Chapter 33

S imon's blood was surprisingly sweet and pleasant to drink. It was thick and slightly warm, and I made sure I swallowed all of it. When I finished, I set the glass back down on the coffee table, nodding weakly. Simon stood, holding out his hand. I took it, and he led me to his bedroom and closed the door behind us.

Every one of my muscles coiled in anticipation, and I was afraid to turn away from him. Any moment now, I was going to die. Equal parts of me wanted to see it coming and longed to be blind until it was too late. When I glanced at Simon, though, his eyes were soft.

He stepped toward me, tilting my chin up.

I thought for sure he was going to do it then.

Instead, he kissed me.

I whimpered in surprise, but returned his kiss. Simon hummed into my mouth, his hands falling to glide over my hips and pull me closer to him. I trembled, gripping the front of his shirt to keep myself balanced. He took one step closer, then another. I followed his movements, backing toward the bed. When my calves hit the edge of the frame, my breath caught.

Simon caught me before I fell back, lowering me to the bed without his mouth ever leaving mine. His delicate kisses continued as we settled against the mattress. His tongue flicked against mine only once before his lips trailed over my jaw and down my throat. I tensed for half a second before he continued lower, untying the front of the robe to expose me to him.

I sighed when his mouth found my breasts, licking and sucking. My terror and apprehension over what would happen this evening faded, replaced by a burning deep within me. Simon slipped off the bed to kneel on the floor, gripping my thighs and pulling me to the edge.

His tongue found my core, licking up the full length of me as he groaned deeply. "I could drown in the taste of your pussy," he growled against me.

"Fuck," was all I could think to say.

Simon chuckled, exploring every inch of me with his tongue. He licked circles around my clit, dipped his tongue inside me, and nipped lightly at my thighs. I rolled my hips into his touch, content to lose myself in the pleasure he provided. A sharp pain shot through me as his teeth grazed my clit; he replaced the sensation with his lips as he sucked softly. The burning inside me grew hotter and hotter with every thrust of his tongue.

He adjusted slightly, reaching up to push two fingers into my mouth. I moaned, licking and sucking and leaving them drenched. He hummed in approval. My toes curled as he slipped his fingers inside me, thrusting in rhythm with his tongue.

"My god, Simon, yes," I begged, pushing my hips harder against his mouth. When I thought the fire couldn't burn any brighter, it exploded.

I came with his name on my tongue.

Simon stood after coaxing me through my orgasm, quickly unbuckling his belt. I sat up to reach for him, but he stopped me, placing one knee between my thighs and pinning my arms above my head. I yelped as he tied my wrists between his belt, tight enough to sting but not hurt.

"I want to touch you," I argued, tugging on the restraints as he secured them to his headboard.

"No."

"What?" I laughed once.

Simon chuckled, stepping away from me. "You're going to lay still and take your pleasure like a good girl."

"But-"

"Do I need to gag you too?" His voice darkened.

My eyes widened. "No."

Simon undid the buttons on his shirt. "Good, because I'd love to fuck your mouth."

I stayed where I was, laid bare on his bed, while he undressed. He crossed the room, opening a drawer on his nightstand. My breath caught at the sight of the rabbit vibrator he pulled out. I practically salivated as he approached me.

"Thought you should know I bought this for you. It's brand new," he hummed as he crawled onto the bed. "Open your mouth."

I didn't have time to contemplate what his buying me a vibrator meant before he pressed it to my lips. I opened my mouth obediently, swirling my tongue around the pink vibrator—making sure it was wet enough. Simon continued to kneel next to my head, reaching between my legs to brush his fingers over my sensitive skin before slipping the vibrator into me.

I whined, arching into him at the sudden fullness. Simon's growl rumbled in his chest and a devious glint flashed in his eyes as he pressed the button. The sudden vibrations coursed through me, and I couldn't stop the cry that escaped my lips.

"Good girl," Simon said, adjusting the vibrator to press fully against my clit. I pushed my hips into it, clenching around it and moaning as pleasure rolled through me in waves. "Open your mouth again, my darling."

I did, and he moved his hips forward to rest his length against my tongue, allowing me to take him as deep as I was comfortable with. Instinctively, I tried to move my hands to touch him, but was met with the resistance of the belt. Simon chuckled, pressing his hips forward a little more.

"Tug on the belt three short times if you want me to stop," he said.

I nodded once.

I could hardly focus on what I was doing with my mouth as my second orgasm barrelled closer and closer, threatening to break me. Simon took over the movements, fucking my mouth as I thrust my hips against the vibrator he held inside me.

When my second orgasm destroyed me, I saw stars.

But Simon wasn't done with me; he simply switched the mode on the vibrator without pulling it away to give me a break. I tugged hard on the restraints, my whole body convulsing with pleasure. With each inch I tried to pull away from the vibration, Simon followed.

"Again, Lucinda. Come again and I'll let you go," he demanded.

I couldn't possibly.

I was going to.

I screamed around his length when my third orgasm took over, sending me spiraling. Simon pressed himself deeper into my mouth with a snarl. My whole body writhed beneath him. I thought I might lose my mind.

When I thought I would break, Simon pulled away.

I gasped for air, sobbing weakly as he slipped the vibrator out of me and tossed it aside on the bed.

"You did well," he hummed, nestling himself between my thighs. I whined my agreement, my vision blurred and my body limp. "I think I'll reward you with my cock."

I sobbed when Simon pushed himself into me, grinding his hips on mine as soon as he was seated as deep as he could be. Hysterical, I pressed my hips against his, taking everything he offered me. I was out of my mind with desire, my whole body alight with the fire of Simon's touch.

He fucked me relentlessly, lifting my hips off the mattress and holding me at the perfect angle. Over and over and over again, he thrust into me.

"Can you give me one more?" He snarled.

"No," I cried, even though I never wanted him to stop.

"I think you can."

Simon's hand fell between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit. He rubbed quick circles while he fucked me. I had never felt so sensitive before, never been so sure I was going to break beneath the touch of a man.

"Simon, please." I wasn't even sure what I was begging for.

"That's it, my darling. A little more, I know you can do it," he coaxed. "Come on, baby, I want to feel you come around my cock."

Euphoria.

I think I screamed. I barely heard Simon's cries as he followed me over the edge, pinning me to the bed.

My eyes drooped as he crawled off me, undoing the belt over my head. My arms slumped to my sides in exhaustion, red welts decorating my wrists. Simon kissed over the marks on my skin, trailing his mouth down the inside of my arm to my shoulder.

"You're fucking perfect," he mumbled when he reached my throat. I hummed in response, unable to form actual words.

Simon's fangs sank into my skin, and I gripped his shoulders in surprise for half a moment before I relaxed against the feeling of his tongue on my throat.

A moment later, I was too tired to open my eyes.

It seemed like he'd been drinking for a long time. I wondered if I should stop him. My arms felt too heavy to lift.

I was so tired.

"Simon," I whispered, the only indication I could give that he should stop.

He didn't.

Sleep overcame me.