The Vampire's Mafia Princess

Chapter 1

His large hand slowly went to my shoulder and picked up the small strap of my dress, holding it for a breath before removing it from the top of my shoulder and letting it sag lower. His hand skimmed down my ribs, my waist and to my hip where it rested. With a gentle tug, he brought me towards him, his other hand resting on my back at the top of my dress. With a smooth motion, I felt the cool metal of the zipper slide down my hot flesh. I shivered slightly as the air hit my bare skin, and met his eyes, the lust there unmistakable. Something dangerous flared behind those chocolate depths, his eyes locked on mine as I felt the straps of my dress move lower and lower, then the thin, silky fabric of my dress sliding down my body, pooling at my feet. The flare in his eyes made my stomach clench with anticipation. Never in my life had I felt so exposed; so very wanted. His eyes scanned my body, and I flushed red at the realization that my underwear and bra did not match. I had not anticipated anyone seeing them after all.

“Beautiful” he murmured, his eyes meeting mine, his lips slightly tilting upward in appreciation. His hand slid under my chin and tilted it up slightly. His eyes never left mine as he leaned in, his lips brushing mine gently. I sighed softly and he chuckled, I felt the brush of his lips again and then the hardness of his teeth as he took my lower lip between them and lightly bit down. A moan escaped my throat unbidden as I felt electricity race through me and a wetness starting between my legs. His free hand slid down my chest, travelling between my breasts, past my navel and to the top of my underwear. He did not breach the border, but rather outlined it with his fingers, the soft touch giving me goosebumps as he sucked and nipped at my lower lip. I reached out, hesitating just a moment, before my arms came to rest on his shoulders, wrapping around him like we were dancing. I felt him tense and then relax, his mouth dropping to my shoulder where he peppered small kisses along my collarbone, moving toward my throat. One hand resting on my hip, fingering the top of my underwear; the other around the small of my back. I wanted him, craved him, his touch was setting me on fire. The hand on my back skimmed upward, dancing along my spine until it reached my hair; and grasping a fistful of it, he slowly pulled my head back. I stilled as he kissed the length of my neck, starting at the base and worked his way up, until he reached my jaw, where he kissed from my earlobe all the way to my mouth. This time the kiss was not gentle, but firm, demanding, unyielding. His mouth pressed against mine, and his tongue slipped through my lips, forcing me to open my mouth and welcome him in. He gently coaxed my tongue into a dance of entanglement with his, and I felt his growing need against my abdomen. His hand still tangled in my hair grew tighter and my arms locked behind him, ensuring I would be anchored as I gradually felt my control lessening. A low growl reverberated in my mouth from him, as his hand breached the border and slid slowly down below my belly button, over my mound and carefully parted my folds. A hiss escaped his lips as his probing fingers found my wetness, they gave me no peace as they continued to plunder my most secret part, sliding up and down my folds and every now and then brushing my sensitive nub and sending waves of pleasure through me. Suddenly he pushed back, his touch quickly gone from me. Startled, I looked at him, his eyes narrow and feral, his hand still firmly around my waist. His eyes burned into mine as he raised his hand, and finger by finger licked them clean, up and down, taking my juices into his mouth. A low humming noise came from him as he did so, and I felt my insides tighten in response.

“You are delicious” his voice was low, husky. The timbre of it rolling on and around my body slowly, languidly.

“On the bed”, his voice soft, held a distinct commanding tone. I froze for a moment, unsure of if I should obey or not, but deciding it was in my best interest, I awkwardly sat on the corner of the bed, feeling exposed. His eyebrows furrowed in displeasure.

“Lay down, and open your legs” he crooned, as he sat next to me, holding me as I leaned backwards to execute his request. One large, cool hand slid up my thigh, tugging it apart from the other one. Heat rushed to my face, the embarrassment of being so intimately exposed apparent. My eyes turned downward, and I fought every instinct to hide my body and my viewable s*x. His hand skimmed the soft flesh of my inner thigh, stroking up and down as his mouth kissed my cheek, my jaw, and then met mine just as his hand parted the seam of my folds. A moan caught in my throat as he deepened his strokes, probing and fondling my s*x while I tried to remember how to breathe. His touch so gentle, yet so firm and insistent, guiding my pleasure and reassuring me with his kisses that I was safe and could let go. His finger carefully circled my pleasure center as his mouth dropped to my neck and then my breasts. I gasped in pleasure as a wet warmth encircled the center point of one of my peaks, his tongue swirling lazily around it while his fingers slipped inside me, moving forward and backward in my canal they continually brushed my pleasure points. I felt myself clench around him, the first wave of pleasure cresting and breaking all over my body, and I felt momentary panic at the thought of my release from this man’s hand; but was this not what I agreed to when giving my consent? His eyes hooded, he released my taunt nub with a soft pop. More gracefully than I had ever seen anyone move, he repositioned himself between my legs, his fingers never leaving me. His free hand dancing up my stomach, sending tingles down my spine as he bent his head lower. His brown hair brushing the top of my pubic area, he took a long lick of me and moaned softly in appreciation.

“Let go” he murmured, his face still between my legs, “Dimitte parvulum meum, tutus es mecum.” (Let go my little one, you are safe with me.) Something in his tone rang true, and I believed him instinctually. His head bending down once more he sealed his mouth against my core as his tongue explored me, his fingers never stopping their assault, my pleasure coming in waves, and I felt my body tighten and release in the rhythmic pattern that he was conducting. His fingers slowly working me from the inside, his tongue laving me from the outside. Working my body into a crescendo of pleasure, closing in on my limit I moaned, hands tangling in his hair as I felt my body gradually tighten in anticipation of release. Assaulted by pleasure, my muscles tensed, aching for release as his motions quickened slightly, urging me over the edge; my hips moved on their own accord, seeking his touch, rolling and bucking as my every instinct demanded my impending release to happen. A slight vibration against my most sensitive area sent me over the edge, as he broke me. Shattering into pieces, my orgasm rolled over me, through me, again and again as his fingers worked me over thoroughly. My muscles exploded inside me, and I felt warmth flood out of me as I came in a cacophony of pleasure, need, want, and desire for this stranger who played my body like he owned it. His tongue gently lapped up my pleasure, then he pressed light kisses against my inner thighs as his fingers slid out of me, a small unhappy sound escaped me and he laughed.

“Don’t worry mea puella (my girl), I am nowhere near finished with you.” His eyes were darkened with desire, and I lifted my chin for a sweet kiss. He readily met my lips, deepening the kiss slowly. His hand slid to cup my chin as he positioned himself on top of me, hovering over my prone form. My body still echoing from the pleasure it received, yet somehow ready for more from this man. He was still clothed, and I found myself reaching for the buttons on his black shirt, the fabric a whisper against my fingers as I clumsily fumbled with the buttons. His large hand covered mine, and our eyes locked.

“Take your time” his smile was sweet, “we have all night.” His hand slid down my wrist and arm, resting on the bed beside me his lips once again found mine, and I continued my mission with his shirt. Slowly the buttons gave way to my ministrations, and his chest was laid bare before me. Skin that was smoother than I had ever seen, dark pink n*****s that were perfectly round. A slight sprinkle of hair on his chest was all that was present, until I untucked his shirt and saw his deliciously tantalizing trail. The fine hair dipping down beneath his waistband and enticed me in that direction. I craved this man, like I had never craved anything before. Something about him, the way he was, touched me; had my body purring with pleasure. My hands slid up his hips, tracing the sharp cuts on either side of his lower abdomen. Feeling a bit bold, I let them drop down his backside, feeling the firmness there. My hands continued their journey back to his front as they worked to unbuckle his belt. I wanted, no needed, him; I wanted to make him feel as good as he had made me feel. The cool metal of the buckle slid between my trembling fingers as I grasped the zipper. Was I ready for this? It was a rare moment where I was intimidated by a man, however the Alpha female in me was subdued by this man somehow. Used to being the dominant one in all aspects of my being, the freedom I was experiencing at being at his mercy was new, freeing, was a release in and of itself.

“Put me in your mouth mea femina (my woman).” His voice was low, hoarse with need and desire. It sent shivers straight through me and down to my core, like a bolt of electricity. He was straddling me, his legs on either side of my hips and I slid my body downward so my mouth would be where we needed it to be. His bulge was straining against his underwear, and I could see his leaked arousal in a small dark spot on the otherwise light blue boxer briefs. Feeling some degree of satisfaction that he was as turned on as I was, stroking his length through the cloth, I was pleased to be able to elicit a moan from him. Easing his waistband down and grasping his hard member my fingers curled around its girth, and slowly pumped up and down. The skin of his manhood felt like velvet as my fingers ran over it, skimming over the top the pearly droplets dispersed under my touch. His twin orbs were drawn up close to the base of his shaft, and the whole area was free of hair and smooth to the touch. Skimming my hands down his length and cupping his balls gently I marveled at the feel of them in my hands. As my mouth closed around his tip the salty tang washed through my mouth as my tongue swirled around him, slowly taking him further in until he bumped up against the back of my mouth and my nose was flush against his low abdomen. His hands tangled in my hair, fisting the thick, coarse waves, yet not demanding anything of me; allowing me to move at my own pace. Leisurely moving my tongue over, under and around his shaft I tasted him, felt him, his skin burning hot under my attention; like he was on fire for me and me alone. One of my free hands cupped and caressed his balls, as he moaned and placed both hands on the bed, above my shoulders. He never left my mouth, as he positioned himself over me, his hips over my face. Pulling himself out he bent down to kiss me, his mouth warm and soft, one hand running down the side of my body. Touching his forehead to mine he whispered softly.

“Ad faciem ego vilis tibi nunc mea femina. Laedere, possis flere. Super omnia te salvum esse novimus. Ego sum tibi. (I am going to face f**k you now my woman. It may hurt, you may cry. Above all know you are safe. I have you.)” He dropped a soft kiss on my forehead before positioning his pelvis directly over my mouth and fisting my hair so tightly I could not move my head he held me there. His soft tip nudging my mouth open, he entered again. This time was swift and brutal. His length filled my mouth, pounding my face with incredible force from above. With each movement I felt his hand in my hair, holding me still, the other hand by my face as he rolled his hips into my mouth, over and over at a pace that was so fast and deep my eyes stung with tears. His thick, hot member forcing itself to the back of my throat, brutally penetrating my mouth. He kept on, seeing the tears roll down my cheeks, making no effort to slow or stop. Only pausing a beat to wipe them from my eyes here and there, but never ceasing the assault on my mouth. My nose was running, having been forced to breathe through it due to the harsh invasion of my mouth. My nostrils flared with each breath, spraying small droplets of wetness onto my face that mingled with my tears. His eyes never left my face the entire time, locked with mine, only travelling downward every so often to inspect my cheeks for tears. He licked his lips and I saw the flash of his perfectly white teeth, and his thrusts grew more insistent, brutalizing my mouth and throat; my tears falling freely at the pain and gagging as he forced my mouth into submission. His lips parted and he made slight panting noises and low growls, his hand grew tighter on my hair and the other moved to bracket my throat. The pressure was slight, but I knew he could easily crush my windpipe if he chose to and felt my adrenaline spike with excitement at the thought. The side of my face and ears were wet with my shed tears, and snot dribbling down my mouth I tried to open as wide as I could to allow him to finish. Seeing my efforts, his nostrils flared and his already quick pace got quicker. Making a small protesting noise in my throat that only served to receive a little more pressure on my throat as he moved in and out. Finally, a low moan erupted from him at the same time his hot fluid hit the back of my throat, causing me to gag as he was fully sheathed in my face. His hand still on my throat, the other in my hair I couldn’t move an inch as he emptied himself into me. Spurt after hot white spurt splattered against the back of my throat, slowly sliding down as his shaft pulsed and released his seed into my waiting mouth. I was making whimpering noises as with each deposit I was trying not to gag, he was so deep in. Tears rolled down my cheeks unchecked with the effort and what I swore had to be the longest male orgasm, and largest volume of fluid I had ever experienced. Still shuddering with his release, he slowly pumped in and out of my mouth; hips rolling gently, and I knew what he was asking. He wanted me to clean him. His hands released me from their hold on him, and lapped up and down the sides of him, his shaft now softening, then sucked the tip so not a single drop was left. Tucking himself back into his pants, he sighed and climbed off the bed.

“Stay there” he said. He disappeared into the bathroom and came back his cell phone pinned between his ear and his shoulder, speaking rapidly in another language. In his hands he held a damp cloth and, finishing his conversation he put his phone down and began to slowly wipe my face.

“I can do that” I said, reaching for the cloth.

“ No mea femina (my woman).” he replied firmly. “I will do this for you.” He wiped the tears, the snot, and saliva off my face, then travelled down my neck to the rest of my body. When he got to my core, he kissed my mound above it softly, before dipping the cloth between my thighs and slowly cleaning me off. I was so worn out and turned on at the same time, a small happy sound escaped me, and he smiled.

“Are you ready for more, my dear?” He asked as he kissed my inner thigh. The absurdity of the question had me laugh. A dark eyebrow rose in question.

“No” I said, “I believe I need a moment before tackling you again” I smiled wickedly; “but I do want to tackle you again.” Heat flared in his eyes to match the heat that I knew was in mine. I was barely sated for this man, yet he had wrung pleasure from me so thoroughly I was unsure if he would be able to accomplish that again; yet if anyone could, it would be him.

“Provocatione accepit. (challenge accepted).” He smiled, then said for my benefit “I accept your terms princess.” A knock sounded at the door, and he rose gracefully to answer it, his movements fluid, as if he floated over the floor instead of walking. He rounded the corner and my eyes stayed on the corner until I saw him round it again, a tray in hand. He set the tray on the bedside table and reached for a light blanket that had found it’s way from the bed to the floor during our romp. Shaking it out he carefully draped it over me so that nothing was exposed save for my upper chest and arms. He settled down next to me on the bed, one strong arm slowly snaking its way around my shoulders, pulling me close to him so that my head was on his shoulder. He reached for the tray and picked something off it, a small piece of cheese. He held it by my mouth.

“Eat.” He commanded simply, quietly. I opened my mouth to obey, and he dropped the piece of cheese in. The flavor exploded in my mouth; it was delicious. We stayed like that, he slowly fed me cheese, fruits, and small pieces of meat, allowing me to rest as he soothed me and showered me with chaste kisses. Once I was finished eating, he insisted I lay down and close my eyes as he brushed my tangled hair out, not that I was upset as to why it was so tangled up. Sometime during that I must have drifted off, as when I woke the sky was pitch black and he was nowhere to be found. Sitting up and clutching the cover to hide my nakedness, I turned the lamp on and scanned the room to see if he was still here. I didn’t see him, swinging my legs over the side of the bed I wrapped the plush sheet around me and went to check in the bathroom on the off chance he was showering. No luck. Then I went into the other room. The couch was empty, and it was dark and quiet. He was well and truly gone. Disappeared into the night. That’s when I noticed it, a small vase with a single flower in it. The flower, dark purple and spiral in nature, and had dark green fern like leaves. A single word was scrawled across a stark white card in bold black ink.

“Astilbe”