Reaching behind him, Samantha languidly glided her hands up his thigh and abs until her hands rested just above his erection. With her lips mere inches from his cock, she darted her tongue out, running it over its smooth wet tip. He tasted wonderfully salty and masculine; she needed more. Unable to hold back, Samantha licked up and down his throbbing shaft, taking his tight sac into her hand. Her other hand reached around so she could dig her fingers into his hard muscular ass.
In a single motion, she parted her lips, relaxed her throat and took him all the way into her mouth. Sucking him, she retracted her lips, releasing his ridged manhood. Grabbing onto the base of him, she slowly repeated pumping him in and out of her warm lips.
Luca rocked himself into her mouth in rhythm with her demand. He hissed in ecstasy, realizing that she knew exactly what she was doing, paying him back for what he’d done to her. Did she comprehend how much power she had over him? He didn’t care in the moment; pleasure was all he could feel.
His swollen flesh couldn’t take much more without him exploding in her mouth; no, it was much too soon for that. After one more sweet kiss of his shaft, he receded, pulling Samantha onto her feet.
“I need you now, Samantha. I have to be in you. On the bed,” he ordered.
Samantha sashayed over to the bed, and fell backwards, giggling. “Come and get me, vampire.” She wasn’t going to make this easy for him.
Picking up the sash of his robe, he played with the tie, eyeing her from across the room. “Hmm….sassy witch, huh? Perhaps you need to be reminded who’s directing the show tonight, darlin’.”
Her eyes widened when she saw him fingering the velour belt. Her heart began to race in excitement and her sex grew damp in anticipation.
Luca confidently strode across the room, drinking in the sight of his beautiful red-haired woman, splayed out spread-eagled on his bed. Leaning down, he methodically began to tie a loop around one of her wrists. After securing the knot, he weaved the belt through the slats of the head board and secured her other wrist until her arms were nicely tied above her head.
“Luca,” she protested against the bindings.
“Tonight, your pleasure is mine, Samantha. If you really want to get out, your safe word is “cabin”; otherwise, we continue to play. Now what you might not know is that I could hear your heartbeat race as soon as you saw the belt. And since I don’t smell fear, I know it’s because you are aroused. Am I correct?”
Damn vampire senses. She smiled at him. “Yes, so what are you going to do to me?” She wiggled her hips around on the bed a little, hoping to tempt him into her.
“This.” He trailed a finger down her arm, down her side. Goosebumps broke out over her body; she started to beg. “Please, Luca. It’s not fair.”
He laughed. “This isn’t about fair, Samantha. It’s about control. Dominance. And your submission.” With those words, he left the room, leaving her tied to the bed.
She wondered what he was doing in the other room, hearing a banging noise, and struggled to see what he held in his hand when he returned, literally within seconds.
“No peeking, Samantha. In fact, I think it would be best to remove another one of your senses, don’t you agree?”
She simply smiled at him, wondering what he was going to do, and eagerly awaiting his rapturous torment.
Luca straddled Samantha on the bed. He loved seeing her bound, awaiting his pleasure, desiring to make everything special. He smiled down at her, and held up a black scarf. Placing a slow, passionate kiss to her lips, he fastened the scarf over her eyes.
“Luca,” Samantha whispered. She felt on fire with want. This man was pushing her to do something she’d never done, and she loved every second of it.
Samantha squealed in surprise as Luca ran an ice cube around her rose-colored areola. The cold sensation was immediately replaced by the warmth of his lips; he sucked the tiny pink bud until it hardened and ached. He gave her other nipple the same attention and she felt herself floating in the absence of her sight. The lips, tongue and teeth on her aching tips sent a jolt of need to her clit, and she found herself writhing, trying to get him to touch her below.
Within minutes, his lips abandoned her breasts. Moaning in delight, she felt his glorious hands caress her delectable pink mounds, while working his way downward to her abdomen with the cool wetness. The icy surface glided for seconds only to be replaced by his warm lips. Her hips rocked up into him; she wanted his frosty heat on her sex, in her.
Moving his hands to the side of her waist, Luca held the almost melted ice cube in his teeth, and slid over and through her wet folds. He could feel her quiver underneath his lips. With nothing left to hold, Luca darted his cool tongue into the crease of her sex, letting it graze over her clit. She writhed under his kiss, but he held her firmly by her hips.
“Luca, I can’t take it anymore. It feels so good,” she cried.
He didn’t answer as he continued to lick and suckle her sex relentlessly. As two fingers entered her without warning, she moaned loudly, bucking her hips into his mouth. He curled his digits upward and stroked the long sensitive spot within her. “Aw darlin’, your pussy is so wet and sweet for me.” She barely registered him talking dirty, overwhelmed with her impending orgasm.
Luca could feel her squeeze his fingers. She was so close. “Come for me, Samantha, let go,” he demanded, sucking hard on her ripe pink nub. He lapped at her sweet cream, so grateful to have her with him.
Samantha saw fireworks as she shattered into a million pieces. It was the most spectacular release she’d ever experienced in her entire life. She screamed Luca’s name over and over again, shaking as he untied the scarf over her eyes.
She was panting, trying to catch her breath. She struggled to speak. “Luca. Amazing. Oh my God.”
Not giving her any time to recover, Luca roughly grabbed her legs from behind her knees jerking her bottom toward him. Resting her ankles on his shoulders and holding the back of her thighs, his eyes flashed red as he plunged his rock hard cock into her glistening sex.
He grunted in ecstasy; her warm heat tightly fisted around his swollen flesh. She was absolute paradise, accepting all of him into her heat. They locked eyes as he continued to possess every inch of her, pounding into her in a fierce furor.
Samantha tilted her hips upward, craving him deeper still. His eyes burned deep into her soul. In that moment, she knew. She loved Luca. She forced herself to remain silent, afraid she’d cry out the words.
Luca shook her thoughts, as he stopped to release her wrists, catching her attention again. “Samantha, my magnificent, enticing sorceress, from this night forward, we will be together. When I taste of you tonight you will be mine. I will be yours. Do you understand? I need to have your permission. There is no going back.”
“Yes, I’m yours,” she agreed. “Make love to me, Luca.”
He quickly flipped her onto her stomach; sliding his hand under her tummy, he pulled her up so she was on her hands and knees. Reaching his strong hands up her back, he glided them down her spine. With one hand on her waist, his fingers slid down over her bottom. Pressing a finger inside her sex, he teased the wetness up along her puckered rosebud. He felt her tense slightly, but then she rocked back toward him.