“That’s it. Tease yourself for your master.”
And I did. I brought myself to the edge and back, never bringing myself to completion because he hadn’t given me permission just yet. Desire pulsed heavy, deep in my core and I trembled under its power. He moved closer to me, leaning over my body, but never truly touching me. He was careful not to.
He held himself above me, his arms strong and steady.
“Your cheeks blush so beautifully when you’re ready to come,” he mused, and I shuddered at the dark seduction in his tone.
“Please,” I whispered.
“Not yet, little warrior. You’re not ready,” he answered.
His fingers drifted across my neck, his touch light as he skimmed over the place where he had bit me once. The scabs had long healed and he growled low in his throat with disappointment.
“Turn your head. Give me access to your pretty neck.”
Breathlessly, I did as he bid, stretching my throat out for him. He sighed happily and my pussy spasmed with arousal.
“Is it going to hurt?” I whispered.
“Yes, but you like it that way, my Kassandra.”
I didn’t answer, but I knew he was right. Even at just the threat of pain under his hand, my body betrayed me and responded, every single time. He had spanked me with his hand, his belt and he’d whipped me. My wetness had seeped down my thighs and the pleasure that he’d given me afterward had been so incredibly blissful, even if it had been so shameful. He knew what I needed, and he was going to give it to me, whether I wanted it or not.
I would be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that I was starting to need it too.
“You will come at the exact moment that my teeth pierce your beautiful, pale skin. Not a second before. Not a moment after. Do you understand?”
I moaned. I wanted it. I needed it all.
Even if that meant that I had to give him my everything. Even if that meant he was going to take my blood.
My fingers worked my clit furiously, fueling the fires within my core impossibly higher. He kissed my neck and it felt as though he was branding me with his heat.
Hot. Needy. I wanted to come so badly.
But I had to wait. He said I couldn’t come yet.
I was delirious with pleasure and my body demanded release, but I held myself back. I forced my body to obey the forces in my head, just as Markos licked the vulnerable skin of my throat. I moaned softly, my body vibrating with passionate fire.
“I’ve been wanting to taste you again, my love.”
“Please. I’m yours,” I answered, my voice hardly above a whisper. I sounded husky and tortured, even to my own ears.
“I know, pet. You’ve always been mine.”
The moment his teeth pierced into my flesh, my entire world fractured into countless shards of sharp pleasure and pain. I came harder than I ever had. The combination of ecstasy and agony rendered me immobile, desire slicing me into pieces and wrecking me completely. I opened my mouth to scream, but his hand closed over it, blocking my sounds from escaping my throat.
I welcomed it. Desperate keening sounds echoed in my head, wild and primal, like a rabid feral animal.
Only, I was the one making those sounds.
My neck pulsed, and the edges of my vision grew slightly dim, the feel of him drinking from me hypnotic and arousing. It hurt, but it felt good.
My heart undulated in my chest, strong and powerful and I wondered if the force of it would cause it to slam out of my body. I felt like I was going to splinter into a thousand pieces and Markos would have to put me back together once again.
My fingers forced shockwaves of pleasure to simmer over my small frame, holding me captive in each powerful wake. He didn’t tell me to stop, so I didn’t dare take my hand away. I came again and again as he drank deep, until finally, he pulled away and a strange warmth dribbled down my throat.
“You’re so beautiful when you bear my mark.”