"If you would want that.” He took the small step forward to close the gap between us, his body now pressed against mine. “I can't even promise that I can get you back home now as it is."
I moved with his motions, wrapping my fingers around his arms. A new need surfaced in me as I watched him stroke himself. I didn’t know why I found it so hot. Why am I loving this? He just wants to use me. I should be repulsed. He stroked faster and I gulped wanting to touch him myself. “Why would you want me to stay? Need another blood doll or bored with your servant sex?” I poked at him with my words. It was now a game I was playing – taunting him with my words to see how far he would take me.
"Is that what you want? A brand on your ass cheek labeling you mine?" He moved my hand so it slid up and down his cock.
I moved his hand to take over, stroking him, my free hand running up his chest. My breathing picked up as I moved my hand up and down his shaft. “A brand? No thanks. Not into that whole pain thing. I just didn’t think you’re into claiming women or taking yourself off the market. You know... that whole monogamy thing.”
"Such a big word. Perhaps it’s not one I’ve liked the sound of in the past." His hand slipped between my legs, pressing a finger into my folds. "You are so wet.”
I moaned, despite trying to keep from giving in. “Big word? I just meant that I didn’t figure you for the relationship type. I can see you claiming a woman for yourself but to care who or what she does when she’s not servicing you or to not partake in others and be with one woman? While I’m that type, I certainly don’t see you that way.”
"I don't know if I could be that type if I am honest." He gripped my hips and set me up on the long dresser nearby, pushing the items that sat on its surface aside. “I am dying for a taste."
“Then taste me.” I ran my hands through his hair.
Kneeling down before me, his eyes came up, a sinister look on his face. “But I will say this; if you taste as good as you fuck, I just might be.”
“I can see that you’re not. But...” I moaned as he reached my clit. “Are you saying that’s what you want? Have you fallen for me?” I liked Turning his words back on him, taunting him.
He gripped my thighs and pulled me into him. His long tongue slid deep inside, licking and swirling, exploring me. He only pulled free to answer. "You would like that."
He dove back in, eagerly flicking my clit with his tongue. My moans, accompanied by whimpers and my stomach still growling, having not eaten yet. I was losing the upper hand. I could feel it as his tongue danced around my opening. “I would like that, huh? Nope. You are a type.” My hands slipped, and I started to fall.
He grabbed me up, balancing me as he continued. "What type is that?" He smiled up at me and gently bit my thigh, not enough to draw blood, before teasing my clit with his tongue even more.
I shook my head with a mixed reaction. I didn’t want him to stop. “Carnal.” Is all I could say before I tilted my head back and let out a loud moan. His name wasn’t far from my lips. But I didn’t dare give him that power, yet.
I was close to cumming the same servant came in through the door, again without knocking. I snapped up and tried to find something to cover myself. “Privacy and respect!”
I frantically searched for a cover, unable to find even a shirt or a curtain… any fabric within reach. I struggled, but Kane held on to me. His grip tightened, keeping me from escaping as he kept eating me out like I should be ignoring the servant. It was a blissful torment. Heat spread across my cheeks, and I watched as she blushed, placing the food and water on the side table and left in a hurry.
I squirmed, trying to get away. My embarrassment only slightly lessened as the servant left the room. “Oh god!” I blurted in both pleasure and frustration, my hands on his shoulders, pressing as my back arched.
He slowly pulled free and slipped his fingers inside me as he kissed my inner thighs. "If you are going to be with me, you need to learn that they do not matter." He leaned back in, moving his tongue to my wet clit then dragging it down over my opening and back up. Licking in circles brushing my mound with his tongue ever so softly.
I continued to squirm, torn between wanting to make a point and wanting to get lost in him. “But they shouldn’t be privileged to see me naked, let alone in this intimate situation with you. And does it not matter that seeing you makes them want you even more? Or is that what you want? And will they not hate having to see me with you?” I looked down at him. “Is it so difficult a thing to have some modesty and have them knock? Or do you wish to encourage their longings?”
"It does turn me on if that is what you ask. However, if it upsets you this much then I will have words with them." He resumed licking my clit while pressing his fingers deeper as his free hand went to his cock, his movements becoming heated.
