Do Vampires Call it Foreplay?

All it had taken to lure Carl from the bar to her loft was a generous eyeful of bouncing breasts, a flash of nipples, and the unspoken promise of sex. It took nothing more for him to eagerly let himself be tied spread-eagle and naked across her bed. Rochelle suspected that, had he known her dinner plans, he may not have been so willing.

For her, being turned into a vampire had been like moving from the BDSM minors into the big leagues. Unlike most of her kind, it wasn’t the promise of immortality or the other perks she enjoyed. Since her teens, she’d been a sadomasochistic switch who delighted in being treated rough and treating her victims rough in return. Adding fangs and dining to the process just made her sadistic desires more fun.

And, as always, she had wicked plans for her latest meal that included fangs and sadistic sex in cruel combination with the throbbing, churning parts that seemed so eager for her attention. But Carl had plans for Rochelle and her delicious parts as well, plans that would ensure that, by the time their scene was done, neither of them would look at sex the same way again.

(This fantasy work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme sexual depictions of consensual female dominant male bondage and sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)