May of 2015. Annapolis, Maryland.
"Stay safe." Tony's parting words turn to dead air as the connection ends. She closes her eyes, blocking the sight of Vincenzo's concerned gaze. Despite the tranquility of the last statement, it is every previous comment that rings in the young woman's thoughts.
"Good, good. Uncle. I like that. See, we're a Family, right? We tell each other things. Especially when we work for an Uncle that would get SO MANY fucking letters of thanks if he were to just leave you out in the sun! It would be amazing. So many fucking bottles of wine would show up to my door if I plucked your insolent fucking head from your shoulders, but I'm not doing that now. You want to know why, Karina?"
The hand clenching her tumbler of scotch jerks forward, hurling the glass across the room to smash into a portrait on the wall. Splinters of wood scatter on the ground among shards of glass. Her hand tightens around the cell phone, arm tensing to heave the item against the wall to join the shattered glass. The slightest pause, as Karina grits her teeth and contemplates. Bringing the phone in her sight, she types out a message. "Cancel whatever plans you may have. I am demanding your presence. Now." Placing the phone with a forced gentleness upon the vanity, she reaches for her glass of scotch. Her hand grasps at empty air, and her gaze falls on the broken glass across the room. Pinching the bridge of her nose with one hand, she places the other flat on the empty wood. The feel of a bottle brushing against her skin draws her attention to Vincenzo, as he silently places the decanter next to her. Without expressing gratitude, she pulls the stopper free and brings the neck of the bottle to her mouth, filling her gullet with warm liquor with every swallow. Her narrowed eyes follow the ghoul, as Vincenzo crosses the room, sweeping the remnants of his mistresses temper into a small dustpan before exiting the room.
While waiting for her requested company to arrive, Karina nimbly types out several messages to the Renaldo and Regina. Her mouth bows down in a unpleasant scowl as her fingers jab at the keys. Without looking up, she dismisses the two male wraiths, an unseen look of relief crossing their faces as they leave without a word. She calls her mother's name, prompting the woman to manifest, peering at her daughter warily. A gesture and harshly spoken words bring the woman to her knees, gasping in pain. "Stand up, and stop your fucking sniveling." Marietta climbs to her feet dutifully as Karina spouts off brief commands at the woman, alert to the sounds of bewildered voices in the hall. She remains seated at her vanity, as the wraith opens the door, standing aside to allow the visitor inside."Get the fuck out of my sight, and close the door behind you." Karina says, not looking up at wraith or visitor. The woman walks out silently, and at the sound of the door shutting, Karina tosses her phone onto the desk violently and looks up at the Setite.
"Samuel." she says, in greeting.
"Having troubles with the help, tonight?" He keeps his tone serious, but his words are light.
"Not with the help, no. My tolerance wanes, as my temper flares, and I feel no need to keep my servants from experiencing the brunt of it." She remains still and seated, her gaze raking over Samuel with an expression that seems to fluctuate between lust and ravenousness.
"You seemed like you needed me here for something. Care to tell?" His tone shows a bit of a teasing nature, but is still guarded.
"Well, I certainly didn't call you over to play Parcheesi."
Samuel traipses, almost lightly, closer to the young necromancer. "What did you want to play?"
Her eyes meet his undaunted, "The game doesn't matter as much, as long as I have my plaything." she replies, pointedly. "Venite a me, Samuel." Silently, he approaches Karina, letting his hands remove his hat and shirt. She leans back in her chair, uncrossing her legs and watching him, hungrily. She points to the floor, directing him. "Kneel for me." Ripples pass across his tight flesh as he kneels, placing hands palms-down upon the floor. She looks down at him, unsmiling. "There are few things that placate my...irritability." She spreads her legs, urging him closer. "I fully expect you to sate at least one of my compulsions." He creeps closer to her, on all four of his limbs. Sammy's mouth opens lightly, exposing a wanting tongue. When he reaches her, she parts her legs further, drawing his head between them with a hand on the base of his neck. "You'll have to remove these." The other hand strays up her thigh, fingers skating across the fabric of her panties. Placing his head betwixt her knees, he lets his teeth softly nibble on her mound before pulling the panties down to her ankles. She watches him move between her thighs with impassivity. She removes her hand from his neck, hiking her skirt up to her hips, exposing herself to him.
He glances up with a look of incredulity. "Am I not entertaining you?"
Amused by his indignation, Karina keeps her response indifferent. "Did I declare anything of the sort?"
Samuel places both hands on her inner thighs and descends his face down to lick once up her slit. "You aren't quite responsive."
She arches an eyebrow. "Perhaps you should try harder to please me, then." He furrows his brow and descends once more, allowing his tongue to explore and tease Karina's clitoris.
Her hand twitches, as if to grasp at him once more, but the young woman keeps still. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips as she stares down at Samuel. He remains with his head lowered, but states, "Is that better, Ms. Rosselini?"
"Sì. Bravo ragazzo, Samuel." she replies, a hint of a smirk in her tone. He returns to the act, licking her ravenously and allowing a finger to enter her below his chin. She moans, almost inaudibly. Her hand returns to it's place on the base of his neck, pressing his face closer. He obliges, taking advantage of his dead lungs to perform his work with unrelenting longevity. His tongue dances on her clitoris as his fingers dart in and out. Her hips tilt up. As Samuel's fingers and tongue move deeper inside of her, Karina's moans are more distinct.
Samuel brings his head up to ask, "Satisfied with your toy, yet, Ms. Rosselini?"
"Not nearly, Samuel. I plan on using you quite thoroughly before the night is through." She trails her fingers around past his cheek, tracing his lips before placing her thumb between them. He looks down, seeming surprised at the gesture. Then, still looking up to her, he places his lips around her thumb. She removes her thumb, pulling his face to hers. Caressing his tongue with her own, she kisses him deeply. His teeth graze against her cold lips. Moving her mouth to his ear, she whispers "I enjoy tasting myself on your lips."
"You seem less... controlled, Ms. Rosselini. Giving into your sadistic side?"
"Only in one manner of speaking." Her voice gains a modicum of anger. She pulls back from him, gesturing with a dainty hand. "Stand." He stands, allowing his navel to be parallel to his partner's eyes. He looks like he's about to speak, but decides against it. Her eyes settle below his waistband, before looking up to meet his own. "Is there something you wish to say?" She rises from her chair, circling around him slowly.
Not usually one to hesitate, his words seem fail him. "Nothing."
Far too apathetic to press the subject further, Karina replies, "Hm." She stops behind him, resting her hand on his gun. "You don't need this." He unbuckles his belt and pulls it from his loops, causing the two guns to fall from their holsters. Karina curls her fingers around the waistband of his pants. "I shouldn't have to tell you that you don't need these, either." Still silent, his pants are loosened and lowered to the ground, he doesn't remove the thin black underwear that cling to his pelvis. She exhales loudly through her nose, tapping a foot impatiently. "Did you forget something?"
When he responds, she hears the smile in his voice. "No, I think I'm quite done." Within the thin underclothes, the front begins to swell at her impatience. A quiet growl escapes her lips. Placing her hands on his hips, she pushes him towards her bed. He heads forward, kicking his slacks away as they cross the room. Suddenly, towards the bed, he stops moving and begins to lightly struggle against Karina.
Noticing his hesitance, the young woman's grip tightens, as she digs her nails in. "Don't fucking resist me." She speaks in a low, angered tone. "To the bed, Samuel."
He slows farther, enduring the sharp pain. "If I don't, Ms. Rosselini?"
"My current demeanor leaves me desiring only two things. One of which is to engage in depraved and debased activities with my object of lust." She drags her nails from hip to buttocks. "The other is to rip someones soul from their eviscerated body, and send them shrieking into hell. So, if I'm not engaging in the former..."
Finally submitting to the young necromancer's demand, Samuel falls forward onto the bed, then props himself up on his elbows. "How debased and depraved does my mistress enjoy being?"
She pulls his briefs down, letting them drop to his ankles. "I don't wish to waste my breath, explaining. You'll soon find out." Landing a sharp smack upon the exposed flesh, she continues, "I believe I owe you some punishment, from your derogatory message the other night."
His body visibly tenses after the strike, stiffening and then relaxing again. At her mention of punishment, his erection grows to displace some of the bedding below him. "Yes, Ms. Rosselini."
She runs her hand gently along the cleft of his buttocks, before delivering another smack. "What would the Barony think of you, if they were to view you in such a compromising position?" She punctuates her words with another blow, smirking, knowing he can view her. He gasps, grinding his pelvis against the bed in response. His right hand slips below his body to grip his shaft and stroke it's length. Karina notices this, and her hand snakes around to grab his wrist. "No. None of that, Samuel." He lets go of his cock and places both of his hands below his head. His hips press out from the side of the bed, presenting himself to Karina. "Bravo ragazzo", she repeats. Her hand comes down numerous times in succession, each strike more powerful in ferocity. He gasps, pressing himself out farther after each blow. She pauses, resting her hand on his back in silence. The other hand creeps under his legs, stroking a finger between his cheeks and stopping at his entrance.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Rosselini. I know I need you to punish me." His voice seems equally anguished as it is enthralled.
Behind his back, unseen, Karina combats her own arousal. "You are not incorrect." she exerts the slightest pressure between his cheeks."You need to learn to treat me with respect at all times." she presses harder, letting her finger enter him a fraction. "And you need to learn that when you are under my roof, in my quarters, your body belongs to me, to use as I see fit."
His gasps turn to moans at her sudden invasion of his body. "Yes," he cries, "Please use me!" Samuel's hands grip the sheets above his head as he opens himself to her. His response entices a soft moan from her own lips. She pushes further into him, struggling to retain a facsimile of gentleness. Her hips press against him, seeking release, before pulling away. Clamoring for her touch, he presses himself out more to a full 90 degrees. Gripping of the sheets is replaced by a calmed pair of resting hands on the bed as Samuel adjusts to her finger's penetration of him. She delves her finger in deeper, the other hand reaching around to grip his cock.
"I think I may have something more entertaining to use on you." She stroke the length of his shaft, and releases her grip while removing her finger. Stepping away, she warns, "Do not move. If you touch yourself, I'll break both of your hands."
His hips move in protest as his hands move to his back. He states in a longing voice, "You may have to tie them, then." Despite his words, the Setite remains stationary on the bed.
There's the soft creak of a cabinet opening, and Karina approaches Samuel once more. "No, I don't believe I will need to." The statement is spoken as a threat. She moves forward, into his line of sight. In her hand is an ivory phallus, which she presents in front of his face. "You may wish to lubricate this. Unless your desire is for me to hurt you." She almost sounds hopeful. Remaining servile, he takes the phallus into his mouth a sucks lightly at it, coating it in his saliva. A look of hunger and need adorns his face as he looks to young girl, while sucking her cock. She watches him, visibly struggling against her own desire. Her free hand toys at the hem of he dress, before dropping to her side. Removing the phallus from his mouth, she stares hungrily at his lips, before turning her head away and re-positioning herself behind him once more.
"I can't even see your naked form before you fuck me, Ms. Rosselini?" He says from his face down position.
"No." she replies, pressing the phallus's tip into him without warning. He gasps, then presses himself against this new assault. Samuel's entire body contracts in preparation as his hand returns to his own cock. She simultaneously enters him more deeply, while grabbing his fingers with her free hand. She squeezes the digits, violently. "What did I fucking tell you, Samuel?"
He writhes in the agony and pleasure, but begs aloud. "Please, Ms. Rosselini. I need to!" His hips buck as he pushes against her, forcing the phallus deeper into him.
She bends his fingers back. "You can be satisfied when I allow you to fuck me. Do not test me." Her other hand continues to thrust her cock into him.
"Yes, Karina." He mouths, silently. He uses blood to heal his injured finger and focuses on maintaining rhythm with her strokes. She removes her hand from his, placing on his shoulder blade. Her thrusts continue with vigor. Her hand tightens on his shoulder as her hips occasionally press against Samuel's. Feeling the full vigor and length of her lust, Samuel cries out and receives it. He matches her tempo and lets his teeth gnash at the pillow. Karina voices no audible signs of pleasure or gratification. She leans against Samuel's body slightly, her curls falling forward to brush his back as her free hand curls around his cock, gripping it firmly. He ejaculates quickly, crying out again. His body shakes and tenses around her cock and under her hand.
She keeps up the motion of both hands for a moment after his climax, then pulls away abruptly, pushing his down into the bed as she steps back. She straightens her dress absently, staring down at the young man on her bed as he flips over, beginning to wipe away the semen from his abdomen. "You pulled out pretty quickly."
She leers at him, taking in the sight of his naked form. "Do you have a problem with that?" she replies.
"No," he says, cleaning himself off on the bedspread. "I'm to use as Ms. Rosselini requires."
She looks at the bedspread and back at him, eyebrow raised. Standing at the foot of the bed, she reaches behind her back, sliding down the zipper of her dress and letting it fall to her feet. "I'm not finished with you."
Admiring the ivory skin of his partner as he props up. Samuel's member lays across his lap as he re-positions to sit upon the bed. "What else are you going to do to me?" he asks.
She unhooks her bra, allowing that to fall to the floor, as well. "My needs have hardly been satiated. Are you planning on doing something about that, or must I take all the responsibility?"
Samuel's member engorges as he moves forward onto his knees to meet her at the edge of the bed.
She pushes her hair behind her shoulders, standing before him, dignified and proud in her bareness. Her eyes alight with fervor, as she pulls his face towards hers, assaulting his mouth with her own. His hands wrap around her frame, gripping at her hips and pulling her onto the bed atop him. With a quick movement, he forces her legs apart and brings her small form to rest above his, his member swelling to almost touch her lips. She grinds her hips against him, moving a hand between their bodies to grab at Samuel's cock. Rubbing it against her slit, she positions herself just right before letting him enter her. A small moan escapes her lips, as she savors the feel of him inside of her. Samuel finds his hands at the apex of her hips, tearing evenly cut fingernails against the soft skin. He rocks his pelvis and legs, forcing his full length into the woman. She pulls his hands from her hips, placing them on her breasts as she keeps pace with his rocking. Her back arches, pressing the soft flesh fully into his reach. He grips the petite breasts, digging nails into the soft flesh. Giving into his more base desires, he attunes a particularly strong thrust into her with a twist of both her nipples. She bares her teeth at the young man below her. Whether in pleasure or pain, is not apparent. She grinds her hips against him, stimulating her clitoris against his pelvis. Letting his hands fall from her breasts, he places a hand at the base of his cock and lightly pulls open her tender lips. The other, as gently, places two fingers about her clitoris and rubs it between them. She gasps, loudly and needlessly at his touch. Her hips bucking picks up pace and she leans forward, raking her nails down his chest. He reaches forward, curling his abdomen in order to meet his lips to her neck.
The light touch of his lips seems to entice her. Tension builds between her thighs and her clitoris throbs under his fingers. Nails digging deep into Samuel's flesh, she groans his name, bringing her mouth to his ear. "I would love to tear you to pieces." she growls. Her mouth meets his neck, fangs extended, but does little more that brush his skin. She compensates by gouging furrows in his chest with her nails.
(TO BE CONTINUED ONE DAY)