Office

He thought about taking Ariana to his crypt, but that was on the far side of town, and he couldn’t wait. Besides, he did not want to kill her, or turn her…not on this night at least. He breathed deeply, he could smell her sweet blood pumping beneath her skin, a more intoxicating scent than any he had sensed before; he also smelled the lingering scent of fear, which only added to the intoxicating nature of the mixture of scents; then there was another scent, one had had smelled before, but only up close…for it was the scent of womanly desire, and he knew her pussy was wet. He growled in lust and hunger, and it took all his self control not to take her there and then.

“Follow me to my office.” He said, his voice deep and husky.

“Yes sir.” She replied, her own voice sultry, and filled with lust.

She followed him dutifully down the hall to his office, where he closed the door behind them and locked it. He sat in his seat and studied her. Her nipples were hard and poking through the thin cloth of her shirt, and she kept rubbing her thighs together, as she chewed her bottom lip. A slight moan slipped from between her lips…lips he couldn’t wait to have wrapped around his Cock.

Not yet, he wanted to draw this out, so he asked a question. “What’s with the collar? It looks…kinky.”

Ariana blushed, moving a hand to it. “Elizabeth and I went to a costume party last night,” she began; Elizabeth, Beth for short, was his stepdaughter, “and I decided to go as a slutty sex ****. I thought it’d be fun. Beth thought it would be funny to lock it, and keep the key.” She chewed her lip, touching the tag attached to the collar. “It’s embarrassing…but also hot.”

Darius nodded, then gestured at the floor before him. “Come here. Kneel. Let me see that tag.” His voice was commanding, and she felt compelled to obey. Obediently she knelt before him, between his spread legs.

Her breathing quickened as did her pulse, and her rapturous scent was nearly overpowering. He reached out with his hand and caressed her left cheek; his hand was cold against her hot flesh, which made her shiver…then moan in lust. She spread her thighs, and the wanton scent of her lust became stronger. His hand moved to the tag, and he read words there: ‘Property of D’.

Though he believed he knew the answer he still asked: “Who is this D?”

She moaned again, blushing deeply, lowering her gaze, then whispered in embarrassment: “It’s you, Sir. I’ve always thought you were hot. I’ve fantasized about you.”

He cupped her chin and made her look at him. “Have you masturbated while thinking about me?”

She nodded, chewing her lip, then whispered lustily: “Yes Sir.” She hesitated before continuing. “In truth whenever my boyfriend fucked me I pretended it was you.”

He smiled at that, then spoke again. “Do you remember Beth’s birthday last week? The day she turned 19? Which was two days after your own 19th birthday.”

Again Ariana nodded. “Yes Sir, I do.”