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like my big cock, Gretchen?” she asked, withdrawing it
slowly and slamming it into me again.
    I cried out in pleasure.  “Yes, Mistress, I like your big
cock!”
    “Is that all?” she probed, repeating her movement in me.
    “I love your big cock!” I screamed, not knowing how much
more I could take.
    Stilling herself completely, I whimpered, which seemed to
give her pleasure.  “And what should I do with my big cock, Gretchen?”
    Anxious to feel it again, I played along.  “I want you to
fuck me with it, Mistress!  Fuck my pussy with your big, hard cock!”
    She drove it into me once more, the moisture of my insides surging
around it.
    I hoped that would satisfy her so that I could immerse
myself in imagining that he was the one fucking me, instead of her.
    “You may touch yourself now, Gretchen.”
    At last she was quiet!  My hand going to my clitoris, I was
finally able to think of him , envisioning that he was the one behind me,
making love to me with his body. 
    That was all I needed.  
    My pleasure reaching its apex, I climaxed, wishing more than
anything that I could call out his name.
    Still thrusting the huge phallus into me, the moment I
exploded into orgasm, she grabbed me by my hair, pulling my head back and sank
her fangs into my neck.  My orgasm ripped through me as she sucked my hot,
sweet blood from me.  I knew well by now how this was by far the favourite
method of most Vampire’s— drinking from the human during the onrush of sexual
chemicals sweetening the blood.

Chapter Six

     
     
    S ix days later, in the late afternoon, there was a
knock upon my door.  Without bothering to put on my robe, I answered the door
in the nude.  To my disappointment, it was only my handmaiden. 
    “Package for you, Signorina!”
    In her hands she held up a large package.  It had been
carefully giftwrapped in fine paper.
    “Place it upon my bed, please,” I instructed her.  “Thank
you, Marcella.”
    What could this be?
    Following her to the bed, I stared at the package a long
moment before sitting down.  I picked it up.  It was lightweight.  Unable to
stand the suspense any longer, I commenced to tearing the paper off.  Beneath
it, upon the box was the name Valentino’s .  I knew of it well, it was a shop
which offered the finest items of fashion— although I most certainly had never
bought anything from there.  Sporting garments from that store was the
mark of a fine lady.  Someone like me would be lucky if they could afford so
much as a singular glove from that store.
    My stomach was flooded with butterflies at the
possibilities.
    What could this be?  Could he be sending me something?  Oh,
I do hope it is from him…  I do not know of anyone else who could afford
something from that place!
    Slowly lifting the lid of the box, I saw an envelope with my
name written in script sitting on top of the tissue paper.  I picked it up and
turned it over to open it, unfolding the note card inside.

     
    Upon reading it, my heart fluttered along with the flock of
butterflies in my belly.
    Claim me?  Fateful night?  What could he mean?
    It did not really matter to me what was inside anymore.  I
was simply elated that he had been thinking of me enough to do something as meaningful
as this!
    Nonetheless, moving the paper aside to reveal his gift to me,
I gasped.
    Inside was the most stunning corset I had ever beheld.
    It was fashioned of the finest ivory silk.  Over each
breast, embroidered into it was a faint floral pattern.  The bust line was edged
in scalloped black lace which hung enticingly off the shoulder to swath
delicately about each arm and then curved suggestively inwards around breast.  Finally,
another sculpted appliqué of black lace graced each hip.  Black satin ribbon
served as the lacing for the back.  As if all of this were not abundant
decoration, the entire edge of the bust line, as well as that of the bottom
hem, was adorned in dangling filaments of three dainty pearls