Venice Vampyr - The Beginning (36 page)

Her gasp told him that she was aware of him, so he eased off and pulled back an inch. Her face lifted from the pillow to follow his lips, and a moment later, she jerked her arms as if trying to reach for him. But she was rudely pulled back by her restraints.

Bianca’s eyes flew open, her head instantly twisting, her eyes searching for the unknown resistance. Her eyes spotted the bindings that held her trapped, and she snapped her gaze back to him, staring at him in shock. “What? Lorenzo?” The hint of panic in her voice pleased him. He wanted her off kilter.

“Yes, my sweet Bianca?” he asked innocently.

“What are you doing?” There was annoyance in her tone now. She tugged at the ties but couldn’t loosen them. “Take these off me!”

Lorenzo smiled down at her and trailed his hand over her breast until he reached her nipple. “I can’t do that.”

“Untie me!”

He ignored her demand and took her responsive peak between thumb and forefinger, pinching it. A startled gasp was her response. “It’s time for you to learn what I expect my mistress to do. And you’re my mistress now, aren’t you?”

“Lorenzo, please.” Even though she was pleading now, her lips pouting like a debutante’s, it wouldn’t change anything.

“If you remember, we agreed on this when I let you stay here. I warned you about the things you would have to do for me if you wanted to warm my bed. Or have you already forgotten about it?”

Her eyes blinked as her jaw dropped. Yes, she remembered what he’d told her that first night when she’d begged him to let her stay. He would make good on it now.

“I see, you remember.”

“But I thought you simply tried to shock me, so I’d leave,” she protested in vain.

Lorenzo kept the chuckle that was building inside him where it belonged: hidden from view. The devious vixen was trying to talk her way out of it. Maybe her previous protectors had been so gullible, but it wouldn’t work with him.

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ed before he lifted himself off her thighs. Her relieved smile died an instant death when he merely scooted up her body so his inner thighs were touching her breasts and his heavy cock nudged toward the valley between them.

“I think I should warn you that in my house my word is law. Whatever order I issue will be followed. And right now, I’m going to have you suck me.”

***

Bianca tugged on the restraints once more, but they were holding, not quite biting into her wrists, but nevertheless firm enough to prevent her from escaping them. What had gotten into Lorenzo? During the last days and nights, he’d been the most passionate, yet considerate lover, and she’d almost forgotten why she was with him in the first place: to find the treasure. Only during those hours when he’d slept deeply had she snuck out of bed to continue her search.

But now as she looked at him looming over her, his body as beautiful as ever, and his cock just as hard and tempting as the many times before, there was a different glint in his eyes. As if a predator lurked in its depths.

She’d never allowed any of her lovers to tie her up, yet despite the dominant position Lorenzo had taken above her, she felt no fear. Her heartbeat kicked up nevertheless, but a much more powerful emotion was its catapult: lust. As she trailed her gaze down from his strong chest muscles to his flat stomach, and then lower still to his hard length, her mouth went dry at the beautiful sight. Like a stalk it jutted out, purple veins snaking around it like vines crawling up a castle wall. Its head glistened with moisture coming from the slit on its tip.

Bianca inhaled his scent, so male and more virile than that of any man she’d ever known. During the many hours they’d spent together in his bed, he’s shown her over and over that his sexual prowess was limitless.

“Time to fulfill your duties as my mistress,” he continued and scooted up her body, bringing his cock closer to her mouth. “Or have you decided you don’t want to be my mistress anymore? If that’s the case, say the word, and I’ll release you.”

Bianca breathed a sigh of relief: he was only teasing her. But with his next words she realized that escape was not an option.

“Of course, then you’ll have to leave my house.”

Reality slammed into her. She couldn’t leave. There were still areas in the house she hadn’t searched, and under no circumstances would she leave without her treasure.

Bianca swallowed her pride and gave him a coquettish smile. “If you want me to suck you, my master, then you’ll have to come a little closer—” She jerked at her restraints. “—given that I can’t put my hands on your ... very ... very impressive ...” She licked her lips, bringing much needed moisture to them. “ ... cock.”

She couldn’t interpret the look Lorenzo gave her. Was it approval? Surprise? Or a bit of both? But whatever it was, he nudged forward another inch and, holding his shaft at the root, he guided it to her lips.

“Yes, my sweet Bianca, taste me.” His voice had dropped an octave, huskier than she’d ever heard him speak. And his eyes had turned darker, the white in them almost completely disappearing. In its stead, the light from the candle on the nightstand seemed to throw an orange glow onto them, making them sparkle in the dark.

Bianca parted her lips and extended her tongue to swipe it over the purple head, gathering his pre-cum with it, all the while watching his expression. When she pressed her tongue flat against his slit, Lorenzo’s eyes closed and his head fell back, his chest releasing a most animalistic groan. She’d never seen a more tantalizing site.

Her mouth rocked forward, and she engulfed his length in her moist heat, widening her jaw as much as she could. But he was too big. Only half his shaft fit. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth, making him withdraw, then slide back into her while she swirled her tongue around its underside.

With every slide, her own body responded, sending charges of heat to her center of pleasure. She pressed her thighs together in the hope of alleviating the need that boiled up there, but it was no use. She needed to be touched, needed his hand on her to take away the ache.

When she looked back at Lorenzo, his dark eyes were watching her intently.

“God, I love fucking your mouth.”

Raw emotions played on his face: desire, lust, and the knowledge that his control would snap soon. His hips flexed as he drove deeper into her, forcing her head back into the pillow. He braced his arms against the headboard above her and thrust in a steady rhythm, his strokes slow and measured, careful not to make her gag, yet deep enough to push her boundaries of comfort.

“See, Bianca, how good it is when you can’t get away, when you have to endure everything I want you to do. Does it excite you?”

She wanted to protest, but the lie wouldn’t cross her lips. Despite the vulnerable position she found herself in, she couldn’t deny the appeal of it. Lorenzo was in charge, and for the first time in her life she felt the need to surrender.

On his next withdrawal, she made a demand of her own. “Touch me.”

There was a smile on his lips before he drove back into her. “Not yet, my sweet. Your need isn’t great enough yet.”

She wanted to protest, tell him that she would burn up if he didn’t stroke her pearl and released the tension there, but his relentless cock didn’t give her the freedom to speak. So she closed her eyes and concentrated on his body and the beautiful flesh that was hard and soft at the same time, hoping to distract herself from the ache between her legs.

When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Lorenzo suddenly pulled back, breathing hard. Her eyes flew open, their gazes colliding. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

He scooted down her body. “I’m not ready to come. But when I am, it’ll be in your sweet cunt.”

As if wanting to shock her, he lashed the crude word at her. But all it did was excite her further. He would fuck her and give her relief. It was all she could think of.

Lorenzo leaned toward the nightstand. Bianca followed his movement, watching as he retrieved a box there and opened it. “But first,” he announced, “I’ll be exploring your body.”

When he took a shiny item from the box and turned back to her, she tried to focus on what it was.

“Have you ever seen something like this?”

Shocked, Bianca stared at his hands, which held an object made of a smooth metal. Its shape was unmistakable: it looked like a man’s cock, only it was smaller than Lorenzo’s and slimmer as well. She shook her head, both in response to his question as well as to push away the suspicions of what he wanted to do with it.

“No? Well, then I think I have to introduce you to this toy.” The wicked grin on his face told her he wouldn’t stop until he’d done whatever he wanted.

Lorenzo dismounted and knelt next to her, using his hand to spread her legs in the next instance. She let it happen, unable to fight her own desire. She needed to be touched, and if he wanted to touch her with that toy as he called it, then it was better than not being touched at all. Humiliation be damned.

He led the metal cock to her sex and stroked it against her moist flesh. It was cool and smooth, and the cold metal somewhat eased the fire in her. But then he moved upwards to her pearl. Now coated in her dew, it slid easily against her, the contact sending a flame of heat through her body.

“Oh, God!”

Lorenzo lowered his head to her stomach, trailing open mouthed kisses along her skin. She bucked toward him and toward the metal cock he was holding, wanting more. As if he understood her, he moved the smooth metal rhythmically up and down. Bianca exhaled, allowing the pleasure to spread in her body. Finally, Lorenzo would soothe the ache that had built.

“Yes.” It was less word more moan that left her lips.

“Not yet, my sweet,” he answered and withdrew the cock.

Frustrated, she pulled on her restraints, rattling the headboard.

“Shh, you’re impatient. Have you forgotten that as my mistress you’re here to pleasure me? And I decide what gives me pleasure.”

An instant later, she felt the metal cock at the entrance to her channel, probing gently, before he drove it into her. Her muscles clenched around it, welcoming the foreign intrusion. Smaller than Lorenzo’s cock it nevertheless filled the void. But already, he withdrew it, not allowing her to enjoy the pleasurable sensation for long.

“No! Please, don’t stop!”

“I’m not.”

Then he pulled her legs up and slid the object further back toward her buttocks. Panic gripped her when she realized what he was about to do. She tensed and tried to push her thighs together, but Lorenzo pried them apart.

“Bianca, I warned you once. These are the things I expect from my mistress.” Then he looked at her, his eyes blazing with lust. “If you don’t want to be my mistress, tell me now.”

Warring emotions collided inside her. But she couldn’t give in now. She was too close to her goal. If he dismissed her now, she’d be virtually destitute. Slowly, she eased her legs apart further, pulling her knees up to set her feet flat on the mattress.

Surprise flitted across his face. Then one hand came up to stroke her cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”

Bianca closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. Instead of pain, she suddenly felt his hand on her pearl, stroking it in a leisurely rhythm, relaxing her further. She arched her hips toward him, and he complied and caressed her with more pressure.

“Yes!”

When he guided the metal cock to the entrance of her dark passage, the moisture it was coated with made the contact smooth and pleasant. Slowly, the cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle. A sense of discomfort spread, but was instantly drowned out by Lorenzo’s finger on her pearl.

Gently, he pushed the toy into her, the invasion creating a sense of fullness she’d never experienced. It stretched her. She took steadying breaths to push back the temporary pain.

“That’s good, my sweet. Take it slowly.”

She should feel embarrassed about what he was doing to her. But when she noticed him watch with rapt fascination how the item disappeared in her dark channel, her pulse flared.

“So beautiful.”

Bianca expelled a moan as pain made room for pleasure, the cock in her passage sending sensations through her body she’d never felt.

“I’m ready to fuck you now.”

Lorenzo let go of the metal cock, keeping it deeply lodged inside her and rose above her, settling between her thighs. With one swift move, he drove his shaft into her cunny. The dual penetration robbed her of her breath. Her heartbeat stuttered.

His head lowered to hers, his eyes boring into hers. “Yes, my sweet, I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll faint.”

His lips landed on hers before she could reply, kissing her more passionately than he ever had. And as he continued kissing her, he rode her. With every stroke of his hard length, the metal cock in her ass moved, driving her higher every time. It was useless to fight the sensations that crashed onto her like an ocean wave against the shore. So she let herself go and surrendered to him, allowed him to take her and pleasure her without restraints. And despite the restraints that still held her arms captive, she’d never felt more liberated in her life.

“I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice echoing amidst his heavy breathing.

“Oh, Bianca!”

His cock jerked inside her, pulsating as her muscles contracted around him, gripping him harder until her body joined his in orgasm, the waves engulfing her until the last one crashed over her and drew her into darkness.