Punishing Her Vampire Master

by Anna Santos

  Chapter Twelve

  Temple

  AFTER SAYING MY GOODBYES to Vincent—I had to adjust to his new name or I would eventually slip and call him Ewan—I climbed lazily up the stairs to my apartment. I was tired and a bit disappointed. It had been a long night of talking and trying to pretend to be someone else. He seemed to be fascinated by me, but, at the same time, confused. I had no idea if he was believing or not that I was just someone that looked like Ebony and Violet. I liked the way he would pronounce my new name, though, Sarah. It was sexy, and he had been charming enough. Actually, he had been a perfect gentleman. Maybe he was not that into me.

  I opened my door and realized that we hadn’t talked about a new date. He had just said his goodbyes, checked his phone that wouldn’t stop ringing, and walked way to answer it. I bet it was Anastasia, checking on him. He sounded grumpy when he picked up, but I just ignored it and walked my way up the stairs, wanting to reach the safety of my home and sleep. I had classes the next day, and I was often tired the last few days I’d been in Italy, stalking Ewan and Anastasia. Galvin said it was due to the final changes of my body.

  When I closed the door, I was surprised to see a trail of red rose petals on the floor. Then I smiled, because there was only one person who could have done that. He was trying to please me, and I followed the path of petals with enthusiasm that took me to my bedroom. Instead of finding Galvin in my bed, I found a portal to another dimension. I wondered what he had planned. Romantic Galvin was a side of him that I didn’t know, but I was excited to find out. Still, it bothered me that he hadn’t checked on me that day. That wasn’t normal, unless he was being evasive because we had sex or he was too busy planning a surprise. A romantic surprise wasn’t at all what I was expecting. It was amazing, though.

  I dropped my wallet on the floor and entered the portal. I felt my body being sucked in, as I traveled to another place. I found myself outside a Roman temple surrounded by the stars and the moon. Torches and candles lit the scene. I could smell the scent of sensual oils and flowers. It was breathtaking for sure. I felt my stomach bubbling with anticipation.

  A gentle breeze wrapped my body and magic made my clothes disappear to give place to others. Looking down at my figure, I realized the change of clothes. I was dressed in a sexy tunic, the cotton fabric covering my body like a second skin. It was warm, so I wasn’t feeling cold, but the absence of underwear warned me that the tunic was just temporary. I bit my lip, noticing the golden bracelets around my arms. I touched my hair, feeling the long braid, presuming that it was styled into a heavenly halo braid. It seemed that I was dressed for the occasion, and it was extremely sexy the amount of details he had thought of.

  The temple was beautiful, and the portico had amazing sculptures of ancient Roman gods and divinities. There was a water garden in front of me and, behind it, there were some stairs that would take me inside the temple, where Galvin should be waiting for me. I could see the curtains dancing with the gentle breeze and I followed the path of roses that led me to him.

  When I entered the temple, I noticed him at the back. He was seated on a bench, shirtless, his ripped torso shining with oil, and wearing nothing but a pair of leather trousers. He had the same bracelets as mine, ornamenting his biceps. His skin was as tantalizing as his muscle definition. Sensual wasn’t enough to describe him. His perfect natural dirty blond hair was styled messily, making him look like a sexy incubus. He had a sculptured face, with dazzling blue eyes, strong and chiseled jaw, perfect cheekbones, and flawless plump lips. And I found myself swooning at the sight of him, especially because I knew what it was like to touch his body and to have him touching mine.

  Our eyes met, he got up from his chair, his eyes gaining life, and his lips drawing a smile. My heart pounded. I felt flustered because of his eyes on me, and my arms reached for him. One moment I was staring at him, and the next we were falling into one another’s arms. His mouth brushed mine, my torso leaned back, so I could reply to his kiss. Our tongues tangled, and my fingers gripped his shoulders, pressing his naked skin. My mind drifted away, my senses were focused on the floral perfume that filled the air, on the smooth sensation of his skin, and the mind-blowing kiss. He had soft lips and a demanding tongue. He grabbed my face, and it was getting hard to breathe. It was getting hard to want to breathe!

  “I’ve missed you,” he moaned, releasing my mouth just to keep kissing me on my neck, while forcing his lower body tighter against mine. I gasped, unable to say how much I had missed him, too. My body was eager enough to be taken, and I was glad to feel his protuberance against my stomach. I was impatient. I had been thinking about it all day, and I was more than ready by the time we kissed. It would happen right there on that bench. I noticed the four-posted bed out of the corner of my eye, but I was too impatient to even think about moving.

  His mouth on my cleavage made my eyes roll in pleasure. He was as impatient as I was. He ripped my tunic, revealing my naked skin, exposing my breasts. Soon enough, my garment fell down my legs and I was naked against him. There were just the bracelets and a chain of gold around my waist that used to hold my tunic.

  “You are so beautiful it hurts,” he gasped, softly nibbling my skin. I liked that a lot, and he understood it quite quickly the other night in the bed. He liked to please me, and it seemed that I only had to give over the control to please him. He was one of those men that felt pleasure by giving pleasure. He also liked to be dominant. Even if he made me think that I could also choose what I wanted to do to him or him to me. As a result of all the touching and kissing, moans were all that came out of my mouth. His sweet spoken words being responsible for increasing my yearning and warming my soul. I was not much of a talker during intercourse, but I didn’t mind hearing him say all those lovely things about me.

  I ruffled his hair, holding his head over my breasts, feeling my insides burn and quiver. I wanted his mouth lower. His hands trailed down my figure, making my body tingle. I tilted my head back, and softly whimpered with pleasure when his lips blazed my sex. He grabbed my hips, molding the shape of his fingers against my soft skin. He was on his knees, licking and tasting my intimacy and making fireworks explode inside my stomach. He was really skilled with his tongue, talented at making me spasm against his lips. I shivered, moving my sex against his mouth, wanting him to go deeper with his tongue and insert it inside of me. My clit was swollen and ready to explode in waves of pleasure. I just needed him to suck it harder and I would come.

  My legs failed to sustain my weight, and he let me collapse, helping me to kneel in front of him. Our eyes met while he was licking his lips. My hands trembled when they reached for his pants. My eyes were narrowed by desire, focusing on his blue eyes. When his cock popped out from his leather pants, after some struggle with the buttons, I looked down at it, using my hand to caress it from the tip to the bottom. I hadn’t had many opportunities to play with it, but once I had it in my hand I was not going to hold back and stop myself from stroking it. It was big and stiff. I felt my pussy get even wetter with the expectation of having it inside of me, filling me up and making me moan with pleasure. I stroked his balls, noticing how he was gasping for air while his cock jerked in my hand.

  “Play with it later, now I want you to climb on the top of me,” he whispered painfully, preventing my hand from stroking his cock, and making us stand up.

  I glanced at him, sucking on my lip, and acting innocent about what we were doing, which made him lean down and kiss me savagely. Once he sat on the bench and made me climb on top of him to receive his hot cock inside my walls, I closed my eyes in relief.

  The bench was made of granite, and it was cold and rough against my legs. I was straddling him, my arms laced around his neck, unsure of how that would work between us. He was buried deep inside of me, and it was amazing, but I wanted to move and ride him until we both got satisfied.

  I always forget that he was not a man, at least not a human man. Eylones and vampires are stronger than men, much s
tronger, and I was rather light, so it was easy for him to move me up and down, making his cock go in and out of me. I melted every time he thrusted inside. My nipples hardened and every pore of my skin quivered with pleasure. The hair on the back of my neck was electrified, making every soft caress of his fingers seem like a charge of adrenaline and lust. I eventually kneeled on the seat, not caring if it was hurting my knees, I needed to take over and make my own movements. I used his shoulders to help me get up and down and gave in to the dance of our hips together, and the sizzling fire it was creating.

  Galvin was moaning against my ear, gripping my butt harder every time I would go down his shaft. I didn’t want that pleasure ever to end. His moans were so sexy! He smelled good and his skin was extremely soft. It was just right to prolong the pleasure and wait for the orgasm to hit me powerfully and savagely. And it did. When I least expected, my insides tightened and trembled and a scream rolled out from my mouth. My whole body disintegrated and slumped over his. I couldn’t move anymore, and I didn’t need to because I felt his warm liquid filling my insides, and I heard growls of pleasure leaving his throat. He was squeezing me between his arms and legs, flattening my breasts and rocking our pelvises together. It made me gasp for air when another wave of pleasure rolled from him into me. I was feeling so relieved and light, when it was over, that I could just fall asleep between his arms, in that same position with him still inside me. I knew his cock was flattening out, but I couldn’t find the will to get off of him, and put an end to our embrace.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Mind-link

  FROM MY OWN EXPERIENCE, most men, after sex, simply turned their backs and fell asleep. They didn’t like to cuddle and take their time to let me enjoy it longer. But there he was, caressing my hair, letting my head rest on his shoulder and our bodies relax together. It wasn’t even an awkward silence, because I was feeling extremely well, my mind as lazy and relaxed as my body. And there were no stupid questions about how I was feeling, or if I had liked it or not. I think I had rather showed him how much I had enjoyed it. He had liked it, too.

  Suddenly, he got up with me in his arms in a bride style. I raised my eyes at him, languidly, unsure where we were going. Maybe he was taking me home so I could sleep. But as he climbed down the stairs, I saw a big, round, modern hot tub filled with water, with rose petals floating on the surface. Scents of ylang-ylang, rosewood, jasmine, and clary sage filled the air. I loved the smell. It was warm, sexy, and soothing. Goose bumps rippled down my flesh, craving what was coming next. My body welcomed the water, and my muscles relaxed once our bodies submerged. He nestled me in his lap, softly nibbling the back of my neck while rubbing my shoulders. I had closed my eyes, enjoying his touch.

  I shuddered when his hands cupped my breasts, and his fingers stroked my nipples. Then I gasped, nibbling my lower lip and tilting my head to the right, so his mouth could keep kissing and pleasuring me. My mind was spacing out, my eyelids were heavy, and passion was igniting my heart, making it beat faster once again. I raised my right hand, caressing his hair and face. He hugged me tighter, and I felt his ripped torso on my back and how aroused he was. His lips kept kissing the back of my neck, trailing patterns on my back and shoulders. His hands kept teasing my breasts. I was lost somewhere, floating and surrendering to the perfection of his touches. Then his hands retreated as he shifted behind, grabbing a sponge which he used to wash me meticulously.

  Once again, I submitted to his touch, to his hands caressing and teasing my sensitive spots, rubbing and increasing the yearning. Knowing that he was extremely hard against me only increased my satisfaction about what he was doing. It meant he thought I was sexy, and he was enjoying himself while washing me. The silence was also welcome. I didn’t want to talk. I didn’t want to fill the quietness with empty words or memories about my day. I also didn’t want to talk about feelings or about the past. The present was quite perfect as it was. But then it hit me, the irony of things. I was there with Galvin. I didn’t know if I should laugh or cry when I thought of who he was to me. I decided to just stay baffled by all that. Galvin lusting for me was as unexpected as me actually looking at him with raw lust and wanting to subjugate him again while listening to him moaning in pleasure against my ear. His sexy tone and the urgent desire he provoked in me gave me goose bumps.

  Nevertheless, my world was upside down and the last thing I wanted was to get hurt or hurt him by that matter. We were more than casual sexual partners, we were friends, hunters, apprentice and tutor—and I was overthinking things as always. I just had to come to terms that I was sexually attracted to him. I was wet just by staring at his naked torso and noticing his hard cock. I was already salivating for it, feeling it throbbing against my butt. The sexual attraction between us was as overwhelming as unexpected.

  I opened my eyes, staring at the moon and the stars. I had no clue where we were, or how he was able to make a love nest for us there. But it was beautiful and romantic. So romantic! I shivered, enjoying the view, enjoying his skin against mine, enjoying his hands overpowering my senses, gripping my body as if he couldn’t get enough of it. As I tensed in pleasure against his torso, his hands kept cupping my breasts and his teeth nibbling my neck. Luckily I healed fast, or I would have a lot of hickeys on the next day.

  Galvin moaned against my ear, moving his hand between my legs and using it to position his cock against the folds of my pussy. My hips moved involuntarily, hunger possessing me, my insides burning and my breasts tingling. I gasped, shivering with the length and the hardness of his manhood. I moaned when he began to rub his shaft against my folds, teasing my clit. His cock was so stiff that it hurt and excited me at the same time. I kept bouncing my hips, surrendering to the impatient feeling of yearning that was shooting down my body. When his hands grabbed my breasts to caress, I put my own hands over his, moaning in complaint, moving my hips faster, rocking him harder. My clit was swollen and my muscles were tight, I wanted to be released and, at the same time, I didn’t want the feeling ever to end.

  He sank his hand between my legs, holding on to the head of his penis and rocking it against my sensitive parts, preventing me from climaxing. “Open your mind-link,” he requested, pressing his fingers against my clit, and making me jerk.

  “What?” I asked, reality sinking in. I slightly opened my eyes, moving my hands to grab his. I caressed his fingers with mine, sensing the tension between my legs, nibbling my lip with the notion that my body was like a wave of fire just waiting to be unfolded and rippled against the sand.

  “I want to feel your orgasm inside my head, and I want you to feel mine,” he explained, bathing my ear with his hot and sexy voice while entwining his fingers in mine and circling my body with our arms.

  I opened my eyes wide, trying to decode what he meant by that. I didn’t know that it was possible, but again I had never had sex with someone like him. Only sorcerers could establish mind-links. I had let him inside my head, but I had walls to keep him away from my most personal thoughts. Now he wanted us to share our mind while fucking. Not fucking, we weren’t fucking. How stupid was I?

  I released myself from his hug. He didn’t try to stop me, he simply opened his eyes to stare at me, parted his gorgeous rose lips and gulped. I kneeled between his legs and stared deep inside his eyes. There it was, the vulnerability and the need for acceptance. I had that man at my feet, and I had never known about it. How could I have never noticed it before?

  “How long?” I asked with weak voice and aching heart.

  “What?” He asked, trembling voice, yearning unfulfilled. His hands moved over my waist, wanting to bring me closer to him. I shook my head because I wanted him to answer me. My question echoed inside his mind, and he finally replied. “It was not right away. It was–sometime after. I’m not easily impressed by people. But you’ve impressed me, Violet. I’d hoped you would take an interest on me. But I guess I reminded you a lot of him, didn’t I?”

  “At first, yes. There is some physical r
esemblance.”

  “I’m nothing like him.”

  “I know, Galvin,” I whispered, letting my forehead rest on his. “But I don’t want to talk about him. Not now. We are talking about ourselves. No one else will be brought to this conversation.”

  “Fair enough,” he said, smiling at me. I smiled back. He was gorgeous, absolutely divine. My hand touched his perfect skin, caressing his face. “Did you like my surprise?”

  “Oh yes,” I gasped, parting my lips and moving them to kiss his temples. His hands moved from my hips to take possession of my breasts, molding them and making me tilt my head back in reply.

  “I swear you are softer than silk, and I go out of my mind every time I touch you,” he whispered against my neck, making me move, so I could sit on the top of him. He helped me spread my legs and placed his cock against my core, teasing me before plunging it inside and sucking one of my breasts. “Now open our mind-link and let our pleasure mingle.”

  I was wet, but the yearning was making me really tight. His cock inside my walls was igniting the fire and increasing the burning sensation inside my stomach and between my legs.

  “Have you done this before?” I wondered, holding to his shoulders and letting the tightness inside me become softer and adapt to his length. His hands squeezed my buttocks, helping my hips to move on top of him.

  “It was long time ago, but trust me, you will enjoy it a lot,” he mumbled huskily against my wet skin. His words left me intrigued, but I had no right to feel jealous about something he did in the past. “Violet,” he moaned, making love to me softly and deeply. “I can promise that I just love you, only you, darling.”

  I held my breath, whimpering because of his romantic words, and the pleasure I was feeling between my legs, spreading across my body.

  “Galvin...” I didn’t know what to tell him, but my voice was shattered enough for him to know I was overwhelmed with pleasure and surprise by his declaration. His words made him vulnerable. It made me feel vulnerable too, especially because he said them to ease my mind and trust him. In return, I didn’t have anything similar to tell him and that crushed my soul a bit.