A Sip Of Her Blood

After dinner, I was brought to a very dark chamber. All I can see is the faint moonlight peeking through the stained glass windows. There are paintings around us that can be seen in this dim light. With the white silk caressing my body, I felt how humid the air was. I feel strangely cold.

Candles are lit around the bed where I am currently sitting on its edge. I was lost in words and sanity. There was nothing that I was waiting for than for his presence to enter this room. When the door opened, I lifted my eyes up to the man who entered.

He walked with glory like he was king. The way his eyes glanced at the burning candles and then back to me made me feel like I was choked, suffocated with pleasure. I hugged myself, trying not to feel the sudden creeping of fear.

He stopped by a desk and slipped his coat off his body. I looked away when I caught a glimpse of his bare skin through the unbuttoned shirt. The master smirked when he realized how conservative I was.

"Woman, do tell me. How many years have you been working as a blood slave?" he asked, unbuttoning the cuffs of his sleeves.

"T-This is my f-first time." I gulped.

He paused, tilting his head. For a few seconds, he shook his head and a dry chuckle again.

"You've got to be fooling me, " he smirked.

I stared at him. Do I look like I am joking? Sighing, I did not bother to answer him. I mean, there's just no way he'll believe me in any words I'll say.

He scoffed, "I hate amateurs. Why the hell did that woman not tell me? "

"O-Oh, no , I'm sorry. I will d-do my best to not disappoint y-you. I k-know a lot of t-things a-about how to please a m-master—"

He walked closer to me. Every step he took was heavy, savoring every last second that kept us away from each other.

"Do you, really?" he smirked as he stopped in front of me.

I gulped, "Y-Yes."

His eyes darkened at me, "No, you don't, darling. You're an amateur."

" B-But they taught m-me... " I pouted, hiding the silly embarrassment.

"Stop lying to me. I can taste lies, woman." He stooped down a little. I heard his low groan, " And I can't even taste in the air your expertise. Your naivety will be the death of me."

I frowned. It's not my fault that this is my first time. He looked disappointed upon knowing what I really am.

"Also, I have a very personal question. I am sure that you have no idea what is going to happen tonight so I am asking you this, " he said.

"Are you a virgin?"

I looked away, flustered. Is that even important to know?

"Y-Yes—" I gulped.

His jaw dropped. The Master closed his eyes for a few seconds before returning it to mine. He seems disappointed? Why is he disappointed to know that I am a virgin? Is something wrong about it?

"I-I can give my v-virginity to s-someone else if you d-don't like it." I sighed.

He shook his head, probably more disappointed in me? If he told the Headmistress that he wanted someone who is not a virgin, then he can! It's not like it will be the end of his world to know if I am.

"Shush. Shush." He stood up straight, his hand on his waist.

"I-If you're disappointed i-in me because of it, t-then I can—"

"You can do what?" he sighed.

"I am not a very conservative man, darling. But I value the sanctity of a virginity, both men and women. If it is their first time, I couldn't just take it away from them just because I am their master, " he explained to me.

I nodded. I don't know if it's sweet but I am touched. He's not forcing me to do it unlike the others.

"Y-You're not going to be angry at me if I am not ready?"

His lips rose, " Yes, sunshine." I couldn't help but look away when he stared at me deeply. He cleared his throat, " But I have to drink tonight. I need your blood. "

" O-Of course! " I knelt on the bed and craned my neck.

I tilted my head to an angle that's enough for him to see my skin. Gently, I pushed my hair back, cleaning the strands that stuck unto my skin. He closed his eyes, inhaling like he was gathering courage.

"It will hurt," he warned me.

I nodded, "I-I can take it."

He smirked, "Amateurs." He stooped down a little, leveling his head to mine while biting his lower lips.

"But..." He smirked, "I must ignite you."

" Ignite?" I asked.

" Yes, I must turn your heat on. You have to warm yourself to me... " his thumb traveled unto my lips.

" H-How?" He smirked at my question.

" Like this..."

My eyes widened when his lips found its way to mine, gently moving as if he was savoring every inch. I was no longer in control of my own self when I felt the tingling sensation that moved all over my body. I was excited. I was yearning for more of it.

I gasped when he pulled away and pushed me a little, making my back lie down on the bed. Surprised by our position when I saw him on top of me, he found it as an opportunity to dig deeper into my lips.

This was my first kiss. And as much as how I loathed to give it to someone I barely know, I was moved by him. I moaned when I felt his hand on my waist, trying to stop me from moving so much.

He groaned and broke the steam between us. When I felt his lips leave mine, it took me a long time to open my sleepy eyes.

I saw his smirk. He's making me blush again. Oh, god!

"Do you want more?" he chuckled.

I pouted and looked away, embarrassed of how I easily gave in to him.

"Now, where should I leave my mark?" he asked.

I gulped. He traced his fingers from my wrist to my elbow and to my shoulder until it stopped in my neck.

"I don't bite necks but looks like I will now."

He changed our position. He let me sit in front of him, on his lap as his lips and fangs continued to graze smoothly on the skin of my neck. My heart beat rapidly, racing through the seconds as I anticipated for him to sink his fangs on me.

I closed my eyes as I felt his hands on my thighs, holding them in place.

"Pleasure." His voice felt like I was hypnotized by it.

His fangs sunk on my skin yet I felt nothing but the ignition of my body, the scorching heat that was yearning for pleasure. It felt beyond the happiness I have longed for. It was incomparable. I wanted more.

"M-Master," I let out a long exhale as my breathing became heavy.

After a few seconds of him sipping the warm blood of mine, he finally let go of me. It was exhausting yet at the same, it was pleasing. He licked my wounded skin and loosened his hold on my thighs.

"That was..." He chuckled, "Your blood tasted like a virgin's."

I pouted.

" Darling, how do you feel?" He asked.

" I'm fine," I told him.

"Hm, you should take a good sleep. I exhausted you," he helped me get up on my feet and patted on the mattress, "Sleep. Here."

"In your bed?" I asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, darling."

"B-But I have my o-own chamber?"

He smirked, " You do not need to remind me of that, woman. I know."

When he realized that I was still staring at him, he sighed.

"It is an order, woman. You will sleep here," he ended our conversation with him walking out of the room.

I was left alone in the bed. In his wide, spacious bed. I looked around me, blew all the lit candles and buried myself on the white sheets of the bed. I tried to find a mirror a moment ago but failed when I found none.

I closed my eyes to sleep but I couldn't. Since I had nothing to do, I took some books from the nearby shelf, lit a candle and read it. I was surprised when I realized that it was a romantic book about two vampires. About an hour ago, I was already half the pages.

But I passed out while reading it. It took me a while to realize that I was really asleep!

"How careless." I heard him say.

I opened my eyes, shocked to see him taking the book and putting it back to where it belongs.

"Oh, did I wake you up?" he asked.

"N-Not really. I-I'm sorry. I touched your things," I gulped.

He smirked, " You can touch everything you want to touch, darling."

I nodded and looked at him, killing the candlelight by pinching his fingers on it.

"You can go back to sleep now," he told me while he went to a chair and sat on it.

"Are you not going to sleep?"

He chuckled, "I don't need sleep. I hibernate yearly."

I rested my head on his soft pillows, and hugged one of them.

"C-Can I ask?" He flinched at me.

"Sure," he answered.

"Why are you being kind to me?" I asked while yawning.

"I am not," he defended.

"You said you weren't gentle. B-But you are being gentle to me..."

He stared at me, " Is that so?"

I nodded a little. We stared at each other for so long that I got to read all of his expressions. I saw how his expressions glitched from being interested to disguising it with a cold face.

"Stop talking. Sleep, sunshine."