“First, I'm gonna have a taste of this glorious cock of yours,” she says, getting on her knees before me, never taking her eyes off me as she flicks her tongue out, licking the pre-cum that's weeping from my cock.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.Don’t cum, you fucking pussy. Yes, I know that the sight of this powerful woman on her knees before you is enough to lose your load, but not now! Blood first, cum later!
She groans at my taste, licking her lips before wrapping her plump, red ones around my cock. She takes me all the way in, and my hips try to buck forward, but I get nowhere. She chuckles with my cock still deep in her throat, and the vibrations make me moan.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
“Not right now, Pet,” she grins wickedly after pulling back. She abandons my cock and I almost cry at the loss of her lips when she goes to grab one of her daggers.
“I can see you're very worked up, Pet, and I have a feeling this session may be over sooner than we both planned. But that's okay, because I have a feeling we will be back here often, and we can try something new each time. Right now, let’s give this a try,” she says, taking the dagger and nicking one of my nipples. I grunt at the sting, watching her pupils widen while she watches the bead of blood pool and drip from my nipple.
“Do you want to know one of my favorite things?” she asks me, not looking away from the blood as another bead drips down again.
“Yes,” I breathe.
“I love blood, the color, the smell, the taste. Some might call that odd, others say it’s downright fucked up, but that's me. There's nothing normal about me, Pet,” she says before leaning over and sucking the bloody nipple into her mouth. She moans against it as her tongue swirls around it, soothing the sting of the cut left behind, making my cock jerk against her belly.
“Does that freak you out?” she asks, releasing my nipple, leaving a little smudge of red on her lip. I wish my hands were free, so I could grip her face and lick her lips clean.
“No,” I shake my head. “It’s sexy as fuck. My own little vampire.”
She smiles at me, a real genuine smile, and all I want to do is shout “I love you” like a freak, but I keep my mouth shut, not wanting to ruin this moment.
My cock is throbbing painfully with the need to cum. I want to let go and fall into the high of a release, but I also want to see what else my Mistress has planned for me.
While I’m not paying attention, she does the same thing to my other nipple, and my head falls back as I stand here at her mercy.
“You taste divine, Pet. Like the most lavish, red wine money can buy,” she breathes. She looks down at my angry cock.
“He seems to be impatient. Perhaps he needs to be punished,” she takes the crop whip and with more force this time, she hits my cock, and the pain makes me moan. Seeing that I like it, she whips my cock again, watching it as it bobs back up.
“You like that, don't you, my dirty, little Pet?” she grins.
“Fuck yes,” I moan.
She does it a few more times, stopping when it starts to go red, and only then does she go back to nicking my skin, leaving little cuts on my abs as she laps up anything that falls. She trails the blade down the length of my cock, causing me to gasp in a breath. Partly in fear, but mostly in pleasure.
Her tongue and mouth lick and suck at my body, and I'm panting with need, breathing heavily, and gritting my teeth, trying desperately not to cum. I don't know how much longer I'll be able to last, though. My mind is on overload and my skin is on fire.
Before Harlow, my stamina was idolized. But now, this woman has such a strong effect on me that I have no control over my cock anymore, she owns me.
She licks down my jawline as she trails the tip of the dagger up my inner thigh.
She takes a step back, her eyes black with lust, and I have a feeling that tonight isn't about just me anymore.
“You've been such a good pet. Letting me play with your body. I think you deserve to cum. So, cum for me, Pet. Show me just how much you loved what I did to you,” she flashes me a hungry grin.
With that, I can't hold back. She doesn't even have to touch me because I'm already to the point of bursting. With a loud desperate cry, I roar out my release as my cock jerks on its own, shooting ropes of cum like a fountain up into the air and splashing onto the floor next to Harlow's feet.
I’m gasping for air by the time my cock is done releasing itself. Harlow moans before stepping over the puddle of cum at her feet and letting me loose from the cross.
“More. I'm gonna need more of that another time,” she breathes, her eyes wide with want, with need, and I think I even see a bit of fear in there. Fear of what's changing between us, the intensity of what's growing. God, I wanna kiss the crap out of her right now.
“On the bed,” she demands. “I know this was supposed to be about you, but I'm so fucking turned on that I'll stab the next person I see after leaving this room if I don’t get to cum. I'm wound so fucking tight that these leather pants are sticking to my legs as my juices drip from my cunt."
Oh, fuck. Yup, just like that my cock is standing proudly for her again, ready to be ridden by my Queen.
She starts to strip as I climb onto the bed. I lay back, my eyes taking in my Mistress as she stalks towards me, her breasts swaying with every step.