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  “Don’t!” she yelled.

  In a flash, he pinned her against the landing, fangs bared and eyes glowing with greed. “It’ll go easier on you if you stay still. I get more excited when you struggle.”

  Whimpering, Mary twisted against him.

  “You are mine,” his lips murmured against her flesh.

  The sting of his fangs made Mary yelp in pain. Warmth flooded down her neck and Mary felt his tongue lapping the blood. His mouth closed over the wound and sucked hard. She moaned into his ear, feeling oddly faint. It’s not too bad, she thought. Her hands caressed his back and snaked through his tangled hair. His sucking and licking of her tender flesh was strangely erotic. Her back was getting uncomfortable and she tried to turn away from him.

  He bit down harder on her neck like a lion refusing to relinquish its prey. His words repeated themselves in her head: You are mine. Was this the reason she was hired, after all?

  His mouth was closed on her like a babe sucking on its mother’s breasts. Mary had a vision of him sucking on her nipples and her pussy heated in anticipation.

  Now that she had stopped struggling, one of his hands slipped underneath her blouse and ripped off the buttons holding together her shirt. One by one, they flew off, scattering down the stairs. He withdrew from her neck to rip off the shirt completely. Mary felt her blood dripping down her neck. His greedy hands reached behind her and snapped off the bra. Mary’s breasts tumbled out with a sigh. She gasped as the cool, circulated air nipped at her exposed flesh. One hand fondled her breasts while the other one grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and pulled. His hot mouth returned to her neck and bit down with an audible crunch.

  Mary gasped as his thumb caressed her nipples in a circular motion. He pinched the tips and twisted them painfully. Pleasure spiraled upwards as every movement of his on her skin ignited her nerves. His sucking and the slow, tantalizing massage of her breasts was making her wet.

  Finally, Mr. White swallowed and sat upright. He looked somewhat dazed, as if he had been drinking alcohol. Mary felt a bulge pressing into her hips and knew that a different sort of hunger was growing in his eyes.

  “One appetite usually follows another,” he murmured, caressing her breasts. “Mary, I can smell your sex. I need you to spread your legs.”

  She did as she was told, excitement shooting up her limbs. She knew that he would see how aroused she was.

  He pulled her skirt over her stomach and removed her nylons. Her panties were the last to go. She felt some resistance as he pulled them off, her juice had smothered the thin cotton. Mary gasped as cool air stung her pussy.

  “So wet for me,” he murmured appreciatively as his fingers slid up and down her juicy folds.

  Her pussy clenched at the feeling of his hard fingers running up and down her pleasure center. Mary saw him bring his fingers to his mouth and watched his tongue taste her arousal. He closed his eyes as if savoring it, and then lowered his head to her glowing pussy.

  Mary could feel that she was sopping wet. Her arousal dripped down her thighs and ass. Mr. White rubbed the juice into her skin as he forced her legs further apart. She felt his hot breath on her heated pussy and waited anxiously. Mary’s back arched as she felt his tongue slide up her clit. “Mr. White,” she moaned. She could feel his canines raking across her aching flesh and screamed when his tongue plunged inside her tight canal. She could feel his tongue slipping inside her pussy, his lips closing around her clit to suck and suck. The wet noises were driving Mary wild. She just wanted him to impale her and hear that delicious, flesh-smacking sound. She widened her legs as far as they would go. He drove his tongue inside and curled it upwards, almost brushing against her g-spot.

  She mewled as his head lifted from her pussy and he licked his lips greedily. His canines were so long they protruded from his lips. She could tell that he was restraining himself to ravage her, draining her completely. The idea of being owned by someone so powerful was arousing.

  “Please,” she begged, tugging on the tie swinging in front of her face. “I want to taste myself.”

  He smirked, his hands cupping her vagina. He drove four fingers deep inside her. Mary groaned as he kept them inside her tight walls, while contracted around his fingers. He curled them upwards and pushed slightly. Mary balled her fists and closed her thighs together—anything to make it tighter. He slid them out and Mary whined in protest. He showed her the slime that covered his fingers.

  “You want to taste yourself? Here,” he said and wiped her pussy juice on her lips and face.

  Mary had never felt so degraded in her life. She licked her lips and tasted her own, musky scent.

  “You actually liked that, didn’t you? Didn’t you, you little slut?” he mocked her. At the same time, he tortured her by sliding his fingers inside her sopping pussy, slowly pumping in and out. Then, finally, the moment Mary had been waiting for happened. Mr. White ripped off his belt.

  “Get up.”

  Wait. “What?”

  “You know I hate repeating myself,” he said dangerously. “You’ll do as I say.”

  Or else. The threat of being fired was implicit in his tone, but Mary didn’t care. All she knew was that she was experiencing the most erotic moment in her life—she didn’t want it to stop.

  She stood up, stepping out of her skirt and panties. She was completely naked while Mr. White was clothed head to toe. Somehow, it made the experience even more arousing.

  “Turn around and grab the rail.”

  Mary did as she was told, feeling vulnerable in such a public place.

  “Bend over,” his voice had lowered into a passionate whisper.

  “W-what?” Mary stammered.

  SMACK! She was rewarded by a vicious blow to her behind. Mary cried out as tears sprung in her eyes, pain smarting from the blow. She pushed out her hips immediately, but apparently it wasn’t enough for Mr. White. SMACK!

  She reeled against the blow and spread her hips so that her vaginal lips opened and he could do whatever he wished with her.

  He reached underneath her and gave her tits a rough squeeze. “Very good, Miss Kramar. You’re beginning to understand your place at my company.”

  She heard him loop the belt and her backside clenched in anticipation. As painful as it was, she truly enjoyed being humiliated by this powerful man—if he even was a man.

  “Do you think I don’t know what you think of me? I was offended; deeply offended by those thoughts you had of me.” He rubbed the loop of leather along her throbbing pussy and tapped it lightly.

  Mary stiffened. How could he know what she thought of him? She had never said anything that could give her away.

  “You’ve called me all sorts of filthy names in your head. And I cannot allow you to continue working for me unless you are sufficiently punished.”

  A scream echoed down the stairwell as Mr. White ripped his belt across her ass. He brought down the belt mercilessly again and again. He gripped the back of her head and forced her down. Tears streamed down her face in pain. The last blow landed on the back of her vagina, but the pain was sweet.

  Mr. White dropped the belt and fumbled with his pants. Mary was still bent over, terrified to defy his orders. She felt his hard cock slide up her clit and she sighed in pleasure. He wasted no time and impaled her with one hard thrust.

  She cried out as his thick cock stretched her walls, filling her so completely it was painful. He bucked against her repeatedly, thrusting as hard as he could against her already tender flesh. His arms seemed to possess her, one wrapped around her hips, the other forcing her back to arch. Mary spread her legs wider for him, feeling a jolt of pleasure with every thrust of his cock.

  Her tits bounced as he railed against her pussy. Mary moaned as she felt his thick rod mercilessly pounding at her g-spot. His hands reached over and clasped over her hands that clutched the railings. She screamed as he fucked her even more deeply, his thick cock slick with her pussy juice sliding in and out with a constant sm
acking sound.

  There was something wet on her throat, and Mary realized it was Mr. White’s mouth. “Oh!” she moaned as she felt the tiny sting.

  He struggled to drink from her neck as he pounded her cunt; blood was getting smeared all over. Mary saw her blood dripping down the railings and all over the staircase. She was getting close; she bit her lip as he drilled into her pussy. His hands were so tightly clamped over hers that it was painful. Mary pressed her neck into his mouth. Her body shook as he fucked her once, twice, three times and Mary was cumming harder than ever. She soared on the wings of her orgasm as her pussy contracted against the cock that twitched inside her, filling her with seed. As Mr. White slowed his fucking, his mouth and tongue sucked on her neck, draining her. His appetite seemed insatiable, but Mary was beginning to feel faint. She slumped against the metal rails.

  He withdrew his fangs and licked at her skin. Then he turned her around in his arm. They were both panting, exhausted. He ran a hand over her tits and pushed them together. He kissed her cleavage and sucked on her nipple, hardening the tip.

  “All I want to do is bite and fuck you, Mary.”

  He looked at her with a greedy look in his eyes that made Mary flush. “Can I put my clothes on, Sir?”

  “You may.”

  Cum dripped down her legs as she pulled her underwear on. She shoved the nylons into her purse and pulled her skirt on. Then she threw her blouse on. There were no more buttons. Mary sighed. Shakily, she began to ascend the stairs.

  “Where do you think you’re going?”

  She turned around and looked at him searchingly. “Home?”

  Mr. White slid his belt inside his slacks and beckoned her. “Not in your state, you’re not. There’s blood all over your neck. No, you’re coming with me. It’s for your own good.”

  Mary hesitated. “Where?”

  He shook his brown head and gave her a testy glance. “Miss Kramar, I need you to obey me. No questions asked.”

  Mary bit her lip and nodded. She walked down the stairs, her legs trembling with fatigue. “I hope I can trust you,” she said.

  Mr. White smiled impassively and took her hand. “Follow me.”

  # # #

  Part 2 coming soon!

  About the Author

  Adriana is an erotica and romance writer located in the Bay Area. She enjoys film, pop music, and karaoke. For more information, please visit her Twitter.

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  Eric halted in front of the door that led to his Lord’s chambers and faltered. His heart began to jump. Suppose he’s found out. It was a worry that frequented his mind. Lord Gareth was, after all, the head of the state. Years ago, he had crushed the opposing Benial armies and assassinated the cruel, tyrannical king and claimed the land of Kanth for his own. Eric himself had fought with him. He had once believed in Gareth’s virtue, but he had become corrupt with power, as rulers often do.

  So he joined a rebel faction in the hopes of dismantling Lord Gareth’s rule. Still, he had grown up with Gareth, looked up to him. The heaviness in his heart grew with every deception he planned, with every murder committed. Though he knew he was doing the right thing, he couldn’t help but feel a tinge of guilt.

  Once more, he raised his hand to the door and pushed it open.

  “Did you summon me, my lord?”

  Gareth looked up briefly from his desk.

  “Yes, Eric.” He stood up and shuffled the papers on his desk.

  “Tell the guards they are relieved of their duty for tonight,” he instructed. He opened a drawer and placed the stack of papers neatly inside. He then added, “And shut the door.”

  Eric did as he was told. He waited, quietly surveying the room. He rarely came into Gareth’s study, since the Lord disliked being interrupted during crucial Party work. A large walnut desk stood by an even larger fireplace, guarded with iron-wrought gates. A bearskin rug was p
laced before the fireplace. The entire room was covered in russet colored marble, which spanned across the huge floor. Near the walnut desk was a miniature library consisting of five tall bookshelves and three vases filled with various books and scrolls, and in one of the vases, an ebony cane.

  Gareth turned to Eric. He had taken a scroll from one of the vases and unrolled it onto the top of the walnut desk.

  “Does this look familiar?”

  His heart raced. Were they the faction plans? Did he finally obtain the headquarters’ blueprints?

  Eric stepped closer to the desk and peered down.

  It was an ornately decorated scroll with figures strewn all over the page. The figures were naked and copulating in various positions with captions such as “Flowers of the Mango Tree.” The scroll was highly detailed and done in India ink, framed with gold leaf.

  He blushed at the images. “My Lord, how does this apply—” he started, and then stopped.

  Suddenly Eric felt something cold brush against his crotch. Gareth had snaked his hand around his hips and now cradled the contours of his member with slow, tantalizing movements. Eric stiffened, too frightened to protest.

  Gareth leaned in close to his ear and whispered with a voice barely above a sultry murmur, “I know who you are. You’ve betrayed me.” With a perfect tongue, Gareth licked his ear. “Now,” he breathed, “you shall claim your consequence.”

  Gareth pressed his body against Eric and fingered his crotch with slow, deft movements. Using the tips of his fingers, he traced the sensuous shape with leisurely, circular movements. Gareth smiled, feeling the warmth increasing beneath his fingers. Eric shuddered as he felt Gareth explore him. He stood rigid, his mouth slightly open in shock. Gareth carefully tucked a lock of Eric’s hair behind his ear. He nestled his head on Eric’s shoulder and began trailing the tip of his tongue against Eric’s neck.