Page 81 of Venice Vampyr: The Beginning

“Lorenzo, please.” Even though she was pleading now, her lips pouting like a debutante’s, it wouldn’t change anything.

“If you remember, we agreed on this when I let you stay here. I warned you about the things you would have to do for me if you wanted to warm my bed. Or have you already forgotten about it?”

Her eyes blinked as her jaw dropped. Yes, she remembered what he’d told her that first night when she’d begged him to let her stay. He would make good on it now.

“I see, you remember.”

“But I thought you simply tried to shock me, so I’d leave,” she protested in vain.

Lorenzo kept the chuckle that was building inside him where it belonged: hidden from view. The devious vixen was trying to talk her way out of it. Maybe her previous protectors had been so gullible, but it wouldn’t work with him.

He tsked before he lifted himself off her thighs. Her relieved smile died an instant death when he merely scooted up her body so his inner thighs were touching her breasts and his heavy cock nudged toward the valley between them.

“I think I should warn you that in my house my word is law. Whatever order I issue will be followed. And right now, I’m going to have you suck me.”

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Bianca tugged on the restraints once more, but they were holding, not quite biting into her wrists, but nevertheless firm enough to prevent her from escaping them. What had gotten into Lorenzo? During the last days and nights, he’d been the most passionate, yet considerate lover, and she’d almost forgotten why she was with him in the first place: to find the treasure. Only during those hours when he’d slept deeply had she snuck out of bed to continue her search.

But now as she looked at him looming over her, his body as beautiful as ever, and his cock just as hard and tempting as the many times before, there was a different glint in his eyes. As if a predator lurked in its depths.

She’d never allowed any of her lovers to tie her up, yet despite the dominant position Lorenzo had taken above her, she felt no fear. Her heartbeat kicked up nevertheless, but a much more powerful emotion was its catapult: lust. As she trailed her gaze down from his strong chest muscles to his flat stomach, and then lower still to his hard length, her mouth went dry at the beautiful sight. Like a stalk it jutted out, purple veins snaking around it like vines crawling up a castle wall. Its head glistened with moisture coming from the slit on its tip.

Bianca inhaled his scent, so male and more virile than that of any man she’d ever known. During the many hours they’d spent together in his bed, he’s shown her over and over that his sexual prowess was limitless.

“Time to fulfill your duties as my mistress,” he continued and scooted up her body, bringing his cock closer to her mouth. “Or have you decided you don’t want to be my mistress anymore? If that’s the case, say the word, and I’ll release you.”

Bianca breathed a sigh of relief: he was only teasing her. But with his next words she realized that escape was not an option.

“Of course, then you’ll have to leave my house.”

Reality slammed into her. She couldn’t leave. There were still areas in the house she hadn’t searched, and under no circumstances would she leave without her treasure.

Bianca swallowed her pride and gave him a coquettish smile. “If you want me to suck you, my master, then you’ll have to come a little closer—” She jerked at her restraints. “—given that I can’t put my hands on your ... very ... very impressive ...” She licked her lips, bringing much needed moisture to them. “ ... cock.”

She couldn’t interpret the look Lorenzo gave her. Was it approval? Surprise? Or a bit of both? But whatever it was, he nudged forward another inch and, holding his shaft at the root, he guided it to her lips.

“Yes, my sweet Bianca, taste me.” His voice had dropped an octave, huskier than she’d ever heard him speak. And his eyes had turned darker, the white in them almost completely disappearing. In its stead, the light from the candle on the nightstand seemed to throw an orange glow onto them, making them sparkle in the dark.

Bianca parted her lips and extended her tongue to swipe it over the purple head, gathering his pre-cum with it, all the while watching his expression. When she pressed her tongue flat against his slit, Lorenzo’s eyes closed and his head fell back, his chest releasing a most animalistic groan. She’d never seen a more tantalizing site.

Her mouth rocked forward, and she engulfed his length in her moist heat, widening her jaw as much as she could. But he was too big. Only half his shaft fit. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth, making him withdraw, then slide back into her while she swirled her tongue around its underside.

With every slide, her own body responded, sending charges of heat to her center of pleasure. She pressed her thighs together in the hope of alleviating the need that boiled up there, but it was no use. She needed to be touched, needed his hand on her to take away the ache.

When she looked back at Lorenzo, his dark eyes were watching her intently.

“God, I love fucking your mouth.”

Raw emotions played on his face: desire, lust, and the knowledge that his control would snap soon. His hips flexed as he drove deeper into her, forcing her head back into the pillow. He braced his arms against the headboard above her and thrust in a steady rhythm, his strokes slow and measured, careful not to make her gag, yet deep enough to push her boundaries of comfort.

“See, Bianca, how good it is when you can’t get away, when you have to endure everything I want you to do. Does it excite you?”

She wanted to protest, but the lie wouldn’t cross her lips. Despite the vulnerable position she found herself in, she couldn’t deny the appeal of it. Lorenzo was in charge, and for the first time in her life she felt the need to surrender.

On his next withdrawal, she made a demand of her own. “Touch me.”

There was a smile on his lips before he drove back into her. “Not yet, my sweet. Your need isn’t great enough yet.”