Page 51 of A Vow for the Vamp
Millie pauses, my dick inside her to the hilt. I try to buck my hips, but she tsks and wraps her fingers around my throat.
“Bad puppy,” she whispers.
Seconds later, her tongue laps up the blood from her claw marks on my chest while her grip on my neck tightens, cutting off my air supply.
“Please,” I wheeze.
When I’m moments from passing out, she lets go and lifts off me. The flogger slaps across my stomach, and I tense at the sudden pain.
“I’m going to bite you now, and it’s not going to be on your neck or your wrist.”
She moves between my spread-out legs and the flogger comes down on my left thigh, then the right, hard enough that I’m sure there will be welts tomorrow. I jerk at the burning sensation of the slap; the binds digging into my wrists.
“Fuck, Millie!”
Two more slaps of the flogger.
“Sorry,Your Majesty.”
“Much better, pup.”
She grabs my dick and squeezes before fisting it up and down. Precum leaks out of the tip, and I start shaking from the edging.
“Would you like to come?”
“Please, Your Majesty.”
She licks the bead of cum off the top, then continues to fist me.
Her hair brushes against my inner thigh, tickling my sensitive skin before her fangs scrape over the area.
Holy shit.
Is she going to bite me on the thigh? I suppose the femoralartery is there.
Pressure builds in my spine and my balls tighten closer to my body. Then she stops, and I let out a sob/whine combination.
Her fingers tighten around my shaft at the same time her tongue swipes over my aching balls. She sucks on them and drags her teeth over the delicate skin. It’s too much. Toogood.
She must know I’m about to burst. Her mouth returns to my thigh, and she bites down, causing my eyes to roll into the back of my head as I erupt into an orgasm. Ropes of cum shoot out my cock, all over Millie’s hand and my stomach.
I scream out my pleasure, my body shaking.
And I pass out.
Iwake up to the smell of bacon and toast. My stomach growls and I force myself to roll out of bed.
Muscles all over my body ache as I hobble into the bathroom to relieve myself. Millie’s bite on my thigh has already nearly healed.
I can’t believe I passed out. The sex was that good. The orgasm too intense.
When I make it to the kitchen, she’s setting a plate on the table.
“I heard you stirring,” she says with a smile.
Seeing her face light up… seeing herhappy…is my favorite thing. She hasn’t told me a whole lot about her life. I can’t imagine all the experiences she’s had over the five hundred years she’s lived. I think she’s keeping the stories to herself because she’s ashamed of some of those experiences.
Telling her about myself was humbling. Aside from my parents’ strict upbringing and my sexual awakening in college, I didn’t do much else. I didn’t travel because I had no money. Unless you count trips to the lake during the summer with my college friends. We’d swim for hours, get drunk, grill, and sleep before doing it all again the next day.
