Vampire Food 08: He Smelled Like Peach Pie by Kat Barrett Page B

upon her shoulders was soft, but noticeably more biting than the one before. Em felt a soft strike upon her ass that then loudly snapped against the stone. It was so close to her feet that she felt the breeze it created upon her bare toes.
    Salt had never hit the soles of her feet, but the way her legs were extended it would be extremely easy to do so. Her feet were the one very sensitive spot on her body and it would hurt like hell.
    She jerked as he hit her ass again, harder than before, the skin burning mildly. The assault began in Salt’s true form, the whip moving faster, lacing across her back, her ass, her shoulders. He was gaining momentum, speed and pressure building in a waterfall cascade of blows that brought her flesh to a high burn. Em began to wonder if he was breaking the now tenderized skin, each touch causing her to jar and swing against the restraints. It was overwhelming, encompassing her body and mind and sending her into an oblivion of sensation. Her eyes were closed, but she could hear him moving around her, lusty grunts of enjoyment echoing from his throat.
    The thick handle of the whip coursed over the splayed opening of her cunt and Em cried out. It was a reminder that her pussy was a glutton for this kind of punishment. It felt so good that when he then stroked it with his cool fingers, they felt like ice upon her cunt. Salt cupped the mound of her pussy with his hand, a single finger shivering over the swollen muscle of her clit. It sent her cunt into spasms of expectation, her climax far closer than she realized. Then there was nothing. Em waited to see what he might do next. Would he lower her down and fuck her, take her with his mouth, or…Em opened her eyes. Salt was sitting on the lounger watching her with an expression of torment written all over his beautiful, boyish face. His hair was shaggy from the exertion, the muscles of his arms sculptured from the primal use of them. Crossing his bare feet, he put the whip back around his shoulders and began to stroke his erect cock. “Problem?”
    Em was dizzy, her pussy throbbing endlessly as it waited for more input. “I was just wondering why you had stopped. That felt amazing.” It was a ploy to get him to continue without begging him for more.
    “I prove my point. You are a crafty little bitch.”
    Point taken.
    “I actually plan to sit here and let you heal completely. Then maybe I will get up and start again. I’m also contemplating how to change your position. I’ll be with you shortly.” Flipping his body to the side, he laid out full on the lounger. His hand slid effortlessly over his beautiful cock, stroking it, and coercing it with a tight fist. Em watched him in growing dismay. Did he really intend to bring himself to completion in front of her?
    Salt arched his back against the lounger, grunting as he gritted his teeth. The light pink fluid of their lives spurted from the tip like an evil fountain of disappointment. Em was stunned.
    The grin on his face was filled with sarcasm as he raised his eyebrows to her. What had happened to him during the time that he was with Mia that he felt the need to torture her as such?
    Slowly pushing himself to his feet, Salt walked over to the innocent-looking wooden cabinet that was against the wall. He pulled it open. Taking a cloth from the clip, he carefully wiped off the bullwhip and hung it back up. Was he honestly done with her? If he left her shackled, she would snap the damn things and take care of her aching pussy herself. It was not what she wanted to do. It had been so long since she had enjoyed the pleasure of Salt’s body and the fact that he was now denying her was infuriating.
    He examined the contents of the box, tilting his head from side to side as if in contemplation. She wanted to kick his skinny little ass. The fluid in her body was coursing fasting, rushing to all the areas that still needed to be healed. It was an odd sensation, almost like a heartbeat as it slowed and