The bath

Carla leads Reagan by the hand into a massive bathroom with a tiled floor and stone walls. In the center of the room is a large sunken tub. The water is warm and bubbly and smells faintly of vanilla and lavender. There are candles lit around the room. Reagan can feel herself relax almost immediately. She had never been anywhere so luxurious before in her life.

Carla drops her robe, stepping naked into the tub. Reagan is in awe of Carla's statuesque figure, over six feet tall with the most flawless alabaster skin that Reagan has ever seen. Carla turns and motions for Reagan to join her.

Reagan feels nervous as she slips out of her bra, jeans and panties, leaving them in a pile on the floor next to Carla's robe.

Reagan feels the warm water soothe her muscles and calm her nerves as she sinks into the tub. She sees Carla watching her from across the tub, smiling softly. "Come here little one" Carla says, crooking her finger at Reagan. Reagan moves through the water towards Carla. Reagan settles into the large tub with her back to Carla, relaxing between her legs, feeling Carla's cool breasts against her back in the warm water.

Reagan sighs, closing her eyes, as she feels Carla's cool lips softly kissing her neck and shoulder, as Carla's hands reach around to cup Reagan's pert breasts. Carla's touch is so soothing. As Carla gently kneads the supple flesh of Reagan's breasts, Reagan finds herself thinking about what just happened in the other room with the captive girl.
Why am I so drawn to this.... Monster Reagan thinks, forcing herself to be honest with herself and say the word internally. She's a monster, but a stunningly beautiful one Reagan thinks, deeply conflicted. What has this woman done to me? Reagan wonders as Carla nibbles her earlobe.
"You seemed quite taken with my little display in the other room" Carla purrs into Reagan's ear. Reagan blushes, feeling like Carla is reading her mind. Carla's hand slides down Reagan's front to rest between Reagan's legs.

"I..." Reagan begins, unsure what to say. "I've never seen anything like that before..." She says, a bit embarrassed by her flustered inarticulateness in this moment.

"Tell me how it made you feel" Carla whispers into Reagan's ear.

"I can't even explain it..." Reagan answers honestly.

"I felt like I was seeing something sacred, that I wasn't meant to see. Something dark and mysterious and gorgeous."

Carla strokes her fingers slowly and firmly over Reagan's lips, slipping them into Reagan's wetness and coating them in Reagan's fluids. Reagan moans, her head rolling back against Carla's shoulder. Reagan can feel Carla's stiff nipples poking into her back.

Reagan gasps as Carla rubs her swollen clit in small circles. Reagan's hips buck against Carla's fingers. She can feel Carla's erect nipple against her back as Carla leans down to kiss her softly on the neck, before turning her face and capturing Reagan's lips with hers.

"I wanted to see her suffer" Reagan gasps, surprising herself by verbalizing desires she barely understood. "I wanted to bite her" Reagan says, writhing against Carla's fingers. Carla smiles, enormously satisfied with Reagan's progress.
"I know baby" Carla says, kissing and sucking on Reagan's neck. "That's totally natural". Carla's middle finger slips inside Reagan as her palm gently rubs circles over Reagan's clit. "They exist to bleed."

Reagan's thoughts are spinning. She can't believe the things she is hearing. She can't believe the things she is saying. God what is happening to me? She thinks, but is finding it harder to focus as Carla continues massaging her sex.

"Her blood tasted so good, didn't it?" Carla murmurs into Reagan's ear, biting it lightly and sending shivers up Reagan's spine.

"Yessss" Reagan hisses as Carla's fingers quicken their pace, rubbing over Reagan's g-spot in tighter circles, the heel of her hand pressing on Reagan's clit.

Reagan's breathing quickens as Carla continues to fondle her. She feels herself climbing towards climax, her walls squeezing Carla's finger.

"Don't stop" Reagan says huskily, her body quaking against Carla's chest.

"I want you to imagine biting her, hard, when you come" Carla commands. Reagan feels like she's being conditioned, but doesn't care. Carla's pace quickens as she sucks hard on Reagan's neck. "Picture her heart slowing and stopping. Imagine the power".

Reagan bucks against Carla's hand as she imagines draining the helpless ****, her life **** slipping away under Reagan's sharp teeth. Just as she's about to come, Reagan feels Carla's sharp teeth penetrate her shoulder. The sharp pain pushes her over the edge. She feels a dark thrill and a surge of power as she rides the waves of her orgasm, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

"Good girl" Carla whispers into Reagan's ear after withdrawing her fangs, gently massaging her mound and thighs as Reagan comes down from her high. Reagan relaxes against Carla, feeling utterly drained. Reagan is overwhelmed with a feeling of disorientation, her brain swimming as she comes down from her climax. She leans back against Carla, as Carla holds her tightly, gently stroking Reagan's hair. Reagan trembles and shudders, gasping in short breaths, her legs feeling like jello.
Reagan turns around to face Carla, straddling Carla's thighs in the warm relaxing water. Their breasts pressed together, Reagan kisses Carla as Carla's hands roam over Reagan's back. Carla squeezes Reagan's butt, kneading the firm muscle, as Reagan grinds her still sensitive sex against Carla's thigh.

"Thank you mo... Mistress" Reagan says, still out of breath. Reagan nuzzles into Carla's neck, her lips brushing against Carla's earlobe. "You are so beautiful" she whispers into Carla's ear before gently suckling on Carla's earlobe.

Reagan starts kissing Carla's neck softly, her hands wrapped around Carla's back, running up and down over Carla's delicate shoulders and down her spine. Reagan works her way down to Carla's collarbone and lower.

Reagan kisses over Carla's chest, pressing the soft mounds together and gently licking between them.
"Good girl" Carla murmurs affectionately, stroking Reagan's hair as Reagan suckles on Carla's hardening pink nipples, gently cupping Carla's breasts as she works them with her tongue. Carla eases Reagan off of her and gracefully move to sit on the edge of the tub. She suggestively spreads her legs, gently tugging on Reagan's head towards her.
Reagan trails kisses down Carla's torso, sliding down between Carla's legs. Reagan holds onto Carla's thighs as she kisses over Carla's belly button, looking up at Carla as she does so. Carla's eyes are half closed in relaxation, as Reagan continues down, kissing over the black patch of hair at the top of Carla's sex.

Carla looks down at Reagan expectantly.
Reagan looks up at Carla, Carla's long face framed beautifully by her large breasts. Reagan looks into Carla's eyes adoringly as she slowly kisses and nips at Carla's smooth thighs. She licks the crease between Carla's leg and groin.

Reagan plants soft kisses over Carla's outer lips, tracing Carla's vulva with her tongue. Reagan can feel the heat of Carla's core, but also a slight chill to her skin. Carla moans, gently tugging on Reagan's hair, keeping her in place.

Reagan slides her tongue over Carla's lips, then gently sucks on Carla's hard clit. Carla is silent, staring down at Reagan, her eyes glowing with pleasure and power. Carla strokes Reagan's hair affectionately. Reagan moans, loving Carla's unique taste. Her mouth waters as she kisses over Carla's pussy, gently dragging her tongue over Carla's tight opening.

"Good girl" Carla purrs, holding Reagan's face close to her sex, her scent intoxicating.

"Thank you...Mistress" Reagan says humbly as she laps at Carla's sex, wanting desperately to please Carla. Reagan nuzzles into the thick black hair at the top of Carla's sex, inhaling deeply before burying her face between Carla's legs once more, gently circling Carla's clit with her tongue.
"Make me come, little one" Carla whispers, spreading her legs wider to give Reagan better access.

Carla moans, "You're such a good girl..." as she rolls her hips, grinding her clit against Reagan's tongue. Carla reaches down to stroke Reagan's cheek as Reagan's thumb begins to gently massage Carla's ass. She lovingly sucks on Carla's clit, her tongue flicking over the stiff button.

Reagan slides a finger inside Carla's backdoor, slowly pumping it in and out as she flicks her tongue over Carla's engorged clit. Reagan gently squeezes Carla's nipple with her free hand as she slips another finger into Carla's tight asshole.
Reagan sucks harder on Carla's clit as she works her fingers in and out of Carla's hole in rhythm, listening to Carla's moans and sighs become louder and more intense. Carla grabs onto the side of the tub, bucking her hips against Reagan's face.

Carla trembles and moans as her orgasm hits, Reagan's tongue flicking over Carla's clit quickly and firmly. Carla tugs on Reagan's hair, pushing Reagan's face firmly against her pussy as she comes. Reagan feels her own core pulsing as she drinks in the essence of Carla's desire.

Carla keeps Reagan firmly in place, riding out the waves of her pleasure. Finally, Carla lets go of Reagan's head, sliding back down into the water to join Reagan.

Carla pulls Reagan into her lap, wrapping her arms around her and gently stroking her hair as Reagan cuddles up against her, her face pressed against Carla's neck and shoulder.

Carla's arms are cool but comforting, and Reagan feels a wave of relief wash over her as Carla's hands run up and down her back tenderly. Reagan nuzzles into Carla's neck, feeling small and **** and at peace.

As the mind-shattering intensity of her climax recedes, Reagan's mind races. She's aghast at the dark fantasies that she came too, feeling enormous guilt over what Carla is seemingly grooming her for.

Or at least, she thinks that she should be aghast. But she's not sure that she actually feels it. The one thing she knows is that she's not the same girl that she was yesterday morning.