My Viking Vampire

by Krystal Shannan

  Not just yet, my sweet. I could only pray she would not hate me for this next move.

  I dropped my hands from her backside and moved away from her mound. The cry that tore from her throat told me I was doing an excellent job of drawing out her pleasure. By now, her entire body was heavy and throbbing, desperate for a release. Exactly how I wanted her.

  It was time to work through one other thing. I knew she would never like the sound or like the bite of a whip, but I hoped a flogger could be something she found pleasure in. First I wanted to work on just the sound. Even if I never used a whip on her, I wanted her comfortable around it.

  I could feel her eyes boring a hole through my back as I walked toward the dresser. My short whip was in the bottom drawer. I retrieved it and a soft leather flogger, along with a padded blindfold and turned to face her.

  “What the fuck?! Erick!” She snarled, pulling her hands from the scarf bindings. I blurred to her side and forced her hands back into place. “You didn’t say the safe word.”

  Her mouth parted to speak. I could hear the ‘R’ in red on the tip of her tongue.

  “Think carefully, kjaere. Have I hurt you?”

  She relaxed her arm and a tear ran down her cheek. “You promised.” The pain in her glance tore at my heart, but I held her tightly. “But if this is what you need from me, then go ahead. I said I am yours and I meant it. Heart and soul … and body.”

  Those last words nearly brought tears to my eyes. She was giving me permission to whip her. To hurt her. Something I’d promised I would never do. Something I would absolutely never do. I could see the terror she was bravely hiding behind those glassy, blue eyes. She needed to trust that I would not betray her. She did not trust in that, yet.

  “Trust me, Bailey.” I caught her panicked stare and held it. Some of the fire had left her eyes, but she nodded.

  “Good girl. I love you, min kjaereste. For as long as you will have me.” That admission drove the fear from her gaze and it changed into the most beautiful vision of submission I’d ever seen.

  She closed her eyes and leaned back against the cross. I slipped the blindfold over her head and ran my hand down her torso. Her body arched into my touch as my hand fell lower and lower until it slipped between her wet nether lips and I slid two fingers into her slick vagina.

  I held the short single tail whip in my hand. The snap would be loud enough to achieve the purpose I needed.

  “You’re going to hear the whip, but it won’t touch you, kjaere. Tell me you trust me.”

  “I do.”

  I rubbed the inside wall of her vagina, finding just that perfect spot to bring her hovering orgasm crashing down around her. She moaned and moved with my hand.

  I flicked my wrist, snapping the short whip in the air a few feet away from her. The sharp crack echoed through the room. Every muscle in her body flinched and she whimpered, but I thrust my fingers a little faster and rubbed my thumb across her clit. Her muscles clenched again, but this time it was from her arousal. She moaned and jerked at her bindings, nearly ripping through one.

  Snapping the whip again, I felt her body tense and her orgasm recede again. I worked her pussy, sliding my fingers in and out, rolling her clit with my thumb. Soon she was writhing on the cross again, and by the sixth snap of the whip, her reaction to it had lessened.

  The only thing on her mind was reaching the climax I kept just out of her reach. There was one more thing I wanted her to experience and associate with pleasure. The flogger.

  Dropping the short whip, I leaned over and picked up the butter-soft leather flogger from where it lay on the floor by her feet. Then I removed my fingers from her core. A tortured moan rose from her shuddering body.

  “One last thing, kjaere.” I drew the strands of the flogger across her stomach and watched the muscles in her body tense and then relax. She swallowed, a normal human reaction to stress, but she didn’t object or use her safe word.

  I continued to feather the flogger strands across different parts of her body. Over her thighs, up her torso, across her breasts, allowing the weight of the strands to tug gently on her chained nipples.

  A quick gasp was her only response. She tracked every sound and movement. Her body was completely tuned in and ready. The smell of her arousal filled the room with a sweet, heavenly scent.

  A little more.

  I swung the flogger and lightly swept it across her stomach, picking up a slow but steady rhythm. She didn’t flinch away and after the first few passes, began to lean into the stroke. Keeping the rhythm steady, I moved it lower giving her upper thighs a few soft swipes.

  “How are you?”

  “Mmmm,” she moaned and nodded her head.

  Moving my arm a little higher, I flicked strands across the bottom of her breasts, dragging them across the chain, and listened to her hiss. That should have burned just a little, but instead of panic, she pulled on her bonds and a slow tortured moan rose from her chest.

  The sound was like seeing the sun come out for the first time after I’d been turned. I gave her stomach a few harder passes and again across her thighs, reveling in her mewls of pleasure. More moisture glistened on the insides of her thighs and I threw the flogger to the floor.

  “Min kjaereste.” I reached for the blindfold and pulled it from her face.

  She blinked, adjusting to the light, and her gorgeous vampire blue eyes locked with mine. Gone was the fear. The uncertainty. She’d found her way through the blackness that pained her soul and came through cleansed and new. Her trust and submission was full and beautiful.

  The contented smile that curved her lips upward warmed my heart.

  It was a whole new beginning for her. For us both together.

  I grasped one of her thighs and then the other, lifting her ankles free of the scarves. She slipped her hands from their bindings and cupped my face, pulling me close, and pressing her lips gently to mine.

  I growled and swept her into my arms. Blurring to the bed, I shed my clothes in a quick movement, then parted her thighs and slipped between them. One more second and I thrust deep within her swollen pussy. Her arms came down onto my shoulders.

  “Keep your arms above your head.”

  She complied immediately, her pussy clenching in response and my cock grew harder. I started to move inside her, holding her heated gaze and watching with pleasure and pride as her pupils dilated further.

  “Please,” she moaned.

  I moved closer, pushing her legs up and over my shoulders until I could drive in deep and hard, her body nearly folded in half. Her hands fisted above her head, but neither arm moved from its place.

  “Such beautiful submission, min kjaereste.”

  Her pussy clenched around my hard cock, every twitch and pulse driving me even closer to the release I was trying to prolong for both of us.

  Sliding my hands up her torso, I slowed my thrusts and tugged gently at the chain dangling between her nipples. With a quick move, I squeezed the release on both clamps and a long howl tore from her throat. Tossing aside the chain and clamps, I thrust harder and dug my fingers into her hips, pulling her down hard, impaling her fully.

  Once. Twice.

  I moved one hand to her mound and rolled my thumb around her unhooded swollen clit then pressed down hard on top.

  Another high pitched scream echoed through the room. Her pussy clamped down hard and her fingers dug into my shoulders. She bit my lip and growled into my mouth. Damn, she was pushing my buttons perfectly. My climax surged forward, building until it burst like a damn, rushing through every nerve until I filled her completely. I thrust deep and hard until she milked me dry.

  Slowly, I pulled out, released, and guided her legs down flat on the bed again and lay down beside her. She rolled to her side and I slipped my arms around her, holding her tightly to my chest.

  She curled into my body and sighed. “Thank you.” The words were simple, but told me everything I needed to now. I was so proud of her. Of the risks she
’d taken the trust she’d placed in me. It was so much more than I thought possible.

  I rubbed the soft pale skin of her shoulder with my thumb and then squeezed her even closer. “I love you, my precious Bailey D’Roth.”

  “I love you more, Erick Thorson,” she replied and kissed my chest, her lips feathered lightly along my skin, giving me goose bumps. “My very own Viking vampire.”

  “Only yours.”

  Author's Note

  I hope you enjoyed MY VIKING VAMPIRE!

  The next book in Sanctuary, Texas will be released in Dec 2014.

  Thank you for spending time with me in my world. I hope you will continue to visit.

  XOXO

  Krystal Shannan

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