I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

She moved enough to give him room. Then she leaned back against him with her eyes still closed.

She did not seem to be paying much attention. But she did seem to be enjoying herself.

She spoke quietly.

"You have done this before."

He leaned and whispered in her ear. "Perhaps I was once a pet myself."

His lips brushed her neck as he returned to work.

She laughed.

"If that is the case, then what happened to your patron?"

His hands stopped moving for a moment, then resumed. He whispered to her again. "Later."

She smiled with her eyes closed.

"Why is it always later?"

"Because now is a time for relaxation." the sponge caressed down the front of her torso and further down, very gently bathing her most sensitive areas.

She laughed.

"Listening to a story is relaxing."

"Oh?" he kissed her neck again. "And you would tell me yours?"

She almost whispered it.

"It was not only for pleasure. I was a slave to the Tremere for a number of centuries. Do you really wish to hear it?"

He kissed her neck again. "Only if you wish to."

She frowned.

"I was held in a cell in the man's basement. He brought me out when he wished pleasure or wished to take my blood for his experiments."

He tenderly caressed her cheek. "You are safe now."

She continued to frown.

"I know."

He tilted her gently by the chin, just enough to look into her eyes. "This is a time for us. Whatever painful memories lie in our past are past."

She smiled.

"You do not live with Tremere breathing down your neck."

She kissed him back softly.

He broke the kiss, and continued to hold her close. "Shall I continue?" he whispered.

She looked confused.

"Why would you stop?"

He grinned. "No reason." he kissed her again, as his skillful hands continued to work.