Let's Play a Game

9 - Vampire's Kiss

Vampire's Kiss

1 oz black cherry vodka

½ oz grenadine

5 oz coca cola

Serve over ice. Garnish with 2 cherries

I arrived at Sir's apartment on Thursday, just a few minutes before 10pm, patiently waiting for my phone to tell me the right time. When the numbers changed, I pulled my blindfold down over my eyes, put my phone in my pocket, and knocked twice loudly on the door.

A few moments passed, then a few more. Maybe a half a minute, or two or three? I listened to the sounds around me as I waited, the children running around downstairs, doors slamming, loud voices shouting—

And then the door unlocked and slowly opened. My breath caught in my throat and my stomach clenched in excitement. I could smell a delicate, floral scent coming from the apartment. His hand was on my shoulder, and then trailing down my arm and took my hand, and I relished the feeling of his rough fingers scraping against my skin and wrapping my small hand into his larger, stronger ones. I could feel the callouses on his hands catching on my skin.

He silently led me forwards, and navigated me through unfamiliar territory, and then the floral scent intensified. A door shut. We were in a room, probably a bedroom, and there were definitely candles lit.

Slowly, tenderly, he undressed me. I'd worn a sweater and a pair of jeans and some snow boots, as it had gotten horribly cold. He set me against the bed so I could sit, and he unlaced my boots, gently pulling my shoes off, and then my socks, massaging my feet just a little afterwards. Come on, I thought, yank them off and fuck me. I know you want to. But I didn't say it. That was the game.

He pulled my pants off, then let out a chuckle at my festive lacy panties that I'd worn just for him. He kissed my hips and my mound through my underwear, his finger gently tracing the anchor on my hip as he pulled them down too. Then he kissed his way up my body, lifting my shirt as he went, and unhooking my bra, letting it fall to the ground.

Then he took off my blindfold.

When I realized what he was doing, I gasped and squinted my eyes shut. "What a good girl," he whispered, and kissed me deeply. God the man could kiss. Firm enough to make me gasp, soft enough to leave me aching for that rough, hungry intensity that I craved.

He gently used his hands to coax me up onto the bed, and he set me the way he wanted me. On my back, legs spread just wide enough, hands above my head. He trailed a finger down from my chin, down my tummy, and right above my clit, and then pulled back. I sighed, fighting to keep my eyes closed.

"So here's what's going to happen today, pretty girl." He said softly, just quiet enough to hear him. I heard the rustling of fabric but I couldn't place it. "I'm going to tease the hell out of you today. I'm going to let you come, but not until I say so." I grinned and nodded my head, embarrassed at how excited I was. My whole body was tingling in anticipation. He continued. "You're going to keep those pretty eyes closed, but you're going to open them when I say so. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sir!" It came out way too excited. He was going to let me open my eyes? Would he let me see him? Probably not, but oh I wished I could.

More rustling. What was he doing? Then he climbed onto the bed with me and I felt his hands on my breasts, and a leg was thrown over me, and he was straddling me, and I could feel his skin on mine. Fuck, he'd taken his clothes off. He was naked on top of me. "Oh god," I whimpered, squeezing my eyes shut. I can do this. Keep them shut. Fuck please keep them shut.