Page 29 of The Vampire’s Prey

"You are doing so well my pet. Just take a little more for me. That is it, love. Just like that."

Before I can think, he is past his knuckles into me. The full stretch sends pleasure curling through my body. At this point, I actually wonder what having his thick cock inside me would feel like. Shame fills me for a moment but only a moment. His fingers work their magic, keeping my brain focused on him and not staying inside myself.

Wanton moans pour out of me as I slide backwards onto his fingers. His weight leaves me, and there’s a cool contrast where he's adding more lube. The shocking temperature change ups my arousal even further. The back of his hand grazes my inner cheeks, and I can tell he's all the way in. His fingers move in and out of me, spreading me out, bringing back that tiny bite of pain and ebbing back into that delicious burn that has my toes curling. The coil of pleasure keeps tightening, cresting and falling until I am near blind with pleasure.

"Please. Please master. I need to come. Please.” I can't even recognize my voice anymore. It's as if someone else possesses me.

Again, his breath tickles my ear. "Come my princess; you have my permission.”

The small part of my brain that never shuts up finds a small sense of satisfaction that his voice sounds as raspy and haggard as mine. At least I'm not the only one getting turned on right now.

His fingers pump furiously in and out of me, sending alternating pain and pleasure shooting through my core. Even with how much his fingers are filling me, I still feel empty and hollow. I clench hard on nothing and wish so desperately for him to fill me completely. As if he can read my mind, he slips two fingers from his other hand into me, stretching me to the breaking point. My breath comes in gasps as he pounds into me, filling me, stretching me, making me his. Sadness rises up to mingle with the mind shattering orgasm he gives me. There's no way I can settle for a good boy The Family picks out for me. Adrian has ruined me for any other man.

Even in my wildest fantasies, I never felt this owned or conquered, and we still haven't gotten to the punishment yet. I clench in both fear and arousal as I remember what's coming next.

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Adrian

Perfection. That is what she is. Her body shivers and clenches around my fingers, and all I can think about is how badly I want to be inside her. Enough waiting. I will have my fill of her. Easing out of her, she still spasms, and I grin like an idiot. I do so much love to bring a woman to orgasm, but this one feels so much better than all the other times. Nothing compared to her hot ass taking me in. I may have been joking about the fisting, but she will have me in every hole before too long.

Wiping my hands, I reach down and grab the ginger and the knife. The edge is razor sharp and glides through the exterior of the ginger like butter. I keep glancing up, distracted by the bounce and twist of Evangeline's hips. Knowing my girl, she is overthinking everything, especially this upcoming punishment. I wish I knew what to do or say to get her out of her own head. I suppose it will just take time and trust, and time, I have in abundance.

After making quick work of the ginger, I look at it closely, making sure every bit that will be inside her is exposed. I suppose I should warn the dear thing, but what fun would that be? Resting my palm on her ass, I lean over.

"Word of advice. I would try to stay as relaxed as possible for your punishment.” Immediately, she tenses. Of course, she does. Patting her bottom affectionately, I chuckle and give it a squeeze. "Suit yourself."

After applying some lube to the ginger, I slide it into her hole. My cock throbs as I watch it disappear, as if her body is sucking it in. Greedy minx. Once it is seated all the way to the hilt, I check the flange at the end to make sure there is no possible way it can go inside her. I wipe my hands back off and make my way over to see her face. Her eyes are wet, and past tears are dried on her face. She looks glorious.

"How are you doing?" I smile down at her and run my fingers through her hair.

"I think I'm fine? I guess I had something different in mind for a punishment. I thought it would be…"

Bingo. Her expression changes in an instant.

"Um. Um. Something's really wrong here!" Her eyes are wide and desperate. God help me, it makes my cock throb even harder.

"Is there now?"

"Yes!" she practically screams. "I think I'm allergic to whatever the hell you just did!"

Tsking, I walk back over to examine her backside. No sign of distress or redness. "Nope. I see no sign of a reaction. This is all perfectly normal."

"Normal? What the hell did you do to me?"

"Such naughty language. Didn’t we already have a discussion about that?" In her defense, she does have the forthright to look contrite. "Perhaps I shall give you something to wash your mouth out with then.” Stepping back, I unbutton the top of my pants and slowly unzip them. I hope she is enjoying this show I am putting on for her because each second I am not in her mouth is complete torture.

With the pants in a heap at the floor, I hook my thumbs under the band of my underwear. Evangeline stares at my cock, almost drooling. It seems the discomfort of the ginger is taking second fiddle to finally seeing the goods. I tease them down, just enough for the head to pop up then pull them back up. She groans, and it is the most delicious sound.

"You should not be enjoying your punishment," I chuckle darkly, maneuvering back to the piece of ginger.

"Oh, I'm not! This is torture. Horrible, horrible torture."

Smart ass. Reaching into my bag, I pull out a crop. "Aren’t you currently being punished for lying? I’m sure you don’t wish to add to your sentence.”

I grasp the ginger by the plug and twist it back and forth. Her loud whimpers tell me everything I need to know. I bring the riding crop down hard on her ass, and smirk at her howl of pain.

"I told you to relax. The more you clench, the more it will burn.”