The Sacrifice by Evangeline Anderson
After dinner we usually spend time together in the study although sometimes we skip that if Aiden has decided to continue my 'education' in the bedroom. Often he dresses me in revealing outfits and makes me parade around in ridiculously high heels, putting on a show for his enjoyment. At first this made me uncomfortable but slowly, the realization that he really does like my body has made me like it more too. So what if I’m not a super model? Real women have curves and if my master wants me to show mine off, why not? Besides, he loves to touch me and tease me when I’m dressed up for him and I love the feel of his hands and mouth on my body.
But the nights we play 'dress up' are nothing to the nights he ties me up. Sometimes he ties me to the bed with silk scarves and spends hours teasing me with feathers and ice cubes and different kinds of nipple clamps. Once he tied me to the bedpost, a silk rope wrapped around my body, crisscrossing my breasts and pulled up tight between my pussy lips. He teased for what seemed like forever, touching, sucking, biting until I begged for release and called him 'Master' in a broken, longing voice. Only then did he finally let me come.
But even after all this, he still hasn’t fucked me. He says he’s preparing me, getting me ready to take him when the time comes. Sometimes I want him inside me so badly I ache, but as far as I know, he still has no plans to take me in the immediate future. I’m trying to be patient but it’s really hard.
So when Lexy begs to come over and see me, I’m reluctant. I’m living a whole different life now and besides, I would have to talk to her while wearing the harness. I’ve been sorely tempted to take it off at times but I’ve always resisted the temptation because Aiden is so adamant about me never, ever removing it. I’m sure Lexy would sense something was going on if she came over and I was walking funny and I’m just not ready to get into the nitty gritty details of what Aiden does to me yet. I know my cousin and best friend has had lots and lots of sex but I doubt she’s ever had the kind of relationship I have with my new master.
Thinking of that makes me remember what happened last night…
“I’m home, darling,” he murmurs, stepping into the study and laying a flat black, expensive looking briefcase on the desk.
“Oh, hello.” I look up guiltily from the laptop. “I was just…just doing some homework.” My Herbology professor has been very accommodating about letting me do assignments online. However, I’m still not sure what I’m going to do about my final exam, which is coming up soon. I’ll really have to be there in person for that and Aiden will just have to understand. Although how I’m going to make him understand, I’m not sure. He’s so protective it’s ridiculous.
“Homework, hmm?” he murmurs, looking over my shoulder. I try to minimize the image but it’s too late—he’s seen it. On the screen a woman lies bound and gagged. Her legs are spread and she’s been double penetrated—her pussy stuffed with her master’s cock and her anus filled with what looks like a kind of tail. It’s a thick black wand with multiple thin, leather strands attached to the end. The image both fascinates and frightens me. I’m getting quite used to Aiden mastering my pussy but he hasn’t yet tried anything further.
“This intrigues you?” Aiden asks, looking at the screen and then at me, one eyebrow raised.
I can feel my skin getting hot as a blush rises to my cheeks. I cross my legs, feeling the phallus shifting inside me and nod shortly. “Maybe.”
“Interesting,” he murmurs. “I hadn’t intended to start anal play until after I claimed your pussy but we can begin sooner if you wish.”
“I don’t…I’m n-not sure…that’s not the only thing that…that I find, uh, interesting,” I say, stuttering in embarrassment.
“Is it the double penetration?” Aiden asks, matter-of-factly. “Because I do have another harness, darling—one with room for two phalluses instead of just one.”
“It’s not a dildo I want inside me,” I burst out, my irritation finally overcoming my embarrassment. “It’s you!” I bite my lip and look down at my hands. “It’s you, Master,” I say in a whisper.
“Oh?” Aiden lifts my chin and looks into my eyes. “Are you frustrated, darling? Wondering when I’m finally going to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I admit. “It’s been almost a month since you claimed me as your sacrifice and I’m still technically a virgin. I think I’m ready now, Aiden…Master. I want…want you inside me.” I blush as I say it, my cheeks getting even hotter but I can’t hold this in anymore. He hasn’t let me come for the past two days and I’m going a little crazy.
“You’re not ready yet,” he says softly. “I know you think you are, Emma, but the phallus you’re wearing still isn’t nearly as large as what you’re going to have to accommodate the first time I take you.”
I look at the growing bulge in his expensive charcoal suit pants and know he’s right. Still, I want him.
“I’ll stretch,” I say impatiently. “The female body is made to open—I’m sure I’ll be able to manage having you inside me. It might be a little tight at first but—”
“It’s not only your body that needs to be ready but your mind,” Aiden tells me. “You’re not ready to completely surrender yourself to me yet, darling. And until you are, I won’t take your virginity. Won’t fill your pussy with my cock and my cum.”
Just hearing those dirty words in his deep voice sets my heart pounding. Goddess, I want him but he’s determined not to take me yet. “What can I do?” I say, hearing the sexual frustration in my own voice but unable to do anything about it. “How can I prove I’m ready?”
Aiden frowns thoughtfully. “If you’re that determined to prove yourself, you can come to dinner with me tonight.”
“Dinner?” I feel exasperated all over again. “We eat dinner together every night.” Well, I eat—he mostly feeds me and does obscenely delicious things to my body. But still…
“Tonight it’s going to be different,” Aiden promises me, his gray eyes gleaming. “Tonight we’re going out. But first we have to get you ready.”
He takes me into the bathroom, rolls up his sleeves, and gives me a bath. Not a shower but a long, slow, leisurely bubble bath. He shampoos and conditions my hair, rinsing it carefully so as not to get any suds in my eyes. He washes every part of my body by hand, paying careful attention to my breasts and pussy. I moan aloud as he caresses my tender nipples with soapy hands and then dives lower, cupping my pussy and stroking my throbbing clit beneath the heated water. I’m so close—I feel like I’ve been on the edge for days and I wonder if he’ll let me come tonight or just tease me some more.
After soaping me all over, Aiden shaves beneath my arms and also my legs. I felt strange the first time he did this—it’s such a personal act and one I’ve always performed for myself. But I’m used to it now, just as I’m used to him feeding me and brushing my hair and tucking me into bed at night. Sometimes I feel less like his sex slave and more like a much loved, well cared for child. Taking care of me seems to give my master almost as much pleasure as touching and teasing me sexually. And gradually, I’m getting used to it.
Tonight, however, Aiden raises the bar. After taking me out of the tub and drying me thoroughly, he leads me over to the bed and has me lay down on my back with my legs hanging over the edge.
“Hold on a minute, darling,” he says and disappears back into the master bathroom.
He removed the harness before putting me in the tub and I feel bare and empty and intensely vulnerable just lying there open like this. Thank goodness, I don’t have to wait for long. When he returns, he’s carrying some steaming hot washcloths, a can of women’s gel shaving cream, and a pink razor.
“What are you doing?” I raise up on my elbows to watch him as he settles between my thighs and arranges the things he’s brought with him.
“Shaving you,” he murmurs and puts one of the steaming hot washcloths over my naked pussy mound.
I gasp and writhe—the intense heat from the steamy cloth is almost too much to bear. But it’s clear from
“But you already shaved my legs and under my arms,” I protest, still writhing. “Why…why do you want to shave me there?” And more to the point, why does he find it necessary? I keep the area extremely neat and well-trimmed. What’s the point of shaving it ?
“Tell me, darling,” he says, answering my question with a question of his own as he so often does. “Have you ever shaved or waxed your pussy completely bare?”
“Well…” I bite my lip. “No, not really.”
“It makes you incredibly sensitive to the least sensation,” Aiden assures me, removing the first washcloth and stroking the cool, soothing shaving gel over my mound with his long fingers. “And I need you to be sensitive—very sensitive tonight.”
“I…I don’t understand,” I say. “Where are we going anyway—some kind of strip club?”
He laughs. “Hardly. I’ve made us a reservation at Bern's.”
“Bern's?” I look at him blankly as he lifts the razor and begins, very delicately and with utmost precision, to shave me.
“Yes, Bern's,” he says shortly.
Bern's is one of Tampa’s oldest, finest, and most expensive restaurants. They primarily serve aged steak so tender you could cut it with a fork—or so I’ve been told. I’ve never actually been there but Lexy has. According to her, they have a bottle of wine on the menu that costs as much as a nice house. Supposedly it belonged to Napoleon.
“Why are we going there?” I ask, trying to keep my mind off how vulnerable it makes me feel to have Aiden perform such an intimate service for me. I can feel his long fingers holding me carefully, stroking the razor over my skin to make sure I’m utterly and completely bare for him. My clit tingles every time he brushes it until I wonder if he’s doing it on purpose. “Do…” I can barely get the words out. “Do you have a craving for steak?”
“Not exactly.” Aiden looks up for a moment, his gray eyes half-lidded. “Nearly done now, darling. To answer your question, we are going to Bern's because the staff there is very…accommodating. I’ve reserved us a private room.”
Accommodating? I don’t like the sound of that. I have a sudden thought that makes me cold all over. “You’re not…you don’t expect me to go out in public naked, do you?” I’ve gotten almost used to being bare all the time in his home. After all, I mostly have the place all to myself except for Barnes who I almost never see. And, more importantly, I’m sure he can’t see me because of his blindness.
Aiden gives me a stern look. “And what if I did expect such a thing, Emma? Would you refuse me?”
I swallow hard, trying to think how to phrase my answer. “There are limits, Master,” I say, my voice sounding choked. “Lines you can’t cross in public. I mean, it’s one thing for us to…to do these things here in private at your house. But—”
“But submitting to me in public, where other people can see is out of the question?” His eyes are cool now, dangerous. “We shall see about that, darling.”
“Aiden, please—”
He holds up a hand to stop me. “You will be dressed tonight, Emma, never fear. It may not be an outfit you would choose for yourself but it will cover you adequately, that I promise.” He puts down the razor and strokes my bare skin gently with the second warm washcloth. “There,” he murmurs. “Finished.”
I look down at myself and see that I’m completely bare between my legs. I bite my lip, feeling incredibly naked—I didn’t realize how much my little thatch of light brown curls hid. Now it’s possible to see my outer pussy lips clearly as well as my slit. Even my clit seems more prominent, peeking out from between my slippery inner folds, as if begging for attention.
“You have the most beautiful pussy,” Aiden murmurs, looking up to meet my eyes. “I love how wet you get for me, my darling.”
“You…you do?” I whisper breathlessly. He’s said similar things before but he seems to be in a particular mood tonight.
“Of course. Look.” Still holding my eyes with his, he opens me with his thumbs, revealing my slick pink interior. “Look at how creamy and swollen your little cunt is,” he says, spreading me wide. “It needs to be touched. Needs to be tasted and stroked and licked. Tell me, Emma,” he murmurs. “Do you want me to kiss your pussy? Do you want me to go down on you and lick your hot little cunt?”
Goddess! I can barely breathe I’m so hot. “Yes,” I whisper, unable to deny my need. “Yes, please, Master. Please.”
“There’s just one thing,” Aiden murmurs, his breath hot on my exposed inner pussy. “I won’t make you come—not yet. Knowing that, do you still want me to taste you? Do you still want my mouth on your pussy, my tongue deep inside you, darling?”
I bite my lip in frustration. When is he going to allow me a release? It’s been days since my last orgasm and I’m dying to come. But there’s no question that I still want his mouth on me. “Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, I still do…I still want it.”
“Good girl,” Aiden breathes and then he tastes me, lapping my open pussy in long, slow strokes that send me quivering to the edge, just a heartbeat from coming. But though he traces my swollen, needy clit with his tongue until I think I’m going to scream, Aiden somehow manages never to push me over that elusive edge. He seems to possess some sixth sense that tells him exactly when I’m about to come. It allows him to pull back at the last instant, leaving me wanting him so badly I think I’m going to die.
After twenty minutes of this I’m so sensitive I don’t think I can take it any longer. My master seems to sense this because he finishes by lifting my hips and slipping his tongue deep into my pussy entrance. He growls low in his throat with pleasure as he tastes my honey from the source and I gasp at the feel of him pressing inside me. It feels so good, so right, but it’s just not enough. I need more…more.
“Please, Master, I need more,” I beg shamelessly as he at last releases me and sits back, licking his lips.
“And you’ll get more, darling,” he purrs softly, stroking my inner thigh. “A little later tonight.” He rises easily, as though he hadn’t just spent the last half hour on his knees going down on me and lifts me off the bed. “Come, it’s time to get you dressed.”
It occurs to me as he goes to the wardrobe, that I felt the press of his fangs against me while he went down on me and yet he somehow didn’t so much as scratch me. That leads to the realization that he hasn’t bitten me at all, since that first night when he claimed me. Is he getting his blood somewhere else? The thought makes me feel irrationally jealous.
“Master,” I say, trying to think how to word the question. “Are you going to eat tonight?”
“I may.” He shrugs as he digs through the layers of clothing hung neatly in the wardrobe. “Honestly I’m more interested in satisfying other appetites.”
“Like…your appetite for blood?” I ask softly, not sure if I ought to be talking about this or not.
He turns from the wardrobe, frowning. “Why do you ask?”
“Well, it’s just…” I look down at the carpet. “You haven’t bitten me since our first night at the Sacrifice Ceremony. I thought you might be getting, well…thirsty.”
He looks at me directly. “Do you want me to bite you, Emma?”
“No,” I say at once, before I think. “I mean, it hurts. But I don’t…don’t want you to bite anyone else either,” I finish in a small voice.
He gives an amused chuckle. “I’m not a young vampire, darling—I don’t need much blood. But you’re saying you want me to get it from you, when I do need it?”
I bite my lip. “Yes, I guess so. That’s what I’m saying.”
“Even if it hurts?”
I remember the sharp pain of those gleaming white fangs driving into my wrist and can’t help shivering. But I’m sure of what I want. “Yes,” I say. “Even though it hurts.”
“It doesn’t have to hurt, you know,” Aiden says softly. “If you’d let me in and stop resisting so much I could
I don’t see how being bitten could be pleasurable but then, I used to think the same thing about being spanked and punished. Aiden is slowly changing my outlook on pain. Also, I can’t help remembering the strange burst of pleasure that seemed to follow the pain during that first bite—was that him?
“Are you saying you can get inside my mind?” I ask. I’ve heard that some very powerful vampires have this skill. It would certainly explain how he always seems to know what I’m thinking. Also the way I heard him talking inside my head while he was drinking from me.
Aiden shakes his head. “Not unless you make the conscious decision to let me in. But until you embrace the bond between us, that will never happen.”
I’m not sure what embracing the bond he’s talking about entails but before I can ask, he presents me with a skirt and blouse and says, “Here. Put these on.”
“All right.” The clothes look normal enough—a thin white silk blouse paired with a plain black pencil skirt. But… “Where’s the underwear?” I ask, thinking he must have forgotten them. “I mean, I can’t wear this with no bra under it.” I gesture at the white blouse. “It’s practically see-through. You’ll be able to see everything right through it.”
“Exactly.” Aiden gives me a slow smile. “Now put it on, Emma.”
“But—” The words of protest die on my lips at the stern look on his face.
“I said, put it on. Don’t make me punish you before we go out tonight. I can promise you that sitting down for a two hour dinner will be much less pleasurable if your ass is stinging from my belt.”
That gets me moving. After all, the skirt looks normal—if a little short. And maybe the blouse isn’t as see-through as it looks.
Except it is.