Moonlit Crimson

The door opened, he stood there for a moment, enchanted by what he saw. She embodied his deepest desire, to her he was just a job. He took a step back as she walked past him without a word. He couldn't help but turn and admire her as he closed the door. Her emerald dress clung tightly to her curves accentuating the power and beauty of her body. As she walked towards the bed, she stopped and bent down to place her bag onto the floor; he couldn't help but stare as the dress pressed tightly against her supple cheeks, he could feel himself hardening at the thought of what lay ahead. She rose to her feet and turned to him as he began across the room; the moonlight split through the blinds and danced against the almond skin of her naked shoulders and caressed the allure of her cleavage. He was enticed.

As he reached her he was consumed, his arms went around her waist and he pulled her towards him. "I want you now" he growled as he looked into the deep pools of her eyes, she draped her arms over his shoulders and behind his neck as she smiled back at him; she knew this would be easy. Her hands sunk to his waist as he began to creep his own right hand up her thigh towards what he craved. As he closed in to taste her lips her hands crawled inside his underwear and she took a hold of him. Her hands rose and fell against the length of him and a gentle moan escaped his lips as they closed on hers. Millimeters from her lips and suddenly his face contorted and the moan turned to a groan as her grip tightened against his balls. He tried to pull away but her free hand held his waist against her as she squeezed. "You might have paid but don't be mistaken for whose in charge here" she purred into his ear. He looked up at her as he lay helpless in her grasp, he nodded meekly and she released him from her grip. He recoiled a step from her and realised she was as dangerous as she was beautiful. "Clothes now" she ordered. He dropped his trousers and began to remove his shirt. As he exposed himself she could see the tip of him slick with anticipation; his judgement would be clouded by his fervour and this would be all too easy she mused. He stood there naked before her and she beckoned him over with a single curl of her finger. He closed to within a breath of her and again she took him in her hand; her tender skin gently rubbed against his, it trembled as she teased him. "On your knees" she whispered, the cadence of her voice made it clear it wasn't a request and the bite of her lower, crimson lip, teased what she had in mind once he was there. "I kneel for no one" before the sentence had even left his lips he had betrayed his sentiment as her right knee smashed against his crotch. He immediately sunk to his knees hunched over and holding himself. "You're a slow learner" a tinge of disappointment in her silky voice: "I trust you won't need telling a third time?". He looked up at her, the faintest of tears welling in his eyes, his manhood throbbing, a submissive nod followed. "Good" her hands reached up towards the back of her neck where just above it her onyx hair was held tight in place by a silver hairpin with a single stone at it's tip. The sound of a zip followed as the dress began to fall against her body.

As the dress hit the floor he was overcome. She kicked the dress backwards delicately with the heel of her shoe; she enjoyed the height and power her heels gave her, they were the only thing left adorning her body. He gazed up at her and began to consume every inch of her. Her slender but powerful shoulders gave way to her ample, delicate, breasts; his eyes lingered as he pined after the chance to touch them. Her sculpted stomach led to her firm thighs and the allure of what lay between them. She towered over him, the authority of her femininity washed over him, emasculating him; he was entirely her's and she knew it as a menacing grin crept across her lips. She pushed all her fingers through his hair raising his chin. She stepped forward so his face was inches from her thighs, she opened her stance as he looked up at her eager to serve. Her hands tightened against his hair as she pushed him forcefully between her legs and against her groin. Immediately he began to taste her. With every passing moment she could feel herself privy to the pleasure of his lips. He was insatiable as he pressed his tongue deeply against her, his hands clasping her buttocks holding her in tightly. The briefest of moans slipped from her as the sensation grew; as much as she was enjoying toying with him she knew she had to stay focused. She pulled his head back and away from her, he'd done his job, she was ready.

She placed the front of her foot against his shaft and gently pushed against it. She lowered her face towards his as he sneaked a glimpse at her breasts draped before him; she noticed and in that moment decided just how his final moments would look. She kissed him; he was surprised at the force and the passion. Her teeth locked around his lower lip and pulled it away as she withdrew from him. He let out a sharp groan as she began to taste his blood; it thrilled her, it always did. Her foot rose to his chest and her heel pushed him onto his back. He lay there looking up at her, she was intoxicating; she stood over him, her meal laying before her, debilitated by his arousal and her allure. She checked her hair pin remained in place before she stepped over his waist. She lowered herself down, her thighs kissing against the sides of him as her hips hung over his. With her hand she took him inside of her. As he entered his back arched from the floor as he felt her for the first time. She consumed every inch of him and enjoyed every moment of it. His hands lay against her toned, glistening thighs as she began to rise and fall against him. He gazed up at her heaving breasts as she rode him; he had no doubt who was in control. She felt every sinew of him as she climbed and fell against him, the sensation left her wet and wanting more each time. Her nails dug deep into his chest and raked down him as the power of the moment teetered on overcoming her. Sweat slickened her thighs and clung to her breasts as she worked every bit of him. The moonlight amplified her beauty as it brushed her skin, silhouetting her against the dark night. She could hear him losing control. His breathing was becoming more snatched. She could feel him losing control. He tensed and pulsed inside her. She too found herself beginning to moan as the start of her ecstasy began to take hold; it was time. He wanted her breasts, she had known this for some time, his male gaze had betrayed him. His hands had already risen to them moments ago and were grasping against them as he came closer. She grabbed him by the scruff of his hair and pulled him towards her chest. Sweat was dripping from his brow and he was beginning to pant. He took her breast in his mouth and gazed up at her. She could see he was lost in the passion and the grip of her body; she couldn't help but moan as the thought of his obliviousness as to what was about to happen teased her more than he ever could.

She pulled him away and pushed him into her breasts. His groans of pleasure became muffled as she rolled her hips against him, her waist smashing into his. She could feel him more than ever, he was pressed deep inside her, every contour of him pleasuring her. She enjoyed the pulsation of him as he grew closer to the end. She grew closer too and her moans grew louder. He was succumbing to her, her hips continued to elicit every bit of euphoria from him as his body began his final surrender to her's; it was entirely lost on her as to why a man's body, so eager to betray him, was considered superior to her's. He began to claw frantically at her back; she knew it was moments away from being over. She pressed on harder than ever, driving him deep inside her. She pulled his head away, she wanted to look him in the eye. His moans became an endless wave as she felt it begin to happen. His manhood began to tense inside her as it rose from within him. This was her moment, her free hand shot up to her hair. As she pulled her hairpin free her hair collapsed against her back; in the climax of her deadly charade she was more divine than ever. As he let out a final moan she felt him begin to yield inside her. Suddenly he had foregone the last of his masculine power. As his orgasm gripped him she pulled his head back exposing his nape. The hairpin drove deep into his neck. Shock gripped his face as the sweetness of the moment gripped hers. The hairpin was wrenched free and immediately slid into his carotid. As his hands shot to his throat it was too late. His life showered her body. Crimson rained down upon her breasts and weaved it's way down her as he dripped inside her. He looked upon her as he felt himself beginning to fade, the epitome of beauty who had so wholly overwhelmed him with the greatest delight was now a symbol of death. She tossed the hairpin to one side and pushed him onto his back. She pulled his hands from his throat and held them either side of him; he was weakening but one part of him remained strong. Blood lashed against her as she continued to ride. The taste of his life draining away fueled her. Her breasts dripped with blood as they loomed over his face. It wasn't long till it gripped her and her moans gave way to screams. She lowered her face to his and watched his life end as she climaxed. Her panting eased and the heaving of her chest slowed as she leaned over him. Her job was done. She lay a kiss against his cheek, the red of her lipstick branded him with her signature.

She rose from her kill and looked upon him; he was a good fuck but an even sweeter kill she thought. She sat on the edge of the bed and undid her heels before she began to slink towards the bathroom. She paused in front of the window, the light of the full moon enveloped her. The sweetness of her victory suffocated her, she closed her eyes and gently her fingers rose between her legs, she had earned one final, sweet, moment of pure satisfaction. Her eyes opened and she continued for the bathroom; the door closed leaving her bloody scene of betrayal and the empty vessel of male weakness behind her.