in the pool, he started to clean me. He did this by grabbing a bar of soap and a sponge like material from a hidden shelf in the floor by the steps he had used to get us in the pool. Then he sat down, turned me around in his arms and went about cleaning me from behind, making me squirm the whole time.
Which brought us to the discussion of me being clean, as it felt as though he had literally gently scrubbed every inch of me…all except one piece that was.
“Mmm, I am not sure what I prefer, the feel of you squirming wet and naked against the full length of my body or doing so wet and squirming against my face as you beg me to let you come,” he said making me groan out loud, unable to help replying,
“I know which one I prefer.” He chuckled behind me, kissed the back of my head and said,
“I know you do, Pet.” After this cocky statement, he finally got to that ‘one piece’ as he told me to lean forward. I thought little of it, doing as he asked but only tensing the moment I felt his fingertip gently trace the outline of my Hex, and also my still healing wound.
“Fuck, but I have never wanted to kill a bitch so much in my entire existence,” he growled in anger, then before I could say anything about it, I heard a tearing flesh sound before his bleeding wrist was set in front of me,
“Drink me down, Sweetheart, I want you healed.” This was mostly definitely a gentle demand as when I opened my mouth to tell him I was fine, he beat me too it and whispered the single word as a stern order in my ear,
“Feed.”
So, I did exactly that, leaving myself with little choice, especially when that torn wrist was placed at my lips. I latched on and did as I was told, drinking him down and doing so with greater need with every mouthful of blood I swallowed. I could also feel him getting hard behind me, and because I could feel the chill before the heat hit my body, I knew it was on its way. The great wave of pleasure that would crash into me, making me rock against his erection because of it.
He growled low, a deep rumbling in his chest as before I knew it, I was suddenly gripped around the waist with a band of his arm and turned. I was then quickly being bent over the edge of the pool and I let my lips slip away from his wrist as I moaned,
“Yes.” Not that he needed the encouragement. But in true Lucius fashion he did continue to make demands of me as I knew my mistake when he forced his wrist back to my lips and ordered more roughly this time,
“Drink!” I did as I was told and the second I did, I dragged in more of his blood at the same time he thrust his cock deep inside me. This made me cry out around his bloody flesh, as the orgasm coursed right through me. It was just so dark and erotic that I couldn’t help but feel it building instantly again. It was the brutal hold he had on me, curling a gloved fist in my hair and forcing my back against his hard thrusts at the same time feeding me his blood.
But then, I wanted him to feed me something else instead and the second time I pulled my lips away, I ignored his growl of disapproval and quickly explained,
“I want you to feed me something else instead.” At this his body went still, before I felt him bend over me further, coming to the side of my face so his entire body was arched over mine.
“You want to swallow me down, my sinful girl?” He asked in that throaty way. A huskiness that spoke volumes…it turned him the fuck on.
I turned my face slightly to his and he let me, as my hair trailed freely through his fingers after he opened his fist.
“Yes, I want to swallow you down,” I told him and at hearing this he growled in a lustful, primal way before pulling out of me. I turned around the second he gave me space to do so, sitting down on the step and watching as his intimidating size took a step up, so he towered above me. This put him at the