Realm of the Rogues

Chapter LVII

Dom looks over at the lady, who now hurries out of the rooms with a big smile and wave, then over at the young girls, who squirm under his heavy stare. I notice the shift from confusion to hunger in him, as he now leans forward in his seat towards them. My eyes dart between him and the girls, who rub up against each other on the not wide enough couch. Even though they initially seemed scared, they now look more intimidated in the more positive sense of the word, as if they are in some way looking forward to becoming his next meal.

I clear my throat, not in the slightest interested in Dom feeding off of some bimbo he doesn't know. That seems way too intimate. Dom almost has to peel his eyes away from the girls and over to me. I debate with myself whether to try and seduce him into drinking from me instead or if I should threaten him into not drinking from them. I decide that the former would be more beneficial to all involved parties.

I lean back and roll my shoulders backward, making my breasts poke out more, as I lower my chin to look at him with a heated look through my eyelashes. As Dom's gaze intensifies on me, I then tilt my head to the side and pull my hair away from my shoulder and onto my back, exposing the spot he already has bitten into twice now. I feel a shiver of desire through my body as Dom seems to wet his lips out of instinct, and then pulls down the pants in his crotch area, leading me to think of what hides underneath.

"Leave," Dom commands with more authority in his voice than I have ever heard before, without even taking his eyes off me. I keep my eyes on his as well, as I hear the girls hurry up from the sofa and a door closing behind them. At that moment Dom is over me with one of his legs planted between my legs, a hand on the backrest behind me, and the other around my neck, with one thumb on my cheek. 

I lean my head into his hand, exposing my neck further, and Dom's eyes wander from my eyes and mouth down to the newly re-acquired bitemark there. His eyes then go back to my lips as he slowly lowers and takes my mouth in his. We exchange a heated and hungry kiss, leaving no time for foreplay and going straight for each other's tongues. I feel how Dom's leg pushes up further between my legs, and I spread them to give him access. 

I then moan into his mouth as his knee settles firmly at the place that connects my legs, and I can't help but move a bit against it, feeling the nice pressure against the heat building there. Dom then pulls away from my lips, now with a feral look in his eyes, and I notice his teeth starting to bulge through the haze of my desire. 

"Tell me when to stop," he commands in a low and raspy voice, that sends a chill through me, making the peaks of my breasts harden beneath the sweatshirt. I barely nod once, before he plunges down into my trap-muscle. I buck and moan under the sharp pain, which in turn makes me move hard against his knee, letting the pleasure override the pain. 

I put my hand up to the back of his neck, before moving it up and gripping onto the small hairs at the base of his head. I bite down hard on my other hand, holding back a moan as I feel the oddly compelling feeling of Dom sucking my blood. As he does, his body loses some of the stiff control I didn't even notice he had, until it disappears. He moves his hand from my cheek and down to my waist, where he squeezes me tightly. I arch my back, wanting him to move his hand to my breast instead.

In one quick motion, Dom grasps his other hand to my waist as well, before he for just a moment lets go with his teeth, in order to lift me up and flip me around, so he now sits on the sofa with me straddling on top of him. Then his teeth are down in me again and I grind against the hardness I feel under his pants. One of his hands slides up my back to rest between my shoulder blades, while the other slides under my shirt and up my belly and grasps my breast in one handful. This time I can't hold back my moan, as I once again slide up and down his lap, itching to feel more of him. Be closer to him.

He pinches around my nipple with two fingers and starts to tease it with small rubbing motions. I feel my pulse all the way down to my most sensitive area, and I'm seconds away from ripping through both of our clothes, just to fulfill the incredible need to have him inside of me and touch the itching spots that only his body part could satisfy.

I feel my fingertips start to simmer and buzz, and I wonder if it's desire or the lack of blood. Then I feel my head becoming heavy and dull, and I know. I don't want this to stop, however, not just yet. It feels too good, and I need more. I also know, however, that there won't ever be more, if I don't stop him now. I put both of my hands on his shoulders and close my eyes, I begin to feel tired.

"I'm getting dizzy," I say in not as powerful a voice as I would have anticipated - or maybe my hearing is just muffled. After a second, I feel Dom let go of me and then put a napkin up to my wound. My entire body now feels like it is vibrating, like when you finally let blood flow to your leg after you have sat in a way that has cut its blood supply. 

Dom lifts me off of him and places me gently down on the sofa, propping a pillow under my head. I open my eyes slightly and see him scramble around for something, before returning with a blanket, that he folds out over my body, tugging the ends under my body. I feel like a mummy and smile at the thought. He then puts two fingers up to my neck and presses hard, probably feeling for my pulse.

"Shit," he then says under his breath.

"I drank a bit too much, but you should be fine," he then says and I just smirk at him, feeling drunk and woozy.

"Don't worry, I liked it," I reply, and he just smiles back at me not looking the least bit worried anymore. Then he backs away over to the armchair, and I close my eyes, feeling very tired.