Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Chapter 7
Charlie
The little mortal is trying to escape. Adorable. I flash to her bedroom, materializing on the edge of her bed in a casual, observer’s pose, one leg crossed over the opposite knee. Like a patron settled in to watch a show. I will watch her undress, just to remind her who’s in charge.
Aurelia doesn’t realize I’m here. She has her back to me, her shirt off, revealing the ropy muscles of her slender back. She unbuttons her pants and shucks them, tossing them in the hamper. She has simple gray cotton panties on, but they couldn’t look more erotic, clinging to her muscular ass, showing enough cheek to thicken my cock.
She turns and shrieks when she sees me, clutching her pajama top to her chest. “W-what are you doing here?”
“Watching the show.” I wait for the fury. I’m looking forward to it, really.
Instead she stands stock still, rubbing her lips together, her breastbone lifting and lowering at a rapid pace. Oh Lord. She’s turned on. “Get out,” she whispers, but her voice holds no conviction. The way her eyes skitter down to my crotch and linger, I half expect her to take it back.
“You don’t need to put that on.” I indicate the pajama top. “I don’t mind sleeping with you that way.”
“You...” she spits. “You aren’t sleeping with me.” Her expression grows uncertain. “I don’t want you in here.”
“Your scent tells me differently.”
She snaps her eyes to mine. “What?”
“Admit it, Aurelia. Your naughty parts are tingling right now.”
A flush spreads across her cheeks and down her neck. “What do you want from me?” she demands.
“Come here,” I murmur. Her feet begin to move, and I celebrate the tiny victory. When she’s close enough, I snatch the skimpy pj top from her hands, dropping it on the floor.
She jerks and covers her breasts with her forearms.
I grip her wrists and pull her arms away from her chest, pinning them down by her sides. “You have a lovely pair of breasts,” I tell her, my fangs lengthening.
The fresh bloom of her arousal fills the bedroom. Is she more turned on from my commands, the physical restraint or the sight of my fangs growing long for her.
“Please,” she manages, her voice cracking.
I lift my gaze from my study of her breasts to her face, tickling her skin.
“Please, Charlie…”
“I like it when you beg,” I murmur.
The scent of desire grows stronger. “Please.”
I lift her wrists and place her hands on her head. “Keep your hands right here, love. Show me you can obey.”
She swallows, pupils blown. “What do I get if I obey?” Her voice sounds husky and smooth.
I hook my thumbs in her panties and slowly drag them down her thighs. Her thighs twitch together, and I watch in fascination as a droplet of moisture trickles from her pussy. I gather it with my fingertip and bring it to my mouth. The nectar makes my dick punch out hard against my zipper.
The fucking torture.
I don’t know why I’m even doing this to myself, yet it seems impossible to leave this beautiful, barely-touched woman unsatisfied. She craves something I know how to give.
And she deserves satisfaction after she’s borne my sudden presence and endless demands so well.
Her pillowy lips part, nipples pull taut. I gently stroke the pads of my thumbs over them.
My cock throbs.
I make an approving rumble in my throat as I slowly walk around her body, admiring the display. I trail my palm over her ass, then draw it back and smack her on one cheek.
She gasps and wobbles but satisfies me by staying in position.
I slap the other cheek. She shivers, her breath short.
“You like being spanked by me,” I observe.
She drops her arms and tries to turn, but I catch her wrists and stretch them above her head with one hand, shifting her weight to the balls of her feet, shifting her balance forward.
I deliver another stinging slap to each cheek, then rub her heated flesh. “You look good in pink.”
“Why,” she pants, “why do you do this?”
I soften my touch, making it more like a caress now, soothing the sting away. “Vampires often mix pain and pleasure when they play with mortals,” I tell her. “It makes our partner’s blood sweeter.”
She stiffens, but I press my body against hers and murmur in her ear. “You surrendered to me. Why?”
“You made me,” she lies, as she shifts her weight back to her heels, a whisper closer to me.
“No, Aurelia,” I breathe in her ear. “You want it. You’re curious. You want to know what happens next, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I give her ass another slap. “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she gasps.
Her admission floods my chest with the warmth of success. I caress her backside, my fingers trailing up her inner thighs. She jerks when they brush her swollen sex. She clamps her legs together as if to keep me out.