Okay?
With eyes that blind the sun and burn the pitch of dark, Patrick stares into my eyes with a smirk of a fang.
"And just what are you thinking with that look, mister?" I turn my head to ignore the attractive figure before me.
"I am just thinking about the way you roughly punish me after the teasing you allow me to give to you, Sir." Patrick answers in a voice that obviously disguises guilt. I click my tongue and chuckle.
"When did I give you my permission to do so?" I respond with a growing sense of arouse as Patrick opens his cape to reveal his pale, unbitten leg.
"When I could do this," he takes a seat on my lap, instantly slipping his tongue into my mouth, concealing a previously-developed moan.
I take advantage of this and explore the maze of his cobwebbed-pantyhose. Patrick moans sweetly as my fingers lightly pinch at his skin. A smile in my eyes forms when Patrick loosens up; with moans weakening and grip tightening.
"Fuck..." I moan at the scent elicited from Patrick - the metallic scent of salted blood.
"Oh, Sir. Punish me for my sins. Make me pay before I am forgiven." Patrick shudders as my fingernails crawl up his sloped spine.
"To be forgiven, you mustn't disobey me. Shall you do, the consequences will worsen." I growl into his ear and he whimpers. "Obedience will be rewarded, however." I whisper, waiting for an obedient nod.
"Yes, Sir." Patrick gasps once my fingers pinch the elastic of his panties. I rub a palm over him and moan with satisfaction as I hear him gasp.
Patrick grinds himself against me, round eyes with a halo of an iris as he grunts a staccato rhythm.
"It's okay, my love, obedience will earn you pleasure." I respond in a soft voice. I place my hands on his hips to ease his actions. Patrick looks me in the eyes and gasps inaudibly.
With no words spoken, I lift him up and carry him to my bedroom.
I lay him out on his back and seduce him with a gentle kiss, fangs concealed.
I wait for a moment before I commence to straddling my lover's waist. His cheekbones appear obvious and his skin is highlighted in pink. A growl is echoed from Patrick's throat as I smirk.
"I love that your desperation controls what you do." I whisper breathily.
"Beg." I demand, sliding out of my pants.
"I want you to fuck me with your hard cock and bite me hard, Master. Don't be nice, please put me through pain, Sir. Fuck me, please."
My tongue clicks and I start breathing heavily as Patrick weakens under me.
"This is why you're Daddy's princess." I praise, nuzzling into his neck.
"Sir, please. I'm so desperate... I need you now."
"Shh. Strip for Daddy. Tease me, baby." I chuckle darkly, beaming a fang before Patrick groans.
"Shall I change?" Patrick's question makes me laugh.
"Oh, please. Don't act so innocent, fucking slut." I clutch his thigh as I growl.
"Take it off, baby boy," I slur before my tongue glides over the skin of his neck. "Please your Daddy."
"Yes, Sir." Patrick breathes and oh so slowly strips out of his raven-black dress. I hold onto a breath as he bites his lip and stares beyond my eyes while his hands are pulling down.
Patrick is left in his webbed stocking, black panties, satin corset in the color of blood, and satin choker with a bat's wing pendant. His knuckles are white and his face is tainted with anticipation.
"Sir, I am ready for you." I hear him mumble.
"Excellent. First, get in your position, sweetheart." Thoughts of fucking Patrick in previous positions flood my mind, heating my insides and leaving my tongue thirsty for his blood.
"Of course, Sir." He moans slightly.
Patrick lies onto his stomach with a raised rear. The sight takes a breath away and lures me towards Patrick.
I grab his ass and spank it lightly, hearing a whiny moan. Patrick moans my name and I immediately react by prepping myself.
"Remind Daddy again - what do you want me to do?" I bite my lip as he talks me through this.
"Please let me take your thick, hard cock, Master! Let me scream for forgiveness for my sins. Fuck me hard so I cry and shout for more, Daddy." I run a hand down his thigh and he shudders aloud.
I near his panties and clench my teeth around the waistband, yanking them off to expose him.
Patrick cries out of desperation and I shush him.
"Quiet now. Or do I have to get the gag?" I warn, instantly silencing him.
"That's what I thought." I mutter and begin to enter Patrick.
"Fuck, Pete!" He shouts and I clench my teeth as I adjust.
"My God, you feel so fucking good." I growl in indulgence, moaning as I slide in and out if Patrick now.
"Fuck! Harder, Sir... Please!" Patrick whimpers and I bite my tongue. I angle myself to smoother the motion and suddenly hear Patrick scream.
"Oh, fuck! Ri-ight there, Sir!" He pants, raising his ass slightly with each entrance I repeat.
My nails sink into his skin, as do my fangs. I moan at the rich flavor and continue to drink from his neck as I thrust repeatedly.
"Daddy, I'm close." Patrick says in a seduced tone, his shoulder blades peaking as I moan lazily.
"Then cum, you fucking slut." I growl, following as he does so.
Patrick plops onto his stomach and I remain clanged to him, moaning at the taste. Patrick's eyes are shut tight and his mouth is muttering curses as I continue.
"You were so fucking good to me," I moan, releasing his skin. "Maybe Daddy will let you be in charge later."
Patrick smiles and so do I.
Patrick will top next time but no guarantee I will be able to update on halloween (which is in 8 MINUTES here yAY!!).
Oh I'm also trying to draw peterick in a couples costume but it will be overdue because I haven't started yet ;-;
