by Renee Rose
I nod.
He comes over to me and crouches down. “Open your mouth.”
I do, and he tips a glass up to my lips. I drink greedily, spilling some of the water down my chest, but decide to keep my hands behind my back since he didn’t tell me to move them.
When I’m done, I nod at the glass. “Thank you. I’m good now.”
“All right.”
He puts the glass onto the table. “This reminds me of our champagne moment.” He gets down on his knees, too, so we’re facing each other, and bends his dark head down to suck my nipples—one, then the other. They’re tender from his earlier punishment, but just a little. I whimper as he bites down, and then moan as the pain turns to pleasure.
“Your skin is so delicious.” He bites me harder, and I shake. “Let’s get you into the bed.”
He stands up and reaches for my hand, then helps me to my feet. It feels oddly like we’re going to join a dance, like some old-fashioned Victorian dance partners. Only instead of leading me to a row of other dancers, he brings me back to the bed.
We stand there for a moment, and suddenly he kisses me, his mouth on mine, his tongue playing with me. I wrap my arms around him and his go around me, and we press together so closely, I feel like we’re one being for a minute.
“Take off your clothes,” I whisper, pulling at his shirt.
He smiles. I can barely see it in the dark, but I hear it in his voice. “Do you want to help, then?” He holds up a sleeve. “I’ll do the jacket, give you some assistance there.” Then he removes his jacket and tosses it to a chair. “You can do the cufflinks, if you like.”
“I don’t actually know how cufflinks work.” I lean closer to his arm, trying to understand the way the gleaming metal tucks into the hole. “It’s like a button?”
“Yes.”
“These look so old fashioned. Did you get them for tonight, or did you already have them?”
I figure it out and pull out the golden links. They’re heavy in my hand, and soft—I can feel that they’re very valuable.
“Had them already. For a long time.” His voice is somewhat melancholy. Then he brightens up. “But there’s less pleasure in old gold than in bright new jewels. Like you. Temi, you’re a diamond. A sapphire.”
“Sapphires are my favorite.” I touch the earrings that still dangle at my lobes.
“They suit you. You should wear sapphires all day, and nothing else.” He touches my nipples. “Here. We can pierce you and get you gems. Here, too.” He reaches between my legs and brushes my clit. “If you’re brave enough to try it. And bangles for your arms and ankles.”
I lie back and spread my legs. “Show me where you’d like to put that jewel. Use your tongue, professor. I’m going to need explicit directions.”
He laughs. “You think you’re in charge all of a sudden? I thought you wanted my clothes off.”
“Oh, I do. But maybe you can teach me another lesson first. One that’s nicer than the one out there.” I pout. “You were quite mean to me on that bench.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t like it,” he growls. “You were so wet you nearly made a puddle on the floor. Every goddamn man in there would have killed me out of jealousy, Temi.”
“I still want something nice.” I narrow my eyes at him. I did like it. But it was overwhelming. I want to even the playing field… even if just for a second.
He seems content to play along with my game. “I’m thinking of a location right around…” he spreads my legs and puts his dark head between my thighs, “here.” He flicks the tip of my clit with his tongue. “Maybe not right… here.” He licks it again, softly, round and round, so I squirm and cry out in pleasure. “But perhaps along the sides—a gem on each side, protecting the treasure?”
He licks my labia, then drives his tongue deep into my pussy, pulling it forward over my clit, the pressure almost too much, until I cry out with need.
“I think you’d like the extra sensation.” He licks me again. “I’d hold your pretty legs open the way I like and tease you mercilessly, Temi. Make you wait until you have permission. If you come too soon, I’d spank you with the leather strap and make you wait a few more nights for your next orgasm. How would you like that?”
“No, don’t make me wait, I can’t wait,” I beg. “I want to come right now.”
“Oh, we’re not even close right now,” he chides me, pulling his head away. “This is just a chat. A hypothetical.”
But my thighs quiver with desire, and my whole body quakes. I force myself to take deep breaths, get myself away from the cliff of pleasure. With concentration, I’m able to stall the orgasm. “Locke, you’re not playing fair.”
“Oh, but I never promised to play fair. I only promised to take whatever I wanted.” His voice is a little harsh. “Don’t you remember?”
“I remember.” My voice is soft.
“You said you wanted it a little dark.” His voice gets lower.
“I remember that too.”
He moves his hand and the lights in the room get dimmer, somehow. He leans over my body, still kneeling between my spread thighs, and holds my hands still over my head. “I’m going to tie you up now,” he says, speaking against my lips, his mouth brushing mine. “And then I’m going to do the dark things you want.”
From somewhere he produces another soft rope, which he winds around my wrists in an intricate knot. He fastens it to the metal headboard on the bed. “My prisoner,” he says, standing up. He takes off his shirt, then his pants. When he’s fully naked, I can see the power of his huge cock even in the dim room, and I catch my breath. He’s so big—
“I can read every desire in your mind,” he whispers. Or is it reverberating in my head? It’s the same as in my dream, the daydream I had in class.
“I don’t understand.” I whimper and pull at the ropes.
“Shhh.” He puts a finger to my lips. “You don’t need to understand. You just need to accept it.” He looks into my eyes. “Okay?”
Mesmerized, I nod.
He spoke of dark things, but his mouth is back on my pussy. “I know what you want,” he whispers, in between licks at my clit. He inserts two fingers into my pussy and rubs while he uses his tongue off and on. “You want to be used and taken, Temi. You want to be humiliated in the most exquisite ways. I’m going to do it all, dear girl. Don’t come.” He slaps my inner thigh suddenly as I moan and twist under his hands, his words and his mouth igniting me equally. “You know what will happen if you come.”
And I suddenly believe he’ll do it: If I come too soon, he’ll whip me and send me home. He has the patience to drag this out for days—weeks, if he wants. He’d almost like it even more that way. He’d love to toy with me and train me.
“I think you want to be treated like my pretty little slut tonight, isn’t that right?” He bites my inner thigh. Hard.
I cry out. “Yes.”
“You’ll be my little whore and do what I want, isn’t that right?” The tender voice is at odds with the coarse words, but the passion coating them tells me that he wants exactly what I want: hot, dirty, sexy.
“Yes.” I whisper it, closing my eyes and giving in to it all.
He bites my other thigh, and I know these marks will last for days, if not a week or longer. Good. I want his touch on me.
“Bite my neck,” I beg; demand.
“Later.” He strokes my pussy, then slaps it with his palm—not too hard, but a firm gesture. “Can you keep your legs open for me, or should I tie them up?”
I don’t know if I’m supposed to answer or not, and I don’t care. I twist on the bed, my pussy aching with need. “Please,” I say.
“I think we’ll tie you up.” He brings out more of the soft rope, and in a matter of minutes—although it feels like mere seconds—he has me in the most vulnerable position I could imagine. I’m still on my back, my hands tied and secured above my head to the bed, my legs are spread wide, bent at the knee, and cuffed at each thigh. The t
high cuffs are secured with ropes to somewhere on the bed, I can’t see exactly where. All I know is that my legs are open wide to him, my ass and pussy fully stretched and exposed.
“I did like the idea of whipping your asshole,” he says. “I think that would get you quite docile for me. In fact, I have a special flogger just for that purpose.”
He produces something and runs it over my belly. I flinch and gasp, but can’t really move, tied up as I am. “It’s a mini flogger,” he says, running it over my breasts. “Perfect for small, tender areas. We’ll see how you like it.”
He brings his hand back and whips the little flogger down across my nipples.
I arch and cry out. It’s sharper than I expected, then softer. He trails the leather falls over my breasts, then slaps again. “We’ll work our way down.”
He hits my breasts until I’m panting, moaning, then uses it on my mound. It doesn’t hurt there, but the anticipation is driving me mad. Any second now I know he’s going to start flogging my pussy and ass, and I don’t know what to expect.
Finally, he runs the flogger over my pussy. “Here you go,” he says. And then he spanks me right between my splayed legs. The sensation is nothing like the leather strap from before. It’s like on my breasts: it hurts in more places, because of the multiple leather strands, each one biting into my skin in a different way. But then, when he pulls it down my body, the pain turns to pleasure as each leather tip teases my sensitive tissues anew. And when he slaps the leather falls down on my anus, it’s even stranger. I’m not used to being spanked there, but it’s not unpleasant at all. It’s so wrong and dirty and hot—and I want it again.
He obliges, hitting me over and over, harder and harder, until I’m so wet and aching that I can’t take any more.
“Locke,” I moan.
“Look at you.” His voice is full of pleasure. “Tied up with my ropes, legs wide for my flogger and my cock, ready to take whatever I’ll give. My pretty little slut.”
“Yes, please, I’m your slut, just please fuck me now,” I beg. “I can’t wait.”
But he still wants to push me. “Of course you can.” He reaches into the dark and produces something else. “Let’s see if this helps, hmm?”
He bends over my body. “I promised you nipple clamps. These will hurt just enough to keep you from orgasming while I finish flogging your pussy and ass.”
“Eee!” I squeal as he attaches them to my nipples. I tug at the ropes.
“Shhh, give it a second, let your body acclimate.” He licks circles around my nipples. Strokes my inner thighs. “I know it hurts. Take it for me, baby.” He laughs. “Of course, you don’t have any choice, now do you?”
I try to close my thighs, even though that isn’t what hurt. After a few seconds, I realize he’s right: the pain subsides into a dull ache that only sharpens again if I move suddenly. Or if he pulls on my nipples, which he does—first the right, then the left.
I yelp and twitch.
“Shhh. Now let’s get that pussy flogged nice and hard. I want you tender for your fucking, Temi.”
He raises the flogger and brings it back down on my pussy, then my asshole, alternating until I’m squirming. It hurts and it feels good, and each slap with the little flogger makes me wince and brings me that much closer to an inevitable orgasm. And with my legs tied open, there’s nothing I can do to avoid the blows.
But Locke seems to have a magical sense for when I’m hitting that edge, almost reading my mind: when I’m desperate to come, trying my hardest to hold it off, he stops flogging and tweaks my nipples, and the sudden bright flush of pain is enough to pull me back from the edge.
Over and over he does this, again and again, edging me and teasing me until I think I’m ready to die. Not literally, of course, but my body is trembling uncontrollably and I’m ready to start sobbing. The impending pleasure is so good, so close, and it hurts every time he makes me wait. The growing soreness in my nipples only enhances the feeling I have of being a dirty, bad girl being punished.
“Please,” I start begging, this time more fervently than before. “Please. I can’t.”
And he stops, just before I come.
“One last thing for you,” he says. I hear the flip of a cap, like on a bottle. “Have you ever tried a butt plug before, Temi?”
“No.”
“Try to relax your anus while I push this in.” I feel something at the entrance to my ass. “It’s a medium plug, and it’s going to vibrate. It will hurt going in, but once it’s settled, you’ll like it. I promise.”
At this point I’d do anything, and he knows it. He’s worked me so hard now, mentally and physically, that I do what he wants without question. Even as the cold tip of the plug presses between my cheeks, I force myself to relax my muscles.
“Take a deep breath and push back at me while I push it in,” he suggests.
“Ow.” The sudden pain is sharp and hot.
But I don’t use my safeword. I haven’t forgotten I have it; I don’t want to use it. It’s not even an option. I’m his tonight, and I know it, and he knows it. And even though he’s pushing me and doing things I never thought I’d do, they’re all exactly in line with my fantasies. I’m not even sure this is real, it’s so like my daydreams. And I trust one hundred percent that he’s going to do things that please us both.
“It’s lubed up and it’s going in. Relax.”
The pain gets worse for a second and I try to clench, but he pushes steadily, and suddenly the plug is in with a little sucking sound. And he’s right, it no longer hurts. I feel full, very full, and it’s a little uncomfortable, but in an oddly sexy way.
“Ah, look at you, with my plug up in your sweet ass.” He runs his hands over my ass cheeks, then pushes the plug.
I squeak; the sensation is strange and different.
“I’m going to just admire you for a second.” He gets up from the bed and stands over me. “Your ass is red from my strap, Temi. Your pussy’s been spanked more than once, and I punished your asshole too. Now you’re tied up and have a plug up your ass, and you’re already begging me to come. I think I’ll just enjoy this for a minute while I have you here.”
He pulls the chair over and sits in it, leaning forward to look at me.
“How do you feel, all tied up for me, my little submissive? Ready to do whatever I say? You crawled for me. You spread your legs. You let strangers hold your pussy open. You really are my little fucktoy, aren’t you?”
He reaches over and taps something on the plug, and it starts to vibrate.
“Oh, God.” I tense my thighs. “Locke, fuck.”
“It feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t come, though.” He runs his hands over my nipples casually, making me wince.
“Ow, ow, ow, please no, I’ll be good,” I promise.
“Tell me you’ll be my little fucktoy every time I want,” he demands.
Now he’s got a vibrator, and he runs it over my clit. I try to move, but I’m locked into place with the bonds. “Remember, if you start to come, I’ll stop your orgasm and whip your pussy so hard you cry, and then I won’t let you come for days.”
“I remember, I know, I won’t. Locke, please.” I can’t even speak.
The dual vibrations inside my ass and on my clit have me on fire. My nipples throb in time with my clit as he moves the vibrator in exactly the right places to drive me wild. “I can’t hold off, I can’t,” I bet him.
“Then you’d better promise what I want,” he whispers.
“What do you want?” I’m out of my mind.
“You’ll wear the plug whenever I want, for an hour at a time if I want. I’ll turn it off and on and tease you,” he murmurs. “You’ll put on the tightest panties you have and wear them until I tell you to take them off, even if they ride up your ass and pussy and drive you crazy. You’ll masturbate but you won’t come. You’ll edge yourself over and over if I tell you to, five times in a day if I order it, and video it so I know you’re obedient. And you’
ll suffer my whip if you disobey. Is that clear?”
“I can’t…” I cry out.
“Promise me.” His eyes burn into mine. “Say it.”
“Yes, I promise,” I gasp. “Anything.”
He smiles. “Good.”
And suddenly he’s releasing me; my leg bonds are free. He pulls off the clamps and sucks my nipples as the pain rises and falls. And then he’s on top of me. His hands are tender and gentle as he strokes between my thighs. I’m already so wet it’s impossible.
When his cock slides in, it’s still a tight fit. As wet as I am, he’s so large that it takes a minute to allow him access, but my body acquiesces like we were made for each other.
“Fuck, you feel good.” His voice is guttural and harsh. The plug is still vibrating in my ass and, coupled with the way he’s fucking me, I know I won’t last long.
“You’re amazing. Temi.”
It’s that strange feeling again, like I’m hearing his voice in my head.
“You can come now,” he says, and I don’t know how long he’s been fucking me—whether it’s been seconds, or minutes or hours—but I do.
I come with an explosive burst of energy, and the most vivid and exquisite flash of sensation I’ve ever had in my life. It’s pure joy, full passion, and I cry out his name.
He bites my neck as I come, and that only increase the pleasure, because he’s hitting that spot that drives me wild. Together with my orgasm, the bite makes the sensation even more otherworldly, and I think I pass out.
Chapter 11
She goes limp in my arms, and her eyelids flutter. The fuck was amazing—the best I’ve had in decades. This woman turns me to fire like no one before—it’s incredible that I found her in my own class, by accident. Vampires search the globe for the perfect little human, and she just turned up.
Of course, I can’t keep her for very long—I’ve already decided I won’t wipe her, and there’s a limit to how often I can play with her before she starts to figure things out.
Now’s not the time for thinking. I lie beside her, enjoying the sensations in my cock, the memory of the fuck, and the taste of her blood on my lips, coursing through my veins now, feeding my hunger and resetting my very life.
