Page 11 of Rescued By the Vampire Rogue

Ireveled in the vision of her bent over my knee, the curve of her body tempting me with its soft resilience. Running a free hand over her shapely ass, I savored the feel of it through the flimsy fabric of her clothing. She cursed at me, a string of names that might have offended me had they not come from her lips. If it was anyone else, I would have ripped their heart out before they finished.

"Release me, or I swear?—"

"Empty threats, my little mouse," I chuckled, cutting her off and finding myself quite amused by her fiery spirit. "Your defiance only makes this more enjoyable."

"Don't you fucking dare," she spat, the venom in her voice clashing with the blush that I was certain bloomed on her cheeks.

The urge to see that blush spread was irresistible. My hand came down upon her clothed backside, the slap echoing in the room, her shriek following immediately after. Rather than cowering, she fought harder, thrashing against the hold I had on her.

The sound of her outrage was music to my ears, and I laughed harder, feeling the dark beast within stir with approval. Before she could squirm away, I snatched her flailing legs, securing them beneath my left thigh, hooking them so she was truly at my mercy.

"Admit your attraction to me, Ivy, and all this ends," I spoke against her ear, my voice low and seductive even as my hand met her ass again in another firm spank.

Instead of acquiescing, she lashed out with more threats. Her determination was admirable, but it would take more than harsh words to escape the lesson I intended to teach her tonight.

I extended the offer once more, my fingers tracing the edge of her waistband with deliberate slowness. She fought beneath me, a tigress spewing every insult in her arsenal, each one more colorful than the last. Unhurried, I savored the moment, inching her pants down to bare her knees. My caresses became more intimate through the thin fabric of her panties, eliciting softer mutterings from her. Her fire dampened but not extinguished. It only proved my point.

"Has all this attention made you wetter, Ivy?" The words came out as an amused murmur, as my fingers trailed between her thighs. The fabric was wet to the touch.

"Your wishful thinking," she snapped back at me, though her breath hitched as I spanked her again. Not in the slightest. I could smell her heady desire.

"Such spirit," I admonished softly, "but ill-advised when laid bare and vulnerable across my knee."

Her retort was swift, biting. "Maybe if you weren't such an asshole all the time, you'd have friends."

The cheekiness of it made me chuckle, even as another spank drew a shriek from her lips, quickly melting into a moan that betrayed her true feelings. "Say it, Ivy. Admit what you feel," I commanded, but silence was her stubborn reply. My hand descended once more, striking closer to the tender flesh of her thigh. Her curse was a whisper, her struggles fading to mere twitches.

I trailed a finger along the elastic edge of her panties, teasing the sensitive skin beneath. "You're even wetter than before," I observed with a low chuckle, feeling the dampness against my fingertips.

"Fuck you," she tried to spit out, but her voice wavered as I circled her clit through the thin fabric. My touch was light, barely there, yet it drew a shuddering breath from her.

"What was that?" I leaned in closer, my lips grazing her ear. "I didn't quite catch your words."

Her body tensed, awaiting another spank, but when none came, her defiance crumbled. "Please..." she murmured, so faint I almost missed it.

The single word was an intoxicating mix of reluctance and need. Without warning, I yanked down her panties and delivered another sharp spank directly on her now-bare flesh. The sound echoed in the room, mingling with her cry of surprise. My hand lingered, soothing the pink imprint it left behind with a gentle caress.

"You know what's required of you."

Silence was her response.

The rhythm of my hand grew consistent, each smack sending waves of heat across her reddening skin. Her moans crescendoed, filling the space between us with the raw sound of her pleasure-pain.

"Please!" She finally broke, the word bursting forth like a dam giving way under pressure.

I stilled, my hand hovering in mid-air. "What is it you want, Ivy?"

"Please... I want to come."

"And how do you propose to achieve that?" I asked, already knowing the answer I sought.

"Your cock," she breathed out, "I need to feel you inside me."

"Fucking finally," I said with satisfaction, allowing her to slide off my lap. She wasted no time shedding her clothes, while I undid my belt, my pants pooling around my ankles with a swift tug. The sight of her laid bare for me, by her own volition, was a vision of pure carnal invitation.

She moved to straddle me and I spun her around, a smirk playing on my lips. There was no better sight than her ass as she leaned down to reach for me between her thighs. The warmth of her hand against my cock was an exquisite sensation, one that became even more intoxicating as she guided herself onto me. The feeling of being fully seated within her sent shivers up my spine. Leaning back, I savored the view of her atop me, her movements hesitant at first but quickly gaining confidence.

"Ride me," I whispered, my voice low and commanding.

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