Kyla

The feel of the silk sheets below my body is what wakes me. The room I'm in is pitch black, but I know exactly where I am. Back at the castle in Diedreks living quarters. Once my eyes have adjusted to the dark, I see an outline of someone sitting in the chair in the corner.

My body shoots up so fast, I feel a bit dizzy. Holding the sheet close to my body, in an iron grip, I glare at the visitor. I have yet to see who it is, but I have a good idea, being as this is his bedroom. He leaves me in a state of panic, not saying a word, only studying me as I lay here.

"I can explain." The words rush out of my mouth making a mean smile spread along his lips. Diedrek sits up, placing his elbows atop his legs. Steepling his fingers he places his chin on top of them. "Please do." His voice holds something within I just can't place it.

Swallowing down my fear I say, "I thought you were going to take a vampire bride. Leave me here to just be a passing fancy when you wanted me. To make an heir with said bride and have me on the side. I needed time to myself, time to think." When my tirade is over, I hold my breath waiting for his response.

He looks at me a moment longer before dropping his arms and lifting himself out of the chair. Slowly, like a predator about to strike his prey he makes his way to me. Once by the bed, his hand moves along my face, down my neck, all the way to my collar bone. He stares down at his hand, not saying a word, just touching me.

My chest is moving heavily with each breath I take. I don't know what he has planned, but it's as though my body does. I'm not sure I'm ready for it, but on some deep level I crave it. One second, I'm laying atop the bed, his hand on my collar bone, the next both his hands are on my arms. He's dragging me up out of his bed and turning my body around. I can feel every hard ridge of his body along my back.

His hand comes around my throat, as he sniffs along my neck. "Do you have any idea how worried I was?" He asks in a whisper.

"I didn't know you would be." I answer honestly.

"Well, you thought wrong." His voice has a slight growl to it.

The hand wrapped around my throat tightens slightly, and I can feel him growing along my ass. This is turning him on. I want to think he's sick and twisted, but what does that make me, since I, myself, am wet between the legs.

With every small move he makes, every aggravated and angry word he whispers to me the wetness between my legs grows. It's grown so much; I can feel it running along the inside of my thighs. That's when it hits me like a ton of bricks, I'm not wearing any underwear.

I feel his lips grow into a smile along my lips, "No you're not. I needed you bare for what I have planned." His words cause my body to shiver.

"What do you have planned?" I say more to myself than him.

"Mmhmm...." He hums with enjoyment along my neck before his tongue licks the entire length of it.

"You taste delicious. I wonder how good you'll taste here." He says as his other hand scrunches up my nightgown and rubs along my folds.

His movements make me moan and my hips move of their own accord. He laughs along my neck, the feel of his lip's presses against my ear. "Soon baby, real soon, but first for your punishment." He bites my ear and slams my body down on the bed.

"What are you doing?" I scream as he holds my entire body down with one arm.

Instead of answering me, he lifts the back of my nightgown, so my ass is on full display. Before I can utter another word, you hear his hand lift in the air, whoosh down, and slam against my ass. I scream from the pressure of it.

"That's one, every time I spank you, I want to hear you count. I will be telling you what you did wrong during the entire process." He speaks.

His hand comes down again. Instead of counting out loud I burry my head in the blanket. "No," He growls as he takes the hand, he's been spanking me with, and grabs me by the throat. Not hurting me, he only uses enough pressure to lift my face from the duvet.

"You are going to count, or I will never stop." His words have tears building in my eyes.

"Why are you doing this? You're scaring me." I can barely get the words out as his hand constraints around my throat. He bends down to whisper in my ear, "good you have to learn it's never okay to run from me." He kisses my cheek and lifts off from my body.

"Now count." He says as he spanks me yet again.

"One," I whisper.

"Very good. A little louder next time." He demands of me.

Another slap to my ass, I can feel my globes jiggle on impact, "Two," I say a little louder. If I do as he says this will end soon.

"What were you thinking, running away from me?" He asks as a third slap meets my ass.

"You do not run from me; do you have any idea the dangers that are out there for you?" He asks.

"I only needed a minute to think." I cry. The last slap really hurt.

He stops midmotion, I close my eyes, afraid of the next one to come. Instead, he rubs my sore ass, and for some reason my hips move along the bed. I don't want to admit it, but in a sadistic way this is turning me on. He slides his hand down further as he rubs me, so close to my core. Putting my face against the bed I moan in pleasure.

"You like this don't you?" I'm not sure if he wants me to answer, or if he's only making a statement. So, I don't say a word, I just hold my breath hoping he'll continue further down, to the spot I need him most.

He does, with one finger he rubs along my folds, creating a little more friction where I need it. My legs spread further apart, making it easier for him to reach my nub. With his thumb he rubs my clit, as he gradually squeezes a finger into my most secluded area.

A loud noise comes from my mouth, I'm not sure if it was a moan or a growl, but when he hears it, he laughs. "My naughty little angel. What am I to do with you huh?" He asks as he continues to play with my pussy.

His movement stops after a minute, and I whine with need. Moving my hips, telling him with my body not to stop. "You want more baby?" He asks with a taunting tone.

Not being able to use words I nod my head into the covers. "Tell me what you want." He demands.

I'm not sure how to answer him. I've never done anything like this before, so I tell him the one thing I hope is the right answer. The one word I hope he'll understand and will keep him going.

"You."