by Emily Bex
“Master, I think I know what one thing would please you. Would you allow me to go change for you?”
He lets go of her hair, standing tall and menacing over her as he folds his arms across his chest, spreads his legs, and eats her alive with his eyes. His fangs elongate, but he does not move.
“You will first bathe, cover your skin with the scent that pleases your master. You will choose the one thing to wear that will please me. Show me you understand your master by making the right choice. Make the wrong choice, and the game ends tonight. Understood?”
“Yes, master.”
“Now go. And do not return until I call for you.” As she turns to flee past him, he swats her ass hard. “My sweet bel rosso.”
37
Entering the living room, Shade wills the furniture from the center of the room, leaving a large area in front of the fireplace for his bel. Taking the flogger in his hand, he stuffs the handle into the back pocket of his leather pants, letting the soft leather strips hang down, clearly visible. He wears the black leathers and nothing else, bare-chested, and barefoot. He throws a large white satin sheet upon the floor and wills the fire to blaze. He aches to bring out the handcuffs, but he doesn’t want to scare the hell out of her. Tonight, he must go slowly, teach and guide her, yet be the vampire master that he is. She must learn to obey his word and trust his dominion over her. Like a warrior, she must learn to respond to his command without question. The room is ready. He stands facing the fireplace with his back to her entrance.
“Bel rosso! Your master calls for your presence. ”
***
Kate had followed his instructions, or at least she hopes she did. She hears him call and hurries down the stairs and into the living room where she can see him silhouetted against the fire, his back to her. “Yes, master. I have given much thought to what you have asked of me and I hope I please you.” She enters the room completely nude, with the exception of the thigh high patent-leather red boots.
He remains standing, facing away from her. He doesn’t see her enter, and she is second guessing her choice. Maybe he wanted her to wear something else or carry a single red rose. What if I'm wrong? Please don't let me be wrong! She is eager for him to turn, but frightened that she may have made the wrong choice.
“I am ready, master.”
***
Shade feels her enter the room, even before she speaks, his body knows and responds to her very presence. Composing himself, he takes a deep breath and prays he does not push her too far. The flogger hangs from the back pocket of his tight leathers. He flexes his arms and the muscles in his back, and he knows her eyes are glued to him, the light from the fire glistening golden on his skin, casting shadows that emphasize the definition in his muscles. Turning, he stands in front of her and does not move. She has done well, the boots go straight to his cock and he cannot wait to slide his hands all over her, but he keeps his stern manner.
“Turn around for your master, bel, let me see you. Turn slowly, so that I may admire your efforts to please me.”
***
Her eyes are glued to him and she quickly notices the flogger as he stands, legs spread, in those tight leathers with no shirt, and no shoes. He flexes his arms and she follows the subtle movement of his body with her eyes, the contraction of the muscles in his back, and his ass in those tight pants, drinking him in. She is saying a silent prayer over and over in her head, please like the boots, please like the boots, please like the boots. She would hate getting banished to the bed alone this night before this game even got started. As he starts to turn, her heart is in her throat, and she continues the mantra in her head, Please like the boots, please like the boots.
He stands tall and looks at her, his expression unchanged, but she can see in his eyes she has made the right choice. She breathes a tiny sigh of relief. He is asking her to turn slowly for him. She feels braver now, knowing she was able to choose the "one thing".
She slides her hands down her hips and onto her thighs, and stands with her feet apart, and shifts her weight onto one hip. She glances up at him and locks eyes, but quickly looks down. She starts to shift her weight to one foot and turn, slowly, rolling her hips as she does so, like a sensuous dance. When her back is to him, she pauses and resumes the spread leg stance with her weight on one hip. She flips her hair and looks back at him over one shoulder. She wants to tease him now. Is that in the rules? Can she speak? She doesn't think she is supposed to speak. But she is biting her tongue, because she wants to say to him, "Like this, lover? Is this what you wanted?" But she thinks that is breaking the rules, and she wants to do this right. She wants to please him. So, the words remain unspoken as she continues her seductive turn until she is back facing him again. Once again, she quickly glances up at his face before looking down. She recognizes the metallic taste of blood in her mouth. She realizes she has been biting her lip this whole time in anxious anticipation.
***
Shade watches her move, she is still the temptress and he doesn’t seriously think he will ever tame that part of her, nor does he want to and that makes his heart roar. She is his, all his. He feels her hesitation, her prayers and he keeps a stern look on his face, showing her nothing, but inside she is driving him wild. She tempts his beast to the very edge, and he needs to control both her and the beast.
He walks straight up to her. Towering over her, her face hitting him mid-chest and he reaches out his hand and slides it through her hair. He feels her intake of breath, but she is learning fast, she does not move or speak, and that is exactly what he wants. Walking around her slowly, he slides his finger down her spine, and breathes against her neck. Walking back to the front of her, he whips the flogger from his back pocket, and uses the handle to slide it under her chin and tilt her face up toward him.
“You have pleased your master, bel, very much. Your choices are impeccable, as is your behavior.”
Stepping back from her, he cocks his head to the side and slaps the flogger against the palm of his hand, slowly, over and over, and he feels the shivers run through her body.
“Tell me, bel, who owns your heart?”
***
Kate can’t believe the tension in her body, and as he starts to walk toward her, she almost startles. Her attention is laser-focused, and she is trying to second guess his moves. He reaches out and slides his hand through her hair, and she wants to purr like a kitten, she is so hungry for his touch, for his approval. He steps around her, and she feels him slide a single finger down her spine and feels his breath on her neck as the goose bumps rise on her skin and she feels a delicious shiver between her legs. He returns to stand in front of her and snaps the flogger from his back pocket. She stifles the urge to flinch, and the thought "What did I do wrong?" rushes through her head. He uses the handle of the flogger to lift her chin, and she looks straight into his eyes, they lock her in place, and hold her mesmerized. He is telling her she did well, that she has pleased him, and her heart soars. What else, lover. Tell me what else I can do to please you? He starts the rhythmic slapping of the flogger in his hand, and it both terrifies and teases her, and he is asking who owns her heart.
“You do, master, you own my heart.”
***
He feels her every emotion, and it makes him want to pick her up and fuck her to hell and back, but he knows that is not what she needs. She needs to learn he will always dominate and that makes the beast in him rise up and adore her, waiting to get to her.
“You have pleased your master with your answer. Drop to your knees.”
He watches the subtle movement of her breasts and the flow of those silken crimson locks as she kneels on the floor. Her hair looks like flames in the reflected firelight and her pale skin glows. His cock turns into hard steel as she kneels.
“Who owns your soul?” He slaps the flogger against his thigh, letting it snap and crack loudly.
***
She feels lightheaded, and she realizes she is holding her breath. Breathe... do
n't forget to breathe! He wants her on her knees. No problem... I will get on my knees for you any day. As she drops to her knees, he speaks loudly and the sharp crack of the leather strips of the flogger snapping against his thigh is loud in the quiet room, and this time, she can't stifle the flinch. Her startled reaction can be heard in the slight quiver in her voice.
“You do, master, you own my soul.”
She wants him to touch her, and she wants to reach out and touch him. Not in the rules, not in the rules! She remains still, and on her knees, with her head bowed before him.
***
He feels her hyperventilate a bit and he begins to worry. He knows she is nervous, her body language tells him she is not afraid but aching inside to please him. Her voice shakes as she answers him, and he knows the flogger is having the effect he wants.
“Look up at your master, bel”. As she raises her eyes, he locks into them, holding her in his gaze. “Who do you belong to?”
He stands over her, towers over her, she loves his strength and power, and she loves his edge and his darkness. This is what drew her to him in the first place. She is staring at his bare feet. She wants to bend down and kiss them, but he is asking her to look at him. As she raises her face to him, she once again locks into his gaze. Does he have any idea what he does to me? He asks her who she belongs to. She is overwhelmed with emotion as the love she feels for him washes over her. Still holding his gaze, she whispers her answer.
“You, master, I belong to you.”
He shows her no emotion as he speaks, “You please your master, bel. Get on all fours.” Watching as she does so, his heart races as her love flows through him. She is so fucking beautiful, so sexy and so incredibly his! “Lower your eyes, mi amore.”
He stands in front of her, her eyes now on the floor, and he knows she can only see his bare feet.
“Bend your head and kiss them, my bel, let me see your ass rise up in the air. Let me see your breasts touch the satin as you lean down. Now!”
***
Praise! I get praise from him. And another command. She drops to her hands, so she is on all fours and holds his gaze, locked on his beautiful eyes, but now he is telling her to keep her eyes on the floor. She tilts her head down, and her hair falls forward like a curtain around her face. Once again, she is staring at his bare feet, and he is asking her to kiss them. Yes... yes. This I will gladly do. He knows how much she loves him in his jeans or leathers and bare feet. She bends as he asks, her ass in the air, her nipples grazing the satin sheet beneath her. She is feeling emboldened now, like she has passed a test. She arches her back and extends her ass in the air. Kiss your feet? I will do more than that. She kisses each foot, and then she extends her tongue, and starting at his toes, slowly licks up toward his ankle.
***
As he looks down at her, she is perfection. He is well aware of her fetish for his bare feet. Her ass rises, and the line of her back is like a straight arrow to those ass cheeks that he plans to have this night. She kisses each foot and the simple sensation startles him, it sends sparks straight to his cock. Then she begins to lick his foot, and he almost moans as he struggles to gain control. Reaching down, he grabs a handful of hair and jerks her head up.
“Hold!” Crouching down, he gets in her face, nose to nose, “You have misbehaved, bel rosso. You did not follow your master’s instructions, you became brazen. I am not pleased!”
Releasing his grip on her hair suddenly, she quickly bows her head, and it almost breaks his fucking heart in half, but he knows she must learn discipline. And that damn tongue tempts him out of control.
“Lower your head to the floor in shame, keep your ass in the air. Follow, bel, follow!”
***
She is startled when she feels his hand grab her hair and yank her head from his feet. He is in her face, and she wants to kiss his lips, but he is speaking to her in a stern voice. She has broken the rules. She has displeased him. He is demanding she lowers her head to the floor and keep her ass in the air, and she does as she is bidden. This is going to be harder than she thought. She presses her forehead to the floor, her hands on either side of her face. I can do this. I want to do this. I can be whatever he wants me to be.
***
As she does his bidding, he drops his leathers to the floor, right in front of her, he knows she can see them as they pool around his ankles before stepping out of them. He smiles knowing she desperately wants to look at him and if she does, he will beat that sweet ass red. He slowly walks around her, stands behind her, looking at her ass in the air for him. He crouches down and blows his hot breath across her sex and sees the slight movement of her body. Oh yes, my bel, you are going to go wild with desire before I ever give you what you want. Crouching over top her, he bends slowly, and slides his hard cock between her beautiful ass cheeks and lets the tip of his cock slide along her spine until it reaches her neck. Putting his wrist to his mouth, he breaks the surface of his skin with his teeth, letting the blood rise and pool on his wrist. He slides his finger through his blood and then reaches under her breasts and pulls her up against his chest. Leaning over her, his lips against her ear he whispers in a stern husky voice.
“Your punishment is to taste my essence, something you love, but you will not be allowed to feed.” Taking his finger, he slides it across her lips, his blood turning her lips a beautiful red, before he slides his finger in her mouth.
***
She can hear him unzip his leathers, and the sound of them as he peels them down his legs. From her peripheral vision on the floor, she can see them as they pool at his ankles and he steps out of them. She dares not look up. She remains still as she hears him walk around behind her. She tenses every muscle. What is he going to do? She feels his breath against her sex, and she takes a sharp intake of breath. Every sense is heightened because of the unknown and the inability to anticipate his next move. She can feel him plant his feet on either side of her... what, what, what?
She feels his rigid cock slide across her ass, and she wants to moan out loud. She stifles the sound. Is moaning allowed? Is that a rule? Is moaning the same as talking without permission? He slides his cock up her spine until it reaches her neck, and she is now biting her lip hard to keep from moaning. Why didn't I ask about moaning? Dare not. Dare not. Quiet!
She feels his hand reach beneath her breasts and lifts her up, so she is pressed against his chest. She relishes the contact of skin on skin. He leans into her, mouth to ear, and she can feel his hot breath on her. She wants to turn her face to him. Find his mouth with her mouth. Don't... don't do it.
He has bitten his own wrist to draw blood, and he wants her to taste him on his finger. She feels him run his finger across her lips. She feels the wet, hot blood on her lips, and then he slides his finger in her mouth. She swirls her tongue around his finger as he withdraws it. She lets her tongue wipe her lips clean, but his blood, oh God, his blood, even this small amount hits her like a sledgehammer. She feels the heat between her legs, and she wants to turn and grab his wrist and drink from him and feel that electricity through her body. She is consumed with a mindless wanting, and despite her best efforts, the moan escapes her lips.
***
That’s the bel he’s looking for. He picks up the scent of her sex and he knows she is wet for him, aching, and needing him. Perfect! Then she moans, and he grins wickedly. Leaning down, he nips her ear hard and whispers in a deep voice as he lets his fingers tease and pull on her nipple.
“You finally let your master know you desire him, and that pleases me, bel. When you moan and beg, it tells me that you want me, that you need me.” Growling into her ear, “Mmmmmm, you are wet for your master, si?”
***
As he nips at her ear, she arches her neck back ever so slightly. Yes, please. Yes, please. Touch me there, kiss me there. Then she hears his deep gravelly voice, at the same time he is pulling on her nipple, and she lets her head fall forward, forehead to the floor as another moan escapes her. My m
oaning let you know I wanted you? I could have moaned in the first five seconds when I saw you standing in front of the fireplace.
He is growling in her ear, and she wants to scream ‘Fuck me, hard, now!’ He is asking if she is wet for her master. She can feel her juices running down her legs. Can she talk? Does she risk talking? Her breathing is already labored, and her heart is racing.
“Lover...master...please...may I speak?”
***
Letting go of her body, he stands and walks in front of her. Crouching down, his cock stands straight out, pointing at those full lips of hers, and he wants desperately to fuck that beautiful mouth, but tonight, he has other things in mind and he restrains himself. Lifting her head with his fingertips, he stares lovingly into her eyes.
“Si.”
***
She feels him pull away from her, and panic shoots through her. I screwed it up! I shouldn't have spoken. She sees his feet appear in front of her as she is looking through the curtain of her hair, and she can see he is crouching down. She feels his fingers reach under her chin and slowly lift her head. And as she looks up at him, she is staring at that magnificent cock. She wants to lean forward and take him in her mouth. Breaking the rules... what did he say? I was... oh yes... brazen. Can't be brazen.
She takes a deep breath and looks up at his face. She locks into his gaze, and he is looking at her with such love, it is crushing her. She has to close her eyes against their intensity, because he might say no. She has to close her eyes because the sensations that are assaulting her body have overwhelmed her.
“Master...please...take me now. Master...fuck me now.” Her voice is shaky, her throat constricted, and she waits for his response. The mantra in her head is now a single refrain, over and over, Oh please, oh please, oh please, oh please.
***
“Open your eyes, bel.” Looking at her face, her eyes and her quivering lips, her body is shaking in need, and her sex is swollen with want.