Vampire cookie's hips stuttered as he thrusted harder, letting out a low growl. You tugged hard on the leash attached to the pretty little collar around his neck, forcing him closer, his warm, hot breath on your neck, smelling like wine. "So, this is what the leash is for, huh?" he said between pants, pressing his chest against your back. With your other hand, you rested your elbow on the pillow, covering your mouth as he slammed into you. Your eyesight blurred with tears, focusing yourself on the abandoned and empty wine glasses resting on the floor. "Am I being a good boy?" he muttered, grazing his fangs against your flesh. He sunk them into your neck, leaving you gasping and moaning, burying your face in the pillow. "Tell me how much of a good boy I'm being." he said, lapping at the blood he had drawn from your flesh harshly, circling around his own bite mark. You could only pull at his leash and whimper, making him chuckle. Your grasp on his leash tightened as he groaned, bringing you to an edge. "Awh, are you at your limit, love?" he said with a mocking tone. You huffed out and tugged hard, his collar choking him. From that brief moment of oxygen being squeezed out his throat, he hummed out in laughter, seemingly more turned on by this. His mocking smile melted as he gasped, latching his lips on your neck. "I'm gonna..." he stammered, his thrusts going sloppy as he whimpered. "Hold... ngh!... hold it..." you said, your voice muffled into the pillow.
"W-what?" he gulped. "Please... I-I need it..."
You couldn't help but snicker softly in between gasps at his pleading, his tone changing in a matter of seconds because of his nearing climax.
"Prove-..." your breath hitched. "Prove you d-deserve it- prove to me that... that you really need it..."
He growled, the golden bell on his collar jangling. "I will... I'll prove I'm a good boy..."
