Page 72 of My Bloody Valentine

“While we wait, I want you to warm my cock.” I loosen my belt. “And I’ll feed you these.”

Maya’s brow furrows. “Warm your... what do you mean?”

“Take me in your cunt, baby.” I step closer, trailing the truffle along her bottom lip. “Don’t move. Hold me there, letting your heat envelop me while I feed you these truffles.”

Her cheeks flush pink. “Just... hold you there?”

“Exactly.” I brush her hair back from her face. “Your pussy is the perfect temperature. And I want to watch your reactions as you taste what I’ve created while I’m inside you, feel how you react to tasting these particular truffles.”

Maya’s pupils dilate, and her breathing quickens. “That’s... different.”

“It’s intimate.” I trace her jawline. “Now, sit.” I settle into the leather chair by my workstation, patting my thigh. “Be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

Maya’s teeth catch her bottom lip as she stares at my lap. The hesitation in her eyes only heightens my need to possess her completely.

“Don’t make me wait.”

She takes a tentative step forward. I unzip my pants, freeing my cock. Her breath catches at the sight.

“That’s it. Straddle me.”

Maya lifts her skirt and adjusts her panties, positioning herself above me. I grip her hip with my free hand, guiding her down. She gasps as I enter her, her walls clenching around me.

“Perfect,” I murmur against her neck. “Now, stay still. Let me feel your heat.”

She adjusts to the fullness. I hold up the first truffle to her lips.

“Open.”

Her lips part, accepting the chocolate. I watch her face transform as the flavors bloom on her tongue. Her inner muscles flutter around my cock as she processes the emotions contained within.

“What do you taste?” I keep my voice low, controlling my own urge to thrust up into her welcoming heat.

Her eyes remain closed as she savors the complex notes. “Power... control... and something darker.”

“Good girl.” I kiss her throat, feeling her pulse race beneath my lips. “Now hold me inside you while I feed you more of me.”

I grip Maya’s hips, watching her process the complex emotions within.

“Can you taste what makes these special?” I hold another truffle between my fingers. “The ingredient that gives them such unique depth?”

Her eyes flutter open, recognition dawning. “There’s something intimate.”

“My blood.” I press the chocolate to her mouth. “I crafted these with drops of my own blood.”

She accepts the truffle, a small moan escaping as the shell cracks between her teeth. Knowing what she’s consuming makes her inner walls clench around me.

“I love knowing a part of me is consumed by you.” I brush my lips against her throat. “That you’re taking me in completely, in every way possible.”

Maya trembles. “I can taste your passion.”

I feed her another piece, watching her tongue dart out to catch a stray smear of chocolate. “You’re the only one worthy of experiencing me like this.”

I grip Maya’s hip harder as she subtly tries to rock against me. Her disobedience thrills me, but I won’t let her take control.

“Stay still,” I growl against her ear. “Or I’ll make you regret it.”

She whimpers, her muscles trembling with the effort to remain motionless. I can feel how wet she’s becoming, her arousal coating my shaft as she struggles to obey.

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