Blood Lust

Personal Work

Valerie

"How will this help you?" I ask innocently and readjust on his lap. If he wants to play, I will play. I am so bored.

"Mmmm because my kitten needs attention." He reaches past me and keeps working on his computer with one hand while the other hand seems to have a mind of its own. Slowly it traces circles on my back, going lower and lower until he firmly places it on my b*tt. I see how we are playing this then. I nuzzle into his neck and lightly grind my hips against him. I can feel his excitement no matter how hard he tries to hide it.

"How is your work going?" I ask innocently against his neck. I know exactly how it is going though, because his other hand hasn't moved from the mouse since I started moving against him.

"I am working on a personal thing right now, so pretty good I would say." His other hand left the mouse and moved to my b*tt. He squeezed and pulled me forward against him. I let out a moan on accident.

"What do you think? Do you think I am doing good work on my personal THINGS?" He emphasized the word things as he used my a** to grind against him again. I could feel his member getting excited against my hot core. Suddenly, I got embarrassed, remembering what I was wearing. When I got out of the shower, all I had put on was his shirt... nothing else.

"Yes." I moaned out to embarresed to play games anymore. I am getting so wet at my core and I have nothing on under his shirt. God, how embarresing. I try to get up, but he stops me, grabbing my hips and holding me against him.

"Where do you think you are going kitten?" He whispers against my ear. A chill runs down my spin all the way down to between my legs. All I want to do is run away and hid so instead, I bury my head against him and shake my head.

"What's wrong?" He asks, trying to get me to show him my face. He pushes his chair out and picks me up with him as he stands up. I wrap my legs around his waist. He walks through the room to the bedroom and gently lays me down on the bed.

"Come on kitten, show me that pretty face." He gently holds my chin in his hand, trying to get me to look him in the eye. He climbs on the bed so that he is pinning me to the bed but holding himself so he's not fully on me. I look up at him and pout.

"I'm not wearing anything else." I mumble shyly and look down.

"Baby I know…" He leans real close to my ear and whispers.

"You left a wet spot on my leg and f*ck if that isn't hot..." He slips his hand under my shirt adn grabs my bare hip while grinding against me. I let a moan slip out.

"What if you weren't wearing anything instead? Would that be better?" He chuckled darkly, and I giggled, finally feeling at ease again.

"Better for me or for you sir?" I let my tone go low and lick my lower lip, trying to be as sultry as possible. Something in his eyes flashed a deep blood red, and he let out a low growl.

"Don't... I really won't stop this time." He tried to get off me, but I grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him back down on me hard.

"Then don't stop, sir." I make sure to emphasize sir this time. I want this, I need him. I don't know why, but since we met there has been a s****l tension since we met, and you can practically cut it with a knife. If we are going to have to be in a room with other people, I don't think I can stay off of him without this. I need HIM. He must feel the same because he sits up and grabs my shirt at the collar with both hands and *rrrrip*. He literally tears the shirt in half and I gasp. When I look up, his eyes are fully red now.

"F*ck. You are so beautiful." I blush and look away. He lowers his head and takes one of my mounds in his mouth and sucks on it, and nibbles a little bit. I moan and run my fingers through his hair, grabbing and holding him against me. He pulls away and I whimper. Then he looks up at me as he takes the other one into his mouth, lapping at it and his hand trails from my hip down to my core. His hand finds my bud between my legs, and he slowly uses his fingers in a circular motion. I arc into him because f*ck, I don't even remember the last time I was touched. I feel the pressure building as he works his fingers faster against me, slipping one inside. I couldn't help it, I released on his hand. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

"You taste better than I imagined. How about round two kitten?" He kissed down the side of my face and down my neck.

"Yes please." I practically begged. Then I inhaled and held my breath when I felt his fangs drag against my neck, not piercing but definitely scrapping against my skin.

*Knock knock*

Lyx groans and turns his head away and yells.

"What?"

"Your mother was wondering if you were coming down for dinner." Someone called through the door. Lyx looks down at me his fangs still out and winks at me.

"I am already having dinner. Go away!" He responds and then whispers to me.

"Can I have a snack baby?" He runs his tongue along his fangs, his eyes still red. I can't resist the curiosity, I want to know what it's like, so I nod.

"Words, kitten." He demands. I lean into him and present my neck to him.

"Yes, sir." and with that....