Swept Away: The First Bloodline

by Crystal Smith

  When he was satisfied enough was there, he chunked the tube to the floor and guided the head of his cock into her leisurely. Stopping as the rim of him breached past her sphincter. He pulled out and her rectum mimicked an O, opening and closing as if it was winking at the aching invader.

  Then all at once he rammed himself to the hilt of her. She screamed out as Taylor could only imagine the pain of his violent thrust caused great waves of burning, ripping pain. Slowly he started to move again, out and in.

  They began to move in a perfect rhythm. As Greg was pulling out, Phil was entering and vice versa. Phil rubbed her back. Like he was giving her a deep tissue massage.

  “Damn baby you’re so tight. I can’t hold out much longer Phil, you close dude?”

  “Yep, Babe?”

  “Yes. Keep going. Harder. Faster. Fuck me. Please I’m begging you.” Both men began the brutal appearing assault, thrusting quicker than Taylor thought was even remotely possible and hard enough that she could hear the pounding of their sexes. She again tightened and called out in the pleasure that she appeared to have received from her part in the scene.

  Greg followed quickly behind her and then Phil stilled as his release raced through him.

  Taylor looked at Damien wondering if she could tell how he felt about his scene. His eyes were closed tightly. “Are you ok?”

  “Yes. Red.” Even through his whisper she could hear his tightness.

  “Oh.” She realized this had affected him just as much as it had her. Only the ability to hide the arousal was easier for her.

  “Do you want me to do anything?” Taylor questioned him know that his eyes could not be seen by others. She really didn’t know what she could do at this particular moment but she would try for him.

  “No.” He answered her question quick and hard.

  Damn I was only trying to help. So be it then. Deal with it on your own. With the thought just registering to her brain he opened his eyes. Dark brown.

  “Thank You.” Now he was tender with his words.

  “Your emotional roller coaster is confusing to me you know?” Taylor wanted to scream at him but managed to maintain her whisper as she turned back to the scene. The men were gently cleaning up her sex now. When they had finished they led her back off the stage together without removing her blindfold.

  Taylor wondered if the woman had known she was in a public scene.

  People began to exit the room. Taylor waited for Damien to stand but he didn’t, instead he leaned in toward her. “No she didn’t. But that was what she wanted. She wanted to be involved in a scene, but she didn’t want to know when it was happening. They have been planning this for months. Blindfolding her each and every time they united.”

  “Oh.” Taylor was shocked. Then Damien stood taking her with him as he exited the room. Taylor thought they would return to the main room and wait for another scene.

  Chapter Thirteen

  The door opened but instead of going in he pulled her off to the side. Damien didn’t say anything as he stared at her. Taylor seen a hint of worry in his eyes. Why are you worried? He shook his head no and I knew that was her cue to remain quiet.

  After everyone had entered the room his mouth opened. “This is where I am afraid you will have difficulty. While this scene is in play, do not speak to me. I will need to concentrate on your emotions so if you respond negatively quickly, I am tuned completely in and can control you before you respond verbally or physically.”

  Taylor couldn’t speak so she nodded. She knew that whatever was about to happen was bad enough that it had Damien concerned greatly. His fingers remained entwined with hers as he tightened his grip.

  The curtain pulled back and again a woman was restrained spread eagle in the same contraption that was used in the first scene. Her face was red and Taylor could see the tracts that the tears she had shed, had left through her makeup.

  She quickly turned to Damien waiting for an explanation. She’s angry. He just looked at her with stern eyes. Warning eyes. Eyes that ignited a ball of rage inside of her.

  OR WHAT, YOU GONNA PUT ME ON DISPLAY LIKE THAT AS WELL!!!!!! IS THIS WHAT REALLY MAKES YOUR CLOCK TICK? PIG!

  His eyes closed quickly. Taylor could see the force of his face as if he was giving his all to remain composed. She knew in the deepest part of her heart this was not his fault but for him to bring her there and then to expect her to watch a display of humility that obviously the woman on stage did not want, made him no more of a man than the one who had tied the woman up.

  A man appeared on stage standing quietly behind the woman. His entire body was covered in black leather form his head to his toes. The only part of his body Taylor could see was a slight bit of flesh around his eyes and mouth.

  “Bianca. Tell everyone here what you did.” He screamed at her scaring Taylor. Damien’s hand was immediately on her knee squeezing. His eyes remained tightly closed.

  “I disobeyed your number one rule. The rule that you have explained to me on more than one occasion is unforgivable, Sir.”

  “What was the rule that you broke?”

  “I went behind your back, entered into another club and pretended to be a Domme Sir.”

  “Why would you do that Bianca?”

  “Because I wanted to see what it felt like, Sir.”

  “And what does it feel like?”

  “I don’t like it, Sir.”

  “Ah. Did you sleep with another man or woman?”

  “No, Sir.”

  “Did you sexually involve yourself with another man?” His voice tightened when he asked her.

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Have you begged me to punish you for your indiscretions? And did you choose this as your punishment?”

  “Yes, Sir. I chose my own punishment, Sir.”

  “Did I try to talk you out of this form?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “Is it agreed that after this night is over, all is forgotten and forgiven?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Her voice was shaking as her tears began to fall.

  “How many?”

  “Five, Sir.”

  “Why five? Tell them why you have chosen five?”

  “Because I engaged in sexual acts with five different men, Sir.”

  Bianca had cheated on him not once but five different times. But that was still no excuse Taylor thought. Why would she choose this?

  He walked to a shelf and pulled a whip from it. Holy hell!

  Taylor’s breathing was increasing. She couldn’t stand it. She couldn’t sit there and watch this. Damien tightened his hand on her knee. She quickly turned to him. His eyes bright as he stared at her shaking his head no.

  Taylor’s mouth opened but remembered not to say anything. She tried to stand but couldn’t. Her body was again under his control.

  Damn you! I want to go home. I want to leave. And when I get there so help me God you ever come around me again I will, I will, I will, do something.

  Her head turned back against her will. She had no choice but to watch.

  The Domme pulled the whip in the air cracking it sharply.

  Taylor’s heart pounded against her chest. She felt as if she was about to give back the liquid courage she had drank freely earlier.

  “You will count each one so that you know how many you are away from our beginning. Understood?” Apologetic words. Regret. Taylor heard emotions in his voice she hadn’t expected to hear.

  He shook his head, pulled the whip back and crack. She screamed out in agony.

  “One, Sir.” . A pause. Crack.

  She screamed “Two, Sir.” Pause.

  Crack. “Three, Sir.” Pause. Crack.

  “Four, Sir.” Pause. Crack.

  “Five, Sir.”

  Taylor’s body jolted and coiled and she was frozen as she orgasmed with restraint. She tried to fight it off with the anger she felt at Damien for causing this reaction. But it didn’t work. She was frozen, watching the scene in front of her, even as her bod
y fought for freedom to react.

  Taylor watched the Domme throw the whip to the floor as soon as the last crack was heard. He released her and held her in his arms, carrying her off stage as if he were cuddling a new born baby. Which just made this entire situation even worse for Taylor.

  Taylor listened to remarks from the room being made as the people exited.

  “Brave that one.” A man implied.

  “She must really love him.” A woman suggested to the man that walked with her.

  “We’re gonna have to try that next time.” A man teased the woman with him.

  When the room had cleared and it was only Damien and Taylor left he released her. She turned to him staring at him. Her hand flew up attempting to slap the piss out of him but his hand caught her wrist. His eyes turned instantly red.

  “Red doesn’t scare me anymore.” Taylor threw at him. She wanted to scream but she could only speak in a mere whisper.

  “It should.” He warned.

  “Why did you do that to me? Why?”

  “I didn’t.” He cocked his head to the side.

  Her eyes opened wide. Bullshit. There is no way.

  “That was all you Sweet.” I’m sick and sadistic. Oh my God.

  Tears filled her eyes and began sheeting down her cheeks. For the first time her mind went completely blank. She fell back into her seat with her hands covering her face. Crying frenziedly didn’t come close to the lamented act of her body at this point.

  She remained aware of his presence. Why didn’t he just fix her and be done with it? Why did he just stand there and watch her feel like this? Why did he let himself feel this? Why did he bring her here to begin with? Is this what he wants from her? Her mind began working again with question after question rolling through it.

  “Sweet. You are overthinking things. I haven’t altered your feelings because you needed to understand them. I am standing here because I don’t want my touch to make you think that I am doing something to you again. I brought you here because this is what you fantasized the most about. And yes, I want this.”

  “So you do want to whip me like that?” Taylor looked up at him.

  “No. I don’t want to whip you like you just witnessed. But what you don’t understand is neither did the Domme in this scene. He did that for her.”

  “You’re right. I don’t understand that. Why would anyone ask for that?”

  “Why would you orgasm?” He questioned knowing the answer to that. “Let me get you a drink. You’ll feel better.” Taylor knew he was right.

  Drink after drink. Taylor had no desire to look around now. She only stared at Damien.

  “Damien, please. I don’t want to get polluted and make you sick with my vomit, but I can’t stop these fucked up feelings. Either fix me, or see me puke eventually.”

  “Your wish is my command. Relax here. I’ll back in just a moment.” She watched as he walked to the bar filling her drink again. She drew in a slow and rickety breath as she thought about when he was going to be taking her back to the room.

  She tried not to think about it, knowing good and well it was all but amusing him. She suspected. As he turned back to her his eyes were bright with what again she assumed was some wicked thought. Then that now familiar little tickle to her brain started its job. Even though she knew she should be worried or concerned she couldn’t help but stare at him. He was the definition of beautiful. He was her aphrodisiac. He was calming her down but to a place she could think rationally and enjoy herself.

  She had felt enough emotions for one night and right now, she only wanted to feel him. She raised her finger up at him smiling, gesturing him to come hither. She was ready for him to have his way with her and the thought of not knowing with the possibilities, only heightened her arousal to new found places.

  She watched as he walked, no glided over to her table. He didn’t sit down, only stood next to her melting her in his stare. He slid the drink in front of her waiting for her to finish it. She did. She guzzled it. She no longer had any patience in seeing what the night had in store for her.

  His cocky grin was completely and utterly justified because he knew he had her wrapped. Wrapped to do anything he wanted to do at this point.

  He lowered his face to hers but instead of lunging in and stealing her heart, soul, mind, and body, with his delicious kisses, he stopped mere inches from her. Pausing. Teasing her as she stared at only his lips. She wanted to taste him. Feel him. Selfish she was, she wanted all he had to offer and she wanted it now.

  Every pulse point in her body pounded against the surface, fighting to burst through her skin to freedom.

  She couldn’t take the absence of his mouth any longer. She moved in taking his mouth the way she craved. Everywhere her tongue wanted to touch, to feed off of, she did. The taste of his mouth was exhilarating, mind blowing, taste bud stimulating.

  His voice, rough as he pulled away from her. “You ready for this?”

  Breathy she moaned out, “Yes, Sir.”

  The small smile on his face gleamed into a much bigger, larger, ‘I have you now’ smile. And he was right to wear it. He did have her now and there was nothing she could do to stop it. She didn’t want to.

  Her heart skipped a beat as he led her down the hall back to their room. It stopped while he opened the door to their room. A sudden burst of electricity as he stepped in the room first and pulled her into his body was like being shocked back to life. Only instead of a normal sinus rhythm she was back to be tachy.

  His eyes now full of seriousness as she knew hers were full of vulnerability, as that was exactly the feeling that was overpowering her senses now.

  His lips weren’t moving but she could hear his voice calling to her. It sounded as if it was in the distance but he was right there.

  The violent pull of her body to his broke the connection. Suddenly she was flat on the bed, spread eagle, butt naked and had no idea how she had gotten there.

  The sight of him above her wearing nothing but his jeans stirred her inner Goddess to life again. She fought to take over Taylor’s body.

  She felt his attack start at her right toe as he licked up her body. Her breath again caught as he grazed lightly over her sex slowly as he crossed over. Up to her navel, dipping his tongue inside as if it held a dish with his favorite meal inside. Across her nipple leaving a chaste kiss before leaving the cool trail up to her mouth, licking lightly across her lips.

  His voice would be breathy if he had to breathe. She had no doubt at the hesitation in his voice. “Taylor, are you sure you want to be with me. There is no turning back after tonight if you have any doubts you have to tell me now. Decisions have to be made Taylor. I can’t explain them all to you tonight, but just know that I love you and have for a very, very long time. Longer than you have been alive a long time.”

  “No doubts. I’m yours.” I’m all yours. Every bit of my being belongs to you now.

  Marry me? Now?

  Her eyes squinted together. She never saw his mouth move. Had her subconscious spoke to her or was he showing her yet another gift and proposing to her.

  Taylor listen to me. I can’t go another minute in this world without knowing that you will be forever mine. I have to hear you say it.

  She froze. This wasn’t her wishful thinking. “Damien. Are you doing,,,,? Can I really hear you?

  I told you. You are very special Taylor. There is a lot you can do when you’re not clouding your mind with irrelevant rambling.

  “Forget about that. Did you just ask me to marry you?” She held her breath hoping he said yes, but what about her kids, her sister? How would she explain this to them? What about when she started to age and he didn’t? Would he still love her when she was old and fragile? Would he turn her? Would she be able to hand living without her children when they grew older and the inevitable happened?

  Damien listened carefully as her mind once again demanded answers. Instead of giving her them, he offered the time he knew she needed. “I
know this is a lot for you. I’m selfish for just throwing that at you. Take your time for now. You have to know how it thrills me so that you can hear me. You will be mine in every other way possible tonight.” His voice full of excitement, then passion, then fire, then something else. She was already his and he knew it.

  His lips were soft, his tongue met hers. He tasted sweet, his hand slipped from her cheek to her neck, holding it as if he didn't want the kiss to end. Their noses brushed each other as they continued, his hand began moving down to her shoulder, rubbing it slightly. Her inner Goddess willed him to move lower still.

  Her arms flew around his neck, hand resting on his neck, her fingers twisted in his hair, this only made him want more and she could tell from his deep raspy groan. His hand moved from her shoulder that he had been caressing, to her breast, to her waist.

  She had no doubt that even through her roller coaster emotions, he was yearning for her just as much as she needed him.

  Taylor never had patience, it was never a strong virtue for her. When she grew tired of trying to be patience, she reached out grabbing his very hard, throbbing, erection. Rubbing through his jeans she wanted him inside her now, deep, to her core.

  She felt the vibration of his moan against her skin. Sounds of moaning escaped her throat arousing him even further, his hands gripped her more tightly. Kneading into her flesh with more determination.

  “Taylor, what’s the scariest thing that you have ever done, that you feared the most?” Ok, where the hell is he going with this right now?

  “I guess I would have to say,,,,, falling in love with a vampire.” Her words were soft as she spoke the words she knew her heart felt.

  “Good answer. Now tell me something else.” He nipped harder at her nipple with his teeth. She moaned out while arching her back up against him, offering more of herself to him.

  “Taylor you’re not answering me. Didn’t you learn anything by those scenes?” He nipped harder this time. She cried out as the bite sent a pleasure straight to her clit.

  “Yes. Ok, ok.” Come on Taylor, think of something.

  Again he nipped hard turning to her other nipple. “Jesus! I can’t think while you’re doing that to me.”