The Sacrifice (7 page)

If anyone would have told me this morning that I would spend my
night naked on a vampire’s lap, with my thighs spread open so he could explore
my pussy, I would have said they were delusional. If they had further told me
that I would like it—that I would want to
beg
for more, I would have
called the local mental institution and reserved them a room. But that’s
exactly what I want to do—I need more, need it so
badly
.

I can’t beg,
I
tell myself sternly. After all, I’m already in a very compromising position, I
have to retain
some
dignity. I bite my lower lip hard to keep from pleading
with him to make me come. I’m so
close.
If he would just give me a little
more direct contact…

Suddenly he stops completely.

A little cry of frustration escapes me—I can’t help it. I feel
like I’m going to explode!

“Sorry about that, Emma.” His deep voice sounds both amused and
aroused. “But I think it’s time to test your depth now. Spread a little wider,
I’m going to put my fingers as deep into your pussy as I can go.”

There’s no point in arguing but still, I feel a stab of
apprehension. I’m still worried he’ll find out about my virginity. Not from a
hymen—I got rid of that myself years ago when I fell on a fencepost by accident.
But still, I’m tight and unused. I’ve never had anything bigger than my own
fingers up there and his are much larger than mine.

“Gently,” Aiden murmurs, as though sensing my fear. “Very gently,
darling. Just spread yourself open and trust me. I won’t hurt you.”

He seems to keep his word about these kinds of things—if he
promises pain, he delivers, if he promises pleasure, well, he gives that too.
So I bite my lip and make myself spread my thighs a little wider, trying to
welcome him in. “All right,” I whisper.

“Such a good girl,” Aiden says, his deep voice slightly hoarse.
“Such a good girl to spread open your pussy for me, Emma.”

His words of approval send a jolt of pure lust straight through
me. Why that should be, I don’t know. Maybe it’s the dirty words spoken in that
deep, sensual voice. Or maybe it’s the gentle way he’s touching me. He couldn’t
be any more careful even if he knew my virginal status. Speaking of which…
ow.
Now it’s starting to hurt just a little as two thick fingers begin to slide
into my liquid depths.

“Hmm.” I can hear the worry in Aiden’s tone but I can’t quite
bring myself to look at him. Not when he’s touching me so intimately. “You’re
very tight,” he says. “More so than any other female I’ve ever felt.” He
withdraws his fingers. “I’m going to try something,” he murmurs, spreading my
pussy lips again.

“Wh-what?” I manage to squeak out as he begins that slow, circular
massage around my clit that drives me crazy.

“I’m going to make you come and see if you’ll loosen up for me.
You
do
want to come, don’t you, Emma?”

At this point, there’s no way I can deny it. “Yes,” I whisper in a
very small voice.

“Yes, what?” he asks.

I know what he wants. “Yes, Master,” I say. “I…I want to come.”

“Ask me for it, then.” His fingers continue to circle, almost but
never quite touching me where I need him the most. “Ask me nicely, my lovely
little witch.”

“Oh!” I bite my lip and squirm in his lap, still not wanting to
beg.

“I can keep this up all night, you know,” he says softly. “I can
keep you right on the edge without ever quite pushing you over. It can be quite
excruciating…in a very pleasurable way, of course.”

I know he’s telling the truth—he can obviously play my body like a
violin. I’m going to have to give in and surrender the last shreds of my
dignity. I don’t want to but my clit is throbbing and I’m on fire from the
waist down. There’s no choice.

“Please,” I whisper and then force myself to speak louder.
“Please, Master, make me…make me come. Please, I need to come.”

“Of course you do,” he says, his voice husky with lust. “Of course
you need to come, Emma. Just relax and let me touch you—relax and let me make
you come.”

His fingers stop their circling and rub me more directly, sliding
delicately but firmly over my aching clit, touching me in the exact way I need
to be touched.

I’ve been on edge for so long, that’s all it takes. My back arches
and I cry out as a tidal wave of pleasure swamps me.
Oh Goddess, so good!
I’ve
never had an orgasm from anyone’s hand but my own. I can’t believe how much
more intense it is when it comes from someone else.

“That’s right,” Aiden growls softly. “That’s right, sweetheart,
just let yourself come. Come all over my hand.” As he speaks, his fingers slip
lower, finding the entrance to my pussy. I moan as they slip inside me. I can
feel my inner walls spasming around the invading digits but Aiden was right,
somehow they
do
seem to slide in more easily.

He thrusts into me gently at first
and then harder, hitting the end of my channel with each stroke, making me gasp
and fist my hands in the slippery satin duvet.

“You like that, Emma?” he growls,
speeding up. “You like it when I fingerfuck your sweet little cunt?”

“Yes,” I gasp, unable to deny it.
“Yes, Master,
yes.”
I press back against his fingers, seeking more. Oh,
Goddess—it’s a whole new level of pleasure. It’s deeper, more satisfying
somehow. I can only imagine how it would be if it was his cock instead of his
fingers inside me, stretching me open, taking me, making me his… Just the
thought makes me feel like I’m going to come again.

Aiden seems to sense this. “That’s
right, sweetheart,” he murmurs, thrusting even harder. “Give it up for me. Let
me feel you squeezing my fingers with that tight little pussy.”

He brushes my throbbing clit again
as he thrusts into me and I can’t help it—with a low moan that sounds
suspiciously like his name, I am coming again. This time it’s a deeper orgasm,
one that seems to well up from within and overwhelm me. I can feel my inner muscles
clench hard around his fingers.

Aiden must be able to feel it to.
“Good girl,” he says, still pumping into me. “Good girl to come so
hard
for me. Gods, you’re tight.”

At last the pleasure recedes, like
a wave pulling back from the shore. It leaves me feeling drained, both mentally
and physically. It’s almost as though I'd run a marathon—or what I
imagine
it
would be like after a marathon, anyway. I only run when chased.

My new master seems to be finely
attuned to my body. When he senses that I’m finished coming, Aiden withdraws
his fingers gently and strokes my back in soothing circles.

I just lie there, limp. My pussy
might be tight but the rest of me feels like overcooked pasta. I’m completely
exhausted. I think I’d be happy to lie here all night, face down on his lap,
and sleep.

But Aiden isn’t going to let me. “Very
good, Emma,” he says, sitting me up. “You’re beautiful when you come—has anyone
ever told you that?”

“No,” I whisper, looking down. Now
that I’m upright again, my lassitude seems to have magically drained away and I’m
ashamed to face him. I can’t look him in the eye after writhing all over his
lap and spreading my legs for him. Can’t let myself admit that I called him
Master and begged him to make me come.

“Just look at you—you’re
blushing
.”
He sounds surprised. “Was it really that hard for you to give yourself to me?”

“It was…intense,” I say, trying to
find the best word to describe the experience. In fact it was so intense my
chest feels tight with emotion. I’ve never given this much of myself to anyone
before.
It’s not a big deal to him, though,
I tell myself sternly.
It’s
just business as usual so stop getting all emotional.
I take a deep breath,
trying to calm down.

“It can be overwhelming the first
time you submit to someone,” he acknowledges calmly. “But this was just a small
step forward.”

“It was plenty big enough for me.”
Despite my calming breaths, I’m still blushing and trembling, pressing my
thighs together. The last orgasm he gave me echoes through my body, like the
aftershocks of an earthquake.

Aiden frowns. “Really, Emma, anyone
would think you’d never had a man touch you before.”

I glance up at him quickly before I
can stop myself. Then I look back down at my hands, hoping he can’t read my
inexperience in my face.

“Emma?” he says.

I only looked at him for a moment
but apparently those gray eyes are as sharp as they look. “Yes?” I whisper.

“Exactly how many sexual partners
have you had?” he wants to know.

“Oh, you know…”

“No, I don’t,” he says sternly.
“Not until you tell me.”

“Fine,” I say, half angry, half
ashamed. “
None
, all right? No one in the supernatural community wants to
date a dud. Or a prudish witch, one who’s too afraid and ashamed to take off
her clothes and get naked in public—or in private for that matter.” I look down
at my hands, the words coming faster now. “I know it sounds pathetic—I’m
twenty-two and still a virgin. I probably could have found some willing guy
just for the night to get rid of it but…I’ve never wanted it to be like that. I
want it to be more than just a…just a quick fuck.”

Goddess, I’m so stupid!
My cheeks are so hot I feel like my
face is on fire as I wait for his reply. He’ll think I’m weird now, strange,
defective…

But Aiden’s answer, when it comes,
surprised me.

“Of course it should be more than
just a fleeting encounter—a night spent in the dark with a stranger.” He
strokes my hot cheek gently. “I must confess, I know it makes me sound old
fashioned but…I’m glad you’re a virgin.”

“You are?” I look up at him
uncertainly.

He nods, a little smile playing
around the corners of his sensual mouth. “Don’t forget, Emma, I come from a
time when virginity was mandatory for females until marriage.” His gray eyes
become suddenly serious. “I swear to you, darling, when I take you I’ll be sure
you’re ready for me.”

“Th-thank you,” I stutter, my
cheeks flaming with embarrassment. Goddess, I’m such an idiot. I can’t even
talk
about sex without getting all flustered.

“Your modesty does you credit,”
Aiden tells me. “And your virginity is a welcome surprise.” He sighs. “Although
we
may
have to take some extra measures to get you ready to make love.”

“What?” I look up at him,
surprised. “You mean…you’re not going to…to do it tonight?”

“Tonight?” He looks almost shocked.
“Of course not.”

“But why?” I say, uttering the
forbidden question.

Aiden doesn’t reprimand me. “For
one, because I think you’ve endured quite enough shocks for one night. And for
another, we have an entire year—why rush our pleasure?” His eyes are suddenly
heavy-lidded with lust as he stares at me. “And believe me, Emma, it will be a
very great pleasure to sink my cock deep into your soft little pussy and pump
you full of my cum. To claim your body with my own.”

“Oh,” I whisper, my breath catching
in my throat. There’s something about hearing dirty talk in that low, sensual
voice that sends me into instant overdrive.

“But that is for another time. As
for tonight…” Aiden rises from the bed. “I think it’s time you got some sleep.”
Coming around the side of the bed, he helps me slip under the satin coverlet
and cool, crisp cotton sheets below. I don’t usually sleep naked but he hasn’t
offered me anything to wear to bed and suddenly I’m incredibly tired.

“What about you?” I manage to ask
before yawning. “I thought you said…I’d sleep in your bed.”

“This is my bed and you will be
sleeping in it. I, however, will be sleeping elsewhere.” He strokes my cheek
gently. “You’re lovely but I don’t sleep with anyone.”

“But…” I want to protest that I’ll
feel lonely in this huge bed all by myself but I can’t seem to get the words
out. Aiden is looking into my eyes and the more he looks, the sleepier I get.
It occurs to me to wonder if he’s put me under some kind of a sleep spell—can
vampires do that? I thought they didn't do magic…

But before the thought can fully
form, my eyelids close and I’m gone.

Chapter Seven

When I wake up in the morning, sunlight is streaming through a
wide window at the far end of the bedroom. I shift in the bed and make a little
noise of pain when my tender ass rubs too roughly against the cotton sheets.

Wait a minute, why am I tender there? What’s going on? And for
that matter, where am I?

I shift again and suddenly everything comes rushing back—the
Sacrifice Ceremony, the lesson in submission, the spanking and most of all, the
way Aiden fingered me and made me come.

Oh my Goddess, did all that really happen?
I sit up in bed, wrapping my arms
around my knees. I want to deny it, to pass everything off as a dream, but
there is no arguing with this vast bedroom and its massive furniture, or the huge
bed I spent the night in.