by Renee Rose
He does.
He turns it on and brings it between her legs, inserting it into her pussy. Her head lolls back from the pleasure. With one hand, he moves the wand back and forth in her, the small sparks of electricity shooting out from inside. The buzzing is quieter, less intense than the previous wand, the voltage has to be lower. His other hand plays her clit, his thumb pad rubbing it, flicking it over and over. She arches her back, close to orgasm, and he speeds up the vibrating violet wand dildo’s thrusting and his fingers moving until her entire body is shaking, pushing her over the peak.
The violent orgasm thrusting from her body is a sight to behold—it is as if she’s seizing, the way her entire body is responding to the stimuli, her cries are loud and strangled… and that’s when it happens.
He bites her.
He comes up behind her, facing me, and I see them for the first time: his fangs. His long, sharp fangs. They pierce her skin, and he moans as his mouth suckles at the source. She screams again, another orgasm following the first closely. His body mimics hers, he tenses before letting out his own low growl. Surely biting her didn’t bring him to orgasm, right?
It isn’t bloody, it isn’t violent. It is sensual, and the most romantic act I have ever witnessed.
I study Keri as she watches the scene unfold in front of us. I make a mental note to purchase some electric play equipment soon. She has made a few comments in the past about being curious, but smelling her arousal at the scene is another beast altogether. I am most interested in how she will respond to the bite.
Her pulse is racing, thumping loudly in my ears. There is a small spot of drool at the corner of her lips, and sweet sweat beading on her forehead. When the dominant leans in for the bite, my sweet submissive chews down on her lip, and the drop of blood that appears is almost my undoing. She is not turned off—to the contrary, she is turned on; turned very, very on.
“Did you like that, Butterfly?”
“Yes.” She blinks a couple times, as if clearing away the fog of arousal. “I’m thirsty, may I go get a drink?” she asks sweetly. I’m thirsty too, incredibly thirsty, but not for anything they have at the bar. What I want comes straight from the tap. I turn us towards the bar, irritated when we are interrupted by Constance, another vampire. I resign myself to remember that this is part of the job, part of coming to Arizona. I had hoped this weekend would be less about work and more about personal pleasure, but to be fair, I have set up a reputation for being all business. I need to change that, especially now. I send Keri ahead to grab the drinks.
Keri has barely walked away when Nina appears at my arm. “Leave. Now. I have nothing to say to you,” I tell her.
“You used to have plenty to say to me.” She leans in, rubbing her breast against my arm, sticking her offensive face within an inch of mine. I look past her to Keri and see that she is watching us, her eyes narrowed, her hands on her hips.
“Used to. I am with Keri now, and the sooner you understand that, the better.”
“For now… that could change. She could… I don’t know, disappear.”
I snatch Nina up by the throat, lifting her clear off the ground. “The next time you approach me, or threaten my girl, it will be the last thing you do. Do you understand me?” I don’t wait for her to respond. I set her back on her feet and turn back to Constance, giving Nina my back.
I try to focus on what Constance is saying. There is a specifically dangerous job in Africa. He needs my specific set of skills. I’ve heard it all before. I can be picky with the jobs I take now. I’ve built an empire, and garnered an impeccable reputation. It wasn’t easy, but I have done it. The respect that follows me is my ticket into all of the exclusive clubs around the world. I can afford to ask the age old, what is in it for me? question to these dolts. If I took every job offered, it would be all work and no play.
Unfortunately, Keri missed the last part of the conversation with Nina, and only saw her rubbing herself on me. When I look over again, Keri has found Taylor and is quizzing him about Nina and myself. She wants to play games? She can try, but I will win. I always win. If she wants to gamble, she’d better make sure she knows that it is much more than just her shirt she could lose. I crook my finger at her, beckoning her to me. I wait for her to obey, and she does so without hesitation.
“If you keep trying my patience, I am going to take you… here. Right here. In front of everyone in this room. Do you understand me?” I watch her as she processes my words. She blushes prettily, the heat spreading up her neck to right below her mask.
“Yes, Sir.” The words flow submissively from her mouth but her thoughts say another thing altogether.
He wouldn’t! He’s too possessive. Our public play at our club has always been discreet. He won’t want another man to see me naked…
“That’s where you are wrong, Butterfly. We aren’t back at home among the humans, we are at Toxic, and I’m among my kind. I don’t have to hide who I am here. You are right about one thing: I am possessive of what is mine, and don’t you dare forget that.”
Her breath has hitched, caught in her throat. Her pulse beating against the thin skin of her neck is like a drug. I need to taste it. I want to sink my teeth into her. Down, boy.
“May I go to the restroom?” she asks in a submissive, quiet voice. I nod my permission. We could both use the distance to calm ourselves. My cock has grown uncomfortable in my pants. I shift, hoping the fabric gives enough to relieve some of the pressure I am feeling.
I turn back to the conversation, moving slightly to have a clearer view of the ladies’ room. Keri emerges soon and, instead of returning to me, she returns to Taylor’s side. He’s holding court with another young vampire and a human submissive. Watching Keri smile and flirt with Taylor, to try and make me jealous, has me chuckling. She can’t know exactly how badly she has chosen. Taylor is young, inexperienced and a hothead. Of all the vampires present, he is the least likely to cause me pause.
I find it adorable that she thinks she is mad at me. Jealousy is such an irrational, human emotion. Such a sign of weakness. She can’t help but have the flaws of her species, and I can’t blame her for those emotions, but I can hold her accountable for the behaviors she is demonstrating. I have trained her better than this. I focus in on her, and read her thoughts, listen to her speak with her mind.
Feeling my gaze, she looks over her left shoulder at me. I pretend to listen to Constance ramble on as I continue to watch my girl play. She will pay for this later.
He’s watching me. Good. Let him watch this.
Keri leans into Taylor, runs her fingers up the side of his neck, and whispers into his ear. He wraps his arm around her waist, and his hand lingers on her ass. That is the final straw.
She is going to pay. Now.
Possessiveness overwhelms me. I don’t enjoy seeing another touch what is mine. Keri is aware of the change in me. We have very few rules when we play at our local club. She scenes with no one but me. That is the first rule we established when we became play partners… long before I fell in love with her and she became much more to me.
“Excuse me.” I blur to Keri’s side. Snatching her ponytail in my fist, I wrap it tightly, tilting her head back, assertively claiming her. “This one is mine.”
“She isn’t acting like she is yours.”
I refrain from snapping his neck. After all, it isn’t his fault. Keri wants to play games, Taylor was her prey.
“She will pay for that, believe me.” I lead her by the hair to the middle of the room. She used Taylor to put on a show for me, and now I will use her to put a show on for everyone else. Dropping her to her knees, I bend forward, whispering into her ear, “Remember, you brought this on yourself, Butterfly. You think vampires are wicked? Well, I’m about to have my wicked way with you.”
Eyes are on us, some of the conversation has stopped, other voices have dropped to hushed whispers. The impact play going on around us provides a nice acoustic tempo for my game.
; “Hands behind your back.” Once she is in position, I pick my supplies. The choice between gold, black, or silver Shibari rope is a nice touch, but then again, I expected nothing less from Lucius. Every detail, even the most minute, is attended to. I pick up my rope of choice. Gold. Always, gold.
Working quickly, I thread the rope first with a double column tie around her slender wrists. With one arm around both of Keri’s arms, holding them together, perhaps tighter than necessary, I bring the rope up until just below her elbows, before wrapping it around. I create friction by wrapping under the bands and then pulling upward. I continue tying, wrapping under both bands, going down again to complete the wrap, and then pulling back up. She’s cinched now, restricted nicely. She will have little room to move around.
I continue, using the same process to create an identical band above Keri’s elbow, dressing the wrap as I go, making it pretty. I’m tying my girl up, wrapping her like a present. I dress my wraps, making sure to spread the tension and pressure out evenly. I want her to feel the restraint, to know who is in charge, but I do not want her distracted by discomfort.
Adding more rope, I create a simple harness, the gold contrasting against the black of her dress. I bring the rope down, underneath her right arm, across her back and beautify the strand that is going upwards. I quickly repeat these steps on the other side, creating straps. I work quickly, creating handles from the rope before bringing it around and completing the harness. The arm-binder tie has hindered her movement, the beautiful, gold roped harness around her front has forced her shoulders back, thrusting her chest even further out. I can see the outline of her tight, hard nipples.
I step back to admire my handiwork. Centuries of learning the art of Shibari has made me a master of rope. It is a quick, flawless tie. How beautiful she looks, kneeling, her eyes cast down, the gold of the rope stark against the midnight black dress, her breasts emphasized with the loops around them. Her front is vulnerable to me—hell, her entire body is mine for the taking. Just as I like it to be.
“You look fucking edible, Butterfly.” I feel the shiver go down her spine. I lean in close. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bite.” I nip at her earlobe. “Not yet, anyway.”
Her breasts fit perfectly in my hand. I squeeze one breast roughly enough to make her gasp through parted lips. “Make no mistake, Butterfly. There will be no doubt, when I am done with you, to you or anyone else, who you belong to.”
She growls at me.
My submissive growled at me. Unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable.
Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.
I smile sadistically as I hear her thoughts. Oh, fuck is right, Butterfly. You have no idea.
Unzipping my pants, I approach my trussed-up beauty. Without lowering them, I pull out my dick and palm my erection.
Smacking her mouth with my cock a few times, I let her know what is coming. She isn’t just going to suck my dick. She is going to be punished for her behavior. I am going to assault her mouth with my rock-hard erection… and I am confident that she is going to enjoy every second of it, even if she doesn’t know it yet.
Forcing my erection into her warm mouth, I make sure to not be gentle. She hasn’t earned soft, this is discipline. With my right hand, I grab her ponytail, wrap it around my fist, bend her head back, and shove my cock as far down her throat as it will go. She gags and sputters, tears filling her eyes beneath her mask.
Good. Take it all. Remember who you belong to.
The eyes of the crowd are on us, I drown out their voices, both the vocal ones and their thoughts. My focus is on Keri, my beautiful submissive, my love. God, she looks so fucking hot in her gold rope corset, breasts prominently pushed out and on display, like two soldiers at attention, her lips stretched around my thick erection, tears now flowing down her face. Thrusting in and out of her mouth, I feel her soft tongue curve around my dick. She gags again, and starts to choke violently. I pull out, giving her a chance to breathe.
“Easy, Butterfly.” Releasing her hair, I massage her shoulders a bit. Leaning into her, I whisper into her ear, “Relax, we are just getting started. Trust your dom.”
My cock and my fangs twitch with a need that only she can satisfy. When I transformed some nine hundred years ago, I became a hungry, primal hunter. A monster in the shadows, needing blood to fill my urges. That urge is still there, that never-ending lust, the insatiable thirst. The difference is, now I am in control of it. I no longer allow it to control me. I am the master of my cravings, the master of the hunt, and she is my prey. I am thirsty, and the vein at her neck is pulsing, throbbing, calling to me. I will drink from it.
But not yet. I’m not done playing with my food.
Chapter 6
My throat is burning from the hard cock being jammed against the back of it. What was I thinking? I wasn’t thinking. I was reacting. Reacting to the jealousy of seeing Nina hanging onto Bentley. What has he ever done to make me jealous?
Nothing.
The little voice in the back of my head whispered the word. Nothing. He has done nothing. Nina, she has tried and succeeded at making the flood of jealous bitterness rise inside of me, but Bentley, he has done nothing. Nothing to encourage her, and everything to dissuade her.
And I haven’t been rational enough to recognize that, and where did that get me? Kneeling in the middle of a crowded room, my lips sore from the effort of sucking his massively thick cock, and he has only just begun to punish me for my transgressions.
“Yes, Butterfly.” His breath is warm on my ear. “I have only just begun.”
In a flash, I am no longer on the ground, I am lifted into the air, floating. The rope corset he fashioned around my front has handles. Bentley isn’t touching my body, but carrying me, by the ropes, above his head, like I weigh nothing.
Strength.
He has withheld so much of himself for the past year. I’ve only seen his human side. Now, I am getting a glimpse into his vampire side. I should be terrified. But, I’m not. I’m safe. He won’t hurt me.
“No, I won’t cause you harm. But this will hurt,” he corrects me, chuckling.
Damnit.
I have to find a way to turn my thoughts off.
“We will work on that, Butterfly. Someday, you will just feel. Not think, just feel. If I have my way, that day will be sooner rather than later. I will take you away from the noise in your head and teach you to live in the moment.”
He always has his way.
His laughter tells me that he read my thoughts again.
Oomph. My middle comes in contact with the red leather surface below, my knees straddling and resting on the padded material underneath. I turn my head to the side, resting it on the spanking horse. Bentley inches my dress up, above my legs, to right below my navel. I can feel the silky material over the rope on my arms.
“Beautiful underwear choice, my love.” His deep voice caresses me.
It’s a red silky thong with a matching, strapless red bra. I want to be sexy for him. I hadn’t planned on him seeing them until we returned home.
“It is cute how you think you make our plans.”
The fire that spreads across my ass cheek with his first swat not only pushes my body forward but has my brain aflame with regret. He has definitely been withholding his strength. Jesus fucking Christ, that hurt.
“Adorable that you think you have any say in when or where I will see your underwear. Who owns this ass, Butterfly?”
“You do, Sir.”
“I do. It is mine. My ass. My beautiful ass. This beautiful ass is currently in need of some much-deserved discipline.”
His tempo is steady as he lays into my bare butt, bare but for the thin strip of red cloth tight between my cheeks. Is his goal to match the color of my skin to the fabric? God, I hope not.
Swat after swat falls. Skin on skin, he sears his disappointment into my flesh. Sweet pain starts to build. I feel the stickiness gathering between my legs, the moisture proof of my arousal. I can’t sq
uirm, my arms are immobilized, and I am afraid if I move, I will throw myself off the horse and onto the floor.
The swats fall, one after another… after another. No pause in between, no rhyme or reason as to where they might land next. I can’t prepare myself for the next blow; all I can do is feel. God. It feels deliciously painful. Then they stop.
He walks around to stand beside me, where my head is lying turned on the horse. There is hunger in his eyes as he looks down at me. He holds his dick out in front of my lips again.
“Suck.”
I close my mouth around his throbbing cock, amazed at how we both are throbbing—his cock, and my ass from the raw pain of the spanking he has given me. I suck hungrily, greedily. The room has disappeared along with everyone in it. It is just him and me. I moan deep in my throat as I open wider for him, his balls slapping my chin. I can’t help myself, I thrust my pelvis against the cool leather of the horse, rubbing my clit., hoping to release some of the pressure building up.
I feel his disappointment as he steps away from me.
“You shouldn’t have done that.”
I know better.
My pleasure is his to give, and when he is disciplining me, only he can relieve me. He decides what I feel, when I feel it, and how. It is part of his dominance over me, the dominance I submit to, the dominance I crave, that I need, that I want.
He holds my face with one hand, making sure I am watching, while with the other, he slides his belt from the loops of his expensive pants—the piece of leather no doubt costing more than my car is worth—before walking behind me.
The sound of the belt swishing through the air is the only warning I receive before the fire explodes in a line of pain across my ass. My scream fills the air, the sensation startling me. Another line of heat cuts across the first, then another. He’s lashing my ass continuously—there is no pause, no doubt, this is punishment. The bite of leather is a reminder of whom I belong to, the promises I’ve made him, the commitment I’ve given. He isn’t harming me, he is taming me. Bending me to his will. Giving me everything I have ever asked of him, and every ounce of what I need. There is pleasure-pain of the greatest depth here.
