Page 70 of House of Crimson Kisses
“I want it,” I say and arch up, adding a little pressure to the plug. It slips a little further inside. Then she pulls it out.
“Tell me how much you want it,” Octavia says.
“I want it. Please. I want you to use me like I’m your little fuck toy.”
That makes her smile.
“That’s right, Red. I’m going to fill all of your holes, and then I’m going to ride your face and make you swallow all my come. Because that’s what blood sluts that keep secrets are good for.”
She pushes the plug in harder this time. There’s a moment of resistance and then the strangest sensation as I draw it inside. It feels divine, filthy, wrong. It tingles, I’m too aware of its presence.
She walks around the bar, pours herself a Sangui Cupa, then she returns and pulls a strap-on out along with a harness. She undresses, her pierced nipples already erect as she pulls her bra off. Her legs slide into the harness and after she’s done strapping in, she takes a swig from the tumbler.
Then she leans over and pours the rest over my cunt. I gasp as the cold liquid slips over my folds and dribbles around the plug. She lunges for me, lapping the drink up instead of lapping at me. It drives me wild, her tongue always skirting around my clit but never quite touching it.
“Octavia,” I scream, “Please.”
“Do you want to tell me where you were today?”
“NO,” I cry.
“Then I think I’ll continue as I am.” She resumes lapping, though this time every third or fourth lick strokes the edge of my clit. Her fingers find my core, teasing the entrance. A bead of sweat forms on my brow. I’m still hungry, desperate for more blood. Desperate to come. But she gives me neither.
She slides her fingers inside my pussy, thrusting hard and deep. Her mouth descends to my clit, and fuck, I’m so sensitive. Every lick and thrust sends pulses of pleasure radiating around my body. I buck against the wrist cuffs, but all it does is make noise. I’m going nowhere. My legs heat where the ropes bind me.
My pussy tightens. Her knuckles knock against the plug in my arse and with every brush and movement, I’m certain I’m going to explode. My nipples are on fire, my skin alive with tingles and sensations. I float to the precipice of orgasm. Just need one. More. Lick.
She removes her mouth.
I scream in frustration. My cunt instantly cooling where before it was throbbing with delicious heat.
“Fuck YOU,” I cry.
Octavia grins. It’s wild, like midnight storms. She’s getting high off of the control. Her tongue swipes around her fangs. She pulls a chair across and kneels on it, aligning the strap-on with my core. She notches the dildo at my entrance and teases my wet hole.
I bounce my back on the bar, desperate. For anything. Ready to beg. To get on my knees, to confess. But she doesn’t give me a chance. She thrusts the cock into me. Over and over, she drives the cock into me. My tits bounce and rock with the movement until Octavia leans down and pinches one.
“Fuck,” I moan as a climax rises again. As soon as she senses I’m close, she pulls out.
“Please, Octavia. I can’t take it anymore.”
She picks up the same knife she used to slice my clothes and cuts me out of the rope binding my legs. But she doesn’t release my hands. Instead, she removes the strap-on and digs a different one out of the bag. This has little ears that, as she slides the shaft inside me, tickles my clit. She hits some buttons, and it bursts to life, sending waves of pleasure through my entire pussy.
“Octavia,” I scream.
But she ignores me, instead climbing onto the bar herself and kneeling either side of my cheeks. She lowers her pussy to my mouth. No instruction needed. I ravage her because I am starved. The need for blood is incomprehensible. She rubs her pussy over my mouth, grinding my head into the bar. Her fingers thread through my hair, gripping and tugging as she rams herself into me.
Her moans fill the bar. She’s getting off on riding me, and by the way my cunt is clenching around this vibrator, so am I.
Finally, she inches up and I gasp for air. “Do you like being used as my personal fuck toy?”
“Yes. But if you don’t feed me your blood soon, I’m going to pass out and then your little fuck toy won’t be awake to play.”
“So drink,” she says and unclasps the handcuffs at last. I rub my wrists as she flips herself over. She yanks the vibrator out of me, letting it clatter to the floor. Then she presses her body against me and sinks her fangs into my groin.
A blinding white light flashes across my vision. When it clears, the pulling of hot threads of blood leaving my body rush through me. Octavia slides her fingers into my pussy, she’s gentle at first, then as the fervour of her drinking increases, her fingers pump harder.
Oh, fuck me. Every inch, every cell of my body is vibrating with an explosive tingle.
