fire for you

“Here goes nothing,” Leilani muttered to herself, thrusting the post-it note with Adam’s home address into her pocket (she was thankful Caius didn’t ask too many questions upon asking for it). Was it wrong of her to show up uninvited? Most likely. Was it even worse that since the Summer Festival Lani has been avoiding Adam without explanation? Probably not. But the truth was that she was concerned for him. It was one thing to change her shifts to not overlap with Adam’s presence, but it was another to learn that he wasn’t coming in to the gym at all. If he chewed her out for her visit she would give him a tongue lashing of her own.

Making her way to the front door, she rapped her knuckles against it gently. “Adam?” Waited a moment. Then impatiently banged her fist against it.

He looked at her proudly when she kept her hands exactly where he had released them, knowing that it wasn’t easy for her. “Good girl,” he praised her, tweaking her now bare nipple. “But very naughty for not wearing any underwear.” He gently pushed on her chest so she leaned backwards, leaning forward to catch her nipple in his mouth. He circled the bud with his tongue a few times before tugging on it with his teeth. 

He looked up into her face, took in the way she was falling apart, riding his hand, so desperate for her release. “Look at you,” he purred. “Tell me how badly you want me to get you off.” He brushed his thumb fleetingly over her clit, barely touching it, curling his fingers inside of her. “Beg for it.”

He infuriated her. Stubborn as ever, Lani bit down on her bottom lip, smothering another whine. Waves of pleasure were teased out of her with his every touch. She was desperate for release. Desperate enough to let her pride crumble in his (annoyingly skilled) hands. “I want you--” she barely managed as a small moan slipped free, stopping her. 

It was a fucking adrenaline rush, getting a human off behind her master’s back, out in the open for everyone to see, to have her in his lap, whimpering and squirming to get free. With each struggle, he only tightened his hold on her hands, gripped it hard enough to hurt just a little as a minor punishment for not sitting still. He looked down at her breasts this time, not her heart, as she pressed closer to him before glancing back up into her eyes, a silent command in his own. “I will remove my grip on your hands but you will not move them from behind your back,” he ordered. “You’ll stay right as you are.” 

He slowly released his hold on her wrists before moving his free hand around to her front, pinching one of her nipples through the fabric of her dress. He relished in the feeling of her breath on his lips as she rested her forehead against his, watching her face closely with hungry eyes. With the thumb of his hand currently between her legs, he circled around her clit, teasingly, never actually touching exactly where she needed it, all the while keeping a steady pace of his two fingers inside of her. With her other hand, he reached up to her shoulder to slide down the strop of her dress, letting the fabric fall to underneath one of her breasts to gain better access.

The pain incited from Adam’s grip only worked to arouse her. And he words that followed made her cheeks flame. He was using that tone, the one she loathed-- the one from the Gym. Sexy, and authoritative, she didn’t hate it now. “Yes,” Lani squeaked both as an answer and a response to her tweaked nipple. Fingers curled behind her back, taking fistfuls of the dress’s material to keep from disobeying him. With every tease of his thumb she could feel her orgasm starting to build, making her thighs quake, only for her pleasure to be frustratingly staved off.

Having the human girl so close to him, her neck just inches from his teeth, it made him ache to feed on her but he had centuries of practice when it came to self-restraint and managed to keep himself in control. He made a mental note to ask her master for a taste at some point though. He had to try, had to know how sweet her blood was. As is was, he simply let his lips trail over the skin of her neck instead, feeling her pulse flutter underneath her skin, right at her pulse point and letting his tongue dart out to trace it. 

He was surprised to find that she had forgone wearing panties underneath her dress, his fingers expecting to find damp fabric between her thighs but finding her wet, naked cunt instead and he hummed approvingly. “Little minx.” A dark chuckle left him when she told him that he could do whatever he wanted, his fingers skirting teasingly over her hole. “Dangerous words to tell someone like me, sweetheart.” 

He circled her entrance a few times before pushing two of his fingers inside of her, slowly pumping them in and out. He had never been much into kissing but he didn’t particularly mind it either, if his partner wanted it, so he let Leilani kiss along his skin and back to his own mouth, a soft groan leaving him when she tugged on his bottom lip. “Minx,” he repeated, thrusting his fingers into her harder in response.

Lani hissed as his fingers thrust deeply into her. She could feel him pressing against her spot, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her. The ride shifted, bringing them up higher, the feeling of weightlessness combined with Adam’s deft touch making her whimper. Lani struggled a little against him, trying her damnedest to make him release her hands so she could reach down and toy with her clit.  Just this was enough to make the Master disown her. And if it was up to her, and it was likely a good thing that it wasn’t, they would be fucking on the Ferris wheel despite the consequences.

She pressed herself against Adam, her breasts bouncing as she did so, nipples pert. The spot where Adam had licked her neck was cold against the evening breeze. She shivered. How badly did he want to taste her? The thought of being bitten was one that both frightened her and intrigued her. She was a virgin to it. Wondered if it felt as good as Adam’s fingers did inside her or if it would have the opposite effect. Somehow, just thinking about it made her even wetter. 

Alaric sighed, turning to take her hands in his own, bringing her around to stand in front of him. “I had a meeting with the General, about the uprisings and what I am doing to prevent them.” He stated simply as he took her hand and brought to his lips and kissed it gently. “The house looks lovely. You have done well.” 

Adam glanced down at her chest, not to look at her breasts, as appealing as they were, but as if he could almost see her heart pumping, with how loudly it was beating inside of her. It made his mouth water, made him wonder if she tasted as good as she smelled. Though to take a drink of a slave who technically had a master without asking said master for permission first was hardly a good idea, unfortunately, so he would try to contain himself. For now, at least.

He hummed as Leilani’s tongue darted out to lick across his lower lip, gladly letting her explore his face and neck with her fingers, his own hands digging into the flesh of her thighs underneath the skirt of her dress. “Bad, awful, you have a lot of negative words to say about the guy who’s lap you’re currently perched on.” She wasn’t wrong about any of them, though. A smirk spread across his lips when she rolled her hips, his dick twitching in interest inside of his jeans at the motion. He let her tease, explore, have her fun, up until the point where she grabbed his throat. There was barely any pressure, no real threat, as he could easily overpower her at any point, but the indication, the power play of it all, it irked him.

He quickly reached up for her hand, pinning both of hers behind her back with just one of his own, sending her a hard glare to tell her that he was no longer playing. He moved his free hand further up her thigh underneath her dress, grazing his fingers over her inner thigh until he reached up between her legs. 

Had she struck a nerve? Good. Before she could even think of a quip or snarky retort, her eyes found Adam’s hardened gaze and she received the message loud and clear. He could be in charge-- for now at least. Besides, she would be lying if she said that having her hands restrained didn’t excite her. As curious fingers traveled up her groin, Leilani shivered, abandoning his lips so that she could bury her face in his neck instead.

When his fingers reached between her thighs a small, mewling sound escaped her throat. Her dress was so flimsy and thin, she’d decided against panties for the night, her own scandalous secret... though clearly it was a secret no longer. She could feel both warmth budding between her hips and the wetness at her core. “Do what you want with me,” she breathed, rolling her hips again so that she pressed against his fingertips, riding them.

“It does take quite a set of shoulders,” he replied, unfazed by her sass. If anything he found it amusing, tiltilating, that she could keep up with him, didn’t cower like many of the other slaves. “Part of why I work out so much.” He felt the ferris wheel stop as they reached the top, just as he had paid for, his eyes falling to where Leilani’s teeth were sinking into her lower lip. It made him want to sink his own fangs into that very lip, draw a few drops of blood from it and lick his tongue soothingly over the flesh. He could feel his eyes darkening at the thought of tasting her.

He tilted his head to the side as he looked back up into her eyes, noticing how close they were. “Now why would I want it to be a secret?” he purred. “There’s something so terribly tempting about everyone knowing that I’ve had you, perhaps even watching as I do.” He reached out to grab the back of her thighs, pulling her onto his lap in a quick, swift movement. “But there’s something to be said for sneaking around as well,” he agreed, running his hands to the front of her thighs instead. They were so close, it would be so easy to lean in and claim her mouth but he enjoyed the teasing too much, wanting the satisfaction of her being the one to finally give in.

She giggled when he pulled her onto his lap, goose flesh dotting her skin as hands ran along her thighs. The beat of her heart was unsteady, hard enough that she half-feared it might burst through her rib cage. “You’re so bad ,” she whispered, letting both her arms wrap around his shoulders, her fingers brushing against the nape of his neck, then the sharp edge of his jaw. The tip of Leilani’s tongue ran over Adam’s bottom lip. 

She was playing with fire. She wanted to get burnt.

nightmare: what are you most afraid of? I think it would have to be... being betrayed by someone I trust most. Either that, or being eaten alive. 

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die? 1) See what the sunrise looks like somewhere else in the world. 

2) Master at least four instruments.

3) Receive my freedom 

Alaric had worked a longer shift than normal, being summoned to see the General and the Queen before finishing his shift for the day. He was happy to be home and to see his pet, Leilani. All he wanted to do was sit down and put his feet up, have them massaged by her, while sipping on a glass of wine laced with blood. 

Reaching his house, he steps inside, immediately sensing her presence, he walks into his study and sees her standing there, dusting the lampshade. 

“Wine and a massage.” He answered simply as he walked over to the lounge by the fire and sat down, kicking off his boots. 

“Long day, huh?” She watched Alaric pass, didn’t move until he was comfortable so that she could saunter past him. Was it wine first? Massage later? Vice versa? Her eyes slid to the discarded boots and fought the urge to twist her lips in distaste. Over my dead body. 

She set the duster aside, approached Alaric from behind and set both her hands on his shoulders instead. Gently kneaded her thumbs and fingers over his clothed shoulders while she spoke-- learned motions. “No hello?” she teased, the words lighthearted and playful. “No ‘good evening, Leilani. You look lovely’? Such a brutal day indeed...”