Page 15 of Sanguineous Fiend
I adopt myMistressattitude and ask the question that has been swirling in my thoughts since she stepped into this very room. My world tilting on its axis as she swayed those sexy as fuck hips toward me.
She turns toward me and stands up before stepping closer to me. She grips my crossed legs and spreads them wider so she can step between them. When she leans closer to me, my lungs stop working and I freeze in place.
“That can be arranged. My name is Scarlett. What’s yours?”
“Pheobe.”
“Do you have a room here?” she asks me slowly.
I shake my head no. “Wasn’t planning on staying the night.”
“That’s okay. I have a room upstairs. How about we finish up our drinks and then retire for tonight?”
I nod and lick my lips before gripping her waist in my hands and leaning into her slowly so my mouth is pressed against the shell of her ear so only she can hear me.
“Fuck, you are going to be the end of me, aren’t you, Scarlett?”
“We will see now, won’t we?”
Scarlett. That name alone makes my clit throb. Visions of her covered in blood as I fuck her and she fucks me fill my mind. That deep red dress she’s wearing reminds me of my favorite crimson liquid and the thought makes me want to fucking cum right here and now.
I pick up my glass and down the rest of its contents before pushing her back away from me slightly and standing up next to her. Even with my heels, she is much taller than I am. I’m okay with that, but fuck if I don’t want to get on my knees right here and fucking eat her pussy just because I can.
Instead, I grab her around the waist and lead her from the area with confidence and desperation. I want to fuck this woman more than anyone I’ve ever been with. If that means that I blow my little murder plots to hell, then so be it. She’s mine and I won’t have it any other way tonight.
I will fuck the beautiful Scarlett repeatedly until the sun is high in the sky and my body crashes. Because this woman has taken something from me and I’m not sure I want to take it back.
We enter her room and I look around at the messy suite that has clothes strewn all over the main room and then there is another room to the right with the bed and a small kitchen on the other side of the suite. She’s got money or someone is bank rolling this room. I don’t know which and don’t really fucking care right now.
She walks further into the suite and I follow a little slower. I want so badly to make her crawl for me. To make her beg for me. Instead, I step into her back and circle her waist with my arms.
She kicks off her heels, and it lowers her a good three inches, making her now only slightly taller than me thanks to my heels. My thoughts swirl with desire as I release her and lower herzipper. The only thing holding the fabric in place is how tight it is on her body.
Her thick dark hair trails down to her mid back and looks gorgeous against her skin. The little beach wave curls she has gives her the perfect elegance factor that this place deserves.
I release the fabric so slowly from around her and then push it off her shoulders and down her body. It slides to pool at her feet. Her black lace bra and her matching panties are the only thing left on. So I unclip the bra and then push the straps to make them fall off her arms and it drops to land beside her dress.
I reach around to grip both of her full breasts in my hands and play with those pert nipples. So perfect. Beautiful. I take my time to explore them as I kiss along her back. My lips slipping over her shoulders. She leans into me a little more while I play with her and tease her into a perfect puddle against my body.
She would do anything for me right now. Begging me wouldn’t be enough to stop what’s about to happen. I urge her forward toward the bedroom and we enter in silence. I push her down so she drops to her knees. She does so without a single complaint. Such a good girl she is.
I reach for my zipper before removing my dress and watching as it lands at my feet, much like Scarlett currently is. A puddle of beauty that is waiting for my attention. I fucking need her so badly.
I touch along her shoulders and then run a fingernail along her neck as I step in front of her. Our eyes meet and she licks her lips. I sit on the edge of the bed. The footboard serves me as I lift one heeled foot and open my legs wide for her. Her eyes trail down my body until she stares right at my pussy.
I’m practically dripping for her to touch me. I lift her head with one nailed finger, and she drags her gaze away from my core and towards my face.
“What a good girl you are. What would you do for your Mistress?”
“Anything,” she responds breathlessly.
“Good girl.” She shivers. “Come taste your dinner.”
I release her chin and she dives right between my legs. I stare down at her as she licks up my slit and then uses her fingers to open me up for her to enter my pussy with her tongue. She swirls and licks like she is a starving kitten.
“That’s it, kitten. Such a good girl for me.”
I let my hand slip into her dark hair and I grip it tightly as I hold her right where I want her. My mind spins into thoughts of need and bloodlust. I can envision the very situation with her. Her between my legs such as this but bloody sheets and both of our bodies coated in crimson liquid.
