I tried to pull back to speak. He stopped me, instead holding my head captive as he did what he wanted with me.
For a long moment, he thrust deep into my throat as if to remind me that he was in control. I panicked for a long moment before I gave in, and he pulled back enough to let me breathe. I knew he was waiting for me to answer.
“Yes, sir,” I replied, blushing deeply as the wet sound of my tongue slapping against his cock surrounded me. I flushed with shame and he didn’t care. In fact, it seemed as if he reveled in it.
“Good. I’m glad you understand,” he said, his voice dark.
He used my throat and he gave me no choice about how hard or how far he took it. I swallowed around him as much as I could. I swirled my tongue around him, and I tried to show him that I understood, but his thrusts only got harder and rougher until I stopped trying to do what I thought he might want. Instead, he just took me as he pleased, and my body hummed with desire more fervently than ever.
He grunted and my nipples pulsed with desire. He pumped his hips into my mouth even faster and I struggled around him, before he groaned, his thighs shaking with his own growing arousal. He was getting close; I could feel it.
I opened my throat as much as I could, even though it hurt. I could feel tears streaking down my cheeks as he fucked my mouth. I was sore and rightfully so. He wasn’t gentle nor was he kind. He owned me and he made sure that I knew it with every last thrust.
He groaned and the sheer sound of him made a jolt of pleasure race straight down to my core. I whined around him and his thrusts increased in intensity, becoming more erratic and rougher until at long last, his seed burst deep into my throat.
He held my head steady as he came on my tongue, leaving me no choice but to swallow every last drop. It was hot and thick, and it filled my belly as one spurt after another marked me as his.
I took everything he gave me and then some. I took it because he left me no choice. When he was finally finished, he pulled free from my throat and relaxed his hold on my head. I tried to catch my breath while also reveling in the taste of him on my tongue.
“That’s a good little girl. You’ve earned the privilege of coming all over my cock,” he murmured. His words were filthy and wrong, but they felt so right. I’d been punished more thoroughly than I ever had and now the only thing I wanted was to lose myself in pleasure. I wanted release.
“Please, sir. Please let me come,” I begged.
“Use your hands, little girl. I want you to ready me to take that sweet little pussy as hard as it needs to be taken,” he instructed. I rushed to take him in my fingers, using the wetness from my mouth to tease him. In no time at all, he was as hard as a rock for me and I bit my lip in excitement.
“Now climb up on the bed on your knees. Show me what’s mine to take,” he demanded, and I whimpered softly.
I was about to get fucked. Hard.
And I couldn’t wait.
Chapter Nine
I nervously rose to my feet. Cain offered me a hand and helped me to stand. He cocked his head to the side, waiting expectantly for me to follow his instructions and that made my pussy clench with need. He hadn’t let me come yet and I could feel my core throbbing painfully in desperation. I wanted him to touch me. I craved release at his hands, and I was sure that he knew it. I climbed up onto the bed and glanced between my legs. Even I could see my wetness glistening along my skin, which meant he’d definitely be able to see it too. I moaned with embarrassment, feeling my pussy clench down hard at the thought.
A hard shiver raced down my spine. I leaned down and steadied myself on my elbows, spreading my knees wide and putting myself on display for my sire.
“How does it make you feel that your master can see all of you? That I can see how your little pussy is weeping for my cock, and that your little bottom hole is clenching when you think of me taking that too,” he said darkly. I cried out as a single finger drifted up my thighs to glance against my clit, then my entrance until finally he ventured up the cleft of my bottom to settle on my most reluctant hole.
“Please, sir,” I begged.
“That’s not an answer, little vampire,” he warned.
“Ashamed, sir. Aroused. Vulnerable,” I whispered, trembling as he looked on at me. His fingers grazed against my punished skin. He dragged his nails over the welts left behind from his cane and I keened as they pricked sharply at my punished flesh. He did it again and I leaned into him, reveling in the feelings of pain and pleasure as they twisted hard inside of me.
“Good,” he replied, slipping his fingers into my entrance. His entry was easy, slipping inside my slickened channel as though it was made just for him. He fluttered his fingers and I keened as he massaged the place deep inside me. It threatened to make me come undone. Before I could find release, he pulled free of me and pressed something far hotter against my entrance. It was hard velvet and I moaned as soon as I realized that it was his cock.
“Oh, please,” I pleaded, trying to lean back so I could impale myself. He gripped my hips and stopped my advance, effectively pinning me into place so that he could take me at the pace he wished to. I whimpered as he pressed just the head of his cock into my pussy, pushing just enough inside me to stretch my willing channel, but not deep enough to give me what I needed.
“Do you want my cock, little vampire?” he murmured.
“Yes, sir,” I whined, arching my back and trying to take him even deeper.
“Tell me, little girl. Does it make you blush to know that I can feel your little pussy clenching desperately around my cock? I know you want me to fuck this tight little hole, but I’m going to take it how I want and right now, I want you to beg me for it,” he said firmly, and my muscles practically trembled around him.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, feeling too hot. My skin was covered in small droplets of sweat and I shivered as the breeze from the open door caressed over top of it. “Please give me your cock,” I begged. “I need to come, sir. Please let me come all over your cock.”
I begged so shamefully that I could feel my cheeks burning from it, but there was nothing more I wanted right now than for him to take me as hard as I needed to be taken.