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MASTER
The goose bumps rose on her as my hand drifted over her naked body. I followed the peaks and valleys of her figure, so feminine and divine. Her lustrous golden hair fanned out around her and covered her from neck to mid-torso. I kept my other hand securely on her back as she lay bent over the table, exposing her round buttocks for me to inspect.
She wanted me; she wanted to become what I was. Every night she begged to be immortal, but she had to earn it first. And I was going to enjoy arousing her mortal fear to the fullest before I gave her the dark blood. She was a good bond servant, always willing to learn, and eager to please. But tonight, she disobeyed and I must not let my passion for her deter my lessons as her master and teacher.
Earlier in the evening before I was to hunt, I commanded her to lie on the bed. I spread her shapely legs and ordered her hands to her sides. “Do not move!” I insisted. She nodded. It wasn’t often that I needed the restraints anymore. Like I said, she was a good servant.
Her breath quickened when I placed my hands firmly on each of her thighs, and lowered myself to the swell of her sex. She twitched when I let my glacial tongue slide up and down her crease, picking up pace as her moans grew louder. Her body jerked with arousal and begged to move, but she did not, her hands stayed determinedly at her sides.
When her moans became heavy and her breath hallow and deep, I pulled away, leaving her unfinished and throbbing with craving. She let out a small whine and I waved my finger at her to silence.
“Now I am going to feed. And you must lay here and not move.” I told her. “You cannot touch yourself, for I will know when I return.”
The pained expression on her face told me that this was to be a great challenge for her, and a good lesson at that. I left her there exposed and heaving until I got back.
When I crept through the doorway, I made sure to be silent. Energized from the blood flowing through me, I flashed a ghostly glance at the bed where my servant waited. When she came into view and I could see the movement of her left hand slowly over the swell I had created and left unfinished. Her right hand stayed fixed to her side as though only one half of her could comply. She moaned and squirmed beneath her touch, letting only the quietest noises escape.
I rushed to her side at a speed she could not see and guilt spread across her face when I appeared and she saw my dissatisfaction.
“What did I tell you?” I growled at her.
She bit her lip like a child caught in the cookie jar, but her offense was not so innocent. I gripped her arm and pulled her from the bed to her feet. Her pert, round breasts trembled and her dark pink nipples hardened expecting what I might do.
“You have disobeyed me and for that you will have to be punished.” She gave me her most innocent sapphire stare, but not even that could reduce her sentence.
I opened the chest of drawers beside the bed and pulled out the leather cuffs and straps within.
“Turn around!” I commanded. She quickly obeyed.
I secured the cuffs to her wrists behind her back and the straps to her elbows, leaving no room for escape. I then pulled the black lacquered paddle from the drawer and pushed her face down on the bed. She knew better than to protest, and she didn’t.
I wound back my hand and with a loud thwap, the paddle made contact with her bottom, leaving a beautiful red swell as I retracted it. She quivered beneath, breathing heavy and deep.
“What did I tell you to do?” I asked her.
“Not to touch myself.” She responded.
“And what did you do.”
“I touched myself.” She quietly answered.
I gave her another hard smack with the paddle, and she let out a small cry.
“Who is your master and teacher?” I asked.
“You are master.” I gave her another firm whack.
“Will you disobey me again?”
“No master, I won’t.” She insisted.
“Good girl.” I put down the paddle and ran my hand gently over the red markings on her buttocks, soothing the throb with my cool touch.
“No stand up straight.” I commanded.
She turned to face me, but kept her stare to the ground. I lifted her chin with my finger and glared into the obedience of her eyes. She was remorseful. Her buxom figure stood frozen before me, waiting for her next command
“Now kneel!” I said.
She dropped one knee and then the other and waited as I removed my clothes. Just the sight of her silhouette in the dim light caused me to stand erect, and I was. With my organ alive and reaching for her, I tangled my fingers in her thick yellow hair and directed her mouth to me. She submissively opened it and wrapped her plump pink lips around me. The wet heat of her orifice and tongue felt like warm silk gliding over me, and I tugged her hair back and forth as she pulled and inhaled me deep within her throat. Such a beautiful sweet mouth she has. She moaned at each sigh I made, happy that she was amply pleasing her master. And that she was.
I drew her hair farther back, pulling myself away from her and lifting her by the shoulders to stand. Directing her towards the writing desk, I cleared the debris and pushed her face down on the table, rubbing my hands between her thighs and bottom. The framed mirror in front gave her the perfect view of my movements and I tilted her head to watch.
I looked into her eyes through the reflection of the mirror, and witnessed the broad, dark haired demon she was intently watching. The erotic picture of a submissive beauty and her demonic master.
I placed my palm roughly on her back, making a light slap, and traced from her shoulders down her body, as she watched me attentively and biting her lower lip. I used my foot to kick her left and then right legs apart, rising her bottom and exposing the pink and inflamed sex beneath. I licked my middle finger and slowly slid it into her, testing her arousal. Her satin fluid emerged and flowed generous with each thrust of my hand. She moaned loudly, never taking her eyes from the mirror.
“Are you sorry for disobeying me?” I asked her.
“Yes master.”
“Do you want me inside you?”
“Yes, always master.” She begged.
I focused on her face, pained with need and held back for a moment to tease her. I removed my hand from her back and gripped her hips firmly, the soft tissue of her fleshy bottom molding between my fingers. I held my erection and swiftly directed it into her, giving one hard push and holding it there to watch her expression contort with pleasure. An abyssal moan came from deep within her and she squeezed her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes!” I ordered. She took a deep hard breath and obeyed. And with that I pulled out of her and drove myself roughly back in, the depth of my thrusts were steady and hard and her buttocks slapped against me with each motion. It wasn’t long before her eyes unwillingly closed and her insides clenched around me with her orgasm. She wailed loudly, unable to keep composure and I watched her nose curl up as she held her breath.
She wiggled her bottom beneath me and I tingled and pulsed within her, letting my immortal liquid fill her with warmth. When I was finished she lay still, save for the deep breaths coming from within her. She returned her gaze to the mirror and I laid my chest on her back, as it rose with her breath and moved her hair aside to caress her neck.
She had done well this time. I do eventually plan to change her, but for now, I still think she has more lessons to learn.
