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The Count drank in Janie’s fear as she trembled in his arms her soft shimmering emerald eyes showed her fear of what he might be what he might take from her and her fear of no once more savoring the unimagined pleasure he had brought to her last night as she offered herself up to him.
"So you have never been bound young lady.”
His voice as soft as the nightingale’s song and rich as a dark moonless night as he breathed,
“ Then It is high time that you where Janie Gladies."
His lips brushed hers even as his hands circled around her trim little waist and he lifted her to sit on the stone table as if she were as light as a feather. His dark ageless eyes smiled their pleasure with her even as he claimed her lips with a seductive kiss, his body pressing hers down as he held her in that dark passionate kiss .Vladimir hands slid slowly up the sensual curves of Janie’s torso. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, the girl's sweater the only thing that kept bare skin from bare skin. Up along her arms they slid till their fingers again entwined as the Count stretched her hands above her head. A soft sensual metallic,
CLICK
A silver circlet of metal now held Janie's right wrist captive.
CLICK
Janie's left wrist was now held fast. Slowly the count rose his eyes dark as the night sky. He slipped from her soft warm body the tips of his fingers boldly trailed down Janie's body. They trailed across her denim covered pussy he smiled as his finger slid up and down along the crotch seem of the girl's jeans pressing it into the soft wet folds of her pussy. The count played and teased her jean covered inner thighs, trailed down her legs. Vladimir stood at the end of the stone table he slipped first one then the other sneaker from her feet. A kiss to the instep as his hands encircled her trim ankles slowly he pulled her ankles far apart opening her jeans covered body to him
.
CLICK, CLICK
In lest then a hear beat The red haired beauty found herself bound and spread eagled like a sacrificial virgin. The low sensual metallic rasp a flash a pale moon light on the keen edge of the blade as he drew it and Janie's dark vision was becoming very real.
Vladimir saw that rush of fear flashed through her eyes. That fear that the dark hunter by night savored almost as much as the sweet warm living life force of a young maiden as he quenched his appetites and feed till that sublime moment of her fear her dread that brought such an intense life to her eyes slowly die and the blank stare of eternity replace that life with the cold gaze of the tomb. That fear where only moments before this redheaded beauty had been shamelessly and wantonly pressing her dark sinful desire to his hand now he could smell her fear.
The deathly cold caress of that blade to warm living flesh, the soft renting whisper as the tough material parted on the keen edge, as if it where tissue paper. The pull of the material that heavy seam now cutting deeply between the firm tight cheeks of Janie's ass, drawn tight, cleaving her hot wet pussy. Then the whole ordeal began again as the knife sliced through the denim of the other leg of her jeans. Then his hands where forcefully pulling open Janie's jeans from her, the cool night air bathing her heated sex, two more swift flicks of his wrist and Vladimir was tugging the scrap of cloth that was the girl's jeans away from her gorgeous young body. She was now naked from the waist down. Bathed in the pure light of the virgin moon in her flight across the night sky.
The Count never said a word his eyes darker than the night sky. Janie's whimpered, was met by his silence as cold as the grave. The icy cold blade touched her quivering belly as he slowly sensually began to cut away the girl's sweater . Soon it was slit up the middle, that keen edge so near the madly throbbing pulse of Janie's life force at the hollow of her neck, one little slip a turn of the wrist and the alabaster stone would be stained crimson with her own blood, Blood from a body so naively offered to a stranger in the night.
" Janie "
He sensually whispered her name as his mouth claimed hers in a savage kiss the knife clattering to the stone pavers that surrounded the alter.
"So you have never been bound young lady.”
His voice as soft as the nightingale’s song and rich as a dark moonless night as he breathed,
“ Then It is high time that you where Janie Gladies."
His lips brushed hers even as his hands circled around her trim little waist and he lifted her to sit on the stone table as if she were as light as a feather. His dark ageless eyes smiled their pleasure with her even as he claimed her lips with a seductive kiss, his body pressing hers down as he held her in that dark passionate kiss .Vladimir hands slid slowly up the sensual curves of Janie’s torso. His thumbs brushed across her nipples, the girl's sweater the only thing that kept bare skin from bare skin. Up along her arms they slid till their fingers again entwined as the Count stretched her hands above her head. A soft sensual metallic,
CLICK
A silver circlet of metal now held Janie's right wrist captive.
CLICK
Janie's left wrist was now held fast. Slowly the count rose his eyes dark as the night sky. He slipped from her soft warm body the tips of his fingers boldly trailed down Janie's body. They trailed across her denim covered pussy he smiled as his finger slid up and down along the crotch seem of the girl's jeans pressing it into the soft wet folds of her pussy. The count played and teased her jean covered inner thighs, trailed down her legs. Vladimir stood at the end of the stone table he slipped first one then the other sneaker from her feet. A kiss to the instep as his hands encircled her trim ankles slowly he pulled her ankles far apart opening her jeans covered body to him
.
CLICK, CLICK
In lest then a hear beat The red haired beauty found herself bound and spread eagled like a sacrificial virgin. The low sensual metallic rasp a flash a pale moon light on the keen edge of the blade as he drew it and Janie's dark vision was becoming very real.
Vladimir saw that rush of fear flashed through her eyes. That fear that the dark hunter by night savored almost as much as the sweet warm living life force of a young maiden as he quenched his appetites and feed till that sublime moment of her fear her dread that brought such an intense life to her eyes slowly die and the blank stare of eternity replace that life with the cold gaze of the tomb. That fear where only moments before this redheaded beauty had been shamelessly and wantonly pressing her dark sinful desire to his hand now he could smell her fear.
The deathly cold caress of that blade to warm living flesh, the soft renting whisper as the tough material parted on the keen edge, as if it where tissue paper. The pull of the material that heavy seam now cutting deeply between the firm tight cheeks of Janie's ass, drawn tight, cleaving her hot wet pussy. Then the whole ordeal began again as the knife sliced through the denim of the other leg of her jeans. Then his hands where forcefully pulling open Janie's jeans from her, the cool night air bathing her heated sex, two more swift flicks of his wrist and Vladimir was tugging the scrap of cloth that was the girl's jeans away from her gorgeous young body. She was now naked from the waist down. Bathed in the pure light of the virgin moon in her flight across the night sky.
The Count never said a word his eyes darker than the night sky. Janie's whimpered, was met by his silence as cold as the grave. The icy cold blade touched her quivering belly as he slowly sensually began to cut away the girl's sweater . Soon it was slit up the middle, that keen edge so near the madly throbbing pulse of Janie's life force at the hollow of her neck, one little slip a turn of the wrist and the alabaster stone would be stained crimson with her own blood, Blood from a body so naively offered to a stranger in the night.
" Janie "
He sensually whispered her name as his mouth claimed hers in a savage kiss the knife clattering to the stone pavers that surrounded the alter.