Prince Darrius

Part 2 Chapter 23

*Just a quick warning, adult content is in this chapter, please don't read it unless you are comfortable with reading sexual content!*

Jennifer's POV

One second I'm trying to show Darrius how upset I am that there is nothing I can do to become as physically strong as a vampire, the next I've gotten too close and he's dragged me into the bath. My dress is ripped right down the middle and my panties are... well... they're non-existent as he rips them off me as well.

All coherent thoughts swiftly leave my head until all I can think about is Darrius' strong arm trapping me to the side of the bath and his other hand returning to my now completely naked bottom half.

He watches me with curious, confident eyes as his fingers slip between my lips and he dips one finger inside of me, making me gasp a little.

"It's been awhile since I've been able to explore your body once again, darling," he growls low.

"Sometimes," I whisper, feeling a little naughty, "I feel like you don't deserve to..." he cocks an eyebrow at me and I can't help but smile cheekily back and add, "You refer to me as your slave but maybe you should refer to me as your princess."

"You're a slave first, sweetheart ,and a princess second," Darrius smirks back at me, his finger leaving my warmth to slide between my lips towards my most sensitive spot, the clit, "Would you like me to prove that to you?"

"H... how?" I ask, trying to control my breathing now that he is rubbing the one spot that can make any girl lose control.

"You'll be reduced to begging soon enough," he says confidently, "I can promise you that."

Suddenly all I can imagine is Xavier's words, ...fill that smart mouth with something other than foolish words...which I admit made me curious to find out...

"I want to taste you," I whisper, before I can even consider what I am saying.

"You want to give me a blow job, do you?" he asks, in a happy growl, "That can certainly be arranged... but not in the bath, darling. Later," he leans in to kiss my lips, completely devouring me within seconds. I try to concentrate on the kiss but all my thoughts are focused on his hand doing wonderful things, it isn't long before he is sliding two fingers inside of me, in a slow torturous rhythm. In and out.

As good as it feels it just makes me think more and more about his own pleasure, and the hard dick pushing into my leg as I stay trapped on his lap.

I pull away from the kiss, too impatient.

"I want to learn now," I say, "I want to try."

"As much as your willingness turns me on, that's not how I work," Darrius growls, "We do things my way – you can suck my dick later. Now I want to savour you and bring you to your own pleasure. I've had years of women bending over backwards trying to please me, but you're special, darling. Let me love you the way you deserve."

"That's the nicest thing you've ever said to me, Darrius," I can't help but feel embarrassed by the compliment but also extremely flattered, "Thank you." In reward to him being so sweet and sexy at the same time, I kiss him back and push him backwards so I can turn and straddle him properly, my legs spread either side of his thighs, my hands intertwined through his black messy wet hair. This way I was so close, all of me was touching him and I could finally take him inside me.

I stop him from talking further by initiating a long hard kiss from my own lips while his hands rested on my hips, guiding me down until the tip of his cock was prodding my entrance. I break away from the kiss only momentarily so I can open my eyes and stare into his candle lit dark blue depths, while I slowly slide down the thick length of him.