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Tawny Taylor Carpe Nocturne 2: Kiss Me, Kill Me - 28 ­
Her arms hung at her sides, her hands balled into tight fists. Her knees felt a little
lose and wobbly. These vampires sure did know how to tease a girl. She both
appreciated that fact and hated it.
He raised his head and met her gaze. “You feel our hunger, don’t you?”
She nodded. There was a burning in her gut. It wasn’t so bad she couldn’t stand
it but it was there. She expected it was a hundred times worse for them.
He grasped her chin and stared into her eyes. She knew what would happen if
she looked deep into the darkness. As expected, her pussy spasmed. Her nipples
hardened. Her breathing grew shallow. Her blood sizzled in her veins.
She wanted him. She wanted him now. Her Master.
She whimpered. A gush of hot juices seeped from her pussy. “Miko.”
“Come. I will take you to my dungeon.” He brushed his mouth over hers, the
brief contact making her lightheaded. More. She wanted a lot more. He was a cruel
Master. A cruel Master in the most delicious way.
He took her hand in his and led her out of the room, down the stairs and into a
well-furnished bondage dungeon. As expected, the room was dimly lit. The walls were
painted a deep red. The furnishings were all constructed of darkly-stained wood,
polished to a rich gloss. Table. Kneeler. Swing. Various other pieces she couldn’t name.
They were both beautiful and intimidating at the same time.
“Do you like to feel powerless, at your Master’s mercy?” he asked, looking at her
as if he knew the answer already.
“Yes, Master.”
He nodded. “Undress.”
“Yes, Master.” Her hands trembling a little, she lifted the nightgown over her
head and handed it to him. Then she stepped out of the matching panties.
Fire in his eyes, he led her to an apparatus that looked like an upright cross
attached to the front end of a narrow bench. There were ropes secured to either side of
the cross. “Sit.” He pointed at the bench. She sat with her back to the cross. “Now lean
back.”