Suck My Blood... Please

At first it was fear. The night Nikki was abducted, she thought it was her last. But the more she learned about her abductor, the more she lusted after him. Was this what she had been desiring all along? Or was she simply another victim of his mysterious ways?

READER ADVISORY: Story contains content some readers may find objectionable, including voyeurism, exhibitionism, sex with strangers and extended orgasms. If you have a problem with orgasms, do not purchase this book.

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Suddenly, he gets up, lifts Nikki in his arms and walks down a dark hallway to an even darker staircase, leading to a basement. Her heart begins to race as fear enters her body again. This is no joke. He really could kill her and this is probably where he will do it. As they enter the basement she sees a cement slab in the middle of the room. She starts to shake as he stands her next to the slab. “Remove your dress please.” He instructs gently. “My dress? Um why? I. . .I mean. . .what for?” Nikki says, shakily. He reaches for the buttons on her dress and begins to unbutton them one by one until her dress falls open, then he pushes it past her shoulders and to the floor. She wraps her arms around herself but he gently unwraps them...