I watched her wantonly as she washed. She was physical perfection, drops of water glistening like diamonds against her flawless skin, falling smoothly down her curves.
After she dried us, she led me by the hand to the bedroom, guiding me onto the bed to lay beside her.
“I’m sorry if I scared you today,” she said quietly, her hand trailing down my stomach. “Your blood is precious, not only because it's mine, but the soul match, Percy; your blood could be used against me, against you. You can’t give it away so carelessly,” she told me.
“I understand,” I replied, my breathing increasing, distracted by her hand that lightly ran along my inner thigh. “I won’t do it again,” I promised as I spread my legs for her. She leaned down, kissing me.
“Good girl,” she praised. I smiled up at her as she pulled back. “I like your gift,” she told me, and I saw the bracelet on the wrist of her arm that she propped herself up with. “It was very thoughtful.”
“Now, my smell is on you too,” I told her and whined lowly as she gently brushed her fingers against my pussy.
“Putting your mark on me, little pet?” she asked teasingly, her eyes steadily glowing brighter.
“Do you like it?” I asked her and was rewarded with her fingers parting my lips, and the pad of her thumb rubbed firmly against my clit.
“Yes, darling,” she answered, dipping her head to my chest to tease my nipple with her hot mouth.
I moaned, enjoying her touch and mouth. It had been far too long since we had been together like this, the first time since returning to the Academy. She pulled my now hard nipple between her teeth harshly, and I arched off the bed following her action.
“You like a little pain, don’t you?” she asked, amused, and her eyes sparked with desire.
“Yes, Ma’am,” I admitted. When I was aroused and she hurt me, it didn’t feel like pain; it was incredible pleasure, and I wanted more.
“I like hurting you pet. Are we a perfect match?” she asked while her fingers ran through my folds, gathering the wetness at my entrance and spreading it up to my clit. I leaned up to kiss her, my hand gripping her back.
She bit my bottom lip harshly and I tasted the hint of blood. “I asked a question,” she reminded me as she pushed into me slowly, my hips rising to take her in faster.
“Yes, you’re perfect,” I answered her. She smiled at me, her fangs on full display.
“Perfection is when I’m inside of you, with you writhing beneath me,” she told me as she began to move her fingers inside of me, pressing firmly and rubbing; almost immediately, I responded with a flood of wetness.
“Ma’am, that’s so good,” I moaned, tears at the corner of my eyes. It was intense.
“I want to try something,” she said, leaning down to kiss, lick, and bite my neck. “Do you think your tight, wet, little pussy could stretch to accommodate my whole hand?” she asked as she continued to rub that spot inside of me that seemed to create a constant flow of slickness between my legs and brought me pleasure that ached with intensity.
“Your hand?” I asked, trying to pay attention to her and not be distracted by my already nearing climax.
“Yes, pet, my entire hand, up to my wrist,” she explained.
“Inside me?” I asked. She hummed her confirmation against my neck, nipping painfully at my heated skin. I hissed at the pain and stretched my head back to give her more access. “Is it possible to do something like that?” I asked. The idea of her filling me, stretching me to such an extreme, brought me closer to orgasm.
“The way you’re pulsing and contracting around my fingers at the mere thought suggests you’re open to trying,” she spoke against my neck, her thumb rubbing small circles against my clit while her fingers kept rubbing inside me. I came undone, groaning loudly with my release. She growled, leaving my neck to attack my lips.
“I’d like to try,” I told her when she left my mouth to let me breathe.
“We’ll go slowly. How do two fingers feel now?” she asked.
“Good,” I told her while pushing myself against her hand.
“Ready for more?” she asked, licking her lips. I nodded, biting my lip and groaned as she added a third finger. I felt the stretch, hot and tight. She didn’t immediately move, watching me as I adjusted to her.
She sat up to readjust her position, her hand never leaving my pussy, until she was kneeling between my legs.
“Look at you, spread wide for me,” she said, grinning down at me. I blushed deeply. She began slowly pumping her fingers in and out, her free hand moving to gently tease and pinch my clit. “You’re doing well,” she praised as I moaned loudly and bucked my hips to meet her thrusts. “I think you’re ready for more.”
“Yes, please, Ma’am,” I begged her, “I want you.” I wanted her inside of me so completely. It was like a physical need; the more she filled me, the more I craved.
“I know you want me, sweetheart,” she crooned, leaning over me, and I pushed myself up to kiss her, loving when she spoke to me like that. The small terms of endearment caused my chest to flutter and my core to tighten.