He wondered how his Mistress’ past slaves behaved, and if she craved the pleasure that accompanied the victory in correcting a slave of rebellious conduct. “I know the chase is half the thrill,” Kaegan mused, “I could struggle if it’d please you more, Mistress.”
Eyelashes fluttering at the phantom scrape of her fingernails, his cock throbbed when he imagined the fantasy. Kaegan grasped the blouse in a firm grip, bunching it under his Mistress’ armpits at the mention of another slave, and pulled it over her head, not bothering to tug the material from her arms. He felt the churnings of jealousy low in his gut, though he had no right to be possessive, and surged forward to lick and nip at the column of his Mistress’ neck, hands roaming over her skin. Kaegan shifted closer on his knees and wrapped an arm around her to press his palm firmly against the small of her back. His other hand meandered lower, smoothing its way from her ribs to sneak under the vampire’s skirt, and curved his palm to cup her through her panties with trembling fingers.
Touch growing bolder, Kaegan purposefully grazed his fingertips in tight, slow circles against her clit through the flimsy material, exhaling a breath against her neck. Finally he couldn’t ignore it anymore, the urge too overwhelming. Kaegan worked her underwear down one-handed before pressing his mouth to the crook of her neck, worrying the skin before biting down with something akin to a growl. He placed a kiss against her faint pulse, mine mine mine echoing in his head like a mantra.