Page 14 of Master Slobozia

Instead, I roll her over in one quick movement, pinning her on the bed beneath us, spurred on by her gasp and the flash of her eyes. “If we’re to go to the playroom, there will be rules. Ones you will need to learn, first, beneath me in my bed.”

Her silvery eyes redden, flamed with intrigue and passion that I plan to ignite again because even just having her not long ago, I crave her again. Like the water or sun for others, the need I feel to have Taylen is something so inherently necessary I find it difficult to believe what destiny has done.

Her little pink tongue slides across her lips. “I like rules.”

I smirk. “My rules are going to make you scream for me to stop.”

Taylen’s eyes widen, but she’s not scared. No, my love is curious, intrigued, and the scent of her arousal fills my senses.

No matter how we’ve come to be, Taylen is mine, and I fully intend to claim my love in the dirtiest of ways. I lift her legs, sliding into the hilt of her, watching her mouth open with desire and need that matches my own. I pull out and thrust to the end of her again, but this time she won’t get hard and fast. This time, like the rules in my playroom, she’ll learn about patience and restraint, and the unleashed orgasms that come as a result of delayed gratification.

I slow my movements, teasing her as I move in and out, allowing her to cool, but not to completely thaw. Taylen’s eyes haze with languid desire. She is comfortable in her bliss, but there is much to learn for a novice. I slide out for a moment and smirk at her little pout before reaching down for my tie. Denying Taylen, even for the slightest of movements, gets the perfect reaction but she’ll do more than pout when I make her beg.

She’s not the only one who feels the loss of connection and I immediately remedy that situation, sliding back into her wet channel, giving her what we both desire. Her tight little belly moves up and down in time with her chest, while her eyes track the movements of my hands as I take hers and bind them in my tie.

Her lips shift into a semi-smile as I bring her hands overhead and bind them to an ornate piece of the headboard, already thinking of a change in design to suit Taylen being here and the newest of my desires.

I kiss her lips as I finish tying her, sliding down slowly, not missing a nip to the sensitive shell of her ear, or that lovely creamy neck that I plan to devour again very soon. She moans softly as my mouth grazes the tips of her breasts, kissing one and then the other, testing her desire for touch between my finger and thumb. She moans softly with a firm squeeze, and her mouth opens with pleasure as I increase the pressure to the sensitive tip. “So responsive, love.”

“Now you must learn a basic rule, to stay still even when you think your body simply is unable to stand the pleasure I plan to give. Still want to play?”

Chapter 13

Taylen

The dark-souled vampire looks down at me with impassioned red eyes like sexy orbs of fire, searing my skin as he draws out of me slow, then plunges deep. No amount of preparation could have readied me for him, even something so innocent and gentle as being stroked and bound by the masterful beast. I should be scared out of my mind after hearing some of the stories about what goes on in the VIP rooms, but I’m not even a little. Instead, my body is anxiously primed for whatever he has in store, even completely tethered to his bed while the stokes the flames higher and higher with every drive he makes.

The minute I feel the trembling deep inside, the moment that I know I won’t last one minute longer, that delicious feeling about to consume me, the monstrous beast stops and pulls out. My eyes widen in shock as the deliciously building orgasm floats away. “No,” is the only word that comes to mind, but I hardly have the energy to speak it aloud.

He leans over me, kissing my lips, and then trailing down the length of my neck, pausing over that sensitive pulse, feeling the beat of my blood flow, wetting my center with a need that untilrecently I’d never known. I shift my neck as my tips harden with unleashed desire, that he clearly doesn’t plan on satisfying right away. He suckles my neck, while finding that little nub, stroking it just off center while he turns my emotions to goo. My hips shift, and his finger stops. He uses both hands to control my hips as he slides down the length of my body.

“Now you’ll learn to stay still, love. Do not move, or I stop and begin again.”

The warmth of his tongue washes over me, reigniting the flames that are still simmering under the surface, just waiting for his touch. My hands ache to grasp the bedding as the sensual touch stokes the flames, bringing them to the surface, making my hips want to shift too. I focus, but it takes extreme effort to keep them still. Every little stroke makes me want to move, greedy for the pleasure but doing everything I can to avoid moving, but when it gets to be too much, and my hips shift, the dominant vampire master who likes to control my pleasure does not go back on his word.

The heat of his touch falls away, as does the deliciously building orgasm. Frustration sets in, but still the clawing desire persists, bubbling under the surface, making me desperate for his touch. I will do anything to stay still this time. Anything. The sexy beast looks up at me from between my legs. “We start again, love. This time, do as I ask when I pleasure you. It will be that much better in the end.”

Grrr… I let my head loll back, patiently psyching myself up for the torture of what’s to come, but no amount of preparation can prepare me for how strong the desire has grown, the desperate need to feel his touch and the almost primal need to let the growing fires explode.

He watches me intently, so heated that I have to look away or combust. I focus on his hair and how it moves as his tongue strokes between my legs, trying my hardest to focus on anythingbut the pleasure, anything that will help me not to move and to lose this glorious build.

This time when the waves begin, I manage to ride them without moving a bit, but that effort costs me a steep rise in need, a clawing desire to orgasm like I never have before and when he tells me to come, I ignite, completely lost in the glorious explosion, the heat of the flames licking the inside of my walls as the heat of his tongue caresses me through it. Even when I think I’m done, he is hardly through, eking out every bit of pleasure that he can before washing me with his tongue. Until I lay panting and sated unlike never before.

Slobozia snakes up my body like a muscled and sleek panther about to pounce on his prey, his eyes flaming red. “You did very well for your first time.” He strokes the hardness of his cock between my legs, gathering wetness before sliding into my wet channel, his length and hardness stoking flames that have barely settled and are far from gone, coaxing the embers to burn and grow again as he glides in and out, hitting that little button that drives me almost insane.

“Stop.”

He pauses midstroke. “Do you really mean stop?”

I shake my head. “No.”

He smirks, driving into me deep, hitting that bullseye that he already knows is going to bring me over the edge. “Wrap your legs around my waist, love.”

I do as he instructs, and he sinks so deep that I think my entire body may explode again already. I moan softly. “It’s too deep.”

“Want me to stop?”

“No, I want more,” I pant through my rapid breaths.

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