“I...why…what are you going to do? Damien…Damien won’t be happy.” I warned him but he simply threw back his head and laughed.
“Why would you care what he thinks little bird? You’ve run down here to get away from him because you can’t cope with his emotions or your own right now and you want time alone. We both know you want him to catch you with me, doing something with me, so we will give him something to see.” He reached out and grabbed a fist full of my hair. “I told you to take your clothes off.”
He released me again and quickly I pulled off the skirt and top that Francesca had let me borrow, leaving me standing before him in just my thong.
He circled me, reaching out to flick my nipple and push my hair back over my shoulders so he could see me properly. “Come.” He held his hand out and I placed mine in his where he then led me over to the St Andrew’s cross.
He got me to lift my arms where he then locked my hands in position and instructed me how to stand so he could shackle my legs and feet. With my back to him, I was spread out, suddenly nervous about what he was going to do and worried about how Damien would react if he walked in now.
Adrian walked away from me and I tried to see what he was doing. I couldn’t turn my head enough to see but suddenly he was back and he held a riding crop in his hands.
“You remember what happened earlier don’t you little bird? You liked the pain; you got off on the pain. Until you are prepared to be honest with yourself and with Damien, you will need pain.” He flicked the crop over my back and I jumped. Not with pain but surprise.
Slowly he began to work his way down my back, trailing the riding crop over me, flicking it occasionally with just enough force that it caused a tiny burst of pain. I felt the tip of the whip between my legs, running through my folds and when he pulled it away and put it to my face, it was wet with my juices.
“Are you getting off on this little bird? You aren’t allowed to get off. This is wrong, what you are doing is wrong.” He brought the whip down harder on me, the leather biting into the skin of my ass, the pain making me cry out.
Over and over he hit me, up and down my back, over my ass, thighs and to the backs of my knees. Each cut of the whip starting with a caress, as he ran it over my now smarting skin, until finally flicking it with just enough force to make me cry out. It was turning me on though and I could feel moisture running down my legs as my excitement began to build.
Suddenly he stopped and bent towards me, his lips against my cheek. “Do not hurt my brother Flame. Do not treat him like a fool, and don’t be so quick to assume that when he shares his feelings with you that he is lying. Damien has never loved anyone, not like a man loves a woman, yet he loves you.”
I flinched, struggling to turn my head to meet his eyes. How the hell did he know that? Did he read minds or something?
He straightened again and turned away from me a smile on his face. “She’s ready for you.” He said and I struggled to turn my head more to see who he was talking to, although I already knew it was Damien.
“Be gentle little bird.” Adrian said and walked away. Again I tried to turn my head, but Damien walked up to me and when I met his eyes, I could see the pain darkening his beautiful green irises.
“Fuck you Flame. You want to treat me like shit because I turned you, well fine, bring it on. You don’t want my love, I take it back. You want to be hurt physically? You get off on the pain because it makes you feel you’re being suitably punished for what you have become? Well fuck you then. You want pain, you want torment, you’ve got it. Never again will I tell you I love you. From now on all we do is fuck, we feed and I beat you into learning control so you can have what you fucking well want, a life as close to your human life, a life that doesn’t include me.” As he uttered the last word which tore at my heart, I screamed when the whip suddenly bit into my ass as Damien brought it down hard. It immediately left a raised red welt in its wake and I groaned, torn between both the pleasure and the pain that he was inflicting on me.
Chapter Twenty Two
Damien
Damien watched the welts rising on Flame’s pale skin and he was torn between hating to hurt her and wanting to inflict as much pain on her as possible. He was in agony that she couldn’t love him and in ecstasy that he could take his pain and anger out on her, on her skin. They were so fucked up. He wanted to hurt her and beat her for not loving him and she wanted to hurt and suffer because she couldn’t accept what she was.
Over and over again, he brought the whip down on her until her back and her ass were a mass of criss crossed welts. Of course they wouldn’t mar her skin for long. She was vampire so they would heal quickly.
Flame bucked and moaned and he might have worried that she was fighting to avoid the whip and the pain if the evidence of her excitement wasn’t running down her legs. Her cunt was so wet she was dripping, literally and it was almost time for him to be inside her. He was so hard, so painfully erect he wanted her, he needed to fuck her.
He didn’t want her on the cross to fuck her though and hastily he released her, catching her body in his arms when she sagged. He carried her to an apparatus that was known as the spanking bench. Quickly he cuffed her hands to it and then her legs so she lay sprawled over it on her stomach, looking like she was kneeling with her legs spread.
He walked around it, running his hands over her, seeing that the welts from the crop were almost gone. When his fingers slipped down between her legs, he groaned softly when they came away soaked from her. She was wildly turned on and unable to hold off any longer, he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled his painfully erect cock out.
Discarding the riding crop, he rubbed his hands over her ass as he lined the head of his cock up at her wet cunt. She moaned and that one sound suddenly made him angry. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her, hearing her scream and jerk as much as her restraints would allow and before she’d stopped screaming, he slammed into her, fucking her hard, fast and violently.
He didn’t care if he hurt her, he didn’t care that he was hurting himself; he just kept plunging into her, feeling her closing around him, squeezing him. The door to the room opened again and Adrian walked in, dressed only in his leather pants, his chest bare.
He stepped up to Flame’s head glancing down at her, running a soothing hand over her hair, and she tried to turn to look at him but she couldn’t move enough to do so. As Damien watched him with her, he fucked her harder, his anger rising and when Adrian’s eyes met his, that unspoken question in them, he nodded.
Feeling almost detached from what was about to happen, Damien drove into her harder and harder, their bodies smashing together and still he fucked her harder. She was too tightly restrained to move and he couldn’t seem to stop the need to punish her and to punish himself.
Adrian unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his cock. Damien’s eyes were drawn to it since it was the first time he’d ever seen it and what he saw made his eyes widen. Not only was he pierced, just a simple piercing through the broad head of his cock but he was tattooed as well. Damien hadn’t seen a tattooed cock since his brother Dominick who had a beautiful cobra snake tattoo that curled down his stomach and over his dick, the mouth of the snake open, fangs showing, either side of the head of his cock.
Adrian’s was a dragon, or two dragons by the looks of things. There was one either side of his cock and where their eyes were, was where the studs of his piercing lined up to sit inside the dragons’ angry looking eyes.
The long necks ran along his cock, twisting around one another at one point. The bodies angled outwards from his stomach, the wings of the dragons spreading over his hips, one set of wings over each hip and wrapping around his back slightly. The long tails curled back and were entwined as they circled his belly button and rose up, stopping at the bottom of his ribcage. They were striking tattoos and Damien imagined the women would go nuts over what he kept hidden under his clothes when he finally stripped before them. There didn’t appear to b
e any other ink on his body other than the necessary barcode styled tattoo that allowed them to walk in the daylight. Of course he’d seen part of the dragon tattoo before. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen Adrian without a shirt, but it was the first time he’d had a chance to see the entire tattoo, and the first time he’d seen that it also ran along his dick.
“You permit me to make use of this tormented little bird?” Adrian questioned and Damien nodded. The idea of sharing Flame with anyone would normally sicken him but right now, he didn’t care. She had made her feelings quite clear, so fuck her and fuck her feelings, fuck everything.
Adrian stepped up to her and she raised her head as much as she could, her eyes widening at the sight of his pierced and tattooed cock in her face. “Open for me little bird and don’t bite.”
Obediently she formed a perfect ‘O’ with her lips and he pushed his way inside. Damien closed his eyes to block out the sight of his brother’s cock in the mouth of the woman he loved but who couldn’t love him. He’d never known a woman who could run him over the way Flame had. It was like being on a roller coaster with her. He was hurting so badly and the fact he’d been stupid enough to fall for her, and been rejected by her, fuelled a rage in him. He needed the anger to force the pain down deep, and as he slammed into her, which jerked her forward onto Adrian’s cock, it just seemed to help increase his anger.
He didn’t let up on her, he just fucked her brutally, right now actually hating her, until he groaned and started to come, filling her with every jerk of his cock. He didn’t even care that she hadn’t come first; in fact he didn’t give a fuck about anything. When he’d finally finished spilling into her, he pulled out, tucked himself back inside his jeans and with a final look at his brother who still had his cock inside Flame’s mouth, he turned and walked from the room.
Flame
When Damien came and then walked from the room leaving me with Adrian, I felt momentary shock followed by pain. He’d come and now he’d literally gone. Did I mean so little to him? He’d said he loved me but he’d calmly allowed his brother to fuck my mouth and for the first time, he’d only gone after his own sexual gratification and left me hanging, needy, desperate to come.
“Concentrate little bird. Now that you’ve started I intend to come in your mouth. Do not worry about Damien right now. You should be happy. You pushed him away, you didn’t want him and now it appears you may very well be losing him.”
He fell silent and began to work his cock faster in and out of my mouth until with little more than a jerk of his body and a barely audible grunt, I felt him come. As he filled me, I swallowed hastily until he was finished.
Adrian pulled out of my mouth, zipped himself back up and moved between my legs. With two fingers thrust inside me and his thumb grazing my clit, he finger fucked me until I finally came with a sob. As tears filled my eyes and rolled endlessly down my cheeks, he released me, helped me up and once he was sure I was physically ok at least, he too walked from the room, leaving me alone.
Damien
The next week passed surprisingly quickly given Damien felt like his heart had been ripped from his body and crushed beneath Flame’s heels. Ok, he’d wanted to punish her and fuck her with no regard, no emotion other than anger. Well he’d done it and he’d even let Adrian join in but now, several days later, he hurt, his whole body racked with the agony of unrequited love. Who would have thought? Who would have thought he’d ever fall in love and the one woman who’d sucked him in, made him love her, had thrown it back in his face. She didn’t want him, in fact she wanted as little to do with him as possible.
The only way he could get her attention at all was to beat her, whip her and abuse her through sex. The sex was hot, damn hot but he just longed to hold her, to fuck her with love rather than feeling like he had to fuck her with hate to make her happy.
Flame had agreed to live in Fabian’s home and she had ‘officially’ moved out of Cassie and Chloe’s home, making the girls joke that every housemate they had, they’d lost to members of Fabian’s family.
Of course he hadn’t even asked her to move into his room with him. She’d probably smash the bed over his head or something, so he’d watched her move into Lucian’s old room instead. Knowing she was so close physically but so emotionally far from him was driving him insane. Slowly but surely he was going crazy.
Everyone in the house was getting sick of him he knew, and he realised he’d turned into Lucian when he and Arissa had broken up before they’d finally become a permanent thing. Even he’d given his younger brother some shit about his moping around and now here he was doing it himself. He needed to snap out of this crap. He needed to forget about Flame and go find himself someone to fuck and feed from.
So that evening he dressed to hunt in black jeans, shoes, a black t-shirt which hugged his hard body so he could use his appearance to attract women and a black leather jacket over the top. His clothes matched his mood, dark.
When he walked out to the living room Fabian and Sirene were about to leave for the club since she was performing. “Do you mind if I tag along?” He asked. “I need to hunt. It’s been too long.”
“So finally my son, you’re not going to put us through another evening of your misery. You know if you want her, you should tell her.” Fabian said. “I think you have made too many assumptions with your fiery headed one. I suspect she’s backed herself into a corner and has no idea how to get out of it now. Don’t turn your back Damien.”
“You are wrong sire. She doesn’t want me; well only when she wants me to beat her and whip her. I can do that for her sometimes but sadistic behaviour is not really my thing. It was ok for a little while but I can’t give her what she wants. She would be better off with Adrian. He seems to know what she wants and needs.”
“You seem to have made up your mind son but be patient, ok? She needs a little time. She has not handled the change well but Flame is making remarkably good progress. She should be strong enough to return to work over the next few days. Francesca has taken her out somewhere to put her in crowd situations and test her control. I suspect that she will be happier when her life returns to that which is more familiar to her.”
“I’m not so sure you are right sire but I hope for her sake alone she reaches a level of acceptance that allows her to be at peace with what she is. Are you sure it’s wise for her to be out alone with Francesca? You know she’s not the most controlled one amongst us all.”
“Francesca is a wild one and a free spirit at heart but she knows the rules Damien. She has never crossed that boundary and for all her sarcasm and flippant behaviour, she will keep Flame under control. Do not worry about them.” Fabian said. “Now, we must leave if my beauty is to make it to work on time. Are you still wishing to join us?”
“Yeah, I need to feed and even I can’t stand the idea of sitting here another night feeling sorry for myself. You know it’s fucking karma don’t you? Years of using women, fucking them, treating them like walking cunts and now the one woman I want and she doesn’t fucking want me.” He said, giving his sire a lopsided grin. “Fucking karma.” He mumbled again as he followed Fabian and Sirene out of the house.
Flame
“You know if you want to feed from them and maybe fuck them Flame, you need to try and pick one up.” Francesca’s sarcastic tone interrupted my nervous chewing of my bottom lip. “You can’t run a straw into them you know.”
“I’m worried I’ll eat one of them.” I mumbled.
“You’ll be fine. You’re doing really well with learning control. You’ll be able to go back to work in a couple of days I reckon. Have more faith in yourself. You have excellent control you’re just fucked up every other way. When are you going to stop blaming Damien for all of this? When will you stop punishing him? The poor bastard’s in love with you.” She said.
I shook my head. “No he’s not. He was so angry the night we were in the dungeon and he’s always so angry when we…” I trailed off.
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nbsp; “Oh for fuck sakes girl; we all hear you two fuck. Half of fucking Hobart probably hears you two fuck. You fuck like you’re trying to kill each other. That’s not Damien though. For all his loose ways and being a slut, he’s a happy go lucky loose legged slut.” She grinned.
Francesca sure had a way with words and reluctantly I smiled. “Something about happy go lucky and vampire seems wrong. Aren’t we supposed to be dark, brooding and mysterious?”
“Some of us are Red, some of us aren’t.” Fran’s expression grew distant. “You’re turning my brother into dark and brooding. Adrian’s already there as you probably know. Heard you’ve had a couple of close encounters of the penis kind with our youngest and most mysterious vampire come warlock, come who the fuck knows?” She gave me a curious look. “So spill; what’s he like under all that air of mystery?”
I looked at her suddenly not very comfortable with the direction this conversation was going. “I don’t really want to discuss Adrian.” I turned from her for a moment as I studied the room full of blood bodies and finally came to one realisation. I was in a club and so far had not been tempted to tear into any of the humans or struggle to control my fangs. I was getting used to being vampire, more accepting of it. Of course, not that it would do me much good any more. I’d fucked things with Damien. I think although he’d allowed Adrian to join us the other night, I’d ended up hurting him. Even though we still fucked, hard, brutally, I knew he was angry. He was consumed by rage it seemed and a miserable ass the rest of the time. Fran was right, I’d fucked him up and he was no longer the joking, don’t take life too seriously vampire he once was.
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