Page 4 of The Mistress, the Monster and the Marquess

He cried out at the last touch.

She leaned forward to kiss his rosy, pink skin. “Did you like that, my pet?” She ran her hands down the back of his powerful thighs and back up his ass once again.

“I’m not quite sure.”

Lina smiled again. An honest response. How pleasantly unusual.

“I need something more.”

Using her vampiric speed, Lina chose a riding crop from the wall and was back before Benedict realized she had moved at all. “I think you are a good man, Benedict, but also a very bad boy. Shall I use my riding crop on you?”

She ran the leather up and down his spine, his arousal appeared to lessen with the increase of fear. So, Lina moved away and swung the crop lightly, barely connecting with his flesh.

He yelped a little but tilted his pelvis up for more.

She swung the crop harder, catching the soft flesh of his upper thigh, just under his ass.

He groaned this time.

Promising. “I need to hear it, pet. Tell me.”

“Yes. More,” he begged.

She swung the crop repeatedly, measuring her strength carefully and only landing the leather on the softest parts of her new lover.

She stopped when his skin began to glow red, and ran her cool, bare hands gently over his ass. “Are you okay, my pet?”

He nodded, sweat gathering on his skin, but said nothing.

Lina reached between his legs and found his cock still hard, his balls tight. She sucked her middle finger into her mouth, coating it with copious saliva. Then she slid the wet finger into his tight ass at the same time she used her other hand to reach around and firmly grab his cock.

“What? No...” Benedict gasped, struggling at the foreign invasion. Mere moments later he moaned as she crooked her finger with practiced ease and hit all a man’s known sweet spots.

“Better?” she purred.

He moaned again, his cock growing even harder, straining beneath its thin film of fine skin.

So beautiful. “Tell me, pet, is this better?”

“Yes... Oh, God... fuck!” His words trailed off as he groaned in pleasure.

Lina stilled her hands with a lewd smile on her lips. Should she make him come like this, and then wait for him to become hard again?

“Stop Lina, please, I want your pussy,” said Benedict, breaking into her thoughts.

Lina scowled down at the man trying to tell her what to do, before she slowly removed her fingers.

He moaned in desperation. He was too close; he would never last for her.

Lina bent down and untied his wrists and ankles.

He straightened slowly, his eyes a glazed-over mess of colors.

“You’ll never please me for long enough,” she stated in a matter-of-fact tone. “You’ll be gone in moments.”

His eyes cleared of their fogginess, and he smiled with a confidence she couldn’t help but admire. “I believe you are wrong about me, Lina. I have staying power.”

His cocky words amused her, then he surprised her when he picked her up by the waist and turned with her, sitting her on the blanket he had just previously occupied. Her prey stepped between her thighs and pressed his hard cock to her sopping wet entrance.

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