This should prove to be the most fun - and the most difficult - of all of our training yet: turning Kitten from a blushing innocent into a sexy speaking seducer. She'd already seduced me, of course, and without saying a single sexy thing, but we had big fish to reel in, and she'd need to know how to respond to just about anything they might say to her. I certainly didn't like the idea of some chap chatting up my Kitten, but we'd made a deal at the very beginning that I was going to teach her how to kill vampires, and since I'm not a welsher, and she'd more than overcome every obstacle I'd thrown her way, so it was time for me to ante up. That didn't mean I wouldn't have fun finally getting to say out loud some of the fantasies that had been building up in my head, though.

I held her hands despite her bellyaching about it, saying that if she flinched or twitched repeatedly, it would be a dead giveaway. Between her expressions and hand movements, it was a great lie detector test. Every time she blushed or recoiled, the punishment would be ten miles running through the woods with me chasing her. Plus, I just enjoyed holding her soft hands in mine.

"You look luscious, pet. The only thing that could make your mouth more beautiful is if it were wrapped around my cock. I wager you could start my heart again. I'd like to bend you over just to hear how loud you can scream. I bet you like it rough, you'd like me to tear into you until you can't beg anymore…." Kitten bent over the couch, over the bonnet of a car, over anything really. And I'd been fixated on her plump lips for weeks. She had a tendency to bite the lower one when she was thinking or worried, and it was all I could do not to gently draw it out and nibble on it myself.

"My, my, someone hasn't been laid in a while," she mocked.

My tongue flicked out to trace the inside of my lower lip, imagining doing all of the things I described. I saw her watching the path of it.

"I'll take your breasts inside my mouth, licking your nipples until they turn dark red. They'll do that, luv. The more I lick and the more I nibble, the darker they'll get." Just one of my favorite things to do to a woman. "Let me inform you of a secret about vampires—we direct where the blood goes in our bodies, for as long as we want it to be there. I can't wait to find out how you taste, and you won't want me to stop even after I've completely exhausted you. You'll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I'll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I'll drink your blood." If I were a betting man, I'd be willing to bet that she tasted even sweeter than her blood. And I couldn't wait to find out.

"Huh?" You could see understanding dawn about the sequence of the last two lines, and a flush scorched across her cheeks in the next instant. She snatched her hands from mine and shot from her chair so fast it fell over.

Laughing, I taunted her. "Oh, Kitten, you were doing so well! Guess you just couldn't pass up a nice stroll in the woods. Beautiful night for it, I smell a storm coming. And you wonder why I had you pegged as an innocent. I've met nuns who were more promiscuous. I knew it would be the oral stuff that did you in, I would have bet my life on it." You may not have experienced the pleasures of my oral skills yet Kitten, but soon, soon...

"You don't have a life, you're dead."

Ouch. That hurt. Still, mustn't let her see how much she can get to me. "That's a matter of opinion. In fact, if you judge by senses and reflexes, I'm as alive as any human, just with a few more upgrades."

"Upgrades? You're not a computer. You're a killer."

I rocked back on my chair legs. "You're a killer, too, luv, or did you forget that? You know, those who live in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, and all that rot. Really, Kitten, why so shy on our former topic? Didn't that sodding chap who shagged you kiss you everywhere first? Don't tell me the wretch neglected foreplay."

"Not unless you count him taking his clothes off as foreplay. Can we not talk about that? It hardly puts me in the proper mood."

That bloody wanker. What a right arse. "Don't fret over him, pet. If I meet him, I'll snap him in half for you. No, we won't speak of him any longer. Ready to go back to the table now? Or do you need a few more minutes to cool off?" I put deliberate accent on the last two words just to wind her up some more.

"I'm ready. I just wasn't prepared before." Fair play to her. She came back to the table and slid her hands into mine. "Go on. Give it your best shot."

I grinned with a slow sexy twist of my lips. "Love to give it my best shot. Let me tell you just how I'd do it…."

Two hours later, her ears were bright red and she owed me forty miles. I was in high spirits. I'd finally gotten to voice some of my fantasies - although she didn't realize they were real and not just random dirty talk - and I had forty miles of looking at her arse during a run through the woods to look forward to.

When I was finished embarrassing the life out of her, she archly asked if I wanted a cigarette. I laughed and told her that I'd quit smoking; heard it wasn't good for my health. Kitten really could make me laugh, but I could tell that I made her laugh as well.

She went back into her little nook that she'd turned into a changing room to strip out of the sexy dress and put on jogging clothes. I always collected on my bets, thunderstorm or no (I was secretly glad for it, actually - her arse looked amazing in her Lycra running pants dry, but wet? Oh, I couldn't wait to see how much better it would look.)

She squeezed out from the rocks with her hair rolled back into a bun to keep it out of her face for the run. I gave her a once over and smiled.

"There's the Kitten I know and love. Felt like you'd been away for a while, with how different you looked. Ready for a romp in the rain?"

"Let's get this over with. It's nearly nine o'clock and I'd like to get home. After this evening, I feel like I have to wash." Oh, the images that danced through my head at that statement... Kitten in a glass shower, covered in suds, Kitten in a giant claw footed tub, covered in bubbles and beckoning me to join her... oh. Back to the present.

"Well, luv"—we had reached the mouth of the cave, and I gestured to the rain coming down in torrents—"I aim to please. One shower, coming right up."