Breath stuttering in shock, Kaegan let out a low moan when his Mistress yanked his head back, an eruption of pain blossoming through his skull. He gazed up at her adoringly between slow blinks, tongue swiping over his bottom lip. A smirk played on his mouth at naughty boy, finding the endearment equally pleasurable as when the vampire stroked her fingers through his hair and whispered how good and sweet he was.
Kaegan whimpered at the thought of having his hands bound, the denial of being able to caress and worship his Mistress’ skin, but the lack of control and the assertion of her dominance aroused him. Scrambling from the bed, he sank to his knees, the floor hard and unforgiving under him. Kaegan rested his palms against his thighs, smile pulling at his mouth at the urge to stroke himself, curious if his Mistress would reprimand him. It wasn’t every day he had the opportunity to pleasure himself—although his body wasn’t his to pleasure, not without being instructed to—and he decided to seize the moment.
He wrapped a trembling hand around his cock, hips jolting forward with the contact. Kaegan stroked once, twice—cinching the base of his shaft and teasing his balls on the downward stroke, fist gliding up to sweep his thumb just under the head—and gazed up at his Mistress, bottom lip pulled between his teeth.