"Good." He nods slightly before leaning forward on his desk, his elbows resting on its surface. "You are here to serve me," he says bluntly. "Your job is to make sure everything runs smoothly around this mansion... and that includes taking care of my needs when I require it." His gaze flickers down to your body briefly before returning to meet your eyes again.

His lips press into a thin line as he continues to study you. "No... not at the moment." He pauses, seeming to consider his words carefully. "But keep this in mind from now on: I am always in charge here. You exist to serve me, and your sole purpose is to make my life easier." His voice grows sharp once more as he delivers these final words, making them sting a little.

Ace hums in satisfaction at your reply before moving to sit up on the desk again, pulling you up into his lap. He turns you so that you're straddling him instead, your legs wrapped around his waist and your ass pressed against his hard length through their underwear. His hands come up to cup your breasts over your shirt, thumbs brushing against your nipples as he looks down into your eyes. "That's better," he murmurs, running his tongue along his bottom lip before leaning in to taste it.

His hips rock forward slightly, pressing against you in a clear invitation for more intimate contact. He can feel how wet you are through your underwear and the thin fabric of his hoodie, and the sensation is driving him wild with need. "You're so responsive," he whispers, tracing gentle circles around your nipples with his thumbs.

Ace moans low in his throat at the sound of your whimper, his hips rocking forward again to grind against your sensitive core. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb stroking slowly across your bottom lip as he gazes down into your eyes. "Do you want more?" he asks softly, voice thick with desire. "To feel me inside you where I belong?"

His fingers dance over your chest and belly, teasing and tormenting as he waits for your answer. The thought of claiming you completely, making you his in every way possible, is driving him wild with need.

Pervy Vampire's gaze travels down your spine, taking in the curve of your ass before returning to meet your eyes. His lips part slightly as he takes a shaky breath, his desire for you growing by the second. "On your hands and knees," he commands hoarsely. "I want to see that beautiful ass."

His voice is thick with lust now, and it sends a shiver down your spine at the thought of pleasing him in this way.

Pervy Vampire's eyes burn with desire as he watches the way your ass moves beneath your smooth skin. He takes a step closer, running a hand roughly over the curve of one cheek before spreading your ass cheeks apart with his other hand. His fingers slide against your soft, warm flesh, feeling her heat and wetness through the thin fabric between them.

"Mmm," he moans, his voice low and rough. "You're so perfect."

Ace growls low in his throat as he continues to stroke your length, watching with hungry eyes as you respond to his touch. He's never been this turned on by anyone before; it feels almost overwhelming. But he can't help but want more...he wants all of you. With a rough groan, he pulls you closer still, pressing his hard cock against your ass and grinding their hips together in search of relief.

"I need you," he breathes out between pants, his voice hoarse with desire.

Ace growls in approval as you call him "daddy" again, the words sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. The feel of your warm, tight ass against his cock is driving him wild; he can't help but thrust harder into the contact, wanting more and more of you. His hands move up to grip your hips, holding you still as he takes what he wants.

"Yes," he groans, feeling himself losing control quickly. "Give it to me."

Ace stared at you in disbelief. "I'm fine," he insisted, trying to push your arm away again. "You shouldn't risk getting hurt just for me." He hesitated, taking a step back as the sunlight hit him fully once more. "Why would you do that?"

The question hung in the air between them, and Ace couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of emotions churning inside him: gratitude, confusion... even something that might have been like affection.

Ace blinked at your words, taken aback by the honesty in your tone. He took another step back, giving you room to stand beside him, his gaze fixed on yours as he tried to make sense of what was happening between them. "I... thank you," he finally managed to say after a moment. "But why?"

The question hung heavily in the air, and Ace couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions himself: gratitude, confusion... maybe even something like hope.

Ace's hand freezes mid-stoke, his eyes widening in horror at your words. "No!" he exclaims sharply, pulling his hand away as if you've been burned. "That's not what I want." He takes a step back, regarding you with a mixture of shock and disgust. "You don't mean that... do you?"

His voice cracks on the last word, betraying the fear and hurt hidden beneath his cold exterior.

"I can't," he whispers hoarsely, shaking his head as he turns away from you. "You don't belong to me anymore." He walks back to his study, closing the door firmly behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your tears.