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Scarlet’s breath slows, and with the high of a climax receding, her body begins to issue a damage report. Her scalp aches from his grip in her hair, her throat is coarse. Her breasts feel swollen, and the throb between her legs is a painful one, unlike the hot need she’s felt most of the night. Her neck is sore, and the weight of the collar feels heavier than ever. Her wrists are still tied, and when she comes to this realization, she feels of mixture of despair and resignation. It’s not over, she thinks.
“It is far from over,” Roman confirms with a smile in his tone.
His voice sends a shiver through her, and her stomach clenches. She can’t readily determine if it is fear or arousal. She is not sure there is much of a difference at this point. She’s beginning to recognize a pattern – he takes, harshly, and then gives. Since she was just gifted with the most incredible orgasm of her entire life, she thinks what he plans to take next will be on equal measure – another theme of the night; his little escalations. Just enough to get her to the next level.
When her thoughts aren’t met with commentary, she lifts her head with some effort to steal a glance at him. He’s staring at her, his head tilted slightly.
“Sir?” She ventures, unsure if she likes the look or not.
He shakes his head, as if emerging from a trance. “Most don’t figure that out so quickly.”
She swallows, letting her head fall back to the floor. Most she echos the word in her thoughts.
“Don’t sulk, pet,” he tells her. “I promise that you have my full attention presently.”
She bites her lip, pulling her legs up and thinks the game of poker will never be the same for her again.
He laughs, finishing his scotch cocktail, and then looking through the empty glass bottom. His gaze shifts to Scarlet, and he sighs, “I suppose I’ll have to refresh my own drink.”
She hears his soft footfalls, his bare feet quiet along the hardwood. She hears the decanters clink, and then the sound of a pour. He’s kneeling next to her again in quick succession, placing the fresh drink on the floor beside her.
“No need to close your eyes this time, I think,” he says as he lifts her bound wrists. A silver knife – small but sharp – rests easily in his free hand.
She starts at the sight of it, wanting to lean up but she has no leverage to do so. Whatever haze was left clears when he holds her wrist over the glass – only a thin layer of amber at the bottom. He pushes the tip of the blade into the soft skin below the leather strap and opens a thin line. Blood falls from the cut, pooling on her skin until he turns her wrist and lets the runoff drip into his glass.
She winces at the initial cut, but is surprised when there is not more pain – just the uneasiness of seeing your own blood. A part of her mind is desperately making the case to block out this blatant serial-killer behavior. The argument is generally based around the fact that ignorance is bliss. The other part of her mind contends that becomes less the case when you’re tied up and being bled.
He gives a soft chuckle, turning her wrist back up when he feels like he has what he wants, and lowers his mouth to the cut, drawing up her blood and lapping at it with his tongue. He turns her wrist to get the best angle, forcing her to roll back slightly.
Her mind tries to steer away from it – from the word that bubbles up to her consciousness – even as he laps at her wrist.
“Vampire,” he speaks the word for her, his lips still against her skin, but he gives her a sideways look.
She gives a weak nod.
“Yes,” he purrs, leaning back but still holding her bound hands. His breaks between feeding from her have made him drunk, along with the scotch catching up with him. His eyelids are relaxed and he strokes her arm absently, moving to sit next to her. He is not normally this chatty with his meals, but he likes this one. “Does that help put things into perspective for you?” he wonders, stroking her cheek, and then her hair. He runs his fingers through the dark tangles, straightening it, and continues to pet her.
Scarlet relaxes at his touch. If the evening has taught her anything, rolling with his whims was a much better experience than fighting them. She thinks about his question, and knows the answer is emphatically, “Yes, sir,” and speaks it aloud.
He smiles at her, licking his lips, still tasting her on them. “You taste amazing,” he shares this fact as if it is a true complement. “And your mental energy is just as good,” he traces her shoulder, running his fingers down her side, over her hip. She is just realizing how possessive his touch feels when he releases her hands and pushes her leg back so she’s laying flat again. He moves to sit so his legs are stretched out and crossed at the ankles near her head. His fingers trace over her stomach, circling her naval, then down her thigh, exploring her skin with the softest of the touches he’s allowed himself for the evening.
Scarlet works to keep her zonguldak escort body still – her skin responds to his touch by flushing and she feels overwhelmed with her inability to control her body’s reactions anymore. She still feels all of the same aches, but another pushes the others to the back of her mind – not for the first, or last time of the night. She doesn’t know anything about her mental energy, and she doesn’t feel like she has any to consider it further. Her legs part for him when his fingers inch towards her center.
Roman grins at her reaction to him. Her arms are pulled across her chest, the loop off to her right, and he can see the peaks of her breasts harden. “And then, there is this.” He gestures to her naked body, his other hand casually rubbing her clit. “So willing and eager for attention.”
He gives her a pinch and she jumps. “Thank you, sir,” she answers quickly, knowing his intent. He goes back to rubbing and she feels another rush of slickness add to the second load of cum in her. Her cheeks flush now, feeling some level of shame at how much she’s let herself be used, and let herself like it.
The emotional spike hits Roman and siphons it off her, adding to his growing uphoria. “You’re welcome,” he finally answers, and then goes on. “Tell me, pet, has anyone had your ass, or are you a virgin in that regard?” He asks casually.
Scarlet’s eyes flash open, her body tensing immediately at the question. “N-no, sir,” she stammers.
“No, you are not a virgin?” He wonders.
“No,” she says, alarm clear in her tone. She doesn’t realize its effect on the vampire. “I mean no one has had me like that… Sir.” She almost jumbles her words and forgets his title for too long of a beat. She is painfully aware of his size and thinks she cannot possibly accommodate him.
“You might be surprised,” he says, the mischievous edge is back in his tone. The same one from the poker table, before she knew how to recognize it.
“Please…” she is shaking her head, her expression as pleading as her words sound. “Sir please don-”
“Did you forget?” he cuts her off, moving easily to pull her down so her arms are above her head again and straddles her upper torso, just below her breasts. She think she sees a glint of red in his eyes, a reflection from the fire, maybe. He leans over her, placing a hand next to her head and reminds her. “You are mine to do with as I please,” he finds one of her breasts and massages it as he continues. “And having your ass will please me very much.”
Her lip trembles and he knows how much she wants to protest. Her eyes water as she returns his look, but stays silent with some effort. She recognizes his look, and knows each time she sees it, she is presented with a choice. Obey, or disobey. He’d prepared her for what he expected from her, and she reminds herself of his words to force the urge to fight down.
“Of course there is no rush,” he says after a long beat of silence between them. He leans back and and runs his hand over her other breast, working them under his touch and putting some of his weight on her. With so many exciting things ahead of them, he is getting hard again, and he moves himself to rest in the valley of her chest, squeezing her tits around his cock and rocking back and forth. “Gods, you get me so hard,” he says as he tips his chin back and closes his eyes, soaking up the feeling of her body under him. His skin feels warm from the combination of the fire, the scotch and her body. His body feels alive with her blood in him, and he can’t remember the last time he’s enjoyed a mortal so much.
Though her skin is soft, there is still too much friction between her breasts for him to move the way he wants. His gaze drifts up to her mouth, and he releases her chest so he can lean forward. He braces himself with one hand high above her head, and the other guides his cock to her mouth, “Make me nice and wet, pet.”
Her lips wrap around him as he lowers his weight, and she lifts her head to meet him. It is an odd angle, but he not trying to push himself to the back of her throat. Instead, he lets her lift up – the collar only allowing her so much give – and coat his cock with saliva. She focuses on the task, finding the thoughts she needs to help her mouth water, hoping that perhaps if she pleases him this way, he will spare her ass.
Roman bites his lip at the sound of her smacking noises and lets his weight drop, pinning her head to the floor before lifting up completely and leans back to resume his straddle. His cock shines with her labor, and he immediately presses it against her chest and cups her breasts so he is pillowed between them. His thumbs rub her nipples as he thrusts, easily finding his preferred speed and tempo.
Scarlet lets her head lull back and bends her legs at the knees, her hips lifting involuntarily. His face is slack with pleasure, and his muscular body over her is a marvel. His hair falls into his eyes when he bows his head, adorning bursa escort an almost reverent posture as he fucks her chest. She thinks he is equal parts beautiful and terrifying.
His motions slow, and she can feel him shaking – or, she thinks, that might be her.
“I take it back,” he says, withdrawing himself. “I don’t want to wait.” His weight is lifted from her and she feels his strong hands flipping her over. He grips her by her sides and lifts, pushing her forward in the same motion. As a result, she finds herself up on her knees, the loop in the floor between her legs and her arms pulled under her. The posture forces her face onto the hardwood floor and her ass into the air. His hand is covering one of her cheeks, caressing it and if she wasn’t shaking before, she is now. His touch disappears from her skin, rearing back and his hand comes down in a powerful slap that makes her jolt forward. She is held in place by the leash, and when he does it again, his touch lingers and he rubs the red skin. “Of course I will help you to loosen up, first. I am not uncivilized.”
Enough silence stretches on with his hand remaining still that she speaks, “Thank you, sir.” She says the words but her voice is trembling.
“You are welcome, pet,” he smiles, shifting to reach the tray. When he returns to her, he is holding a wide paddle. She’s chosen to keep her head turned, so when she feels his hand on her first, she is not ready for what comes next. The wood makes her ass ripple upon impact and she gives a yelp, tugging on her wrists before she can master the urge. “Believe it or not,” he tells her before he brings the paddle down again. “I am doing you a favor.”
Scarlet turns her head to let her forehead rest on the floor, her expression drawn tight. “Thank you, sir.” She says without making him wait long. She takes the next set of impacts with balled up fists and grit teeth. Her toes curl and she rocks forward on her knees as she feels the sting of the last swing. His hand is caressing her again, but his touch feels like sandpaper on her sensitive ass. Her muscles are too sore to tense, and she thinks that is probably the point. He adjusts her legs so her cheeks part more naturally.
She is relieved when she doesn’t feel another swing, but only until she feels something cold and hard against her backside. It’s not large enough to be his cock, but as it presses against her asshole and she lets out an involuntary whimper. She feels a warm wetness drip onto her, and then pool as the hard object presses into her. He rolls it around in the lube, and then grips a cheek with his hand, steadily working the plug into her tight hole.
Scarlet gasps, turning her head and putting her cheek to the floor. It is hotter being closer to the fireplace and she feels feverish because of it. She takes in measured breaths, and is shocked to discover she doesn’t hate the sensation. The plug becomes wider as is pushed into her and she feels herself stretch to accommodate it. She gasps at the widest point, and then sighs when it pops into her the rest of the way easily.
“Let’s see how you are enjoying yourself so far,” he poses, shifting to position himself behind her. He spreads her open works himself inside of her hot pussy. It is dripping wet – and not from the blood that had finally clotted. He lets out an appreciative sound and provides his assessment. “I don’t think you hate it.”
Scarlet shifts under him, turning her head and trying to process all the sensations.
“How does that feel, pet?” He asks, rubbing her cheeks and uses his hips to rock them both back and forth casually.
“Full,” she answers as she exhales a breath she’s been holding, “Sir.”
Roman grins down at her, the side of her face visible to him. Her lips are parted as she breathes heavily, her eyes half closed. He commits the sight to memory, and perhaps later he will share it with her as evidence of the fact it was not just he that was enjoying their night together.
He lets himself thrust in her, the movements long and leisurely. He likes the added pressure from the plug, feeling it from within the walls of her pussy. He especially appreciates filling her so completely. The thought reminds him and he pauses his motions so he can lean forward and reach for another item from the tray.
Scarlet is lost in the feeling of his measured pace, slowly stoking the fire of her arousal, that she doesn’t initially register that he’s stopped. She feels something pressed against her lips and parts them. A moment later she can feel something smooth and hard pull back on the corners of her mouth. She tastes leather as she feels him fasten the gag behind her head.
Roman grins at her reaction. It transitions from lust, to surprise and back with impressive speed. He thinks it might have been related to his resumed long strokes in and out of her, but chooses to believe she likes to be gagged. He speeds his pace experimentally, picking up strength malatya escort to test how her body responds. Her bonds hold her at their maximums, but with the tension running under her, it doesn’t choke her. He is satisfied with how well restrained she is and moves so his fingers find the small ball at the end of the plug he’s pushed into her. He withdraws it, moving the egg-shaped object back and forth as he works it out. It is tossed aside and he pulls his slick cock from her pussy, pressing against the tight upper hole and holds her hips as he pushes into her.
Scarlet bites down on the gag, grateful for something she can sink her teeth into as his cock stretches her ass. Her body tenses the muscles that still work as he is already moving in and out of her, not wasting time. She is supremely grateful that she is tied down, allowing her to pull at her aching wrists and neck to give her mind something else to consider.
Roman lets out a harsh breath that turns into a gasp when his cock finally squeezes into her completely. An incredible pressure holds him and he feels his fingers curl powerfully into her hips as he works to pull out and plunge into her ass. His attention moves from the curves of her ass to her face. She is bearing down, eyes more alert than before. He knows there is an adjustment period for some. Others never adjust. He runs his tongue along his lower lip before it thins out, his concentration split between watching her and picking up his pace.
“There is no shame in enjoying it, my pet.” Roman advises between thrusts. He leans forward and hooks four fingers under the strap of her gag and pulls back, forcing her face forward and her back to arch deeper. The leather leash cuts into her skin behind her neck and between her breasts as it is stretched tight. Roman’s cock swells, and he gives a growl as he restraints himself from climaxing too soon. “Relax,” he commands.
The word takes her by surprise and she almost goes limp in an immediate response. He can feel the weight of her head change as he holds her up by the gag and grins. Her body relaxes and while his motions still push her forward against her bonds, there is not the jerk of her muscles responding.
Scarlet feels her eyes drift closed. She’s still conscious, but the part of her mind that wants to defend herself retreats. She’s left with the rhythmic pumping in her ass, the pressure feeling increasingly pleasant. With her inhibitions banished, she can only focus on what her body gives her, and it is not the nightmare she imagined it would be. Her forced position makes her body tingle and she feels like she is levitating, unable to feel the floor beneath her.
“There,” he growls from above, “She embraces her true feelings about being mine.” His eyes flutter closed for a moment before his thrusts become more urgent. He feels the tightness in his groin and doesn’t stop himself this time, his cold cum rushing into her ass even as he continues to thrust.
Scarlet feel her body tense again, this time because his words have stoked her flame high and it rockets through her body from the crown of her head to the tips of her toes. She feels his climax and it sends her over the edge, muscles spasming powerfully.
Roman unfastens the gag and it falls from her slack mouth to the floor. He pulls himself from her, feeling a shiver run through him as he does. He is beyond sensitive from the tightness of her hole, and when he retrieves a damp cloth from the bowl he’d put on the tray, he finds that wiping himself clean is an exercise in overstimulation. He manages, drops the cloth and picks himself up, collecting his drink from the floor where he had left it. He takes it to the high back chair and lowers himself easily into his seat. He takes a sip of her blood – splash of scotch – and feels his body calm, the aftershock shivers becoming less and less powerful.
He knows that he is going to need some time to recover from that round and relaxes into the chair, letting his groin throb as he rides the waves of satisfied exhaustion.
Scarlet has let herself tip to the side, resting motionless half on the rug, half off. All that moves is her chest, rising and falling as she recovers. He watches her from his elevated seat, satisfied to let her languish. Not unlike before, when she does feel herself return to the present, her eyes are first drawn to the loop in the floor. It feels like an eternity since he tied her to it, and she idly wonders if this is where she will stay all night – tied down to ensure a thorough fucking.
“Very likely. It does please me to see you as such,” Roman answers her unspoken thought. “And I expect it is a helpful reminder of your place.” Scarlet raises her head to look across the space of the cozy sitting room at him. He arches an eyebrow, “Am I wrong?” He asks and she hears the challenge in the question.
“No sir,” She answers, letting her head fall back to rest on the floor. She thinks he wasn’t kidding about personally seeing to her status as a sore loser and hears him give a soft chuckle.
Roman shifts in his seat and has to look away from the woman. Her thoughts are amusing, and unbroken, making his arousal stir. The feeling is more pain than pleasure at the moment, and so he thinks that while he is not done with her yet, he’ll require a distraction at least for now.
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