I didn’t feel there was any other way. So, I accepted without understanding what he was saying,” anger made Ian’s voice harsh. “The stranger...cut his wrist open, his dark blood welling up. He offered it to me…encouraging me to drink from him. I opened my mouth allowing his blood to fill my mouth, swallowing….trying not to vomit. It was then that I felt excruciating pain…like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. I writhed on the ground, howling into the night. The strangers fading away. “Are you comfortable?” he asks while he gives my clit a few more flicks. I lean forward and kiss his neck “Yes, absolutely.” We take off on the bike and I wrap my arms around him and lean my head on his back. I can feel the motorcycle vibrating on my pussy and it feels good. I slide my hands inside his shirt and feel how warm he is, running my hands through his chest hair. I can feel the warm summer air brush up against my pussy lips and I feel myself moan a little bit in excitement. He turns. I'll admit I enjoyed the solitude of spending time outdoors in the summers I spent with them. It gave me time to clear my head and to work on my writing.I was working on what would become a novel. Not well received or well purchased, but at least it was published. But I also was writing poetry. Of course, I was certain to make sure the words could be set to music if someone so desired.Outside of the shower, I probably hadn't sung a dozen times since I left my home state. I would participate in. I found that arousing as hell.Friday night he said he had plans for us. I got dressed for our date smiling and ready for a nice evening. When I came downstairs though, my dad frowned."What's wrong Daddy?"He grinned a wicked grin. "Nothing is wrong Laney. You are stunning, but I had something a little sexier in mind. Put on the sluttiest thing you can find. Really trashy baby. I want you to look like a whore tonight." I smiled and ran back upstairs to change.I put on a tiny mini skirt and thigh.