His Captive Mortal – A Vampire Romance Read Online Renee Rose

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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 226(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
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“My dear Tinkerbell. You look good enough to eat,” he purrs.

I stifle a shiver, trying not to take him literally.

“Stand up, let me see the rest of you.”

I rise, giving him the full view of my freshly groomed sex and the black thigh-high stockings.

“Turn around.”

I spin around, my heart revving up. “What do you think?” I look over my shoulder in what I hope is a seductive pose.

Before I can draw another breath, he’s pulled me onto my back beside him and covered my body with his, kissing me with a passion that makes my stomach dip and swoon. I meet his desire with my own, yanking his head down, arching my pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. I want him to take me in every sense of the word, but he breaks away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”

“Wench?” I sputter, pretending to be insulted. I wrap a fist in his shirt and attempt to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”

He ignores my attempts to tug him, as well as my question. “There should be a few more items in the box. Go fetch them.”

My belly flips like an Olympic gymnast. I’ve purposely ignored the remaining two items in the box. One appears to be some sort of stainless steel sex toy, and the other was lubricant. Still, his command propels me into action.

I crawl off the bed and find the lube and the toy and bring them to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, and he yanks me in for another hard kiss before he bends me over his knee. My feet still stand on the floor, but my torso folds over the bed and his lap. He gives my ass a slap. The sound echoes, but it’s more bark than bite.

“Do you know what this is, Aurelia?”

“Not exactly,” I say in a small voice.

“Reach back and pull your cheeks apart for me,” he orders.

Fork.

Is he really gonna do this? I think about refusing, but I no longer want to play that game with him. I do as he instructed, tentatively grasping my bottom cheeks and spreading them. Something cold lands on my anus, and I flinch. The lube.

I tense, realizing exactly where the toy will be going. Sure enough, the cool bulbous tip of the toy presses at my back entrance.

I squeeze my eyes closed and press my lips together.

“No,” I whimper although I’ve given my consent by lying still across his lap, waiting for him to do what he will. He presses the cool tip forward, and it stretches my anus.

“No...I can’t,” I protest.

“Shh. You can. You will do it because I want you to.”

He’s right. And what does that mean about me? How has he taken control of me so easily? Wasn’t I fighting him tooth and nail just a day or two ago? And what had changed my mind? Hot sex?

Probably.

Decidedly. I’d crawl for the rewards he’ll give me, the pleasure he’ll bring me.

The plug stretches my back hole even wider. I make a screaming noise in my throat although I keep my lips pressed together.

And then it’s in. Once seated, the plug doesn’t hurt. It just gives me a curious “full” feeling and creates an urgency in my pussy, like I need to orgasm. Or get fucked really, really hard.

Charlie

“Aurelia,” I mutter, nearly dizzy at the sight of the plug stretching her asshole. I lift her, so she’s standing between my knees and cup her hot cheeks. “You did so well. Turn around so I can look at you.”

She lurches around, and I have to support her as she turns unsteadily. But she does it. She’s doing her best to obey me.

I’m not sure how I won her obedience, and I’m not stupid enough to think the game is over, but she’s certainly given me this round.

Winning never made me feel so powerless.

My cock aches, a hot throbbing that only made my blood hunger worse. She looks incredible, the black corset and stockings framing her shapely ass, the stainless steel plug and raw cheeks symbols of her submission to me.

“Beautiful.” I turn her back around and pull her down to take her lips in a bruising kiss.

Her face flushes a healthy pink, eyes glassy and wild.

“You could not possibly please me more,” I praise her. I know she wants release, but I intend to drag out her sexual frustration. “Now, I want you to make me dinner...” I pat her ass and twiddle the plug between her cheeks, “...dressed like that.”

She moans, lips working to frame a protest.

I give the plug a shove, causing her to gasp and her eyes to round.

Grasping her nipples, I tug her down until she’s bent at the waist, and her face is level with mine. “The proper answer is yes, master.”



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