Page 48 of Pucking Vamps

“Take your clothes off, Hayden. But leave the jockstrap.”

I do as I’m told, stripping as he pulls away and does the same before sitting on the couch. Spreading his legs, he gives his dick a slow and deliberate tug without taking his eyes off me. I swallow hard, my mouth watering as I kick my clothes to the side. My cock is pushing against the jockstrap’s soft pouch, and my hole is twitching with the need to be full of him.

“Come. Show me how much you want me to fuck you,” he commands, tipping his chin at the space between his legs.

Dozens of gazes weighing on me, I approach him. I’m half floating and half feeling like something is dragging me underwater, the room around me blurry and muffled as if it’s merely a background prop to a world where only him and I exist.

“Such a good boy,” he praises when I settle on the floor and look up at him, his dick inches away from my face. Doing another slow stroke, he tugs on my collar with his free hand.

I swallow when he attaches a leash to the metal hoop, my stomach swooping and flipping and making me feel like I’m on one of those crazy fast rollercoasters. My breaths come quick and shallow. My fingertips tingle as I wait to see what he will do next.

His fingers rub the leather leash appreciatively, dragging my eyes to them. I lift my hand to examine the material, but then he yanks suddenly, causing my body to jerk up. His mouth seals against mine, his tongue even more dominant as it forces its way in.

I groan, I can’t help it, scrambling to keep up with the kiss. Heat shoots down toward my groin, heightening my need for him.

“Daddy, please, make me feel good or I’ll go crazy,” I whine when he loosens his grip so I can get some air into my lungs.

He hums in thought, but the sound changes a heartbeat later into a hoarse moan as I coil my fingers around his hot erection without permission. I don’t even realize I’ve done it until it’s too late, my body acting on instinct and need more so than logic.

I can’t fight it, and so instead I give into it fully, diving for his mouth like a beast attacking its prey. He makes a noise of surprise. Someone in the audience gasps. I hear fabric rustling, people walking about. Chatting agitatedly, though I can’t focus enough to pick out what their conversations are about. Probably us. Me, acting as if I own Leander when it should be the other way around.

“So naughty,” he mutters as our tongues clash and fight for control.

I yield eventually, there is no winning against him. He knows all the right ways to make me lose my mind, snaking one hand down my body while the other one grabs my hair and forces my head back and off him. I hiss, the loss of his slick and hot tongue leaving me reeling.

“You need to be punished, Hayden,” he says, mouthing along the front of my neck.

“But I ne—”

He yanks the leash down and shoves his cock in my mouth. I choke on the sudden invasion, my eyes watering. My heart is beating like mad and my blood pulses in my head. Can he hear it? I bet he can. He knows my body better than I do. He can read me so easily, like I was designed for his pleasure.

I force air in and out through my nostrils so I don’t suffocate. The reflex to gag and try to push him away from me kicks in, but I fight it. He thrusts with his hips, sliding deeper into my mouth, and I open my throat as best as I can, squeezing his calves with both my hands so I can keep myself centered.

“That’s it. Don’t fight me. Show me how hungry you are for me.”

I nod, wetness rolling down my cheeks as I strain to keep up with him. My vision is blurry, my breathing—patchy. I think I might pass out. But despite that, the gruff noises he’s making fire me up. The way his hips begin to stutter as he nears the edge ignites even more desire within me. My mouth is making him go wild. He’s close. I quicken my pace, plowing through as the sting and burn in my throat becomes almost unbearable. His taste is all around me—musk and earth and honey. Just a little more…

“Stop.”

His icy command halts me, my body responding to it automatically. He slips out just as abruptly as he entered my mouth, and I look up at him in search of his eyes. They are dark and intense. Glowing. The light they emit pulsates as if alive, touching me with its emerald green tendrils.

“You will do as I say now, Hayden. Won’t you?” He caresses my cheek, gently, fondly, as if I am a precious treasure. His precious treasure.

My heart lurches, the thought too much. Too impossible. Too good to be true. Yet I can’t help it, not when his gaze is so full of unabashed affection. It’s not fair. For this to be all an act, a performance, a lust-induced momentary slip up.

“Yes, Daddy,” I say, forcing down all those things that I shouldn’t be thinking right now.

He cradles my face and leans in, kissing me softly. Unhurriedly, like he simply wishes to enjoy this blissful moment before he devours me.

“I can taste myself on you. It’s intoxicating.”

My heart can’t take it. It will break. I can’t handle this. And so I choose not to, breaking the kiss before I do something stupid like cry and beg him to love me for real.

I focus on the way my body feels, on the simmering sweet hum right under my skin, the tingles chasing across my back. My stomach is tied into knots, my dick is leaking and begging to be freed. My hole is pulsing and clenching, craving the sensation of stretch and fullness only he can give me.

“I’ll be so good, Daddy, I promise,” I plead, sliding one hand up and down his rigid erection. “Please breed my empty hole with your cock and remind me who I belong to.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, his fingers digging into my cheek. “So lovely and needy when you beg.”

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