A Small Price to Pay Pt. 01

"Would you like me to stroke you right now? Make you finish in my hand?"

I swallowed. "Yes."

"And what if I just want to keep my hand around your cock for a little while longer?"

A tiny, hopeless sound escaped my lips. And suddenly, a thought struck. I could just... push forward a little. She wouldn't even notice. I found my stomach twitching, my muscles fighting competing impulses and desires.

"I know what you're thinking, little Erik," the countess admonished.

My eyes widened. "I'm sorry, my lady, I--"

"Shh. Let me tell you a thing about myself. I am not in the habit of leaving my toys unfulfilled. But I do appreciate a little discipline, Erik. Do you think you have that?"

"Yes, my lady," I managed.

"Good. Because let me tell you another little thing. When a man - or a woman - comes, their blood gets a little... edge, let's call it. A tiny bit of flavor that I absolutely adore. That's why every one of your orgasms is my own little treasure. And if you come without my permission, you're taking away what's mine. Do you understand?"

"Yes," I breathed out.

"Good," she said, letting me go. "You did well, little Erik. I'm proud of you."

I sagged in disappointment.

"Don't worry, little Erik," she whispered in my ear. "Like I said, I'm not in the habit of leaving my toys unsatisfied." She stood up, giving me another kiss. "Sit down, little Erik. This will be much easier that way. Trust me."

"My lady?" I asked, confused.

"Sit down," she repeated, this time her tone had the bark of a command.

I obeyed instantly, taking the seat she had vacated. It was a plush seat, padded unlike the other chairs in the castle. It was cool, noticeably lacking the lingering warmth of a human body.

I watched as the countess stepped forward, my eyes widening as she mounted the chair on top of me, my cock so close to that place between her legs. Her midnight hair spilled on my face, tickling, and I instinctively threaded it through my fingers. It was as smooth as silk under my touch.

"My lady," I started, stammering. "What is--"

"You know exactly what, little Erik," she said. "You act shocked, but I know you want this... so much. There is no use hiding it from me."

"Yes," I breathed out. The wanting was so bad it was physical, and I found myself shaking with something between anticipation and awe.

"Such a sweet boy," she purred, still hovering an inch above my cock.

I took my cock my hand and she helped me, lowering her body so that the head could rub against those still-wet folds. Even that contact felt wonderful, each stroke lancing me with pleasure. She wasn't idle either, her hands suddenly all over me. She stroked my neck, then threaded her fingers through the soft hair on my chest, before dropping down to my stomach.

Her cool hands made it hard to concentrate, but I found that wonderful entrance in the end, my head pushing a little inside her. She wasted no time, sliding down and sheathing me all the way inside her body in a single movement, my cock sliding without any resistance.

I gasped, not entirely in pleasure. She was cold around my hot cock, like a lake in spring. It still felt good, but there was an edge of pain to that pleasure.

Her hands were still busy on my body, but she bent down to whisper into my ear. "It hurts a little at first, but it will feel really lovely afterwards." She punctuated her words with a line of kisses along my jaw that finished with a few quick licks at my earlobe. "I'm going to start moving now, little Erik."

She started riding me then. Each time she rose until my cock almost popped out of her body, only to slowly drop back down and sheath me inside her again, somehow knowing to stop just in time. It was an epic, all-encompassing sensation that radiated to my extremities and sent liquid heat through my veins. And she kept touching me all the while, soft, cool hands exploring every corner. It was strange - I knew I should have come by now, but there was something about the chill of her that seemed to bank the pleasure, delaying release.

"You feel so good, my Erik," she whispered. "I can feel you, searing hot, inside me. Throbbing. I know how close you are. Relax, my darling. Don't fight the pleasure. Let it take you."

I started to hear a faint buzzing that seemed to consume the noises of the castle around us, leaving only her voice ringing clear in my ears. My hands found her body and I tried helping her along, but I could do nothing. Only her soft skin gave under my fingers - trying to direct her movements felt like pushing against rock.

She laughed. It was a sound that seemed innocent and wicked at once. "You realize, don't you? There is nothing you can do," she whispered, her tongue playing with my ear.

And just like that all my banked pressure and pleasure hit me like a runaway carriage. I cried out as I came, still sheathed deep inside her, the sound echoing off the stone walls. My lady's tongue found that spot on my neck, still scabbed over. The spot she'd used just last night and started lavishing it with gentle, sucking kisses.

I was breathing hard as the orgasm subsided, lashed by aftershocks of pleasure like ripples expanding in a pond, each one making me shiver and making a soft whimper escape my lips. I felt myself slowly growing soft inside her as she kept gently kissing my neck. Her mouth was lovely and cool against my warm skin. I threaded my fingers through that silken hair again and pressed her tighter, and to my surprise she gave under my insistence.

It took me minutes to realize that I wasn't growing any weaker. And though the orgasm had been amazing, wonderful, and liberating, it hadn't had the same soul-destroying ecstasy as what I'd experienced last night.

"My lady..." I started breathless. "You didn't...?"

I felt her smile against my neck. "I took far too much from you yesterday, and besides, I never take blood twice from the same person two nights in a row."

"Then... why...?" I tried, still breathing heavily, still lashed by those tiny aftershocks.

She chuckled. "Why did I make you come? Because I enjoyed doing it. Not everything I do has to have a nefarious purpose. Though I imagine you might like that."

"But you said..."

"Enough. You belong to me. I can make you come whenever I want for whatever reason I want."

"Yes, my lady," I agreed hastily, then more carefully, "so I belong to you?"

"Of course, as I know you've realized some time ago."

It was true. I couldn't fail but noticed how she relished my reactions. How she had come apart, if only for a moment, under my touch. She had taken obvious satisfaction in teaching me. But voicing those thoughts sounded... wrong. They were tantamount to admitting I had any kind of power over her.

"Regardless," she said, before nibbling on my ear again and dropping her voice back to a whisper. "That was quite enjoyable, but I fear I now require your services again."

"Yes, my lady," I said, my mouth already watering at the thought.