I sighed agitatedly and glanced at my watch, for what seemed like the hundredth time this minute.
He was late.
'He' meaning my newest servant, Andy, was late.
I growled and drummed my fingers on the desk which I sat behind. He'd never been this late before, even during his first week here he had always been as punctual as he could. My nostrils flared angrily when I wondered if one of my many butlers had chanced upon the time to bump into my delectable little one, I wouldn't put it past them to do it, I'd seen the way some of them had salivated over him.
The only slight problem with Andy was he didn't speak a word of English, a true Frenchman. Fortunately he understood small words of what I said to him such as; 'sit', 'bend', 'yes' and 'no' but not much else. Hence why he was now in my care, all other leaders of our coven hadn't wanted a servant who could comprehend what they were ordering them to do, others had been too naïve and had rejected him simply because he was untouched.
Oh yes...My little one was indeed a little virgin.
Hence why I couldn't bear the thought of my little one being pierced by another man. He was mine and I had already marked him as such. My fingers' motion became a rapid, frantic tapping until I heard a little crash from outside the door to my study.
"Merde!" a whispered cry, came echoing through the door.
I grinned in relief and sat back in my chair. "Enter, mon petit un,"
The door to my study swung open to reveal my little french maid, literally. His plump ruby lips stretched up into a smile when he saw me, then completely disobeying my rules he ran into the study but stumbled to a abrupt halt when I glared at him icily.
He corrected himself and curtseyed neatly for me. "Désolé Monsieur,"
I had to smile at his childlikeness, smoothly I got to my feet and moved to circle around him, as if checking him for damage or evidence that another had touched him. He avoided my eye contact and shifted from foot to foot, almost...guiltily. I pondered that thought for a moment and then that's when I caught it; another smell wafted through my senses. Not my scent, no, but someone else's.
I growled and he quivered in fear, his large blue eyes going wide and his knees beginning to shake slightly.
My nostrils flared once again and I moved so I towered over him, I asked in a voice as sharp as acid. "Who has touched you?"
"J-J-Je ne comprends pas monsieur," he stammered slightly, twisting his hands.
I grabbed his hips and hurled him towards me, releasing a small gasp from him, instantly my hand curled around the collar he wore around his neck, roughly unbuckling it one handedly and letting the leather strap slide to the floor with a loud thump. Immediately, like they were drawn by a magnet, my eyes went to the two fresh puncture holes in his neck, judging by the state of the wound it had been recent and messily done.
I could feel Andy's heart pumping hard, his blood rushing around his body frantically, as he grew scared. The thumping and clattering of life inside his chest drove me mad, dryly my tongue flicked out over my bottom lip, hungry to steal some of the essence rushing around his body. Suddenly Andy dropped to his knees and gripped onto my leg, babbling frantically in his native tongue.
"Je suis désolé, monsieur, je suis désolé, s'il vous plaît pardonnez-moi," he cried softly into my thigh.
"Shut up!" I thundered, making him flinch beside me.
I growled and pulled him to his feet, pushing him backwards until his lower back hit my desk, in one hand I cupped his face and crushed our lips together roughly. Andy cried out softly into my dominant kiss, allowing my tongue to invade his mouth, it was so easy to take control of him like this and such a turn on for me. Growling softly, I let my hands wander up the sides of the uniform he wore then latch onto the soft, fleshy roundness of his derrière. The small simple act coaxed a loud moan out of my little one and I enjoyed the sound all to much. Sneakily I broke off our heated kiss, earning a protestant whine from Andy, I silenced him by roughly spinning him around then bending him straight over my desk, so his rump stuck up in the air.
I stood back a bit so I could try and retrieve his collar from the floor, the absence of my body heat making Andy's head whirl around to try and find me.
"Don't you dare move a muscle," I growled huskily, making the collar snap to punctuate my command. He obeyed, swivelling his head back around and pressing his cheek against the cold surface of my desk. I smirked at his position and used his collar to truss his hands up together, now his movement was restricted I slid my hands up his skirts and hitched them around his waist then trailed my hands back down to his underwear. Impatiently and lustfully I tugged the gusset of his panties out of the way, letting his manhood spring free plus revealing his creamy 'derrière'.
I leaned over his slender body and hissed into his ear. "I'm going to spank you now Andrew-" I bit hard on his earlobe and pulled it. "-And your going to count how many times I do so,"
A whimper came from the skinny body underneath me. "O-Oui, Monsieur,"
I grinned sadistically and stretched the material of his underwear to the left, as far as it could go, to try and reveal more of his creaminess. Once satisfied, I slid my right foot in-between his own feet and parted them so he was spread out even more. A throaty rumble of approval came out from inside me, my free hand which wasn't holding his underwear out the way, moved to knead his right buttock before raising it a little and bringing it back down on his pale skin.
It connected with a loud, audible smack, making not only Andy groan but me also.
"U-Un," whispered Andy, throatily.
I grinned as I massaged the buttock that I had just smacked, happy that he was following my counting order. I pressed kisses along his lower back whilst running my index finger along his crease, not enough to make him moan but just enough so it would stimulate him. He whined softly and wriggled towards me, lurching forward over the desk with a cry when I brought my palm down harshly on his other buttock.
He whimpered and bit his pierced lip. "Deux,"
Lustfully I gripped his underwear in both hands and tugged sharply down, watching with glee as the material slid down his legs to rest around his ankles. Taking advantage of the lack of material covering him, both my hands started to knead his reddening flesh, trying to take away the sting a little. My left hand rose to press his lower back down, feeling it flex sharply when I delivered another two slaps, hard enough to make him slide forward over the desk.
Andy was a whimpering mess, spread out across my desk, I grinned and leaned down to whisper into his ear; "How many was that Andrew?"
He shuddered violently. "Q-Quatre,"
Roughly I grabbed all his hair in one fist using it to pull his head up sharply, making him yelp. I put my mouth just outside his ear and hissed. "Wrong, You missed out number three,"
"T-Trois," he stammered, crying out and jerking back against me as I smacked him again. "Cinq,"
"Good boy," I praised, letting go of his hair and stepping back to view him now I had delivered his punishment.
He still looked delectable as ever, all dishevelled and sweaty with his normally pale derrière flaming red as a cherry from my assault on it. Boy, it was one cherry that I'd like to pop.
Nonchalantly I walked back around my desk and sat down in my chair, facing Andy. When he didn't immediately grasp what I wanted him to do I raised my eyebrows and jiggled my knee, indicating for him to come over to me. He blushed almost as red as his bottom, then wasted no time in trotting delicately over to me. He gasped softly as I pulled him backwards to land fully on my lap, hooking his legs over the arms of the chair and his still bound arms around my neck.
"M-Monsieur?" he gasped out, his blue eyed gaze locking with mine.
"You didn't think I was finished with you, mon petit un?" I scoffed, my hands skimming up under the uniform he still wore and unlacing the bodice of it so it sagged around his waist. "Perish the thought,"
I silenced whatever Andy was going to say with a chaste kiss on the lips, my hands rising to pluck and roll his nipples between my fingers, making him writhe and gasp perfectly into our kiss. I kept kissing him as I dropped one hand away from his chest and slid it sensually down to his cock, running my fingertips over the hardened organ. The restricted arms around my neck became almost like a boa constrictor, squeezing tightly around my neck whilst the owner of them moaned helplessly as he gave himself over to me.
I broke our kiss suddenly and nipped softly at his neck, at the wound which I had not made.
"Tilt your head to the other side, my little one," I whispered, indicating with my own head what I wanted him to do.
He complied and turned his head away then thrust his hips forward into my hand, making me grip the base of his cock softly. I licked my lips softly at the sight of him splayed out over me and aroused, whilst his neck was on show, teasingly I rubbed my nose over the healing wound on his neck inhaling the thick, metallic smell of life. I groaned softly and allowed my canines to extend, plunging them into his neck and re-opening the earlier wound.
We both groaned in shared and combined ecstasy as his sweet blood filled my mouth, coating my dry tongue in the delicious liquid that I had been craving from him. Andy gasped and arched in my lap, his hands coming down to make mine go faster.
"S'il vous plaît, Monsieur," he cried softly. "Je ne peux pas..."
I growled and made my bottom canines sink into him as well, like how a dominant male cat would catch it's mate by the neck. My hand worked furiously to give him release, he was already half-way there because of my bite and now I was going to push him over. Almost immediately I felt his body tighten and his jaw go slack as he came into our hands, he moaned softly and flopped his head back against my shoulder, his eyes shuttering closed.
I grinned pervertedly and pinched him on his inflamed behind. "So...Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?