BLOOD and Revenge

Chapter 5: Giving In

"Is it really you Master?" I asked. He responded by putting one of his strong arms around my waist, his hand resting right above my pants, as if he could feel my empty womb.

He moved my sweat shirt up and put his hand on my navel, his cold palm seeming to warm my skin. His gentle lips and tesing fingers drew out the lust I usually kept hidden.

"I will let you control your own body if you don't open your eyes and you don't face me." Master knew what I wanted and through the bond we share, I could almost tell what he wanted from me.

"I promise Master," I said. As if he hadn't been controling my body, I arched up into his hand and drew my head back. Master was here with me, behind me. And I was here, a pathetic underling almost begging for a release.

"You are not pathetic Janine," he whispered menacingly in my ear. It took all of my control not to whimper. He pulled my body back to his, our bodies seperated by clothing.

Normally after biting humans and turning them into vampires, the masters run off and look for other victims. Master told me that the only reason he stays near me is because I never fail to entertain him.

Right now though, I wan't thinking of that.

"Sorry Master," I said aloud. His lips grazed my jaw and I felt myself give into his body. My body wouldn't move while his hands were on it. So I struggled to take in air as his hand on my navel undid my pants.

His other arm had snaked under me and under my shirt. Since I don't like push-up bras much, I just wear size smaller sports bras that holds everything in and shows my breast off at the same time.

His hand down on my abdomen found its way into my underwear as his other hand slid up into my bra.

Up at my neck, he began to lick right over the largest vein, preparing it for his fangs. I pulled my head even further back and softly thrust into the promise of his hands.

"Patience my Janine," he spoke against my neck. His hand in my pants rubbed almost too gently over the most sensative nerve there. I fasped and my body slid against my back. My hands were holding me against him and on him, holding me to his body.

My left hand was on his hip behind me and my right arm was strait out in the grain, grasping tightly and turning the hay into little tiny pieces. His hand on my breast was cupping the one closest to the ground and his hand down below was making me amusingly wet. His fangs grazed over my skin in a test that was almost painful.

Then, all at once, he paused. The only sound was my fast breathing and his soft intake of oxygen. Down below, his hand slowly moved to my entrance and waited. On my chest, his fingers positioned themselves on either side of the little nub he had created but didn't do anything.

The reason why he was doing all of this is when a vampire bites one of their creations, it only hurts for a moment before the endorphins kick in and makes the vampire and underling almost intimate. Master knows that once he bites into me that he won't be able to stop until I reach my peak and he reaches his.

"You smell soo good," he whispered. My fangs enlongated and I suddenly wanted his blood too.

After waiting for such a long time, his fangs painfully entered my skin and vein. Two of his fingers sank into me deeply and his fingers that had surrounded a nipple began to twist and pull furiously.

I cried out at Master's fangs and pushed my neck even further towards his sharp fangs that buried themselves deeper into my neck. While he sucked furiously, his fingers in me forced my insides to move and let him in. I moved one of my legs that was in the way of his hand, giving him more room to thrust his fingers into me.

My neck was on fire and all I could think about was Master's fangs and blood. As I gasped and moaned with his fingers, he groaned and shoved his fingers inside me faster like his drinking. I could taste the blood in my mouth that I had only once in my creation. And that was when Master gave me his blood.

My body was always his to command but he knew that even thought I had control I wasn't really the one who was pulling the strings anymore.