlust. Crimson seems to sense this and she pulls me even closer to her, possessive, thrusting the dildo deeper.

“I love how you feel inside me,” I groan, so far gone that I forget to use her proper title.

Her eyes flash, and she pulls her mouth away from my neck, villainous pleasure in her bright red eyes.

Blood drips from her sharpened canines, and my heartrate quickens again.

She grips the neckline of my dress in both hands, and in one sudden, swift movement, she tears my dress down the front, exposing my naked body to the watching crowd.

My breasts tumble out, nipples standing at attention, my swollen clit on display.

Two thick lines of blood gush down from my neck across my chest and stomach, tickling me.

I see the glinting white fangs of the vampires around us, hear the low moans and growls. But I have no time to collect myself. Crimson’s mouth is on my neck again, and she takes a strong pull of my blood, dizzying me.

I’m so sensitive, and so overwhelmed, lost in my own pleasure, in the multiple sensations that sync to form a state of complete, frenzied joy.

One of her hands finds my breast, smearing blood across my chest as she twists my sensitive nipple between her fingers. I gasp, and buck up against her dildo, wanting more…

She takes my clit in her other hand, handling me roughly but skillfully, edging out yet another wave of pleasure, this one more raw, more animal…

Then she takes a final swell of blood, and brings her mouth away from my neck. I can feel myself cresting again, faster this time, turned on by her touch and the way I’m displayed to everyone, a mess of blood and desire.

She lowers my chest back down, adjusting the angle, before oscillating the dildo again, in and out, with superhuman power.

“Oh, yes,” I cry, submitting down to the velvet bed, enjoying the softness against my bare nipples and chest, thrusting with her so I can take her deeper, so I can surrender to that delicious pounding, so I can see the stars behind my eyes. “Oh my god…”

“Yes,” she booms, her voice demonic. The ridges of her dildo tease me, caressing the sensitive walls of my pussy. The pressure is intense, and overwhelming. “Scream my name, sweet one.”

“Oh, Crimson!” I shout, as she fills me up, fueled by my blood and by the lustful sights and sounds that echo around us. “Fuck, Crimson…”

And I come again, a heaving, desperate flare of pleasure that sweeps me up and holds me tight. I exist only in this one, tender, throbbing moment…a vessel for her, belonging to her completely…

I hear her echoed orgasm sync with mine as she thrusts inside me one final time.

Then she comes to her hand and knees over me, pushing my hair from my face to sprinkle kisses across my cheeks…

“Oh, Paige…” she whispers, tenderly.

And I come down from the intense experience, drifting pleasantly into her embrace.

I don’t remember coming back down to the suite. The next thing I recall is the cool, firm touch of smooth skin under my cheek.

My eyes open, but I’m surrounded by a penetrating, complete darkness. For a second, I’m afraid, until a soft voice reaches out.

“It’s all right, Paige,” Crimson whispers. “You’re safe. No one can harm us here.”

In the blackness, I can see her eyes shimmering. My head is nestled in the crook of her arm, and my body is pressed up against her’s. It’s a little chilly, but I’m covered by a plush blanket.

For a moment, it feels like we’re in a dream.

“Are we in your coffin?” I ask.

“Yes,” she answers. Her voice sounds a little heavier than usual. She speaks slowly and deliberately, her words almost slurred. “I’m sorry I had to bring you here. I didn’t want to leave you alone after our time in the club, but I couldn’t stay in our main suite safely once the sun came up.”

A wonderful warmth blossoms in my chest.

“I’m happy you brought me here,” I sigh. “I like getting to sleep beside you.”

“I kept the lid open so there’s airflow,” she says. “But you’ll have to tell me if it’s too stuffy. I won’t be able to tell.”

“It’s perfect.”

I snuggle closer to her, burying my face in her chest. But the movement alerts me to a tender soreness in my hips, and I let out a surprised moan.

“Hurting, sweet one?” Crimson croons, her voice poised between concerned and teasing. Her fingers travel down my body, caressing me tenderly. “Would you like some of my blood, to ease the pain?”

“No, thank you, my king,” I reply happily. “I like how it aches. It brings back the memory.”

She leans down, and kisses me on the forehead, her chilly lips smooth and firm.

“You’re perfect, Paige,” she whispers.

I glow in the light of her compliment. She says it to me a lot, although I guess it’s an unusual phrase.

A strange thought crosses my mind, as she pulls me closer and strokes my hair.

When she says “You’re perfect,” it almost sounds like “I love you…”

But that couldn’t be what she means. It’s too much to wish for. She couldn’t feel the same way about me as I do about her.

Could she?