I clenched my sore pussy. “I know, but I can take it.”
He leant over me, face to face.
“I suspect there’s more to it than taking it, little one. I think you want my cock to stretch you open so wide you’re screaming.”
He was right on that. My body responded by arching for him.
His fangs were incredible when he smiled.
“Just imagine how much it’s going to hurt when I take your ass for the first time.”
The thought of him thrusting his cock into my virgin ass made me shiver.
“Are you going to do it tonight? Is that how you’re going to make me take it? While I’m still hurting, raw?”
“You’ll have to wait and see.”
I loved the way he made me feel so powerless to his will. On one hand I was his perfect princess, seated high on a glorious throne, and on the other I was a little slut, craving his body in any way he was willing to give it to me. I’d have begged him however he wanted me to. I’d have dropped onto my knees in front of him and kissed his feet just to feel his touch on my skin, but I didn’t need to.
His mouth was as hungry as mine when he claimed my tongue with his. I knew what was coming by now and lifted my arms above my head for him, loving the way his grip took hold of my wrists.
I was his perfect princess and his horny little girl, both at once.
He didn’t move quickly, even though my whole body was crying out for him. I was bucking against nothing but air, muscles clenching with need, but he didn’t give me anything but deep, hot kisses. Not even a nip on my lip to make me bleed.
I squirmed and I bucked, and I moaned against his mouth, but it didn’t make any difference. He kept me hanging until I was lost to the need, my pussy in a frenzy when he finally kissed his way down my neck.
I smiled at the ceiling and braced myself when I felt his breath against my nipple. My wounds were burning, and they made it feel even better. Nervous tingles were like heaven on my skin.
“You want my teeth right here, don’t you?” he asked, deliberately running his fangs across the marks.
Yes, please, I thought and I saw his smirk in my mind.
“You know what hurts more than a fast hard bite?” he whispered. “Being pierced really, really slowly.”
I knew what he meant when he pressed his teeth in the wounds, just hard enough to freshly break the skin. There was no sharp stab and then sucking, more like a poised torture of the flesh.
I gritted my teeth as he pinched just a little bit harder. I felt blood trickling around my nipple, but he didn’t suck, just lapped it up with his tongue.
My breaths quickened because it hurt so much. I cried out as he clenched just a little bit harder, still bucking up with my hips, even though there was nothing to greet me. He gripped my wrists tighter as he sank his fangs in further, but the endorphins were flooding through me now. My cries turned to moans.
His lips were bloody as he pulled his teasing fangs free and looked up at me.
“Can you even begin to imagine how much it’s going to hurt if I pierce your pussy this slowly? That’s how I like it, little one. I like to draw out the pain as long as possible to make the contrast so…desperate.”
“Show me,” I said. “I don’t want to imagine it, I want to feel it.”
“What have I told you before about patience?”
I smiled up at the ceiling, heady on lust.
“I don’t have a lot of patience left. You’re driving me insane.”
“There’s a lot more left yet, sweetheart. Your impatience is going to have to shut up and take it.”
He bit me again, harder and quicker this time, with no warning as he sank his teeth into a part of my breast without any marks. Fresh wounds. Fresh pain that spiked through me.
“Fuck!” I arched my back, pushed against the pain. “More,” I said, whining. “I need it.”