Young Master Damien's Pet

It wasn't just his heartbeat that she felt but also the unblemished skin on Damien, his hard muscles which felt warm on her hand. Pureblooded vampires were told to have the same body temperature as humans. He felt warm yet dangerous with the way he looked at her. She placed the other hand on his chest. Running her hand over the expanse of his smooth chest, feeling the ridges as if he were a sculpted statue of the devil.

Along with her hands, her eyes trailed. Trying to memorize how he felt with her own time as if time was endless. When she lifted her eyes to look up at him. He leaned back closer bringing her to the center of the bed and kissing her again.

His hand slid through the nightgown that had raised itself, pushing it up further and further up, "Let's take this thing off you," his words came out smoothly, helping her stand on her knees on the bed, he held the seam at the bottom of the dress, "Lift your hands," he took it off leaving her n.a.k.e.d to his delightful eyes.

Penny tried to scoot away, bringing her hands up to cover her front but Damien caught both her hands in his effortlessly, "You are beautiful. Don't hide," he said, taking her hands to drop it down to her sides to admire her, "I have seen you n.a.k.e.d before and you have too. There's nothing to be embarrassed about," it was true, but last time she had her back facing him not standing like this with her front facing him.

"I am not used to it," Penny said to get a quick retort from her as he pulled her n.a.k.e.d body flat against him.

"Get used to it," he said. Her b.r.e.a.s.ts pressed against his chest and she could only feel the heat rising in her body.

He smashed his lips on hers, probing and playing with her, his hands moving down to feel the curves of her body that moved from her where she pulled back with her eyes closed. Feeling him trail his fingers down from there to her waist and reaching to settle it on her bottom.

When Damien's lips touched her neck, a sigh escaped her lips where she came to hear him say, "My, we forgot we have a punishment to be handed down. Last chances, darling," she flinched when he bit her ear, "Lay down on the bed for me," he said, his hands gently pushing her shoulder for her to move back. Though his hand was gentle with her, there was something that lurked behind his eyes, something that excited her while also turning her anxious on what he had planned for her punishment.

While Damien reached for the drawer next to the bed, Penny went to lay down flat on the bed, before pulling the pin away from her head and letting her hair cascaded down on her shoulder. When he returned, she caught sight of him with a black cloth that looked like a scarf.

Penny didn't have to imagine what Damien had planned, the anticipation that had built now twirled like a storm which was going to wreck her body to dust. During the past, she had been to one of the theaters at night.

Being part of the theater herself, she had been curious once to go check the theater backstage and that day had felt like she had sinned but it wasn't because of what she saw it was because of what she felt.

"It appears that you know what I am going to do. Your hands," he said coming back to her. She raised her hands up, feeling the black silky smooth scarf being tied around both her hands together, "Is it too tight?" he asked when he was done tying her hand securely not wanting to cause any marks on her skin.

"No," she whispered to see him smile.

He pushed her hands to place it at the back of her head. Picking up pillows he placed it behind her head. Giving her another kiss, he kissed her neck, "Don't move," he ordered her, gripping on her hand when she brought it front, "Didn't you say something about kissing a witch hunter," he asked, biting into her neck and she hissed. He licked the skin with his tongue.

"I was joking," she said to feel him bite onto her skin, sighs, and gasps escaping through her lips when he went further down from her neck to the two swells of her chest.

Her eyes were closed as he let his hands and mouth roam around her body freely. The areole had turned dark and her n.i.p.p.l.es taunting as they stood up for his attention. Watching her writhe under him, he flicked one of her n.i.p.p.l.es to hear a soft cry escape from her lips. Catching both of her b.r.e.a.s.ts in his hands, he leaned down to take hold of one of them as he captured them with his mouth.

"Ahh..!" another sigh escaped Penny's lips and she tried to move but with her hands bound it only moved forward for Damien to push it back. He looked at her fiercely. The heated gaze he gave her only made her toes curl further and increase the pool of heat that had come to settle down between her legs.

Damien sucked on her b.r.e.a.s.ts, his mouth rough and relentless on her soft mounds, taking everything she could offer, and she gave him everything. Her back arched every time his teeth grazed over her skin, her back lifting for him to only run his hands behind her back. Giving the same attention to her other b.r.e.a.s.t, he peppered kisses down her stomach.

Every kiss he placed, her stomach dipped down, her lungs trying to catch the breath that was escaping with every touch of his.

His hand ran down from the curve of her stomach to her h.i.p.s, feeling the smooth and plump flesh, he squeezed it to hear the hitch in her breath.