Twenty-Four: My muse fawns over your muse’s neck (biting,kissing, etc.)
At last, the Count was finally allowed to do what ever he wished to with his dear master. Tonight, he was going to indulge.
The manor was silent as it usually was after midnight but his master still pranced around her office, just making him want her even more. He craved to give the blonde his attention for years but wasn't given the chance.
Approaching her silently as she stood at the window of her office, his arms encircled her waist, "...shall I pleasure you tonight, my sweet?", he asked with a purr knowing all too well that she was not going to reply, perhaps she was nervous, perhaps she was too stubborn to even be opened to the idea.
Within seconds, her shirt was off and tossed onto the floor. He purred at the sight of her half nude body, it was far better than what he had expected.
He pushed her gently onto her bare mahogany desk and climbed over her, kissing along her neck and chest, "...you're so beautiful", he purred in-between licks and kisses.
Soon, she was covered by the Count's silent demands in blissful pleasure marks. He grinned at the sight of them, however, what she did made him even more curious.
Her longing for him began to show as she urged him on more, running her hands up his broad back, "...I knew you would give into me eventually...", he purred before kissing her deeply.
Perhaps his master would become his lover soon, such an unpredictable woman she was...the trait he loved the most.