by Zenia, Zara
“You said you were going to spank my ass hard, sir, for being a naughty girl.”
“And what else did I say?” As I move the string of her thong aside and press the plug against her tight little hole.
Her voice has a ring of excitement as she says, “You said you were going to make me come many times, sir.”
“I did. I think one for each day that you chose to keep yourself from me. How many days was that, pet?” I ask.
Her voice hitches in her throat and she says, “Seven days, sir.”
“Seven. Seven orgasms in the next… twenty minutes, pet. Oh, dear, first you need to have your punishment… that cuts out on the down time between them… well, a naughty girl like you should be able to handle it, shouldn’t she, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she squeaks as I press the plug fully into her and switch it on.
“No coming until I say, pet. Now, are you ready for your spanking?”
She nods. “Yes, sir.”
I select a leather bound paddle about the size of an iPad. “I think three swats for every day you didn’t see me. How many would that be, pet?”
“Twenty-one, sir.”
I spank her, and she squeals. The paddle leaves a bright red mark on the lower part of her ass. I plan to make her entire ass bright red and keep it that way. “Count, pet.”
“One, sir,” she says shakily.
I only take a single breath between swats, and she doesn’t miss a beat in her counting, but her voice is shaky, and her breathing is hard. “Good girl,. Now, let’s get you down and get those panties off. Only fifteen minutes left now…”
“Yes, sir,” she pants.
I help her down and position her facing the vieweres, unclipping her garters and sliding the soaked panties down over her legs. I have her kneel while I shift things around, moving the spanking bench in front of the audience. This particular spanking bench has adjustable height, so I raise it until it’s waist high. I move her to it, lifting her up easily and fix her limbs in place, her ass and pussy now fully visible to the audience. I roll the fishnet stockings down to her knees, so the back of her thighs are exposed as well.
I remove the plug and she whimpers. “Don’t worry, pet, I have another toy for that pretty little hole.” I set the plug in the sink and grab a dual plug. It is thick and bendable, and it vibrates. I press the tip to her ass and work it in while she squirms. I spank her ass and say, “Be still, pet.”
She moans but stops squirming. Once that end is fully seated, I add the other end to her folds, pushing it into place too. She is dripping wet now. I let her stew for a moment and say, “Oh dear, pet, only ten minutes now to get those orgasms in… do you want to come?”
“Please, sir, please let me come,” she pants.
“Hmmm, I don’t think we’re quite ready. I think we’re missing something… what could it be, pet?”
Shakily she moans out, “Blood play, sir?”
“What does our audience think of that?” I look over to them, most of them nodding and grin. “I think they approve of your answer, pet.”
I move over the bureau and open the first drawer. I pull out a three-headed pinwheel and return to her. I roll it over her already tender ass cheeks, not drawing blood, but she gasps, and I know she is very close.
“Not yet, pet.” I roll it over her ass again, this time hard enough to leave an impression, but not hard enough to pierce her flesh yet. This is just a tease.
She’s gasping and moaning, her legs shaking.
“Pet, give me the safe word.”
“G-green,” she swallows, “sir.” Her voice is so shaky, I know she’s right on the cusp.
I roll the pinwheel down the back of her thigh, this time drawing blood, and the audience all draw in a sharp breath in anticipation. I grin and do the same to her other thigh and move to her inner thighs. Blood drips from the little marks I make, and I lean down and lick up her leg.
“Pet, when you feel me bite, you may come,” I say.
“Y-yes, s-sir,” she says, her voice quivering with need.
I lick up her thigh to her pussy, gliding my tongue over where the dildo sits, and she shudders. I move to her other thigh, licking up all of the blood and then to her ass cheek and I bite down. She screams in pleasure and bucks against the bench, her juices spilling out, dripping like a faucet to the floor.
I don’t take much, just a tiny sip, as I plan to bite her several more times. Licking the spot I bit, I smile. “That was one, pet. We have six minutes left, and six more to get to, are you ready, pet?”
“No… sir…” she gasps out, but I can see the grin on her lips as she pants.
“Too bad, you better come when I say, or I’m going to have to tell Theo that we will require the room longer, and I’ll have to add additional punishments. We’re now down to five minutes, pet.” I chuckle. “Ready? You will come each time I bite, understand, pet?”
Without waiting for her answer, I bite her again, this time on her other ass cheek, and she gushes, wailing as the orgasm hits her. Again, I only take a sip and lick the wound as it dribbles blood. “Don’t my bite marks look lovely on her pink little ass?” I ask our audience.
The clearly aroused audience nods.
I move beneath her to her inner thigh as she pants, trying to catch her breath. “Come for me, pet,” I say again and bite her inner thigh.
She screams, throwing her head back, her body shaking. Before it’s even finished, I bite her other thigh. She’s gasping and shaking, but I move on, back to her ass, this time I pull on the dildo in her ass as I bite down close to her crack. Her cries are now guttural as she convulses, shaking and straining against her bindings.
“Two more, pet,” I say, moving to the other side as I shift the dildo again. I bite her, and I can tell her body is close to exhaustion. Blood mingles with her juices as they run down her thigh to the floor. “One more. You’ve been such a good girl, pet.” I take the dildos out and move between her legs, licking at her pussy. “Now, come for me one last time, pet,” I say and bite just above her clit while my tongue laves over her clit.
She explodes in my mouth, and I drink a little bit more heavily of her blood than I did on the previous bites, but not enough to harm her. My tongue swirls over the bite mark, closing it, and moves back over her pussy, dipping into her folds and she comes again. She’s now so sensitive, I chuckle.
Moving out from between her legs, I say, “Pet, what did kitty just do, you naughty minx?”
She gives me an exhausted laugh. “Kitty came one too many times, sir,” she pants out, her limbs still shaking.
I give her pussy a smack and dip a finger into her folds and she gushes again, her body trembling even more as she moans in pleasure. “How many times more, pet?” I say arching a brow.
“Make… that… two… sir,” she gasps out.
“Hmmm, yes, that is a naughty kitty. Unfortunately, our time is up, so our audience shall have to come back another night to view your new punishment, won’t they, pet?”
“Yes… sir,” she pants, her head resting against her shoulder.
“Thank your audience, pet.” I pat her ass, leaving a handprint over the bloody bite mark.
“Thank you… for watching,” she says, clearly fatigued.
The audience claps, and I close the curtain. “Are you all right, pet?” I ask as I lick the dripping blood from her cuts and close the wounds. I lower the bench and uncuff her ankles.
“Sore, sir,” she whispers softly, clearly on the verge of passing out.
“I imagine so,” I say with a smile, so happy that she came into my life. I now cannot imagine my life without her. That thought leads me to recall that she’s human and will eventually leave me, maybe not by choice but because she’ll die. I could turn her, I think as I release her arms and lift her up, cradling her in my arms. “How is your bottom, pet?”
“Very tender, sir.” Her voice is hazy and soft.
“Can you sit?” I ask, worrying I may have b
een too hard on her.
“I think so, sir,” she replies, as I remove the blindfold.
I set her down on the bench by the wall, and she falls back against it. I return the room to its normal appearance and pick up our toys. After washing and sanitizing them, I help her redress. Her limbs remind me of a ragdoll—she’s barely able to move herself. “Do you need me to take you home, pet?”
“No, meeting Bella. Going home with her, sir,” she murmurs.
She still seems a bit hazier than she should be, and I fear I took a little too much blood. I bite my wrist and press it to her lips. She looks at me with wide eyes. “Pet, just take a sip of my blood. It will help you recover a bit faster, and then let’s get you a drink while we wait for her.”
“Yes, sir.” She nods, taking my wrist and allows some of my blood to fill her mouth, and she swallows. After a moment, her pupils dilate, and she takes a sharp breath, sitting up straight. “I’m not going to turn into a vampire now, am I?”
I remove my wrist from her grip and close the bite. I look at her and grin. She’s got a bit of blood on her lips and looks delicious. I pull her up into my arms and kiss her, removing the traces of blood. “Not just now, pet. One little swallow of blood isn’t going to turn you.”
She nods and smiles back at me, looking better already. “All right, sir.” Her voice is much stronger now.
We leave the room. Upstairs, I settle her on the same chair that we have used since we met—to me it has become “her” chair. I head to the bar and order her two sodas and move back to her, wrapping her hand around one of them.
“Drink, pet.”
She does as I ask, swallowing down half of the glass. A moment later, a smiling Bella joins us.
“Hey there, you look like you’ve had a good time,” she says with a grin.
Carolyn giggles. “You could say that.”
“I’m sorry I missed it! I think I’d love to watch the two of you.” Her eyes move between us.
“You’ll have to speak to Augustus about that,” Carolyn says, grinning. “Couples only in our show, apparently. Theo’s orders.”
“Oh that’s right. You two are in the VIP space. Must be pretty kinky!” She laughs.
Carolyn blushes.
“Finish your drink, pet.” I hand her the second glass and set the empty one aside.
“Yes, sir,” she answers, giving me a sassy grin. She swallows it all down and sets the glass on the table.
“I will walk you two out,” I say, lifting her from the chair.
We go out to Bella’s sports coupe, and I set the bag with Carolyn’s regular clothes and purse in the back and help her into the passenger seat.
“She’ll be fine,” Bella says, getting into her own seat.
“Pet, do not stay up too late and text me when you get to Bella’s.”
“Yes, sir.”
I kiss her forehead and close the door. I move back toward the club as they pull out of the lot, but something catches my eye, and I have to look again. Panic slides through my veins as I realize a large, black SUV pulled out of the lot behind them. I pull out my phone and dial Carolyn’s number, but it goes straight to voicemail.
“Fuck!” I hurry over to Augustus and ask, “Can I borrow a car? I’m quite sure that was Marvin following the girls out of the lot!”
Chapter 22
Carolyn
“So?” Bella says as we drive through town. “How was it?”
I’m still drowsy, even after two sodas and some of his blood, but not as drowsy as I was directly after the scene. I roll my head over to look at her and grin. “Amazing.”
“Glad I told you to call him?”
“Yes. Thank you.” I sigh.
She pulls into her driveway, and we get out. I almost shut the door before remembering the bag with my clothes and grab it. “Mind if I change?” I say, holding it up.
She laughs. “Yeah, you’re braver than me wearing that getup in the club. I’m surprised you weren’t hit on by every guy in the place.”
“James chose it. I think if any guy even came within arm distance to me, he’d have knocked them out.” I giggle. “I think he likes showing me off, but it’s strictly a look but don’t touch situation.”
Bella opens the front door, and we head into her bedroom where I strip the dress off. As I bend over to get in the bag, Bella gasps. I look at her, and frown. “What?”
“You’ve got bite marks on your ass and thighs.” She blinks at me.
I giggle. “Yeah. I haven’t seen them yet. Got a mirror?”
She nods. “Bathroom.”
She follows me in, and I get a good look at the marks on my ass and thighs. Six bites are showing, the seventh is in a place I’d rather not show off, but figure I’ll see in a bit.
“He used those fake teeth on you six times?”
Fake? Oh… right, she doesn’t know. “I was very naughty.” I giggle.
“You have to tell me everything,” Bella whispers in awe.
I nod and remove the garter and stockings, then pull on my jeans over the black thong panties. I add my t-shirt over the matching bra. “Let’s go into the living room, and I’ll tell you everything.” Well, not ‘everything’, everything. I can’t tell her about the vampires.
We get comfortable on the sofa, which is situated facing a large bay window instead of an entertainment center. I don’t think Bella even owns a TV. Bella has a gorgeous front yard with a really nice garden, and she likes to watch the hummingbirds that visit the feeders. Since it’s night, there aren’t any birds. All we see is darkness and our own reflections in the glass.
“Okay, spill it,” she says, grinning.
“Well, we had a long talk the other night, and I explained that I was scared. James understood, of course. However, since we decided to move forward, he couldn’t allow me to get away with disobeying him.” I giggle. “So tonight, he set me up on the giant X thing—”
“The Saint Andrew’s Cross?”
“Yes, that. He spanked me until my ass was redder than my hair.” I laugh and shift on the sofa, my ass still tender. “Then he moved me to the spanking bench—that’s what it felt like anyway—but it was lifted up in the air, so I’m not sure. We moved to blood play, and that’s where the marks and bites came from. Oh, and he made me come nine times in like six minutes. It was only supposed to be seven, but he kept touching me, and I couldn’t help it.” I laugh again.
“Nine times! Geez Louise! I’m lucky if Augustus lets me come once!” She laughs. “Granted they are amazing, but still!”
“Well, I don’t recommend them so close together... it was almost too much too fast. He did tell the audience that I was naughty again and came twice without permission, so now I have to be punished again next time we’re there, of course.” I grin.
“I definitely will have to come wat—” Bella gasps and her hand goes to her side. She pulls her fingers away, and I see blood.
“What the fuck? Bella, what’s… what happened?”
“Shot…” she gasps, “window…” her eyes close and she collapses, falling to the floor.
I swivel to look at the window, seeing the hole, and out into the yard, and see a flash of a white shirt and know it’s Marvin. “Oh my God!” I leap up and grab Bella, pulling her around to the other side of the sofa and duck down. “Where’s my phone? Bella, Bella?” I pat her cheek, but she’s passed out. “Fuck!”
“Come out, come out wherever you are, Car-o-line. I know you’re in there, you fucking little bitch!”
I pat Bella’s cheeks again, afraid that she’s losing a lot of blood. I pull off my tee and press it to her side. Her body shifts, and I see her phone in her back pocket. I grab it and dial 9-1-1.
“I can shoot up the place more, Car-o-line! Bet you’d like that, you cunt!”
He pops off a few more shots through the glass, and I scream.
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“Yes, my name is Carolyn Grant and my ex-boyfriend, who I h
ave a restraining order against, is outside my friend’s house shooting a gun at us! He’s hit my friend, and she’s bleeding and passed out!” I try to remain calm.
“Can you give me your address?”
I do and say, “Please hurry! I’m scared!”
“Officers are en route, ma’am. Please stay on the line. Are you and your friend in a safe location in the house?”
“Not really, we’re pinned down behind the couch. He’s shooting at us through a large bay window at the front of the house.”
“All right, just stay where you are, the officers are eight minutes away.”
“Do I need to go shoot up that club of yours, Car-o-line? Hmmm? How about those pretty boys I saw you with? How about I go shoot them up? Get out here, you fucking bitch!”
I see a flash of light, and I half wonder if it’s the cops, but I don’t want to look.
“Ma’am are you still with me?” the operator asks.
“Yes, are the cops here? I think I saw headlights,” I ask.
“No, ma’am, they’re still several minutes out.”
“Fucker!” I hear Marvin shout and then another couple of pops from his weapon.
The door bursts open, and James shouts, “Carolyn, where are you?”
“I’m here!” I say, raising a hand. “Is… is Marvin—”
“He took a couple shots at me and ran.” James comes around the sofa and sees me pressing my shirt to Bella’s side. “Let me look.” He lifts my hands and shakes his head. He feels her pulse in her neck, takes the phone from me and hangs it up.
“But—” I start to say, but he puts his finger over my lips.
“If I don’t give her some of my blood, she’s going to bleed out and die. Hush a moment, okay, pet?”
I nod.
“Lift her shirt,” he says.
I lift the shirt, and he digs his finger into the hole, pulling out the bullet. Then he slits his wrist and drips his blood into her wound. I watch as the wound closes most of the way but doesn’t heal completely. I look at him with wide eyes. “How—”
