I approach the new bed with caution and lower myself into it.
“Already?” he inquires.
“Isn't that why you brought me straight up here?” I respond.
“I was hoping we could tour the house first. Show you what changes I have made,” he says.
“Then don’t bring a girl straight up to the master bedroom,” I say with a wink and pull my top over my head to expose my breasts to him.
His eyes drop, but quickly find mine again. “You are a wicked woman.”
“And you love me corrupting you.” My pants are next to come off.
“Aefre,” he says, holding up his hand. “I require more from you this time. More than I think you are willing to give me.”
“Oh?” I ask with a raised eyebrow. “I don’t mind anal. Didn't figure you were the type. Yet.” I add with a salacious smile and a shrug.
He gasps and stutters, his face going bright red. “A-anal?” he chokes out. “No, no, no. I would never defile you with a whore’s task. Aefre, you misunderstand my intentions!”
I blink at him as I now have no idea what he wants from me. “What then?” I ask perplexed. “You can tell me; I have pretty much done everything…”
He coughs and splutters and I stop talking. Clearly, I am making him even more uncomfortable.
“Biting!” he blurts out. “I need to bite you, taste your blood while we make love. It is this instinct that I have, that I do not think I can curb this time.”
I chuckle at him and relax. “That is natural, Remiel. You are my sire, of course you want to bite me.” I try to resist the shudder that goes over me. He may want to bite, and I won’t say no, but fuck it’s going to hurt me.
“You don’t mind?” he asks confused.
I shake my head. “Of course I am concerned. Your particular bite is…painful, but I want you to. I know you need it.”
“You are a treasure,” he breathes at me. “You are so good to me.”
“You are my sire. Your wish is my command,” I tease.
“I will make this as pleasurable as I can,” he says quickly. “Tell me what you want me to do to you and I will do it.” He starts to get undressed and I take a moment to let his words sink in.
“Anything?” I ask with a wicked smile.
He blushes again, thinking I mean anal again, but if he isn’t into that, then I will pass, thank you.
“Anything,” he croaks out.
“Lick my pussy until I come in your mouth,” I say to him, opening my legs in invitation. “I want your mouth full of my juices, I want you to taste them, swallow them, enjoy them as much as you would my blood.”
He nods, his eyes hooded. I scoot back up the bed and he follows me, dipping his head in between my legs. He breathes in deeply and I shiver as his tongue darts out to flick my clit.
“Like that?” he murmurs.
“Oh, yes,” I moan.
He grips my thighs and gets ever closer to my wet pussy. His tongue circles me slowly before he inserts it into my entrance.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I cry out as he tongue-fucks me expertly.
“Mmm,” he groans as I coat his tongue with my cum.
“That’s it, baby,” I pant, gripping his hair in my hands. “Don’t stop.”