Oh, it was positively torture!

Never again would Gwen slip up when it concerned Richter.  Never as long as she lived.  Days had passed since the night she upset him, though each minute lasted an eternity.  The sting of her spanking had long since passed, but the ache between her legs increased tenfold.  He had not touched her since before that night.  Oh, how he teased her.  He teased her most deviously!  He would hold her at night, stroke her hair, kiss her skin, squeeze and rub her, do everything he could to rouse her, yet take it no further.  Tears of frustration welled in her eyes when she felt his hands upon her…  So close, but yet not quite where she needed them.

She was not to touch herself either, he warned, for he would know if she had.  She obeyed.  It was torment, but she obeyed.  Yet she did not know how much longer she could be obedient.  If this went on another night, she would end up disobeying and finding herself subject to a punishment harsher than this.  She could not fathom anything crueler than her current suffering.  Her body felt so weak as she approached the castle keep.  Her skin was so sensitive that even the fabric of her gown upon it was uncomfortable and the slightest draft had her shuddering.

Gwen’s pride meant nothing to her at this point.  She had no use for her dignity.  If Richter Belmont would not make love to her again, she felt that she would lose her mind.

Richter was right where she expected him to be when she entered the keep.  He cast not a glance in her direction when she entered the room.

“Lord Belmont,” she said, announcing her presence.  “May I?”

Without looking to her, he nodded.  Carefully, she approached the throne.  She waited for him to give her permission to speak, but he did not.  Being so close to him just made her desire worse.  Unable to think straight, she dropped to her hands and knees before him.  Her head hung low, practically between his boots.  Fat tears formed and bled from her eyes.

“My lesson has been learned,” she said with cracking voice.  “I can take no more of this punishment.  I am truly remorseful for my actions the other night.  Never again will I disappoint you.  I’d sooner spent an eternity in hell than upset you again.  Please…  Please…”

“Please what?” he said with an air of disinterest.  “What is it that you are begging me for, vampire?”

She opened her mouth, but hesitated.  It was not proper for a lady to beg for sex, and that was precisely what she was doing.  She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head, unsure if her audacity would earn her further discipline.  The toe of one of his boots gently tilted her chin up so he could look upon her face.

“Tell me what it is that you are pleading for,” he said.  His voice obtained an uncharacteristic softness.  “Do not feign innocence.  Proclaim your desires, or you are dismissed.”

No, she couldn’t allow him to dismiss her.  She couldn’t be without him another moment.  Oh, to hell with being proper!  She did not want to be proper!  She wanted to be fucked again by Richter!

She crawled closer, hugging his calves and resting her chin on his knees to look into his eyes.

“I want to be touched, my lord,” she confessed.  “I need your touch.  Oh, I can stand it no longer!  I know not how I went centuries without, for now I cannot go days.  I am desperate for your attention, Lord Belmont.  I would do anything to win your favor back.  Anything, my lord!  I cannot go on like this!  I fear I will surely perish.  I beg you for release.  I care not how you have your way with me, as long as you do.”

Unbeknownst to her, Richter had no intentions of prolonging her punishment past this evening.  He feared if it were to go on any longer, it would do more harm than good for both parties.  Too much neglect and her loyalty may falter.  He did not have the will to deprive himself another night of her body either.  He planned to surprise her in a few hours by taking her again, but it seemed it was he who was in for the surprise.  The last thing he expected was to bring the vampire to her knees.  He did not think her capable of begging for him so explicitly.  He had to admit, he found the raw manner in which she groveled highly arousing.

She broke down into pathetic sobs and Richter could not find it in his heart to allow the poor creature to suffer.  He hated to be the one to bring her to tears, but took delight in knowing that he had gotten his point across and did not have to deny his body what it craved anymore.  He rose to his feet without a word, then grabbed her arm and pulled her to hers.  If the lady wanted release, release she would get…

✩

Richter planned on making up for lost time, but he did not realize how enjoyable it would be to do just that.  He’d quickly made a mess out of his little vampire.  He’d driven her delirious, and had not yet even had the pleasure of removing his own trousers.

When he got Gwen to the chamber, he was curious about the extent of her desperation.  Fingertips elicited goosebumps as they ghosted up her thighs.  Leaning over her, his mouth came down on her neck while his fingers wandered further up her gown.  It only took a brush of those fingers between her legs to set her off.  Her thighs clamped around his hand and she quivered.  Richter could hardly believe it.  If she was that sensitive to his touch, he planned on making the most of it.  She had begged for him.  He wondered if she would beg him to stop.

He pretended not to notice that first orgasm.  His fingers proceeded to please her in the way of which he knew she was fond.  They were coated to the knuckles in her juices, yet he still curled them inside of her, teasing the spot that always brought her to her knees.  The noises he coaxed out of her were so wanton, he could have sworn he took a different woman to bed…  And he did not mind her one bit.

Before long, she clenched around his fingers.  The way she whined his name had him on the verge of his own climax, yet he did not wish to involve himself so soon.  He wanted to wring as much out of her as he could before he took his own pleasure.  He withdrew his fingers from her and admired the way they glistened.  He could not stop himself from taking them into his mouth so he could taste her, and that taste was not enough.

It was now Richter who found himself on his knees before the vampire.  Her legs were positioned over his shoulders and his face burrowed between her thighs.  That little button of hers was stiff under his tongue as the tip circled it.  He slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her before he joined them with his tongue.  He lapped and stroked at her, taking special note of what earned a tugging at his hair that she may not have even realized she gripped.  He followed these cues to bring another orgasm out of her, then ruthlessly continued for a fourth without so much as coming up for breath.

She choked out a sob again.  So much attention after being deprived was unbearable.  Her body was overwhelmed. 

“Richter, please…  Please…”

She sounded so hoarse as she pleaded to him.

“Please, what?”

She shook her head.  She mouthed words, but they were not audible.  There was little pleasure greater than witnessing the wreck she had become.  Too bad for her they still had plenty catching up to do.