I can't tell how long I played with the object of pleasure, until I lay on the bed, spent from all the activities I put myself through.
I lay on the bed, panting from exertion. I was tired but sated, and my gaping hole could attest to that.
That night, the vampire didn't visit my room.
The only one I saw was the human maid, and that was when she brought dinner for me.
And after that, I was left alone, to do as I please.
Although I was spent and tired from what I put myself through, earlier, I still picked up the object that was lying on the bed next to me and pleasured myself all through the night.
I felt like a w***e.
The feelings the vampire invoked in me made me insatiable and in want of anything.
I knew he ordered me never to touch myself without his permission, but I couldn't
