“Slower,” she says, running a finger along the rim of her glass. “We have all night.”
It’s so difficult to draw this out, knowing what’s coming next. But I realize this is part of the game, part of the pleasure. “I just…” I gasp.
“Just what?”
“I just want it…I wantyouso badly, sir.”
“Eager to accept your punishment?” Crimson’s eyebrow arches, as powerfully as if she was pulling me into a glamour. My fingers tremble over the smooth buttons.
What is it going to be like? I can’t bear the anticipation. I pull my dress down, over my bust and hips, as slowly as I possibly can without disintegrating into a cloud of lust.
She sighs quietly as she watches me, her magnetic eyes setting my skin ablaze.
Whydid I wear a bra and panties tonight? I push my hair out of the way as I unhook the clasp between my breasts, releasing them to the mercy of her gaze.
My nipples instantly tighten, chilled by the cool air of the crypt, and the fierce need in Crimson’s eyes. I wiggle quickly out of my panties.
She clicks her tongue sharply. “What did I say? Go slowly.”
“But…” I gasp.
There’s a villainous glimmer in her eyes. “Nobuts. And you should know I don’t tolerate insubordination.”
A powerful ache rises up in my core. What’s she going to do?
“Spread your legs,” she commands, refilling her glass of blood.
Still in my high heels, I spread my legs, baring myself before her.
“Wet your fingers,” Crimson continues, watching me with a smirk. It takes me a moment to figure out what she means, then with a blush, I bring the fingers of my right hand to my lips, and I gently lick them. Crimson gives me an approving nod. I swoon, happy to be pleasingher. “Now touch yourself.”
My knees get weak, and I hesitate. I’ve never touched myself that way in front of someone else. But the thought of doing it for Crimson is incredibly hot.
Obligingly, I bring my fingers down to my pussy, wet and aching already. I whimper as I caress myself, gentle and slow. Crimson’s gaze is electrifying, and my pleasure starts to build.
“Show me how you touch yourself when you’re alone,” she says.
I stroke the folds of my lips with my thumb and pointer finger, moving smoothly along its ridges and valleys since I’m so slick. I find my clit and begin teasing it between my fingers.
Crimson brings her glass to her lips, taking a measured sip.
Idolove 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 Ineverimagined I would ever do it in front of someone. But it feels good, it feelspowerful, 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 imaginingit, 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.
