3 - The Alley
The Alley
Belinda Part 3
Diante was a nice, a very nice treat, but Belinda hungered now greatly for her meal. She pulled the tight black dress over her body and tossed her hair. She kissed Diante’s lips and whispered “sleep” as she exited the huge boudoir with an over sized bed that Belinda had special made. This was her sleeping place and where Diante always rested after their play. Now she was ready to leave the house in search of what her body craved, while the house slept quiet. There would an early rise for the new arrival, and to finish last minute shopping. A special order was also expected from a close by brothel. They knew it would be rough but this particular brothel catered to Belinda, and everyone has their price. No deaths, no problems.
As Belinda approached the dark alley, she spotted him. He was a tall strong man and very well dressed. It would seem he had slipped out a back door leading to this dark alley. He smiled as she approached. She would appear harmless; perhaps he thought the same of her that she was simply taking a break from a gathering or dinner party inside. Belinda smiled saying nothing but drawing him near to her just the same. The two drawn close in a kiss, she bit his lip but he didn’t know there was blood. She knew.
In heated passion his mouth fell to her silk covered breast, suckling, throwing her body to the wall. Belinda grabbed his head pulling him into her. His tongue teased the hard nipple through the material as he dropped the straps over her shoulders exposing the mounds of flesh, quickly taking one then the other between his lips. Belinda gasped and turning toward a similar cry further down the alley, and a shadowy figure.
A cold smile crossed Belinda’s lips as the man dropped to his knees. She kept an eye toward the shadow while her dress was lifted. With a moan, he buried his face in her crotch. Finally giving in, Belinda forgot the shadow, sinking toward the pleasure of the man’s lips and tongue. A soft gasp and he was standing again undoing his trousers, pressing close to her, his hardness driving deep.
Belinda wrapped her legs around him as his thrusts grew harder and deeper. With her own rapture, she pressed her mouth to his neck. Her lips sucking his flesh as he withdrew and entered again and again. Slowly, so he would not notice at first, she gently pierced his flesh. The aroma and taste of hot blood spurting into her mouth intoxicated her. His hot seed flooding her, she shook violently trying to calm the want. As he fed one hunger, she worked to satiate the other, further sinking her sharp fangs deep. His body quieted and she drank. When there was no more fight left, she dropped him to the ground like a rag.
Belinda straightened her dress, ran her fingers through her thick mane and licked over her still wet lips. When she reached the end of the alley, there was no sign of the shadowy figure she had seen. There was a sweet scent in the air and she knew her beautiful stranger had not gone far.
