Erotic Flash: A Vampire's Seduction (5 page)

Maybe this was a mistake.

He smiled at her, placing a hand on her leg. She shivered at his touch, both from arousal and from the coolness of his hand. It was quite warm in the studio making it odd that the touch of his hand would be so cool.

"You know I think we just need to make you more comfortable,” Victor reached out and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. She closed her eyes and sighed, enjoying the feel of her caress. His fingertips lightly grazed the skin of Sabrina’s neck working their way down her chest, to the buttons on her blouse. He undid another couple of the buttons, leaving one solitary button holding the shirt together. He was so close, she began to remember the need for him that she experienced during her dreams and warmth began gathering between her legs.

She knew she should stop him, but couldn't, she didn't want to. She wanted to feel his hands on her. She enjoyed how he looked at her breasts with lust and appreciation in his eyes.

Under the white shirt was a black lace bra. Victor slowly parted the sides of the blouse to partially exposing her black lace covered breasts. Sabrina noticed that her pussy was getting damper by the second from the anticipation of Victor’s touch. While she couldn't, wouldn't, say it aloud, but she longed for him to expose her breasts fully. To fondle her now rock hard nipples. She silently begged him to do it.

Victor then continued to travel his hand lower, over her stomach and down the outside of her thigh. “Consider what it feels like to have the man you desire's mouth on you. Can you do that?” his hand traveled up her hip, his thumb stroking her inner thigh coming dangerously close to her wetness.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes once more and nodded. If he had wanted to get her aroused it worked. She wanted him - desperately. Minutes before she felt awkward and out of place, now she was a horny, needy mess. Modesty was being overpowered by a deep primal need for him. To have him in her.

"Soon love," the man in her dreams had told her, his voice whispering in the back of her mind.

Victor brought the camera back to eye level, capturing some close-up shots.

Click, click.

“Good, now look the camera straight on, while thinking about how good it feels. How much you want him, touching you, in you,” he coached.

Click, click.

Again, Sabrina nodded opening her eyes and locking her eyes to his, as Victor stood, back up and brought the camera back up to his eye. The camera started to flash again as more pictures were being taken. Sabrina began thinking of the feel of Victor’s hand on her thigh, traveling up under her skirt, his fingers then finding the wetness between her thighs. As she looked at Victor, lust was very much evident in her eyes now.

Click, click.

“That’s very good. You’re doing great. Looking wonderful.”

He stopped taking pictures and climbed up on the bed next to Sabrina. Positioning himself between Sabrina’s legs, he brought the camera back up to his eye and continued taking more photos.

Click, click.

Victor was so close. She looked down and noticed the bulge in his pants. She wanted to reach out and touch it, pull his shaft out of his pants and stroke it. Take him in her mouth. She closed her eyes a moment, attempting to settle the urges within her. It didn't help.

Sabrina's eyes popped back open and she looked every inch of Victor over. Damn, he was sexy. His body was meant for a woman's hands to explore. Something about him made her crave him, long touch him, and have him touch her in return.

Victor smiled a dangerously seductive smile as if he could read Sabrina’s mind, but he continued to take the pictures.

Click, click.

“That’s right. Just let go. The only person that is here to see you is me.”

So, she did. Let go. Perhaps it was the music. The attention. The lust in his eyes. The bulge in his pants that was growing rapidly. She wasn't sure, but didn't care at this point.

Her pussy was throbbing, needing attention. She needed to feel his body on hers, needed it more than she had ever needed anything in her life.

She arched her back, she breasts straining hard against the delicate fabric of the lace bra. He placed her left hand on her leg again and it worked its way up her thigh hiking the skirt up further exposing matching black panties underneath.

He lowered the camera for a moment. His eyes taking in the sight of her nearly exposed sex, her pelvis rotating, waiting for something or someone to relieve the pressure that had built to a near unbearable point. His eyes traveled up further to her breasts, then finally to the wanton look in her eyes.

He reached out and traced a finger lightly down her neck, spurring a moan of pleasure from her. His finger continued its travels until he reached the clasp of her bra, lucky for him it was a front clasp. In one swift movement, he unclasped it. Her breasts bust loose of the restrictive material. Large dark hard nipples highlighted her small firm breasts.

He leaned back on his heels still situated between her legs and raised the camera to his eye again.

Click, click.

In the back of her mind she knew she should be modest, should cover herself up but, damn it, she didn't want to! What she wanted was a hard cock in her. His as a matter of fact, and she was going to have it!

She opened her eyes and stared into his eyes. She could see that for whatever reason he was fighting to hold himself back. She needed to take control and that is what she intended to do. For the first time in her life,
she
was going to take control.

She was tired of being the woman who sits on the sidelines while all the other women got the men. Tired of not getting what she wanted. What she wanted was him and she going to have him!

Her hands reached up and touched his chest through the thin fabric of the shirt he was wearing. Her palms flattened against his chest she felt the hard muscle of his chest and abs flex at her touch. She needed to feel more, wanted to feel his bare skin against hers.

She began to unbutton his shirt, but annoyed at how time consuming it seemed to be she ended up pulling them free. Several buttons went flying across the room.

"You can add the shirt to the bill," she stated savouring the look of his bare hairless chest, her hands caressing and massaging every inch of it. His chest was also somewhat cool to the touch. Odd but at the same time she liked it. Liked the contrast of his cool body to her own heat.

He chuckled softly at her enthusiasm, amusement mixing with hunger in his dark eyes.

Victor leaned over and carefully laid his camera on the floor beside the bed.

He hadn't had a chance to fully straighten up again when she seized hold of his open shirt and pulled him on to her. He supported his weight by his hands placed on either side of her head, to keep from crushing her under his weight. He looked down at her, his eyes wandering to her ripe welcoming lips, painted red.

One of her hands found its way into his hair to the back of his head. She urged his head lower, her lips finding his; locking them in a deep, passionate kiss. His body covered hers, his cock pressing eagerly at the thin lace of her panties, which were already soaked from her prolonged torture. His cock was thick and hard, anxious to take her
.

Ohh God, he's going to feel so good,
she thought.

As their tongues danced, in sweet ecstasy, he slipped a hand between them, finding the clasp to her skirt and undid it. The material fell away leaving only her lace panties and his pants between them. Still too much clothing as far as she was concerned. All inhibitions had passed away from her mind. All that remained was the raw, sexual desire.

Victor sat up again as he undid the clasp on his pants, pulling them down and off, then discarding them on the floor next to the camera. He was going commando. Perfect. Less clothing for her to worry about.

His thumbs caught into the band of her panties and tugged them down over her slim hips. She raised her legs allowing him to slide them all the way off. They were cast aside with his pants.

He lowered his head to her stomach. His tongue flicking over the sensitive area. Her pelvis bucked under him as his tongue trailed its way lower until it reached the top of her neatly trimmed hair that had been shaped to a triangle leading to her pussy. The heat of his breath was making the wait nearly unbearable. It teased and tantalized her wetness.

Her body was writhing under him, needing release.

"I need it now Victor! No more waiting, please!" She begged out, clawing at his shoulders. Urging him to give her the full length of his shaft.

Chapter 5

His cock was so hard it ached he needed release that badly. He needed to feel the warmth of her hot moist depths surround him, but not yet. He had waited this long he could wait just a little while longer.

His fingers separated the lips of her pussy, revealing the hard quivering stub beneath.

As his mouth kissed, sucked, nipped at her clit, his fingers slid into her, stroking her sweet spot. His effort brought about the reaction he was looking for in record time. Her body quivered, her pelvis thrust hard against him and she screamed out his name in ecstasy.

Despite the orgasm, she still felt an intense pressure for release, she still needed him, and the only thing that was going to sooth the ache was his large shaft fucking her. She dug at his shoulders once more, this time more demanding. He was finally going to grant her what she needed.

Spreading her legs wide he settled himself over her, the head of his engrossed shaft nudging her opening. She was so deliciously wet he was able to slip into her with ease.

Again, he teased. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around lower back.

Her nails dug deep into his back as he continued to tease her, giving her just enough of himself to have her clawing at him.

"Please Victor," she begged a second time.

Not being able to stand it anymore himself he thrust hard in her, her warmth taking him in fully, stretching to accommodate his width and girth. He moaned loudly, he was so close already it was embarrassing to him, but he held on. He thrust again, and again, aggressively, each stroke faster and harder than the last. Sweat shimmered over his body.

He bent down and kissed her quickly before moving his mouth to her neck. As he continued to thrust, she continued to cry out, calling his name, demanding more, harder, faster. She met each of his thrusts with her own, his pubic hair enticing her clit with each thrust.

He couldn't control himself a moment longer he needed to taste her, needed it more than he'd ever needed anything. His fangs dropped and they gently pierced the tender flesh of her neck. The blood flowed from her delicate neck, metallic and delicious as it slid past his tongue and down his throat. Good, so good.

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She froze under him for a microsecond. Felt the quick sharp pain, like a needle prick for a quick second before another series of earth-shattering climax's distracted her and brought her mind back to the pleasure. Wave after wave of pure pleasure rushed through her, leaving her light-headed and yearning for me. She'd never felt anything so amazing in her lifetime.

It was only the span of a few thrusts before Victor stopped feeding from her and joined her in the pinnacle of ecstasy. He gave one final thrust into her and groaned, as he lost himself in his own intense release, filling her wanton pussy with his cum. Spent and sated, and panting hard he let himself fall next to her.

He reached out and pulled her into him, and she laid her head in the crook of his arm.

Kissing the top of her head, he ran his fingers through her long silky auburn locks. He felt so good next to her. He was powerful, beautiful and her the moment he was hers.

In the intensity of the moment, they hadn't bothered to fully remove their shirts so she sat up a minute to do the clasp back up on her bra and readjust her blouse. Once done she laid her head back down on his chest. She wasn't going to be naive enough to thing that this was anything more than an opportunity for her to unleash some of her pent up sexual frustrations, but she still wanted to enjoy the moment while it lasted at least.

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Sabrina had already left by the time Victor awoke the next morning. He laughed to himself, first time that happened to him in a good couple of decades. Normally, he was stuck ushering women out before his clients arrived in the morning. He was sure that her leaving in the middle of the night meant she considered him the one nightstand rebound boy. And here he was thinking he had seduced her. Go figure.

"Coy little vixen." Victor muttered, but as his lips curled up forming a little, wicked smile.

Still naked, he walked out of his studio and into his office, he needed his morning blood fix so he could get a better take on the situation. He could always think more clearly after a good drink.

She was different from the rest. She had an innocence that was rare in today's day and age. A purity that he loved. His cock awoke simply by thinking of her. Aside from the asshole she'd been with since she was a teenager, he was the only other man she'd ever had sex with. He liked that idea. Sure it was hypocritical of him to consider how many men she'd been with when considering he'd been with hundreds of women over the centuries, but her inexperience made his having her all the more special to him.

As he thought back to the previous night, it made him smile. She had been so modest and uptight when she arrived at the studio. It drove him insane with lust thinking about how she went from shy and meek to the wild woman who thrashed under him, begging him to give her what she wanted. He imagined if he didn't heal so quickly there would have been long, deep slashes down his back from her nails.

Oh and her blood! He hadn't planned on drinking from her while fucking her, he made it a habit not to, but he couldn't resist. A taste, just a taste is all he took and it was divine.

He could easily become addicted to the taste of her, so he'd never taste from her again though his body desperately yearned for it. This morning after drinking from her, the cold stale blood in the bottle he was holding tasted bland.