Perspective

I awoke to the feel of Ladislao stroking my hair. What a wonderful way to wake up! I thought.

“Good evening, my love. I trust you slept well?” he said

I stretched long and full and shot him a wink, “How else would I sleep after a night like that?”

I propped myself up on an elbow, putting me face to face with him, “Although…..I think we can do better, do you?” With that, I took one of his hands and began to lick his fingers one by one. Each one was nibbled and sucked and kissed. I repeated this attention on his other hand. I drew circles in his palms with my tongue and sucked hard on his thumbs.

I watched as his eyes turned to icy fire. He moved so quick that I squeaked as I was placed astride him. I threw back my head, “Ahhhhh…yesssssss.”

He started fondling my breasts and teasing my nipples. I took his hands and put them above his head. “My turn,” I said. I bent over him and began licking and suckling his nipples. They became hard little pebbles under my ministrations, all the while I was slowly riding him. Without warning I stopped all outward movement. His eyes flew open as I began to message his length, squeezing and releasing, and not moving another muscle in the process.

“You are incredible!” he moaned.

I continued to torture him with this subtle loving, until he could take no more. He flipped me off of him and flipped me over before I knew it. I flipped my hair out of my eyes and looked up at the head the bed.

Encased in the wood was a mirror!!!! I could see my own reflection, but not his! He must have seen my reaction in the mirror for when I looked over my shoulder, he grinned evilly at me. With one hard thrust, he claimed me. His hands gripped my hips as we lunged in unison. Long hard strokes brought us to the edge beyond reason, then falling over together, we cried out with one voice.

He bent over me, and reached around to gather me to him. He lifted me up so that we were both kneeling…and still joined. I could feel him still pulsating inside me. I reached behind me and kneaded his buttocks. He gathered my hair to one side, putting it all over one shoulder, began kissing the other. He nuzzled my ear and neck. I began moving slowly in circles, grinding myself into him, increasing his need. I heard him gasp against my neck and felt the entrance of his fangs. I leaned my head to the side so that he might have better access, all the while moving against him. He drank from me for only a moment, but it felt like a hours of ecstasy. He again bit his wrist and offered it to me.

As I began to drink his essence, I felt a surge of power fill me..I peaked with such force that my legs collapsed. I let go of his wrist and would have landed on the bed had he not wrapped his other arm around my waist. I felt his release counterpoint mine. He slowly laid me on the bed, planting kisses down my back as he removed himself to lay beside me.

“You must have been created by Arani****,” he said “for merely looking upon you sets my desire aflame for you!.”

He got up from the bed and walked to the other end of the room. I heard him pour water into a basin and splash around a bit. He came back a moment later and handed me a damp cloth. I cleaned away the traces of our passion, and handed it back.

“I must get you dressed and feed you. The others will be wanting to meet you.” He said.

“Others?, I asked, “What others?” I didn’t remember see anyone when we came in….

“Why, your new household! I would be selfish to not share your beauty. Besides, I want to show you off!!” he said proudly.


****Arani is the Hindu Goddess of sexual fire