Ghoul Fiction - Lust
((The following is in no way work safe. Be warned.))
It was the next day before she was allowed time to prepare herself for his service, time to herself to remove the traces of the prior day's work. Time where she imagined he was not in her mind, not watching each move.
She had started the shower to wash away the trace of desire still on her skin, and the warm water ran in pathways down her back. Her hands moved along her skin, tracing a pattern in the heated flesh. She remembered the feel of his flesh under her lips, the skin warming under her hand as she obeyed very instruction. How his skin started out as ice against her lips, until the lips she pressed her own against were as warm as her own. One hand slips lower, caressing herself just like the flesh that had pressed against her own had done. She wished it was his hands upon her now
She bit her lip, and turned the water to ice cold. Her flesh was not her own, a fact that he had driven home to her last night. She was not to do anything with herself that he had not permitted. She had misstep at the gathering, stepping between him and harm when he could not bear to see her injured beyond repair. It was half punishment, half lust that drove him to command her last night. His desire was not for flesh, but to see her humiliated, to see her desire consume her and then deny her the weakness within her soul. She could feel the lust that he felt but it was for complete control over her, that she would be his beyond anything else.
He had granted her a single request, and she had asked for a night when she might own herself and do as she wished. Under his persistent questions, it all seemed so tawdry, so cheep that she wished to lose herself in all the things she denies herself and claim her body and time for her own. Yet, she could do nothing else but ask, with the unfulfilled desire still burning from the touch of his lips on her own. No Vampire who was elder would ever wish her flesh; she knew that cold fact in her mind. Yet she still desired his attention, desired him when he stroked her cheek like a favored pet.
One week, and he would let her be more than just a pet. Even if it was just for a night, she would be able to claim what she wished. Just one more week, and he would grant her a single night where she could pretend that she owned herself. It would be an illusion, but it was one she still needed.
It was the next day before she was allowed time to prepare herself for his service, time to herself to remove the traces of the prior day's work. Time where she imagined he was not in her mind, not watching each move.
She had started the shower to wash away the trace of desire still on her skin, and the warm water ran in pathways down her back. Her hands moved along her skin, tracing a pattern in the heated flesh. She remembered the feel of his flesh under her lips, the skin warming under her hand as she obeyed very instruction. How his skin started out as ice against her lips, until the lips she pressed her own against were as warm as her own. One hand slips lower, caressing herself just like the flesh that had pressed against her own had done. She wished it was his hands upon her now
She bit her lip, and turned the water to ice cold. Her flesh was not her own, a fact that he had driven home to her last night. She was not to do anything with herself that he had not permitted. She had misstep at the gathering, stepping between him and harm when he could not bear to see her injured beyond repair. It was half punishment, half lust that drove him to command her last night. His desire was not for flesh, but to see her humiliated, to see her desire consume her and then deny her the weakness within her soul. She could feel the lust that he felt but it was for complete control over her, that she would be his beyond anything else.
He had granted her a single request, and she had asked for a night when she might own herself and do as she wished. Under his persistent questions, it all seemed so tawdry, so cheep that she wished to lose herself in all the things she denies herself and claim her body and time for her own. Yet, she could do nothing else but ask, with the unfulfilled desire still burning from the touch of his lips on her own. No Vampire who was elder would ever wish her flesh; she knew that cold fact in her mind. Yet she still desired his attention, desired him when he stroked her cheek like a favored pet.
One week, and he would let her be more than just a pet. Even if it was just for a night, she would be able to claim what she wished. Just one more week, and he would grant her a single night where she could pretend that she owned herself. It would be an illusion, but it was one she still needed.