Immortal Cravings: Of Sin And Blood

STORY 3: MY CHAINED TOY

REBECCA

Wielding power feels so damn good.

I circle the iron chains holding my captured enemy warrior to the wall of my bedchambers in the Nyxris palace.

Damn.

He is tall, powerful, and has battle scars scattered across his bare, muscled chest.

Scars that only make him look even more tempting.

I bite my bottom lip, still admiring every hard line of his sinful body adorned with those scars. He is a fallen warrior from one of the rival human houses the royal family crushed weeks ago.

Now, he is mine. My personal pleasure slave hidden from my stingy-ass sister, the queen.

I keep circling the tempting warrior. His dark blue eyes follow me, burning with a mixture of hatred and a look that's far more twisted than his hatred towards me.

I smile, recognizing that look.

He wants me. He craves me.

I can literally smell the hunger on him.

“Still glaring at me?” I purr teasingly, flipping my long dark hair over my shoulder. The movement exposes my barely covered breasts to his hungry eyes, showing him what he can see but can't touch without my permission.

“You are really one hell of a woman,” he growls and starts tugging at his chains, the muscles in his arms flexing with each tug. “Release me right now.”

“And why should I?” I laugh softly and step closer, trailing my fingers down his chest and feeling the heat of his human skin. “You belong to me now.”

“I don't belong to anyone you vampire bitch.”

“Oh, but you do. You belong to me. You are my personal pleasure slave and in exchange for your safety and protection, you need to satisfy my cravings. I know you crave me too, warrior. Your c**k hardens every time I enter the room.”

“f**k you,” he curses, his body betraying him because I can see the growing bulge between his thighs, the thin cloth around his hips barely covering the erection.

“See, I was right,” I point at his hard-on and smile seductively.

Next, I turn to the nearby table and I pick up the silver dagger lying there.

The dagger is a birthday gift from my ex-lover whom I castrated for having the damn balls to cheat on me. Despite the fact that he betrayed me, I still kept the f*****g dagger as a reminder of the same tool I used to chop off his d**k.

Yeah. That's right. The dagger I am holding right now is the same weapon I used for his castration.

The dagger is a beauty, and not just physically. After the castration of my ex-lover, I had the dagger enchanted to heighten pleasure when it cuts either vampire or human flesh just right.

And right now, I am going to enjoy playing with my new human toy.

“You are such a fearless enemy,” I taunt him, pressing the cold blade of the dagger on his chest.

He winces at the iciness.

“Get that away from me,” he warns and I chuckle, ignoring his flimsy threat.

“For your information, I call the shots here,” I remind him, sliding the dagger slowly down his abdomen. “You seem to be forgetting your place here. I am your mistress, and you? You are just my chained toy. Tell me, does your new status humiliate you or excite you?”

He says nothing, his silence making me wonder what he is thinking. Nevertheless, I continue teasing him, making his breath hitch when the tip of the dagger reaches the edge of the thin cloth covering his c**k.

“Now, how about we both see what this thin cloth is hiding?” I whisper and before he can argue, I slice away the cloth with one flick of the dagger, letting the cloth fall.

“You b***h!” He yells at me but I am not listening to him at all.

Instead, my eyes are fixed on his thick c**k, the tip of the girthy length already leaking with precum and making me lick my lips.

“Well, well, well,” I chuckle. “Look at you. I can see you are already so hard for me. Fantastic.”

“Damn you,” he growls but I ignore him, my eyes still fixed on his giant monster c**k.

Unable to resist, I lightly press the sharp edge of the dagger into his inner thigh, not cutting his skin yet.

He groans, his c**k jerking forward.

I smile and withdraw the dagger from his thigh, trailing the tip of the blade up towards his chest. I want to make him feel the danger of my plans for him tonight because a whole lot more is coming his way, courtesy of my crazy mind.

“Now, the real fun is about to begin, my darling warrior,” I lean in, my breasts brushing his chest through the thin transparent silk of my robe. “You will beg to please your mistress tonight, and you will do so because I am in charge here. Do you understand?”

“Never.”

“Never?” I chuckle, pressing back the blade of the dagger to his skin and now, the blade is resting on his c**k. “Don't underestimate me, slave. I am still your mistress. Now, do you understand the terms?”

“Y-yes,” he stutters, his eyes fixed on the blade.

“Very good,” I pull back the blade from his skin. Next, I keep the blade back on the table and afterwards, I turn and face him, cupping his face in my hands.

“Now, let the real fun begin.”

I crash my lips against his, claiming his mouth with raw hunger and passion. He kisses back fiercely, our tongues battling for dominance.

Damn.

I love this game so much.

My tongue wins and I bite his lower lip hard enough to draw blood. Unable to stop myself, I suck the coppery drop of blood, moaning at the taste.

He shudders.

Good boy.

I intensify the kiss, earning a groan of pleasure from him. I love this dance of desire between us where I hold all the control and he is my willing, submissive toy.

After kissing him some more, I pull back and next, I take off my robe, letting the silk glide down my shoulders until it falls to the ground and I kick it aside, now standing naked before him.