I had to wonder if all cocks were this big.
The water rippled and I looked up to see Vincent stifling silent laughter. I asked him anyway, but I knew that he must have been reading my thoughts again.
“What’s funny, master?” I said with a cold edge in my voice. As I said the question his amusement faded. Hard red eyes dissected me. I wanted to run, and I also wanted this dark predator to stalk silently through the waters, moving for me like a crocodile towards an unsuspecting gazelle.
“The thoughts of stupid Christian virgins,” he said. “Your memories are quite the ride. I was just exploring the shallow puddle of your sin.”
“My what?” I asked.
He lifted his hand from the water as if to answer the question, tensing his fingers around the air. A memory then hit me like a freight train, taking me out of the bathroom and putting me back in my apartment, almost a year earlier when I had first moved into it.
I was standing in the kitchen looking over the back of the couch in the lounge. My captor was standing next to me.
“What is this?” I asked, no idea what was going on or how we were here.
“A memory. I wanted to show you this one,” he said. “It’s particularly… good.”
I then heard a soft grunting and I saw myself on the couch, bent over with my skirt hitched up and my panties around my ankles. My legs were spread wide, there was a bottle of lube on the coffee table and I was fucking myself hard with a dildo that had arrived in the post only minutes before.
Shame filled me to my core, I tried to turn but Vincent snapped his fingers, freezing the spectating version of myself.
“No, watch,” he said. “It’s hot. You wouldn’t want to miss this. It’s a shame. A girl so desperately driven she has to fuck herself stupid. What did you do after this?”
“I prayed for forgiveness,” I said. I had felt horribly bad after my little episode.
“You wanted to get rid of your toys, didn’t you? Shame drove you to throw them in the trash.”
“Yes, but I didn’t. I hid them.”
“Only to break them out in moments of absolute desperation.”
The memory broke as soon as it had started, shattering away in clouds of swirling color. I was back in the bath with Vincent again, beyond mortified.
“Why did you make me watch that? Is this my punishment? Humiliate me until I feel three inches tall?”
“This is not to humiliate you,” he said calmly. “I’m just getting to know you, to understand you. You are a red-blooded woman with the same desires as everyone else, bubbling with frustration from trying to keep these human feelings hidden. You could have succumbed to your shame, you could have never touched yourself again and been a good girl, but you didn’t. You kept misbehaving, didn’t you?”
Something in his voice told me he wasn’t making fun of me. For some reason I found myself answering his questions.
“Yes.” My words came with trepidation, and I was unable to hold his eye for more than a few seconds, but I answered, nonetheless. Although the water was warm and comforting, I felt like I was being dissected on a cold metal table. “Though only when I absolutely had to.”
“How often?” he asked.
“At first… once a month.”
“But it wasn’t enough,” he said. “You needed more. Before long.”
“Every week. Every night.” I let out an exasperated sigh. “I couldn’t help myself. I worked all day and then I went home to my empty apartment. Do you know how lonely it was? I just wanted to be touched.”
“A naughty girl,” he said, his lips twisting as his voice purred.
I once again felt that unbridled tide of shame. He was right, I couldn’t pretend I had been indulging overwhelming urges when I absolutely had to, before long I was spending entire weekends with fingers on my clit and my legs in the air.
I knew it was wrong, and I knew I was being bad.
But I just couldn’t help myself.
The vampire moved forward through the water, his body barely cutting the surface as he came closer to me. I looked up at him, my breath catching in my chest, and swallowed.
“What?”
“Master,” he prompted, reminding me of our earlier agreement.
“What, master?” I said, grateful he hadn’t punished me for the error. His hand brushed through my hair, down my right temple and over my cheek. He hooked his finger under my chin and