Chained - Zara Novak Page 0,28

his clothes slipping away from his body as he did so. When he was level with me, he reached out and grabbed my hair, using it as a leash as he pulled me along with him. I expected him to drag me to the tub again, but he turned and walked through an open doorway that led into a wet room. A shower instantly started. Hot water fell and steam began to fill the room.

Vincent pushed me into the water and up against the tiles, my tits and front squishing against the cool marble. He kept my hair wrapped around his hand as he pulled my head back. His body came up against mine, his huge erection searing between my ass cheeks. His lips found the crook of my neck and he kissed me deeply.

I gasped at how good this assault of pleasure felt.

“Time to get clean, slave,” he said as he pulled his lips away. Hot water rained down over the both of us. “You’ve been a naughty little whore. It’s time we set that straight.”

A quiet moan escaped me as he slid his free hand over the front of my body. He cupped my tit in his hand, pinching the nipple between his finger and thumb. The fingers carried on down, smoothing over my belly until they found my pussy. He let the pads delicately trace over my clit, while the flat of his middle finger teased my smooth slit.

“Fuck,” I said, whispering the words with my eyes closed. The hot water rained down on me. He kept my hair wrapped around his hand, pulling tight so my neck was open to him. His lips kissed me deeply, while his hand played with my pussy. I pushed my ass back, digging the crack into his burning erection.

It felt good. Damned good.

He seemed to like me pushing back like that. His own hips dug forward, pushing his cock into my ass. Every breath of mine was now laced with small gasps of want.

How did he undo me this easily?

The vampire let his finger slip inside, pushing against my tight walls and moving up until he was buried to the knuckle. I moaned, moving my hips against him as pleasure built inside of me. He was very gifted at getting me riled up and making me want more. After he had throat fucked me in the cell last night I was left wanting, needing a release that I couldn’t get until he gave me permission.

It looked like he was being generous now, he was giving me what I wanted.

His lips found mine. He turned my head so he could kiss me properly, his tongue burying deep. His cock slid up and down my ass as his fingers drove me quickly towards the edge of breaking.

“I’m going to come—” I whispered, my entire body trembling as the orgasm prepared to shatter through me. As soon as I said the words, he pulled his hand away and our kiss froze. Very slowly he peeled his lips away from mine and released the pressure of his cock against my ass. Water continued to rain down.

I opened my eyes and saw him smiling at me darkly. So that’s how it was. He was teasing me again. There was no release.

“Poor little slave,” he said. “Did you really think you’d be getting your reward so easily? You have barely begun to make up for your treachery. Your pussy can ache and throb as much as she wants. You get nothing right now.”

I was so frustrated I wanted to smack the fucking tiles, but I managed to let out a long breath and cooled myself off a little. Don’t let him see how much he’s affecting you.

“Is that all you’ve got?” I asked. “Hardly troubling.”

Vincent just laughed. I felt his hand run up the inside of my thigh. He found the plug inside me and pulled it out, throwing it back on the tiles behind us. “Let’s try this tight little virgin ass again, shall we?”

He grabbed a bottle from one of the shower’s shelves and poured a thick gel into his palm. I realized it was lube. Vincent stepped aside so we were out of the waterfall and moved me with him. He turned me around, lifted my hand up and smeared the lube across my palm.

“Massage my cock, slave. And lube your hole. Do a good job. It’ll be easier for you.”

I looked at him in a way that suggested annoyance, not even glancing