Uh oh.
Pumpkin spice! Pumpkin spice!
“You want me to take this dress off? Ask properly.”
I swallow hard. “Pleasetake your dress off, mistress.”
Cinder nears me and puts the crop between my erect cock and stomach like it’s some kind of shelf. She only briefly eyes the angry mark where her silver piercing burned into me.
I want to assure her again, but then she starts pulling at her dress, all the little fastenings until it loosens. Then in one fell swoop, it collapses to the ground, leaving her completely naked for the first time and I’m choked by awe.
Oh fuck, her tattoos curl down over her ribcage and under her breasts. One hip is engulfed by a massive phoenix and flies in majestic bright orange, yellows, and reds. I want to drag my tongue along it. In addition, to the skulls and flowers, I catchsight of little pumpkins and a cute pink cupcake with a little black dog peeking out from behind it.
And holy witchtits, I get my first full devastating view of her body. Precum leaks from the tip of my dick.
Despite the burn of silver, I’m so desperate to play with her cute little clit piercing, my fingers itch.
But then my attention catches on something else.
“What—what are those?” The question comes out in a harsh whisper as I take in the scars along her stomach, and full exposed arms. Now that I see the more prominent ones on her side, on her thighs, I see the ghost of those scars almost everywhere on her.
Worst yet, many had already been visible to me and I simply hadn’t noticed. The tattoos, the jewelry, the fishnets, and the long gloves covered them from view. She was bare of makeup to cover up the angry red bite marks that covered her.
Ignoring my question, she plucks the crop from where my dick was holding it. She snaps it on her hand. “Don’t talk unless I tell you to.”
My arousal is quickly siphoning off into fiery anger.
Someone has fed on her.
A lot.
All over.
“Who fucking did this, Cinder?”
I’m not joking anymore.
I’ve never been this serious in all my life.
Is this what happened at the border with those rogue Midnight fairies when she was younger?
I’ll find them. I’ll thrall them. I'll make them suffer beyond their imagin?—
A sting explodes on my upper thigh, too close to the family jewels.
“Hey,” she snaps, purple eyes burning. “Do not talk unless I allow you to.”
Then before I can disobey again, Cinder drops to her knees before me and drags that sinful tongue from base to tip of my dick.
My murderous need to hunt down whoever did this to her fights with what she’s doing to me, but Cinder is thorough in how she licks me back into full mast. She toys and plays with the ring at the top until I’m leaking precum, my head is fuzzy, and my balls draw up into my body.
I still have to know. Who did this to her?
Is this related to her supposed encounter with rogue vampires at the border? Was there some truth to the gossip? Did she nearly die?
One thing is for certain. This is the reason why she can’t stand my fangs being near her body.
This is why when I tried to kiss her neck, she—ahhh fuck she’s taken me completely in her mouth.
