His Captive Mortal A Vampire Romance - Renee Rose Page 0,51

flick open. “Why are we doing this?” I ask, all traces of playfulness gone from my voice. “I don’t want to see you tortured.”

His expression stiffens. He covers my breast in a possessive grip. “That’s too bad.” He circles behind me. “Because I love torturing you.”

I inhale, my nerve-endings enlivening, waiting for his next touch. “I’m yours,” I whisper.

“Hands clasped on your head,” he orders.

I interlace my fingers and rest them on my head, lifting and spreading my breasts for his examination. He completes his circle of me and pinches both nipples, twisting them until I mewl from the discomfort. He releases them both abruptly and slaps one of my breasts.

“Disobedience requires punishment,” he asserts.

“Yes, master,” I concur, my skin tingling where he slapped, nipples aching from his pinch.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

I widen my stance, increasing my sense of vulnerability with both breasts and now pussy exposed for his torture.

He slaps my pussy from the front, his hand swinging in a graceful arc to connect with the delicate tissue.

I jump, stepping my legs together to protect myself.

He delivers several sharp slaps to my ass. “Naughty girl. I told you to spread your legs.”

I swallow and open my legs once more.

“I expect you to stay in position for your punishment. Do not move, or I will make it far worse for you.”

The sternness makes my belly flip like a pancake, more warmth flooding my core. He holds my gaze as he slaps my pussy again and again.

I moan. My legs wobble beneath me. The pain incites desire. My pussy wants more, even as I cringe for each new slap.

“Do you like having your pussy spanked, Aurelia?” he asks in a low, seductive tone.

I give my head a quick shake.

“Don’t lie.” He sounds amused. “You’re dripping wet. You want me to spank you until you come, don’t you?”

I let out a small whimpering sound, not sure whether I mean yes or no by it.

He walks around behind me. “Bend over.”

I bend at the waist but find the balance with my hands on my head too difficult, and one knee buckles.

Charlie catches me around the waist with strong, sure hands. “You may place your hands on your knees,” he says, as if granting me a great boon.

“Thank you, master.” I try for sarcasm, but falling short. I sound like a true submissive, trembling for my dominant’s touch, whether it be in pain or in pleasure.

He claps his hand over my pussy from the back, his forearm spanking my anus a split second before his fingers smack down over my clit.

“Ahh!” I cry out in surprise.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he says, spanking my pussy with each word, sending my eyes rolling back in my head as a dizzying wave of lust overcomes me.

“Remember when I spanked you until you came, Aurelia?”

I can’t speak at first, his continued assault on both holes fogging my brain with lust. After a moment, I realize he spoke. “Yes, Master,” I whisper.

“This spanking won’t stop until you orgasm, either. But this time you don’t get to use your own fingers.”

I give a sob of emotion, my pent-up passion on the brink of release.

He grips my left hip, spanking with his right, his hand both punishing and pleasuring with each firm whap.

“Oh...Oh, God!” I cry. “Oh please?”

He seems to understand because he spanks me even harder, faster until by the fourth stinging slap I crest the peak, my sex gripping and releasing as I nearly fall forward. Charlie catches me, his left arm circling my waist, as he continues to spank through the orgasm.

Charlie

I hold Aurelia up as her legs buckle, and she pitches into a beautiful climax. If orgasming was an Olympic sport, I’d bet anything on Aurelia taking the gold. Truly, to be able to give herself over to such powerful pleasure is a special talent—no, an art.

When it passes, I stop spanking and admire her lovely form draped limply over my arm. Her hair falls like a shimmering curtain around her face, her fingertips stretching for the floor, but not quite reaching.

I lift her upright and gently turn her to face me, pulling her close.

She loops her arms around my waist, pressing her cheek against my chest, her entire body trembling.

I kiss the top of her head. “Sweet little mortal,” I murmur endearingly. I love you. I don’t allow myself to say the words aloud, but they’re true. How had she so thoroughly captured my heart in such a short amount of time?

I sense waves of bliss