“Is that wrong?” Kaegan wondered with wide eyes. “I think idea of it is…intimate,” he smiled self-consciously, unsure if his Mistress would think him mad for romanticizing her bloodlust. “Drinking from me, my blood would be pumping through your veins. Your heart,” Kaegan blinked slowly, “and it would be my privilege, Mistress.” The idea of his Mistress draining him until there was nothing left made him shudder, “Your power thrills me. I could not stop you if you decided to do…that.” Kaegan swallowed before a smug smile blossomed on his lips, “Afraid you wouldn’t be able to control yourself, Mistress?”
His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his head in confusion when his Mistress moved off him. Kaegan watched her closely, lifting up to rest on his elbows as she pulled items from her dresser. Excitement thrummed through him, hurriedly assisting his Mistress with the removal of his trousers, and barely managed to resist to the urge to kick them off.
Kaegan’s breath hitched when she stroked him, thrusting into her fist. At the command to undress his Mistress, he clambered onto his knees without much grace, eager to touch her bare skin. His eyelashes fluttered at her attention to his cock, licking his lips. “But Mistress,” he hummed playfully, “won’t I have to touch you to remove your clothing?” Kaegan rested his hands on her hips and thumbed at her hipbones in circular caresses before teasing his fingertips under the hem of her shirt.
At her instruction, he tilted his head in deliberation. “I think I could do that,” he murmured, hands smoothing up her torso, blouse bunching over his wrist. “I am curious though. Could you give me a hint as to what my punishment would be?”