Seduction of the Slayer's Daughter 2 (Vampire Paranormal Erotic Romance BDSM)

Dana loves her life and sex with her Vampiric Sire, Vallos, but as former vampire slayer still is very reluctant to drink from the blood of the living. Armed with black vinyl and a riding crop, will Vallos's “special training” be enough to bring his wayward fledgling back from weakness and self-imposed hunger? Will it be enough for Dana to pass her final test into becoming a true vampire, or were her and her sire never meant to be together?

WARNING: This Adults Only erotic tale contains vampiric blood drinking, BDSM and light humiliation, a blood filled enema (vampiric feeding, not colon cleansing), analingus, spanking, riding crop play, and vampires having sex. 9,839 words.

Excerpt:

I rest my hands on his shoulders, and place a kiss on the back of his neck. He softens in an instant, registering my touch. I get closer, wrapping my arms around him, letting my chest and pussy rub against him through my clothes.
"You will not change my mind on this," he says softly.
Drat, he really does know me well. But still, give me time.
I kiss his neck again and again. Being this close to him always makes me unravel. My crotch stirs, and starts to slide down one pant leg. Pain dances in my fangs' sockets, and I try to keep them from lengthening as well. My kisses leave blotches of blood from my seeping fangs. I try to clean the discharge, under the pretense of pleasuring him with my tongue.
"I want to feed from you." I say.
"It will not nourish you, Daniel. My blood is meant to give you your powers, and immunity from the sun, but it can not work on a vampire as starved as you."
He turns to me, the light in his eyes dances. Why do I feel like I'm I trouble?
"You need blood that is as red as poppies, coppery and delicious..." he says in a low, even tone.
He moves over me on the bed, raising a leg so that he is astride me. 
He continues, whispering to me.
"It's so hot when you first take it from the vein, so bright and scalding..."
I can't help but imagine his words, and my pussy wettens a little. I resist licking my lips.
His hand drifts under my shirt and in one deft movement, his hand is at my chest, and his thumb tormenting my nipple.
"I can see how you want it, Dana. Your interest is only natural, healthy..."
My face grows hot, and my nipples harden into aching buds.
"...you have no idea what the thought of your hunger does to me, my fledgling." He continues.
My mouth is met with a firm pressure from his sweet lips. A grasp and caress later, I open to him, and his warmth overtakes my mouth. Our tongues mingle, stoking my desire, the tip of his tongue grazes the point of my fangs. They obey his touch and immediately lower.
I take a sharp drag of air as his attention moves down to my neck, and he murmurs and suckles the skin there.
Oh no, he's turning the seduction right back at me.
He presses the flat of his fangs against my jugular, teasing me. I bite my lip, trying not to respond. I can't let him talk me into anything.
He nicks my vein, and laps the thread of blood that emerges. He holds my head and starts to suck. I moan and my back arches, and my pussy aches for his hand.
"I can show you how to be gentle." He whispers, his hand drifting into my panties. "How to prey quietly. There's no need to make them afraid, or in pain." His hand cups my pussy. My head lolls, caught in sensation.
"Please," I stammer.
My panties are pulled down until they rest on my slightly parted thighs. His hand cups me inside that gap, and he holds me there, appreciating the warmth and readiness of my glistening folds. His fingers roll my soft flesh, and his thumb finds the so-tender flap over my clitoris...
"In fact, they enjoy it, having me fang-deep inside of them." He says, after a loving press.
I can't believe what I'm hearing.
He strokes me deeper, until my hips shift to further milk his touch...
"Just let me show you."
A mewl slips from my throat.
"Hunt with me."