Sylvie

“Correct.”  Sylvie waited for Casey to open her mouth again, “Silence, say nothing and keep your lovely mouth shut.”  Sylvie scooted on her knees to get within a breath of Casey’s nose. “Unlike when you were human, and had some control over what sex play you had…you have zero here.”  She breathed her blood-laden breath across Casey’s nose. “Breathe it in, my dear..feel the desire for blood that you can’t have.”

Compelled to do as she was told, Casey took in a deep breath and nothing else.  Combined with the pinching on her nipples, Casey’s body internally raged with desire for sex and her lover's blood…all she could think about was tasting and sharing their blood as it spread over their tongues.  Wrapped in both Sylvie’s commands and her own lustful need, Casey desperately searched her mind for a song that could help her. 

-Don’t go blank on me now, Rivers.  So many songs…so many…-

Casey felt the music enter her body and knew it was the right song.  Paralyzer by Finger Eleven.

“Well, I am imagining a dark lit place,
Or your place or my place,
Well, I'm not paralyzed, but I seem to be struck by you…

Radiating the heavenly light from her eyes, Sylvie could tell that Casey was truly excited about the current events. “If I know my sweet-baby-cake, you are singing a song in your head right now.” Sylvie ordered Casey to sing the song and once it was over, the elder vampire smiled. “Fitting tune, I approve.”  Sylvie crawled around to Casey’s back and uttered her newest commands. “Listen closely, my paramour.”  She waited a couple of seconds before continuing, “The first and last word from your luscious lips will be Chatelaine.  Do you understand, Paramour?”  Sylvie knew that Casey wanted to answer badly, but made her submissive new vampire wait. “You may now answer.”

Free to answer, Casey nearly screamed the answer, “Chatelaine, yes, I understand and obey..Chatelaine.”  Casey’s lip quivered for a couple of seconds, “Chatelaine, your Paramour wishes for some blood..as she is getting ravenous, Chatelaine.”

Unwilling to let Casey move, Sylvie hopped down and gathered the last bottle of blood. “Very well, Paramour.  Blood is necessary for us, but since I am enjoying how you are handling your nipples…I don’t want you to move.”  Sylvie popped the cork out of the bottle and grinned, “In fact, I want you to squeeze just a little harder, until you moan in absolute bliss.”

“Chatelaine, Your Paramoure will do as commanded, Chatelaine.”  Casey then tore away her blouse and reapplied pressure to her reddening buds.  Casey kept up the pressure until little streams of blood trickled down her huge chest. “Chatelaine…mmm, yes…ohh…soo…g…great my Chatelaine.”

Carefully tipping the bottle to Casey’s lips, Sylvie nodded and sighed. “My lovely Paramour, how I love you.  Feed, my darling.”  Listening to Casey drink the viscous fluid, Sylvie felt a slight pang of guilt for the entire scenario.  She waited until half the bottle had been consumed before placing the cork back and faced Casey. “My lovely Paramour.  You bleed for me, darling.”  Sylvie swirled her tongue and gathered up the blood that was slowly flowing from Casey’s pinched, rose-like points. “Yummy, thank you my Paramour..your blood is divine to me.”  Sylvie suckled on the taut peak then gently pierced Casey’s beautifully formed breasts, drawing blood from her lover for a few seconds before licking the wounds closed.  

“Chatelaine…oh…make me yours, Chatelaine…”  Casey quietly begged while unable to move. “Chatelaine, my body is turning into a river of orgasmic lava…Chatelaine.”

Sylvie tore away the jeans that hid Casey’s pussy from view. “Paramour, you did in fact say torture a few times.  Which is more torturous…your exposed and glistening core, or my lips kissing and licking you clean?”

Unable to really articulate her response because of her burning body, Casey babbled a few words. “Chatelaine…I– Your Paramour…um…pearly heavens…Chatelaine…everything you do for me issssss….so lo-loving and care-fff-ull..Chatelaine.”  Casey tried to move and found herself still unable to. “Chatelaine, Mmm-my hands just want to crawl all over my bbb-ody, Chatelaine.”

Slipping out of her clothes, Sylvie swaggered on the bed in front of her lover. “Torture is subjective, isn’t it pretty-Paramour?  I have yet to show you sexual torture.”  Sylvie giggled and slinked behind Casey and began whispering in her ear again. “Time to show you how much control I have over you, voodoo-barbie.”

“Chatelaine, yes...Whatever you desire from me, Chatelaine.”  Casey rasped.

Sylvie sucked Casey’s earlobe between her fangs, pressing lightly. “You feel that little loving sting, Paramour?”

“Chatelaine, I do..Chatelaine.”  Casey huffed desperately.

Sylvie slid her arms around Casey’s waist. “This is to let you know I am here, and reassure you if necessary.”  Hearing Casey moan happily told Sylvie all she needed to. “Good.  You are to put your arms to your side and not move again, Until I give the command.  Since I am a merciful Chatelaine, and cherish my lovely red-headed Paramour, I will allow you to speak and express yourself as we move through this little lesson.”

“Chatelaine, thank you love-bug, Chatelaine.”  Casey snickered and nibbled on her lips since she found she could. “Chatelaine, your Paramour should tell you that I can bite my lips, it must be a caveat to not moving and being able to speak, Chatelaine.”

-I didn’t tell her to be honest with me, that was all Casey.-

Sylvie shivered lightly with the trusting thought her partner just gave her. “Thank you, Paramour.  The commands are adaptive, and will do what is necessary to complete an order.”  Sylvie kissed Casey’s neck and ordered her to relax in her arms. “Very good.  Now are you ready?”

“Chatelaine, I am, Chatelaine.”  Casey expressed excitedly.  Without warning, Casey felt a slight tingle in her big toe, followed by the command of what was occurring.

Sylvie whispered her wishes, “You will feel a little tingle in your big toes, as if my fangs were pressing hard enough to sting, but not pierce your precious skin…let the feeling consume you, Paramour.”

Both of her big toes then started throbbing and sending little sparks of desire through Casey’s non-moving legs. “Chat-Chatelaine…god..dddamnnn…Oh…sweetness….mmmore, Chatelaine.”  Casey’s body screamed to her mind the need to move and shake to release the energy built up from that one little command alone.

-What will she do next…god damn my pussy aches, what have you gotten into Rivers?-

Running her fingers through Casey’s soft hair, Sylvie twirled the strawberry locks gently. “You are doing so great, Paramour.”  Sylvie turned Casey’s head so she could give her lover a gentle kiss. “Now then, feel my fangs scrape up the length of your legs and that same light sting in your inner thighs, all the while the feeling spreads across all ten of your toes.”

-Holy FUCK!  I-I can’t th-ink…this feels god god damned great…tell her…tell her, Rivers…don’t just hold this in.-

“Chatelaine…sssss-ince you… Lord have mercy…I-I love you…my body aches to move…ppplease..Chatelaine.”  Casey sputtered and drooled a mix of saliva and blood down her chin.