Chapter 54: Punishment
I throw my head back in ecstasy as A
as Aleksandr presses down on my clitoris. I hear him moan softly as he feels how hot and wet he’s made my pussy. Slowly he slides in one finger, and I grip the edge of the bed to keep from screaming. He begins kissing my neck, gently at first then harder, his sharp fangs grazing the delicate skin, sending shivers of pleasure and pain shooting through my quivering body.
“How dare you even look at other men,” he hisses in my ear, as he slides another finger into my wet pussy, then another. “Forget about that lowly wolf I am the only one you are allowed to lust after from now on. Got it?”
“y- yes, Master,” I gasp as he gently f*cks me with his fingers, slowly at first, then harder and harder. Then he finds my breasts again, sucking painfully on the nipples one by one, sending me to the edge of desire.
My entire body is on fire with lust as he explores me, plays with me, dominates me, gently punishes me.
He knows what he’s doing, and I find myself bucking my pelvis upwards, pressing my vulva into his palm because it’s not enough, I need more, more, more. I’m moaning now, and my pussy feels dripping wet and so hot I want, no, need, him inside me. But he’s not rushing anything, slowly taking his
time as he tortures me.
“Stay still now, little slut,” he whispers the command. “Don’t you f*cking move.
“Yes, Master,” I gasp.
I try as hard as I can to obey, but it’s difficult with his hands all over my body and my dripping wet pussy on fire, making me want to squirm and rise up beneath his touch,
He pushes me down hard, holding me still as he kisses the spot between my breasts, before licking down towards my navel, his tongue surprisingly cold and icy, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin as he works his way down. The freezing touch of his tongue is like ice sliding down the most vulnerable areas of my budy, a desire I didn’t even know I had until this very moment.
New kink unlocked.
“Good girl,” he says approvingly as I fight to stay still as he has instructed, I moan as he lifts my legs one by one, putting them up on his brand muscular shoulders. He dives into my hot moist pussy, attacking it with his sharp fangs as his tongue darts inside, finding my swollen, aching clitoris. I gasp, breathing faster and faster as he sucks my clit and my thighs tighten around his head.
“You taste so f*cking sweet, Arianna,” he groans, his eyes flashing with a ravenous, primal hunger.
I shudder,
and
be
be pulls
back as my legs
egs grasp desperately to keep
ep him there. I’m right on the edge of an orgasm, desperate for release.
“Please, please, Aleksandr…” I beg, my voice breaking between gasps.
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“Please, who?” Aleksandr asks, his head back between my legs, nipping painfully at my outer lips to punish me for my forgetfulness.
“Please, Master!” I cry out, thrusting my hips towards his devilishly handsome face. My breathing is quick and heavy now, and he’s taking me quickly to the edge, but it’s taking too long. I need to cum, right f*cking now.
He buries his to
tongue deep inside my hot wet pussy, before releasing me and pulling back again.
“Not yet,” he says.
He flips me over hard onto my stomach, baring my ass as he grabs my hips and pulls me roughly up onto all fours. He’s still wearing his pants, and I can feel his hard, engorged, massive cock through the fabric. I moan through my heavy breathing at the feel of him pushing against my ass. He lifts me against his hard throbbing cock, and it takes all my self–control to resist tuming around and ripping the pants off him.
I want him to take me from behind, grasping my hips as he pulls me back onto his hard, thick length as he pulls my hair and f*cks me hard enough to split me in two
But instead, he reaches up between my legs and finds my clit again, his fingers stroking up and down my hot slippery slit.
He rubs back and forth, his erection pressing against my raised ass, sending waves of pleasure through my body as he presses himself hard against me.
Why is he holding back like this? I know he wanted to punish me, but now he’s punishing himself, too. I can tell how badly he wants to enter me, to f*ck me.
As if reading my thoughts, he squeezes my
my clit hard, sending a shiver of agonising pleasure through me.
“Trust me, Arianna, I want to f*ck you more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my entire, long, immortale,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire “But what I said earlier still stands. You are still a weak, fragile human, one I cannot afford to break. Not least stepdaughter. My cock would literally kill you.”
“I don’t f*cking care!” I hiss at him, really meaning the words as I say them.
“Well, I do.” he says, and his voice is suddenly cold, stem.
you are my brother’s:
He Hips me over again, hard onto my back. I cry out in pain as he moves on
with supernatural speed, his cold lips pressing into the soft ski
Then he does something I didn’t expect at all.
He bares his fangs and bites me. And it’s not just a gentle little love bite either -he bites down hard. I feel his razor sharp fangs sink into my Besh, an I cry out in agony, feeling myself pinned to the bed by an immovable force. He begins to suck, and there’s a warm, rushing sensation as blood rabes through my veins. With a start, I realise that he’s literally drinking my blood.
He sighs and moans as he sucks harder and harder, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced, my wildest fantasy unleashed as he feeds hungrily upon me. I feel the quaking pleasure rocking my body, a surging tide, and then finally, the inevitable happens. Without releasing my neck, he reaches down and places one hand over my aching pussy, and that unravels me. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me, and my body shudders with
powerful orgasm, a surge of electricity that loosens a scream of pleasure
–
There’s a rush of dizziness, and lightheadedness – from my powerful orgasm or from losing so much blood. I’m not sure but Aleksandr finally releases my neck, licking his bloodstained lips as he gazes down at the raw, painful bite mark he’s left.
“When Luka comes to see you later, he’ll understand what this mark means,” he says, his voice suddenly cold as he releases me, shoving me back as he pushes himself off the bed.
I’m momentarily taken aback, confused.
What the does Luka have to do with this? Then a sickening realisation dawns on me.
“Just wait… were you using me?!” I ask, my voice shaking with a sudden fire. “Am I just a pawn in some sick macho pissing contest between you and Luka? This was just about putting him in his place, wasn’t it?”
“What do you think, Arianna?” Aleksandr asks coldly, and the utterly cruel, emotionless expression he wears upon his achingly handsome face tells me all I need to know.
Suddenly, I feel dirty, and not in a good way. I feel debased, humiliated, used. I pull my robe closed around me, my face turning red with a combination of shame and rage.
“Get… out!” I hiss at him, my voice loaded with venom. I look around for something to throw at him, and I select a heavy looking iron candlestick on my bedside table.
“Gladly,” Aleksandr says.
I pickup the hefty candlestick and hurl it straight at his head, but he’s too quick – he disappears in a blink, there one moment, gone the next. The candlestick sails through the empty, vacuous space where he stood just a split second ago, and crashes into the opposite wall with a metallic clanging.
I’m alone again. God damn it.
What the f*ck just happened?!
turn over, grab my pillow, and scream into it until my
my throat is raw.
