Chapter 68: Look at Me

“You shouldn’t!” she protested, looking at the headboard. “What about my neck, my wrist, there are many places you could–” she could not finish her sentence as he gripped her waist tighter.

“Look at me!”

Under his command, she peered down at him. They were too close, too pressed together, for her to get a proper look at him, but he was obviously upset.

“Being my blood slave means,” he began, his tone harsh, “You must satiate my hunger in whatever, whenever, and however way I would want it to be. You should have read the contract.”

She had a lump in her throat when she admitted she was aware of that.

“I’m glad we’ve come to an understanding,” he responded, rather business-like before his fingers resumed their work, trailing the lines of her bras.

He was restarting what he had done in the drives prior to this. His touch was gentle and playful, but never gave her what she secretly wanted. He knew what he was doing since he was savoring her whimpers by staring at her face while his fing