Chapter 12

GRACE

The flogger grazed my skin, but it wasn’t painful. I knew I’d have marks later, but it wasn’t as bad as I’d imagined. In fact, it was turning me on, just thinking about what Haven was seeing.

My pussy was wet and pulsing, anticipating what would follow the whipping. I kept count of each strike, but he never hit the same spot twice. By the time we reached ten, I was ready for what was next.

“Ten. I’m sorry, Master. I won’t do it again,” I managed to say, my voice rough from crying.

“Good girl,” he responded. “Stay still. I’ll be right back.”

Wait, what? He couldn’t just leave me hanging like this. I shot him a puzzled look, and he returned a soft smile. No, I needed him now.

“Master.” I frowned. “Please.”

“What do you want, Grace?” he asked.

“I want you, Master,” I replied. The desperation was clear in my voice.

His eyebrow arched and his smile turned into a smirk. Did he think he could scare me? I’d done plenty of things today that I thought would frighten me. He’d bitten me to drink my blood, and it felt incredible. He’d whipped me, and that had turned me on too. I needed him to be rough with me now.

He slid a finger through my slit, and I moaned. My ass was sore, but in a good way. It added something to each throb of my pussy. I could feel my own wetness on my legs, a testament to how much I wanted him.

“You liked it,” he said in a husky voice. “My beautiful Grace... You’re such a bitch, a fucking beautiful bitch. I like that a lot.”

He flipped me over until I was on my back, and he entered me with one hard thrust. I gasped at the intrusion, and my walls tightened around him as if trying to pull him in deeper.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he growled against my neck. “You’re squeezing me so tight.”

He was thrusting so hard inside of me, rolling his hips and pushing me into the mattress. I placed my hands on his back for support, feeling his muscles move beneath his skin.

He was giving everything to pleasure me. I felt so powerful knowing this beautiful man had chosen me. I would do anything to keep him for myself.

He’d been jealous about Daryl and wanted my full attention. Well, the feeling was mutual. I wanted him to only think about me. I never thought I’d be the possessive type, but that was before Haven.

“What are you thinking about, Grace?” He groaned.

“You, Master. Only you.” I moaned, moving my hips to meet each of his thrusts.

“Good answer.” He chuckled.

He moved to his knees, lifting my legs to change the angle. One of his hands went straight for my clit, and he kept thrusting hard as he circled it with his thumb. The heat built up quickly. It was so sexy.

The look on his face as he watched me was one of pure pleasure and control. He loved being in control, even of my own pleasure.

“Master...,” I whimpered. “I’m gonna...”

Each of his thrusts hit my end and my walls clenched hard because he was playing with my clit. Fuck, it felt so good. I didn’t know how old he really was, but he was so experienced. He’d figured out my body in just a few hours. I was a little jealous.

“Cum for me,” he growled.

I did. My whole body writhed around him as I came, screaming. I arched my back and kept moving my hips to prolong the pleasure. Haven kept thrusting to make me ride the wave to its fullest until I collapsed back onto the bed.

He wasn’t done with me, and I knew it. He would never be satisfied with me coming just once. He loved to make it last.

I could feel each of his thrusts, his body pressing against mine. I felt his hand move up my thigh and push my leg up. He turned me onto my side, gripping my hips firmly as he started thrusting harder but slower.

His lips and tongue teased my burning skin on my neck as he kept pushing inside of me. My whole body was gearing up for another wave. I felt so exhausted and excited at the same time.

I wasn’t even sure I could take it anymore. His dick was piercing through my pulsing walls and pushing directly on my end, filling me completely. I could feel him rubbing my spot deep inside, and the heat started to build again in my stomach.

“Master...,” I cried.

“I’m going to bite you again, Grace,” he said, his voice husky.

I couldn’t even nod as the pleasure was completely clouding my mind. I felt his lips on the exact spot he bit earlier before I felt his fangs pierce my skin.

The pleasure was immediate and so intense that I clenched hard on Haven. One hard thrust brought me screaming while he drank my blood.

“Master! Oh fuck, yes!”

He kept rolling his hips, but his movements were slower until one push on my end brought him.

He moaned in pure pleasure, and he released my neck before licking the wound. His tongue sent one last shiver through my sated body. I wasn’t even sure I could move again.

He licked the wound clean, making sure no drop of my blood was left before he pulled out of me. He pulled me into his arms, and I could almost hear him purr as he stroked my back with his fingers.

“How do you feel?” he asked lazily.

“Amazing,” I answered with a big smile. “A bit tired too because...I’m not used to this kind of activity.”

“I surely hope so,” he said, amused. “I’m going to take care of you now so you won’t feel too sore tomorrow. This is part of my job.”

“What are you going to do?” I smiled at him as I looked into his green eyes.

“First, we’ll take a bath, then I’ll give your butt a massage. You’re a natural at this, you know. You really surprised me.”

He planted a kiss on my forehead and began to rise from the bed. He slipped his sweatpants back on and scooped me up in his arms, carrying me out of the playroom. He held me like this all the way to the en suite bathroom in his bedroom.

We approached the bathtub, which was more like a small pool than a tub. It was large enough to fit three or four people comfortably. The entire room was decked out in white marble, including the tub.

Haven turned on the water, and we waited for the tub to fill. Once the water was high enough, he gently lowered me into the warm water. I let out a sigh of pure pleasure. The warm water was soothing my sore body.

Maybe Haven was right. I needed to relax my muscles, or I’d be in a world of pain tomorrow. I had no idea what I’d tell my grannie if I started walking stiffly.

Haven settled in behind me, pulling me into his strong arms. I leaned back against his firm chest, closing my eyes and enjoying the contrast of his cool skin against the hot water.

He picked up the soap and began to wash me. It felt so good that I didn’t even protest. I let his hands cleanse the sweat and other fluids from my skin, relishing in his gentle touch. Haven seemed to be enjoying it too, as he began to hum a song.

“I like your voice,” I murmured lazily.

“Want me to sing out loud?” he asked, amusement in his voice.

“If you don’t mind.” I cracked open an eye to look at him.

He kissed my head and began to sing. His voice was rich and pleasant, perfectly in tune. It was...captivating. I could listen to him for hours, begging him to never stop.

Was this another vampire ability? Were they all this charming, or was it just Haven?

Once he finished washing me, I decided to return the favor. I grabbed the soap and turned to face him.

He watched me as I washed him, continuing to sing. His fingers traced patterns on my back, which was distracting, but not something I couldn’t handle.

I finished washing him, and his eyes were a mix of green and red as he looked at me. He was about to say something when the phone started ringing. Who could be calling at this hour? Whoever it was, they’d just ruined our moment.