His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

“You like showing off for me,” he notes, the corners of his mouth lifting in a smirk.

“What makes you think that?” My voice isn’t as steady as I attempted to make it.

He strolls forward, flicking first one nipple, then the other. “You’re pointing at me,” he observes smugly.

I note the bulge of his cock in his jeans, and a wave of guilt washes over me. How can I look him in the eye when I know I was Anka?

Charlie grasps my hair and pulls my head back. “You wore clothes today,” he accuses.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Don’t lie to me, I sense your guilt.”

The hairs stand up on my arms as a pang of even deeper remorse plows through me. “You-you can feel that?”

“Mmm hmm. I’ve had your blood, little mortal. There’s no hiding secrets from me now.”

My mind whirls. “You’re right,” I lie. “I’m sorry. I just felt so uncomfortable naked.”

He cocks his head to the side, studying me, as if he can also sense the lie.

I force myself to think of something sexy, to distract him with amorous intentions before he ferrets out the truth. “Are you going to punish me?” I use my best innocent school girl voice. I don’t know whether it turns him on, but I get slick between my legs, warming at the thought.

He must detect the scent of my arousal because he slides a finger there, just brushing my outer lips.

My entire body jerks in response.

“Mmm...sensitive.”

“Charlie…”

“Yes?”

I don’t know what I meant by uttering his name with such appeal. I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I want to fix this. I close my eyes. Even pleasure’s too barbed with the pain that he can’t share it.

Because of me.

My eyes flick open. “Why are we doing this?” I ask, all traces of playfulness gone from my voice. “I don’t want to see you tortured.”

His expression stiffens. He covers my breast in a possessive grip. “That’s too bad.” He circles behind me. “Because I love torturing you.”

I inhale, my nerve-endings enlivening, waiting for his next touch. “I’m yours,” I whisper.

“Hands clasped on your head,” he orders.

I interlace my fingers and rest them on my head, lifting and spreading my breasts for his examination. He completes his circle of me and pinches both nipples, twisting them until I mewl from the discomfort. He releases them both abruptly and slaps one of my breasts.

“Disobedience requires punishment,” he asserts.

“Yes, master,” I concur, my skin tingling where he slapped, nipples aching from his pinch.

“Spread your legs,” he commands.

I widen my stance, increasing my sense of vulnerability with both breasts and now pussy exposed for his torture.

He slaps my pussy from the front, his hand swinging in a graceful arc to connect with the delicate tissue.

I jump, stepping my legs together to protect myself.

He delivers several sharp slaps to my ass. “Naughty girl. I told you to spread your legs.”

I swallow and open my legs once more.

“I expect you to stay in position for your punishment. Do not move, or I will make it far worse for you.”

The sternness makes my belly flip like a pancake, more warmth flooding my core. He holds my gaze as he slaps my pussy again and again.

I moan. My legs wobble beneath me. The pain incites desire. My pussy wants more, even as I cringe for each new slap.

“Do you like having your pussy spanked, Aurelia?” he asks in a low, seductive tone.

I give my head a quick shake.

“Don’t lie.” He sounds amused. “You’re dripping wet. You want me to spank you until you come, don’t you?”

I let out a small whimpering sound, not sure whether I mean yes or no by it.

He walks around behind me. “Bend over.”

I bend at the waist but find the balance with my hands on my head too difficult, and one knee buckles.

Charlie catches me around the waist with strong, sure hands. “You may place your hands on your knees,” he says, as if granting me a great boon.

“Thank you, master.” I try for sarcasm, but falling short. I sound like a true submissive, trembling for my dominant’s touch, whether it be in pain or in pleasure.

He claps his hand over my pussy from the back, his forearm spanking my anus a split second before his fingers smack down over my clit.

“Ahh!” I cry out in surprise.

“Naughty, naughty girl,” he says, spanking my pussy with each word, sending my eyes rolling back in my head as a dizzying wave of lust overcomes me.

“Remember when I spanked you until you came, Aurelia?”

I can’t speak at first, his continued assault on both holes fogging my brain with lust. After a moment, I realize he spoke. “Yes, Master,” I whisper.

“This spanking won’t stop until you orgasm, either. But this time you don’t get to use your own fingers.”

I give a sob of emotion, my pent-up passion on the brink of release.