Eventually, he went in and held inside her and it made her open her eyes to look at him, when she hadn’t even realized she’d closed them.
Now, she saw a different, more feral look.
“I’m going to fuck you now, Kendra.”
He flicked her nipple clamps, and while she’d forgotten about them, she suddenly felt their bite again. The pain was still bearable, with just enough of an edge to make her want to be well and truly fucked.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
He kissed her one more time, gentle and slow, and then rose above her, pulled out, and slammed into her.
Now he was fucking her — fast, hard, and loud as he slapped into her, over and over. With Kendra’s arms and legs stuck in place, all she could do was lie still and be pounded, but it didn’t take long for another climax to grab hold and not let go, and he didn’t slow even a little for her orgasm.
Twenty minutes later he was still going, every muscle in his body strained, his body moving over her in the most luscious, erotic, primal ways, and Kendra lost track of how many times she came.
It was hurting now, she was so fucking sore, but she didn’t want it to stop. Every orgasm was an excruciating piece of euphoria that both hurt and took her to the top of the world in the same moment, and when he took her nipple clamps off, the extra pain of their removal drove her climax impossibly higher.
When she’d reached a point where she was consumed by mini-orgasms every so often, but the huge, consciousness stealing releases with fireworks weren’t happening any more, he finally came, roaring his way through it as he emptied into her.
She didn’t come with him, but this meant she got to watch him in the grips of his release, and it was magnificent.
Eric literally came undone as he pumped into her uncontrollably and then froze when his orgasm hit, and then pumped again partway through, which seemed to get him started all over again. When he was finally done, he collapsed at a bit of an angle so he wasn’t lying completely on her, and tried to catch his breath.
She gasped in pain when he finally pulled out of her — damn she was glad she healed fast. If she were human she’d be walking funny for days.
Eric went to the bathroom, returned with two towels, cleaned her with the damp towel, and then tucked the dry one around her before he started untying her.
“Scene’s not over yet, Kendra. I get to take care of you now, and I want to ask you some questions while it’s all still fresh in your mind, before you have too much time to analyze it.”
He quickly released her, and massaged her legs until she could straighten them, then worked on her arms, from shoulders to fingers. Kendra wasn’t used to being taken care of, and she relaxed and let him.
He turned her over to rub cream into her ass cheek, his hands cool against her heated cheeks. He sounded a little disappointed when he said, “The welts have already healed, and there’s no bruising.”
“Yes, Sir. We heal fast and can take a great deal of damage. It still hurts when it happens, though.” She moved her head so she could look at him, and grinned as she told him, “It’s a good thing my body repairs itself so fast, otherwise I’d be walking funny for a few days. Sir.”
His grin was more friendly than cocky, and he settled beside her, stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers, and said, “Let’s talk about your reactions. You didn’t enjoy the first six strikes, but once I started warming you up, you really got into it, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir, I did. You went up in intensity so slowly, I barely realized it, and there were a few times I wanted it harder, even before you started giving it to me.”
He kissed her forehead, her nose, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “I have three kinds of pain I’ll expect you to handle. The kind you enjoy, where I work you up to it. But also the kind where I just want to see your pain, in which case I won’t work you up to it. And then there will be pain doled out as punishment, which will be a few steps beyond what you think you’re capable of taking.”
“You’re going to want me to give up my safeword to be punished, aren’t you, Sir?”
“Yes, but I wasn’t going to bring it up just yet.”
“Well, I’m not ready to give it up, but I’ve always demanded it once trust was established, so I understand why you will as well, but, I’m not really happy about it.” She stopped and then remembered, “Sir.”
He smiled. “I wouldn’t expect you to be happy about it, and you’re correct, there’s no place for it until we establish more trust between us. So, for my next question — could you’ve gotten out of the ropes if you’d wanted?”
“I don’t know, since I didn’t try. The first one? I don’t think so. You’re a sadistic genius. Uhh, Sir. Putting my hands in reverse prayer, there was no way I could get enough leverage to pull on the rope to even try to break it. And then having my legs attached to my hands so it pulled them up.” She shook her head. “I’m guessing you have a lot of experience in rope bondage. I know for some it’s an art form, and you seem to have it down pat. Same thing with the second way you tied me, making it so any struggles just pulled on my throat and choked me, I may have been able to get out of that one, eventually, but it would’ve taken a while, and I would’ve likely been forced to crush my windpipe to do it. So, not something I’d want to do under normal circumstances, Sir.”
“I intend to work on your ass until I can eventually fuck you there. It may take us six months, or it may only take a month. I’ll be patient, and it isn’t my intention to cause you great pain, but you can pretty much count on the fact we’ll spend a good deal of time expanding your horizons, so to speak.”
Kendra looked down, unable to meet his gaze. She’d never allowed a submissive partner any excuses for avoiding anal penetration, so she couldn’t very well ask for it now. She also trusted he’d work to make it pleasurable for her — he’d already started the process by mixing anal play with her orgasm, and she had a feeling he knew what he was doing.
He didn’t insist she look up, but stroked her hair and pushed it away from her face as he continued. “I tried to make it easy on you this time by restraining you so you didn’t have to choose to submit. During our next scene I’ll spend some time with you out of restraints, so you’re forced to come to terms with your submission. Can you tell me how you feel about that?”
“You were right about restraining me tonight, Sir. It freed me from thinking too much, and I could just enjoy it. I was your captive and had no choice, the only actual submitting I did was when I followed instructions as you bound me, but once I was restrained, there was no more choice. I mean, other than safewording, of course.” She took a breath and added, “I really wanted to hold you a few times, though. When you were making love to me, and then at the end, when you came. If I’ll be allowed to hold you, it might be an okay trade-off, Sir.”
“Thanks for being honest. One more kiss to end the scene.”
His kiss was tender this time, caring, as if she were the vulnerable one, and her heart melted a little more for him. When the kiss ended naturally, she lay in his arms, relaxed and loose, and let him hold her.
Eventually, he said, “I’m starving. I know you don’t eat, and I feel odd eating in front of you, but I need food. Want to come to the galley and keep me company?”
“Sure. And don’t feel bad about eating in front of me. You eat food, I drink blood. We both have to take in sustenance to stay alive and it’s just a fact of life we do it in different ways.”
Chapter Five
The next night Eric arrived at the coterie house at eight, and he and Abbott went into the soundproof second-floor office to formalize their arrangement.
Kendra had left Eric’s yacht around three in the morning. From her previous experiences with humans she’d discovered that even those who didn’t have day jobs generally did best staying up to between midnight and three in the morning. This was fine with her, as it gave plenty of time to spend around each other, but also gave her some time al
one each night.
Abbott had been at the house when she’d returned, and they’d talked telepathically so no one could overhear.
You had to go and tell him how strong I was, didn’t you?
Of course, it wouldn’t have been fair for either of you if he thought you restrained when you weren’t.
But Abbott, he rappels off the side of mountains, with ropes designed to hold nine thousand pounds of weight, with a coating on the outside so they can rub against rocks and cliffs and not fray.
So, you’re saying he actually managed to restrain you?
She could hear the amusement and delight in his voice, and she shot him a mental image of the two ways Eric had tied her up.
He’s a clever one. You may have met your match with him, Kendra. I’m very happy for you.
And now, Abbott and Eric were in the soundproof office talking about goodness knows what. Kendra had been in her room when he arrived, deliberately allowing Abbott to be the one to introduce him to most of the house. Now, she was in the first floor great room, with some of the other vampires so she’d be around when Eric and Abbott came out of the office.
It was a normal weekday evening for now. Some were watching television while several, like Kendra, were engrossed in a laptop. A few were reading a book. Two were playing a game of chess.
Abbott and Eric stayed in the office close to two hours, and when they finally came out, they went straight to the basement. The vampires could all hear Abbott showing him their current security arrangements, which was bizarre, as it wasn’t information usually given to humans.
This was the final straw, and most everyone in the room started speculating about this human the Master Vampire had just spent so much time with behind closed doors.
As the vampires were guessing, someone noticed Kendra wasn’t part of the conversation. “Kendra, do you know why this human has Abbott’s interest?”
Kendra looked up, said “Yes,” and then focused back on her laptop.
The entire room stopped talking and looked at her. When they realized she wasn’t going to offer any more information, they turned all of their senses toward her. She sensed them using their noses, and someone said, “You smell like him… and… sex. Did you have sex with the human?” It didn’t matter that she’d showered, changed clothes, and slept all day, his scent would still be on her when someone focused attention towards her. She’d known, and was okay with it.
She looked up again and confided, “He tasted better than you can imagine. I would love to have him for a human companion, and with Abbott’s blessing I’ll attempt to groom him in that direction. But, right now his business is with Abbott, and when Abbott wants you to know about whatever arrangement the two of them have, he’ll tell you.”
“You’re no fun.”
She grinned at the renaissance vampire who didn’t even try to keep up with current times. “Oh, I think I’m a lot of fun. Just not for you, Byron.”
They all heard voices and footsteps coming back up the stairs, and everyone went back to what they were doing.
Abbott walked Eric into the great room and said, “Hello to all. Eric will be giving me some proposals for ways we can use technology to improve our security. He has some good ideas and I look forward to seeing his recommendations. Also, we have too many vampires who have not kept up with technology, and I want all vampires living in my territory to be available via email. Eric will be teaching a class to familiarize everyone with how to get around the computer, how to send and receive email, and how to look things up on the internet. Everyone not currently available to me via email will be required to attend. Anyone else who’d like to be more comfortable with a computer is welcome, but please let me know of your intentions as soon as possible. Eric will purchase computers to use in the classroom, and when the classes are complete I’ll offer the equipment at a discount. And finally, he will teach another class to help people who need help figuring out their cellphones. Those currently not available to me through text messaging will be required to attend. Again, others may sign up if they feel the class will be of benefit to them.”
He paused, looked around the room, and added, “Eric is in my employ and is under my protection. Anyone who has a problem learning from a human needs to get over it unless they think they know more than he does, in which case they won’t need to go to the class and can still get over it.”
Josef spoke up. “What happens if we get some fancy electronic security system and the power goes out?”
Abbott turned to Eric. “Eric, this is Josef, my head of security. You’ll be working closely with him, so I’ll let you tell Josef what you told me.”
“Hello Josef, it’s nice to meet you. If we put an electronic system in, there’ll be a number of failsafe backups in place for a variety of circumstances. In the case of a power outage, each unit will have a battery backup that’ll last an hour or two. When the battery fails there’ll be a master battery to pick up on equipment as their individual batteries run out. The idea is to give a minimum of sixteen hours of automatic backup in case the power goes out as you all go down for the day. If the power is still out when you arise, or if it’s out before sunset and you aren’t sure the batteries will last, then you’ll have a generator on site. Diesel isn’t dangerous to store, so we’ll bury a tank in the yard. And, if worse comes to worst and it’s a long term power outage, say, a couple of weeks, and you run out of diesel, we’ll create the system so you can still use your old fashioned methods, as well.”
Josef nodded. “Okay, I have more questions but we’ll arrange a time to sit and talk once you have your proposal ready.”
Eric turned to Abbott. “If you have nothing else for me, I’ll be going.”
“Of course, thank you for your time and I look forward to seeing your ideas.”
Kendra closed her laptop, stood, and walked outside with him, wrapping her arm around his waist as they left the room. As they neared his car, she gave him a peck on the cheek and told him, “I’ll follow you in my car, so I can drive home when you’re ready to sleep.”
When they arrived at the marina Kendra could feel him trying to put some distance between them — physical as well as emotional distance, and she wasn’t sure where it was coming from. She asked about his time with Abbott, hoping to figure out the problem.
“I assume Abbott let you see how the mind link worked? So the two of you can talk without speaking?”
“Yes, he did. And when he bound me, it was different than what you did. More… businesslike, I guess, which is what you said, but it was just… different.” He ran his hand through his hair. “Kendra, I don’t… I don’t want you to do anything else, magical... metaphysical... to me. I think I need some space to figure out how I feel about all this. I’ll follow through on my agreement with Abbott because if you and I eventually go ahead with a relationship, we’ll need his protection. I have strong feelings for you, and I don’t want to completely shut the door on that possibility, but,” he sighed and shook his head, “I’m just not sure how I feel about… all of it. What you are, what you can do.”
Kendra’s heart fell to her stomach. “You need some space as in you want me to go and you’ll call me when you figure it out... or you need some space as in you want us to keep seeing each other but just not go so fast until you figure it out?”
“It’s only been in the last year that I decided I someday want to have kids. I want to teach them to rappel and hang glide and kayak. I want to watch my son play ball and my daughter dance. Or, if they’re so inclined, my daughter play ball and my son dance. I don’t care, I just want to watch them do whatever makes them happy, whatever makes them feel alive. If I go into a serious relationship with you, I’m giving that up. I’m also giving up any hopes of a normal relationship. You’d never see me in a hang gliding competition as it happened. You’d never kayak down the Ocoee with me and my buddies from the raft companies. There’s so much I want to share with someone, and I won’t be able to share it with you.�
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She was not going to be emotional about this. She took a breath to settle her nerves so her voice would be steady, and said, “You didn’t answer my question, Eric. Do you want me to walk out of your life until you figure it out, or do you want to keep seeing each other some and just not take things so fast?”
“I didn’t answer your question because I don’t know.”
She fought to keep her voice steady, to not show any emotions. “Okay, then. Let me talk for a few minutes. Some of what you say is true and there’s no way around it. But other parts, there may be a way around. First off, I can travel with you. Abbott has a private plane with a fully darkened bedroom, and I can travel anywhere in the world as long as I clear it with him ahead of time and it’s available. So, while I may not be outside and watching during the actual competition, I can be there that night. Most large cities have vampire houses I can stay in while I’m in the city. Abbott has good relations with most of the other territory masters, and I’m welcome to come into their territory as long as we do the proper polite vampire political stuff ahead of time.”
“As far as kids are concerned,” she continued, “I’ve raised two children since I became a vampire. One was cast out as a baby because of a deformity to her left hand — the fingers were webbed together. This was back in the dark ages, and her parents believed she was possessed by the devil or something. I took the baby back to our vampire lair and raised her as my daughter. I taught her to read and write and do math, and made sure she was well versed on the various governments of the world, with a lot of geography and language lessons. She eventually married what today would be known as a Duke, and the two of them took excellent care of the people under their reign, in spite of her hand. I was so proud of her.”
Kendra took a breath and kept going. “And then, after that, in the days of Vikings and Crusades, a nearby village was quite literally raped and pillaged. Our vampire lair was a good ways outside of town, and when we awoke we could smell the smoke and death. We went to the village to investigate and I found a boy of about four or five, crying beside the body of his mother. I finally got him to talk, and he said his mother, father, grandparents, sister, and aunt had all been killed. There weren’t many people left alive in the village, and no one was interested in taking the boy in. I was married at the time, to a vampire, and my husband and I raised him until he was an adult, and then we gave him the funds to set up shop and make a living. We taught him everything he would need to know to be a blacksmith, and we moved outside of a new town while he moved into the town and set up shop.”
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