I move my hands over her, down her back, and then I hoist her up. She squeals, grabbing onto me with her legs and arms. I love how she squirms against me, how her breasts rub up against my chest.
I carry her swiftly to the desk, setting her back down so that I stand before her as she straddles me. Then I take the bosom of her dress in both hands and I rip it, cleanly in one motion, down the center.
She shrieks as she’s exposed, revealing a white, lace bra and matching panties. I’m glad she came to me in my office, so that I get to have the sight of her to myself. There will be time for others to watch, but tonight, she’s only for me.
I click my tongue. “I thought I said no panties.”
Her face reddens. “Did you? I just thought…you might like these ones…”
“You’re right,” I reply, reasonably. I drink her in with my gaze. “I wasn’t clear. And for the record, Idolike them. But I’ll like you out of them even more.”
I lean over her, knocking everything off of my desk behind her.
“I’m sorry about your dress,” I hum, my fangs elongating as I think about everything I’m going to do to her. “And I’m sorry about your bra and panties, too.”
She gasps as I hook my fang into the clasp of her bra, slicing it off ofher. Then I do the same with her lace underwear, ripping through the crotch like it’s tissue paper.
She’s a wonderful sight, laid out before me across the desk, her breasts bouncing freely, pebbled nipples standing erect. Her delicate mound is smooth and dripping wet, its lips slick and sensitive.
But the real treat is the longing in her eyes, the parting of her ruby-red lips. I bend down over her again, kissing her assertively, making sure she feels the press of my sharp fangs against her tender mouth. The flutter of her pulse tells me she does, but I want to hear her submission more directly.
“Who do you serve?” I ask her, tracing a line down her neck and across her chest.
She shivers. “You, my king.”
“Andwhomakes you come?”
A glorious, red flush graces her cheeks. “You, sir.”
“Good girl.”
Her chest heaves a sigh at my words. I pull her easily into a glamour, swift and sweet, the way she likes it. I fix my gaze upon her breast, and she understands my intentions.
“Oh, yes,” she moans, wriggling her body to offer herself up to me. Her breasts quiver with anticipation, her rosy pink nipples tightening.
What did I do, to earn such a delicious feast, in such a tantalizing package? She’s like an angel, sent down to hell for me to corrupt…
And I’m going to enjoy every second of her descent.
I plunge my fangs into her breast, the juicy flesh parting as I sink deep inside of her. The blood floods my mouth immediately, and I lap it up greedily with my tongue, keeping my fangs inside of her so that I can savour the feeling of penetrating her this way.
Her blood tastes of roses, and ambrosia, and the rarest of rare wines. It’s sweet, like her beautiful face, her soft voice. It’s pure, like her gentle touch, the graceful batting of her eyelashes when she gazes up at me…
I reach down to find her, wet and waiting, smooth and tender. My fingers glide easily over her, playing with her like an instrument that was made for me. She moans and moves in tandem with my touch, oscillating against my hand.
I pull my fangs from her breast. Blood spills out and over, but Ienjoy the carnal sight.
“You respond so well,” I say, her blood still fresh on my fangs. “I can’t wait for you to take my strap.”
The parting of her pink lips and her sharp but gentle inhale makes it clear she feels the same. I can feel her quiver against my hand.
Now it’s my turn to moan. “Oh, you’reperfect.”
Her eyes find mine, and a sweet smile dawns upon her face. She looks up at me, not with fear or terror, or even lust. There’s something else in her expression, something softer, deeper.
She came to find me, after what happened. Knowing I would be upset. Knowing I would be raw. She knew that, and she came to find me anyway. Why? Why would she put herself in my way like that?
There’s something about her. She may be sweet, and possess a submissive gentleness, but…there’s a boldness to her, too. One that I can’t help but respect.
