Chapter 40 - 38

Nikolaj was all too pleased with his army of monsters as they devoured Ava cruelly. His own mouth was attached on one of her nipples, sucking, licking, biting and drinking the deliciousness of her blood.

Her taste was exquisite, one of the best ones he had the pleasure to have in hundreds of years. His mind was filled with things he wanted to do to Ava. But she was Vishous's mate, so he was controlling himself desperately. If she were a true blood slut, she would have been unable to move even a limb of her body any longer.

His eyes fell shut as he imagined doing this to Sarah, his blood slut and beloved.

Blood sluts were treated like a princess in their world. A blood slut is a person whose blood a male or female vampire finds the most delicious to his tongue.

Outside of bedroom they are the princesses who are not allowed to put their feet where the ground is not covered with rug. And as soon as they are inside the room, they are not allowed to have even a peice of clothing on their body..

His mind slipped to the past when he had first met his sweet Sarah.

"Keep your arms up!" The sound of whip connecting against the delicate skin echoed throughout the hall. A man brought in the latest batch of slaves from the street.

This was nothing new for vampires. Nokolaj was sitting in the farthest corner in a plush, red chair, getting bored by every passing second when his eyes fell upon the delicate, timid human.

She was one of the slaves, her hands were tied in shakles behind her back and her neck had big iron collar, leaving red marks on her soft skin.

His gaze was stuck on her as she squiremed and fidgeted on her spot like a scared, nervous kitten. Her gaze lifted up slowly, her brown eyes meeting his red once instantly and then in that moment he knew, she was going to be his.

Ordering his men to pay for her inmediately, he asked them to have her bathed and in his room ready for him. When after an hour he was going to his room, the anticipation to see her naked skin was killing him from inside.

When he reached inside she was in an almost transparent white cloth. Her eyes were stuck on her fidgeting hands as she chewed upon her lower lips cruelly.

The glint in his eye became sharper. She looked like a fragile flower out of a beautiful pond. So frail, delicate and tempting. If seduction had an human form, he was seeing it right in front of his eyes.

She had been waxed everywhere for him. He stiffled a heavy groan of desire as her beautiful eyes shot to him in surprise.

She shot up on her feet immediately. Her eyes darting to the ground, near his feet.

But before she could look down, Nikolaj did not miss the sight of her eyes widening at the sight of his naked body, especially his cock.

Smirking mischievously, he took menacing steps towards her and she immediately stepped back on instinct.

"Do not move!" He ordered. His eyes got filled with red. She had still not been marked. And his mouth was dry as hell to make her his completely.

Her eyes shot up in shock at his words but she did not stop moving back. Defying his words. It made him angry, but aroused him equally.

"The more steps you take away from me, the harder I am going to punish you kitten." He growled, stepping forward menacingly without a pause.

Her steps halted immediately but it was already too late.

His hand palmed his cock, clutching it in a tight grip and stroking it from tip to the end, it was thick, and hard as hell. Just the sight of her naked had made him drip his cum.

Sitting on the bed he widened his thighs and looked up at her, "come here." He ordered, petting his thigh.

Taking a deep breath she stepped forward and came in front of him before sitting down gently on his thigh.

His hard cock touched the side of her hip, making her feel the veins and everything that engulfed those veins.

She barely weighted anything. He slipped his hand on her thigh. He felt her shiver in his lap.

"Does it feel nice to you?" He asked, slipping his hand slowly upwards and clenching his finges, rubbing the inside of her thigh gently, the knuckle of his finger touching the tip of her clit teasingly.

She sucked a quick breath in but did not dare to move from her spot. Nikolaj was her master now. She could not dare to defy or upset him in fear of unspeakable punishments.

"Answer me." Nikolaj growled, slipping his hand in her waist to pull her small body closer to his own and slipping his thumb over her throbbing clit, rubbing circles over it and trying to see how her face changed in pleasure while she sucked in a sharp breath, "does your cunt ache for me to give you more pleasure, give you more of the satisfaction that you are feeling the need of right now?"

"Ye.. yes." Sarah instantly whispered, afraid of his growl.

Her tone was gentle as hell while all he wanted to do was to hear her scream out his name.

Controlling his urge to play with her body until she begs to be allowed to take a breath was so overwhelming. His bloodlust was high as he inhaled her sweet scent. There was something enchanting with her.

Sarah squiremed restlessly as Nikolaj's thumb rubbed shameless circles over clit. Her pussy was on fire but all she could do was try to not strain the muscles of her thighs too much. She lips were sealed shut in fear of upsetting her master. What she did not know was that she was doing the exact thing that her master did not want her to do.

"You are very soft, love." Nikolaj groaned in desire as his cock strained in all its hardenss painfully, his fingers pinched and rubbed, explored her clit and her fuck hole gently, like touching a delicate flower and afraid of ripping the petals off by slight mistake, "I am going to make you mine."

Sarah felt scared from this feeling. Being a slave, she has had sex countless of times, but this feeling was something new. Whoever came to her had always quenched their thrust ruthlessly, not caring about her pleasure they had taken her over and over again till she could not breathe but she had never experienced pleasure herself, what the throbbing of someone's touch felt like. And right now, she coule not understand what she was feeling was even right or not.

"Master." She whispered, her scared gaze lifting up to meet Nikolaj's, "I feel something happening inside me. I... there is tingles inside me, especially where your finger is touching." Her eyes fell shut as she feared his wrath for feeling that she was not allowed to, "is this not right? What should I do, Master?"