wine color. The vampire has removed his dress coat and rolled up his shirt sleeves, his bulky forearm muscles now prominently on display. He is quite the specimen.
“Gymaholic,” I hear Bentley mutter under his breath, and have to wonder if there is a hint of jealousy in his tone.
The redhead follows the vampire’s every move with her eyes. She tenses as he comes closer. Watching her, wearing nothing but her Venetian mask, her body on display for all of us, I feel like a real voyeur. It almost feels wrong watching the intimacy between the two of them—almost, but not enough to stop.
“They’d be in a private room if they didn’t want an audience,” Bentley reassures me. The sound of the violet wand, a weakened version of my electric fly swatter, has me hypnotized. This is one implement I have never played with. I’m morbidly curious. The dominant takes the wand and lightly places it near his submissive’s skin; bringing it downward, he touches her gently with it. The few other times I have seen a violet wand in action, the electricity was blue; this time, it is purple, the same color as the wand.
The static electricity coming from it and dancing along her skin when the wand meets the flesh is beautiful. Watching them, I can tell they are fully in tune with each other, neither seeing anything but the other. She closes her eyes, her mouth opens just slightly, and she sways on the chain as the electric light dances up and down her skin. He moves it along the back of her arm, standing back from her, not too close. I wonder if the closer he gets to her with it, the more intense the shock would be?
“Someday, you will be able to answer these questions from your own experience,” Bentley reassures me. I forgot how easily he reads my mind, and how we can hold a conversation without my ever saying a word out loud.
The vampire walks back around his girl, dragging the wand over her buttocks. She hisses in pleasured pain, the masochist in her loving every second, the human in her wanting to pull away from the electricity.
“I can smell her arousal,” Bentley says. “She loves this.”
I watch the wand, almost as if it is alive itself, the static shock dancing from the bulb, moving across her fine butt. I watch as the dom steps closer, whispers something into her ear. She goes on her tiptoes, spreads her legs, and he dips the wand between them. I gasp in unison with her as the sparks fly from her most intimate parts. She screams: the most guttural, raw and amazingly awakening sound.
The vampire chuckles as he walks back to the table. He picks up an orange glass dildo unlike any I’ve ever seen before. I realize then, it is another electric violet wand. He’s not! He won’t!
He does.
He turns it on and brings it between her legs, inserting it into her pussy. Her head lolls back from the pleasure. With one hand, he moves the wand back and forth in her, the small sparks of electricity shooting out from inside. The buzzing is quieter, less intense than the previous wand, the voltage has to be lower. His other hand plays her clit, his thumb pad rubbing it, flicking it over and over. She arches her back, close to orgasm, and he speeds up the vibrating violet wand dildo’s thrusting and his fingers moving until her entire body is shaking, pushing her over the peak.
The violent orgasm thrusting from her body is a sight to behold—it is as if she’s seizing, the way her entire body is responding to the stimuli, her cries are loud and strangled… and that’s when it happens.
He bites her.
He comes up behind her, facing me, and I see them for the first time: his fangs. His long, sharp fangs. They pierce her skin, and he moans as his mouth suckles at the source. She screams again, another orgasm following the first closely. His body mimics hers, he tenses before letting out his own low growl. Surely biting her didn’t bring him to orgasm, right?
It isn’t bloody, it isn’t violent. It is sensual, and the most romantic act I have ever witnessed.
I study Keri as she watches the scene unfold in front of us. I make a mental note to purchase some electric play equipment soon. She has made a few comments in the past about being curious, but smelling her arousal