Domination

Part 2, Segment 2

Gary crossed the distance between the doorway and the bed in the blink of an eye. He was entirely focused on this woman with whom he had spent the past years of his life. Unlike in the bar, where he was surrounded by voices and smells and bodies, he only had one with him now. Everything else was excluded, as he drank Lisa in with all his senses.

He started with a chaste kiss on her lips. If she was willing to go further, she would return the kiss, as she always had. If she didn’t want it, she would turn away.

Lisa’s lips pulled back from Gary’s, pausing, and then pressed towards him again. Gary held that next kiss, trying to send extra emphasis through the contact. For some reason, he knew that was one more special benefit of his new existence—he could supercharge even the slightest touches for his partner.

Lisa gasped slightly from the kiss, and her nipples hardened instantly. She opened her mouth, inviting Gary’s tongue, and she wrapped her arms around the back of his neck. Gary knew those signs well too. She was hot and ready.

With amazing precision, his fingers found the sensitive spots on Lisa’s body. He started with the spot on her back that always raised goosebumps. Then he slid his hand along her back, raising chills on her skin through the cotton nightshirt. Gary thought that in the future, she would have to wear something a little less concealing. Something smooth, like silk or satin. Or just nothing at all.

Suddenly, Lisa couldn’t get out of her shirt fast enough. Gary wondered if his thoughts had something to do with the fact that she was now naked except for her sheer panties. He didn’t really care why, though. He was happy to take advantage of the situation, treating Lisa’s breasts to many wet and passionate kisses.

He rolled one of her rock-hard nipples in his lips. He felt the shivers through her body as she rocked from his attention. “More,” she whispered. “Please, more.”

Gary nipped at her other tit, and she jumped with the slight pain and the great pleasure. He thought then of his time with Vanessa, and the one thing he never did with Lisa.

He kissed a fire-hot trail down her flat stomach, noting how it sank and rose with each breath. He had always loved watching her stomach and her chest rise and fall. It was a sign she was alive, which meant so much to him not so long ago.

There were fingers running through Gary’s hair as he pulled her panties down, exposing her sex. She was soaked, and the smell was sharp and sensual. Gary wondered why he had never noticed it before, and why he had let himself resist it. Well, he smiled to himself, I don’t have to resist it ever again.

Gary flicked his tongue along her lips, then inside her. Lisa’s eyes flashed wide and she took a sharp breath. “Gary, what are you doing? What are... I... ah... oooooooooh yeah...” Her head rolled back, and her hands relaxed on his head, and then grasped again as he connected with her clit. “God yes! YESSSSS!!!”

Lisa arched her back, raising herself at the god between her legs. She was cumming uncontrollably, and all the noises she made merged into a continuous babbling moan of pleasure. She thought to beg and plead for him to not stop, but the words were too complex for her mind to turn into vocalizations. But Gary knew, because he heard her thoughts now too.

“Lisa, my love,” he said as he paused from his oral attention, “would you give yourself to me?”

It was a struggle, but she made the word come out: “Anything!”

“You would be my **** even?”

He saw the dream in her mind for the first time. What she always wanted was coming true, and he had the power to make it so. “Yes, please yes,” she moaned.

He crawled up, looming over her writhing body. “You want me to control you.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to dominate you.”

“Yes.”

“You want to serve me, to worship me, to pleasure me as I pleasure you.”

“YES! YES! YES!”

That was all he needed to hear. He opened his mouth wide, and his fangs shone bright, ready.

The points of his fangs pierced the luscious skin of her breast, and he felt the heart-blood flow into him. Flooding him. It was an uncontrollable torrent, irresistable and all-consuming.

And moments later, he knew he had to stop. A sense within him, almost a voice, told him he had done what he had to do, and took what he needed.

The taste soon subsided, and the blood haze dissipated. He looked down to see Lisa, still bucking from a string of orgasms. Her blood tricked down into the valley between her breasts. And her eyes were wide open, staring up at him.

“Master... thank you, master...”