Taken by a Vampire (Vampire Queen) - By Joey W. Hill Page 0,152

there. She thought of Niall’s thick fingers pushing into that opening, the clever way he had of rubbing her, making her come apart. Her fingers flexed in her bonds. He’d used a knot that wouldn’t tighten on her wrists, keeping her bound but not restricted in circulation. No pain or discomfort. He and Evan cared for her, watched over her, and it made her long for them even more.

Tomorrow night, she would perform with any other submissive they required, but the end goal would be the same. Them touching her, taking her . . . She didn’t want anyone else, she wanted them. She needed them. Longed for them.

She wasn’t being deliberate now. Her body moved of its own accord against the mattress, rubbing her clit in a faster motion, building the orgasm in her lower belly. She couldn’t go over, wouldn’t without her Master’s consent, but she wanted to show him how hot she could get for him, making her pussy cream to the point the scent would reach his enhanced vampire senses.

“You teased your Master into coming to you.”

He was here. She came to a shuddering halt, almost moaning at the sound of his voice. It held a sternness that made her doubt herself, though. She’d misbehaved, earned his disapproval.

“No, Alanna. You have not earned my disapproval. Only my punishment.”

Thin strips slid down her exposed buttock, the dress bunched at the small of her back. “So courteous of you to lift your skirt for me. There are craftspeople here who make things for Masters to inflict punishment. I got a tawse for Niall, which might be powerful enough to pull a grunt out of him. I look forward to the attempt. But this slapper of treated wood strips is perfect for you. Lift that beautiful ass of yours, like when you were begging for my cock. You hold it there until I say otherwise. I don’t want to hear a sound out of you.”

She complied, trembling, and when the first blow landed, she bit down hard to obey. Thin and flexible, the slapper stung like bees, and it smacked against her ass with a sound like a shot, increasing the reaction. The last time he’d punished her, it had been to chastise her only. He intended to goad her arousal with the pain this time, and with her current level of stimulation, she was simply swept away.

Thwack, thwack! He covered all the territory she’d exposed, and her muscles were trembling with the effort to hold her ass in the air, to hold completely still. She dug her fingers into her bonds, bit the mattress, tried not to scream into it, but before he was done, she was, trying to muffle the noise as best she could.

She was panting. When a few moments passed without further blows, she thought he was studying his handiwork, the marks on her buttocks. Was he hard? She imagined him opening the dark slacks he’d worn with his tuxedo, stroking himself over her, coming so that his seed splashed against her abused ass. She kept her hips lifted as he required, hoping for it.

He didn’t give her that, but something just as blissful. The heat of his breath, so close to her soaking wet folds. He didn’t touch her with his mouth. She just felt its proximity when he blew gently on her. A soft, continuous air flow moving over her clit and labia, a ripple of sensation that made her sob. “Please . . . Master . . .”

“Shhh. Be quiet.” He kept doing it, that tiny little current of air across her engorged clit until she would have given him anything to come. There was nothing in her mind but those sensations. Then he touched his lips to her clit, one solid pressure, and she was lost.

Stay still, but come for me, Alanna. Do it.

He pulled away, leaving her bereft, yet she would obey him no matter what. All it took was the thought, the echoes of those sensations still vibrating through her. Her empty pussy spasmed, taking her over the edge. She was unable to quell the involuntary, short pumps of her hips, but he was suddenly there, hands now on her hips, holding them up higher. She shrieked as he slammed his cock in deep, working inside her.

“Oh God . . . Master . . .”

“That’s my sweet, sweet servant,” he muttered, the strain in his voice sending a surge of triumph through her. She clenched her muscles over him,