Dakarai merely looked at it with little interest.
“I’m listening,” Dakarai said.
He couldn’t help but think about Mary. Maurice didn’t deserve her. The way she looked in her work uniform. Her cute, slender figure with all the right curves. Could he do it? Could he hand her over to Maurice like a piece of property? When he was with Mary he didn’t think about Salihah, or anyone else for that matter.
“Have you gotten close to Mary yet?”
“We have become friends. She seems lonely. It wasn’t hard.”
“Keep it up. See if you can get her to talk about me. I want you to plant the possibility of giving me another chance. And when she looks like she might be agreeable, I will make my move and she will be mine.”
Chapter 11
(Sally’s Past)
E bo kissed Sally, his Salihah. She moaned against him as her fangs extended. Sally opened her mouth, licking her fangs. She wanted him and it had been a long time since she truly wanted a man. She hadn't been celibate by any means, but sex for her was mostly a past time, something to do after a feeding.
They were both naked on the bed. Sally looked at Ebo now fully naked and his cock erect and ready and Ebo tilted his neck as an invitation. He wanted her to drink from him, to make him part of her just like before. Her scent flooded his senses. He couldn't help but take it all in. It was so familiar—the scent of home, of Egypt. She straddled him, licked the crook of his neck, and kissed the spot just before her fangs sank into his skin. She drank from him, his sweet blood pouring down her throat. It was different than before. Now he was a vampire, but his taste was still very familiar. She allowed his blood to fill her mouth. When she had her fill, she licked the wound, sealing it. Her teeth were tinted with his blood. Ebo couldn’t believe how turned on that made him. Ebo smiled at her with his dark, bedroom eyes. His expression started to change, and Sally could tell he was thinking about something. She hoped he wasn't changing his mind. “I can tell you are thinking, my young Ebo. Tell me what's wrong.”
“Salihah, I want you tonight, but I need it to be my way. If you don’t want this, I'll understand.
“What exactly are we talking about?”
“I like my women submissive; I want to dominate you. It would bring me great pleasure. I can’t have it any other way.”
“Like whips and chains?” she asked, unsure what it involved. She had no experience with that sort of thing. Usually, she called the shots. Letting a man be the one in charge never entered her mind.
“I would be in charge, but I won’t do anything that scares you or that you don’t like. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”
Sally swallowed hard. The idea of bending to the will of a man was just so foreign and unknown to her. Once she was turned and realized the power she had, she never let a man have the upper hand. “I will try. I can’t guarantee I will like it, but I will do as you say and see where it takes us,” Sally said to him with a gleam in her eyes.
Ebo kissed her long and hard, before getting up from the bed and walking over to her closet. He found what he was looking for—several floral silk scarves—as Sally waited patiently, curious to see what Ebo was doing.
Ebo approached with the scarves. She could smell his exotic cologne as he leaned over and tied one around her head. Sally could no longer see; all was black. She anticipated his next move as he took her hand and she felt his soft kiss before she felt him tie her up, one hand at a time.
Sally was now exposed; completely at his will. She waited—her lack of sight putting all her senses on high alert. Sally couldn't see Ebo, but she could feel his breath on her neck as he hovered above her.
Ebo kissed her deeply. She wanted to move into him but she was tied up, preventing much movement. Ebo kissed his way to the crook of her neck and licked the sweet delicious spot. His fangs scraped against her skin,
“I’m listening,” Dakarai said.
He couldn’t help but think about Mary. Maurice didn’t deserve her. The way she looked in her work uniform. Her cute, slender figure with all the right curves. Could he do it? Could he hand her over to Maurice like a piece of property? When he was with Mary he didn’t think about Salihah, or anyone else for that matter.
“Have you gotten close to Mary yet?”
“We have become friends. She seems lonely. It wasn’t hard.”
“Keep it up. See if you can get her to talk about me. I want you to plant the possibility of giving me another chance. And when she looks like she might be agreeable, I will make my move and she will be mine.”
Chapter 11
(Sally’s Past)
E bo kissed Sally, his Salihah. She moaned against him as her fangs extended. Sally opened her mouth, licking her fangs. She wanted him and it had been a long time since she truly wanted a man. She hadn't been celibate by any means, but sex for her was mostly a past time, something to do after a feeding.
They were both naked on the bed. Sally looked at Ebo now fully naked and his cock erect and ready and Ebo tilted his neck as an invitation. He wanted her to drink from him, to make him part of her just like before. Her scent flooded his senses. He couldn't help but take it all in. It was so familiar—the scent of home, of Egypt. She straddled him, licked the crook of his neck, and kissed the spot just before her fangs sank into his skin. She drank from him, his sweet blood pouring down her throat. It was different than before. Now he was a vampire, but his taste was still very familiar. She allowed his blood to fill her mouth. When she had her fill, she licked the wound, sealing it. Her teeth were tinted with his blood. Ebo couldn’t believe how turned on that made him. Ebo smiled at her with his dark, bedroom eyes. His expression started to change, and Sally could tell he was thinking about something. She hoped he wasn't changing his mind. “I can tell you are thinking, my young Ebo. Tell me what's wrong.”
“Salihah, I want you tonight, but I need it to be my way. If you don’t want this, I'll understand.
“What exactly are we talking about?”
“I like my women submissive; I want to dominate you. It would bring me great pleasure. I can’t have it any other way.”
“Like whips and chains?” she asked, unsure what it involved. She had no experience with that sort of thing. Usually, she called the shots. Letting a man be the one in charge never entered her mind.
“I would be in charge, but I won’t do anything that scares you or that you don’t like. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us.”
Sally swallowed hard. The idea of bending to the will of a man was just so foreign and unknown to her. Once she was turned and realized the power she had, she never let a man have the upper hand. “I will try. I can’t guarantee I will like it, but I will do as you say and see where it takes us,” Sally said to him with a gleam in her eyes.
Ebo kissed her long and hard, before getting up from the bed and walking over to her closet. He found what he was looking for—several floral silk scarves—as Sally waited patiently, curious to see what Ebo was doing.
Ebo approached with the scarves. She could smell his exotic cologne as he leaned over and tied one around her head. Sally could no longer see; all was black. She anticipated his next move as he took her hand and she felt his soft kiss before she felt him tie her up, one hand at a time.
Sally was now exposed; completely at his will. She waited—her lack of sight putting all her senses on high alert. Sally couldn't see Ebo, but she could feel his breath on her neck as he hovered above her.
Ebo kissed her deeply. She wanted to move into him but she was tied up, preventing much movement. Ebo kissed his way to the crook of her neck and licked the sweet delicious spot. His fangs scraped against her skin,
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