Erotica: BDSM Erotica The Fallen Petals Vampire Shapeshifter Horror (Paranormal Suspense Mystery) by Salem Roth Page B
Authors: Salem Roth
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more than saw, her ire increase with every new warning.
His musing was cut short as Rosa telepathically summoned him to the tower at the south corner of the mansion. Refusal was not an option, although Ian contemplated not going for a full second and a half.
Ian took his time as he plodded up the stairs: a school boy summoned to the principal’s office, wondering what Rosa wanted. When he was outside the door to which he was drawn, he could feel her need and relaxed, the tension in his shoulders melting away. Licking his lips, he entered. Rosa lay on a red crushed velvet divan, a backless sofa, on her back with legs spread invitingly. Ian caught the sweet, acrid scent of her pussy immediately. She radiated rampant carnality…and indifference at the same time. He felt like a peon, a medieval serf, a Spartan helot.
“Do not look so confused, dear Ian. Come pleasure me, you simp. I require release, or have you forgotten how to satiate your maker?”
Ian bowed his head in salute and responded. “I have not forgotten, nor will I ever forget. I serve at your pleasure, your desires, your whims, m’lady.”
“As well you should. Eat my cunt, little boy.”
Ian dropped to his knees before Rosa and ran his hands up and down the inside of her flawless thighs. She mewled her pleasure as Ian applied his tongue to her sex, and licked at her twat as if it was a long lost lover. Relief sighed out of his mouth, right into that pink wetness: He was pleasing his mistress, and this was a better position to be in, than the one he was in only yesterday. He slipped one digit into her pussy as he started to suckle at her swollen clit. Then two. Then three. Opening her vaginal orifice, circling his fingers in ever larger arcs, as he continued his ministrations to her clit. He added his fourth finger, stretching her pussy wide. She rotated her hips as he brought his thumb together against his fingers and forced his hand just past the knuckles. Rosa gasped as Ian spread his fingers inside her sumptuous gash then sucked her clit between his teeth. Wanting Rosa to forgive him his transgressions and feel her love again, he shoved his entire hand up to the wrist into the slick, wet opening. He nipped her clit, eliciting a cry of pain, and rammed his fisted hand deeper. Rosa’s body convulsed as she screamed, “Yes, yes, yes!” and cum flooded around Ian’s forearm, dripping into the crack of her now spasming hole.
Normally, Rosa would reciprocate in some way, and Ian expected it; wanted it. He was sorely disappointed when Rosa simply told him to leave her presence when she was done. Ian felt sadness and used in a way he could not describe. Upon leaving the small room, richly decorated in hues of red, he spied the elusive black monster standing behind the divan with Rosa, a broad, knowing smile on his dark features. Hurt by the withholding of gratification, he turned and left. Ian would block the others from “seeing” his shame and yes, he admitted it, his humiliation. He glanced back before he hit the stairs. ‘Wait, where's the door I just walked out of?’ What the ….
CHAPTER 3: you can chose your friends, but ...
Rosa’s anger grew with each sin committed by her darlings, sowing her discontent until it sat in the pit of her belly like sulfuric acid. Each time, she plucked one of her pack for one of her own pleasure purposes, each occurrence brought a more severe culmination of her twisted mind. Yet punishment did not appear to work.
‘ What to do?’ She mused aloud.
She longed for her family that were turned to ash centuries earlier, in the dank dungeon of a forgotten castle. Forgotten by all but Rosa.
Why could these tyros not understand discretion and act accordingly?
Part of Rosa’s discontent stemmed from the fact that she chose the humans she turned. No one else to blame. She seethed at the old adage: You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family . Fucking pathetic humans were wrong again. On too
His musing was cut short as Rosa telepathically summoned him to the tower at the south corner of the mansion. Refusal was not an option, although Ian contemplated not going for a full second and a half.
Ian took his time as he plodded up the stairs: a school boy summoned to the principal’s office, wondering what Rosa wanted. When he was outside the door to which he was drawn, he could feel her need and relaxed, the tension in his shoulders melting away. Licking his lips, he entered. Rosa lay on a red crushed velvet divan, a backless sofa, on her back with legs spread invitingly. Ian caught the sweet, acrid scent of her pussy immediately. She radiated rampant carnality…and indifference at the same time. He felt like a peon, a medieval serf, a Spartan helot.
“Do not look so confused, dear Ian. Come pleasure me, you simp. I require release, or have you forgotten how to satiate your maker?”
Ian bowed his head in salute and responded. “I have not forgotten, nor will I ever forget. I serve at your pleasure, your desires, your whims, m’lady.”
“As well you should. Eat my cunt, little boy.”
Ian dropped to his knees before Rosa and ran his hands up and down the inside of her flawless thighs. She mewled her pleasure as Ian applied his tongue to her sex, and licked at her twat as if it was a long lost lover. Relief sighed out of his mouth, right into that pink wetness: He was pleasing his mistress, and this was a better position to be in, than the one he was in only yesterday. He slipped one digit into her pussy as he started to suckle at her swollen clit. Then two. Then three. Opening her vaginal orifice, circling his fingers in ever larger arcs, as he continued his ministrations to her clit. He added his fourth finger, stretching her pussy wide. She rotated her hips as he brought his thumb together against his fingers and forced his hand just past the knuckles. Rosa gasped as Ian spread his fingers inside her sumptuous gash then sucked her clit between his teeth. Wanting Rosa to forgive him his transgressions and feel her love again, he shoved his entire hand up to the wrist into the slick, wet opening. He nipped her clit, eliciting a cry of pain, and rammed his fisted hand deeper. Rosa’s body convulsed as she screamed, “Yes, yes, yes!” and cum flooded around Ian’s forearm, dripping into the crack of her now spasming hole.
Normally, Rosa would reciprocate in some way, and Ian expected it; wanted it. He was sorely disappointed when Rosa simply told him to leave her presence when she was done. Ian felt sadness and used in a way he could not describe. Upon leaving the small room, richly decorated in hues of red, he spied the elusive black monster standing behind the divan with Rosa, a broad, knowing smile on his dark features. Hurt by the withholding of gratification, he turned and left. Ian would block the others from “seeing” his shame and yes, he admitted it, his humiliation. He glanced back before he hit the stairs. ‘Wait, where's the door I just walked out of?’ What the ….
CHAPTER 3: you can chose your friends, but ...
Rosa’s anger grew with each sin committed by her darlings, sowing her discontent until it sat in the pit of her belly like sulfuric acid. Each time, she plucked one of her pack for one of her own pleasure purposes, each occurrence brought a more severe culmination of her twisted mind. Yet punishment did not appear to work.
‘ What to do?’ She mused aloud.
She longed for her family that were turned to ash centuries earlier, in the dank dungeon of a forgotten castle. Forgotten by all but Rosa.
Why could these tyros not understand discretion and act accordingly?
Part of Rosa’s discontent stemmed from the fact that she chose the humans she turned. No one else to blame. She seethed at the old adage: You can choose your friends, but you can’t choose your family . Fucking pathetic humans were wrong again. On too
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