lifted it up, so my gaze met his.
“I’m just getting to know you,” he said. “My fertile little slave girl. A naughty little virgin. You like it. You want it. You’ve spent your whole life waiting for it. I see who you are now, slave.”
I didn’t have anything to say. He was right, and I was still terrified of him. My head was a swirling cauldron of conflicting emotions and feelings. I was attracted to him, I wanted him. I was afraid of him, I wanted to get away from him.
I was so confused that I didn’t know what to do.
He came forward and kissed me, his lips were soft and full, our mouths melting together as his tongue pushed forward. His hands slipped down my front and cupped my breasts, his fingers and thumbs coming together to roll the nipples and pinch them between his pads. Electricity jolted through me, and I couldn’t hold back the smile I felt on my lips.
The kiss deepened and he squeezed my nipples tighter. I clenched at how good it felt. I wanted him so fucking badly. My hands were currently under the water and at my sides. I wanted to reach forward and touch him, to feel his body, but I was so afraid.
“Do it,” he said, whispering the words as his lips left mine and moved down to my neck. I gasped at how good it felt and brought my hands up and out of the water, resting them on the tops of his shoulders. He felt so warm and solid underneath my hands.
I let my fingertips trace down his body slowly, feeling the line of his collarbone as I worked my hands down the central line of his pecs. My hands moved back underwater as I went further down his body. My thumbs bumped over his abs, feeling the grooves and the firm mounds. I stopped just short of the space between his legs. Looking down I could see the huge shape in the water, just begging to be touched. What would it feel like? Was it hard?
“Touch slave,” he said, giving me the permission I so curiously wanted. I wrapped my hands around his length, taking his solid cock in my grasp and wrapping my fingers around his veiny shaft. It was like hot marble in my hands. I pumped my hand up and down, feeling the skin as I went from base to the tip of the fat head.
I was so fucking horny for him.
My fear and trepidation melted away, and a moment of confidence overcame me. I pumped faster, one hand stroking his shaft while the palm of my other hand rolled over his cock’s fat head. I moved my hand off his shaft and went to feel his balls, cupping them in my palm and then tickling them with my fingers.
It felt so good.
What would he feel like inside me?
Suddenly he pulled his lips away from my throat, an area I had only just considered was dangerous for a vampire to be near, and he looked at me with his eyes flush and black. His gaze burned with a primal ferocity, raging with a lust that gave the promise of depravity and violence. I saw his incisors were long and pointed.
He wanted to feed from me.
“Back,” he said. I understood the command at once. I pulled my hands away from his body and moved back through the water, leaving a couple of feet between us.
“Are you okay, master?” I asked, not forgetting the title this time. My heart was beating in my chest from our little physical foray. I hated how fucking horny I was.
“Too close,” he said. “The vampire in me, it wants nothing more to drink from your delicious fucking throat. Your hands, your eager little hands, they are good at exploring. Lust can bring about the desire to feed.”
I looked down through the water at my shaking hands, wondering if we were talking about the same person. I was a clumsy fat girl with no experience, touching up a guy for the first time and almost coming myself just from excitement alone. How could my hands have got him worked up?
“I was just feeling, I’m sorry. Master.”
He looked at me in a way that I couldn’t fully decipher. There was the rage of his thirst, the black depths of his lust, and something else that eluded me. Maybe intrigue, or maybe even fear.
Did something about me scare him?
After a moment the look dissipated