He pulled on his pair of gloves, snapping them into place. He smoothed the latex over her skin, totally digging her heat as it spread across his hand and up his arm. The rest of his supplies were almost out of reach, so he grabbed them and moved them closer, but he maintained physical contact with her the whole time.
The needle hubs were all different colors. He bought them specifically for the colors they came in so he didn’t have to stop and look at the boxes for size anymore. He wanted her to suffer because he stuck her, not because he took too much time between sticks.
The boxes he’d grabbed were a mix of sizes from the thinnest twenty-five gauge, to twenty-two and then to twenty gauge as the biggest. If he knew how she’d react he would have grabbed a few eighteen gauge for her thighs or tits, but he decided to be cautious. He wanted her spacey on stingy pain, not so fucked up she couldn’t enjoy his own form of aftercare.
He grabbed a handful of each of the smaller gauges and a couple of the largest.
To his surprise, when he was about ready to start she touched the top of his forearm. Most girls wanted to fuck him because he was the obvious bad boy of choice. His ink, piercings and don’t give a shit attitude were a hot commodity around a BDSM club. He fucking loved it.
But for once, he had the impression he could have looked clean as a whistle and the girl on the table would still tremble beneath his hands. Adrenaline raced beneath his skin as he stared into her dilated pupils.
She licked her lips, swallowing a few times before her soft voice reached him. “It makes no sense, but I’m glad my date never showed. I think I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be tonight.”
He stared at her, rolling a twenty-five gauge needle in his free hand. Playing it cool seemed disrespectful so instead of being flip about it he nodded, and agreed. “Ditto.” He kept his focus on her for the span of several heartbeats then raised an eyebrow at her hand, wondering if she knew the consequences of breaking the rules.
Her innocent smile brightened the room. “Sorry.”
“It’s forgiven…this time.” He kicked his chin up, motioning for her to put her arm back over her head. Within moments she was ready.
Thank. Fuck.
He pulled the cap off the needle, tossing it in a trash can he always kept beside the table.
“Take a deep breath.”
As she inhaled and held it, he pinched a small section of skin on the side of her calf. “On the count of three, you’re gonna let it out.” He lined up the bevel of the needle, registering the faint trembling shaking the table.
Her eyes locked on him.
“One.”
Her toes curled against the table.
“Two.”
A slight whimper came out as she arched in anticipation.
“Three.” As she blew out the breath he slid the needle into her leg. It pierced the skin on the top of the raised section he’d created and out the bottom of it, spanning about an inch wide.
She arched farther off the table, her mouth opening on a moan, and he watched her tighten and release the grip she had on her clasped hands.
“Lovely,” he praised.
Her eyelids flashed and it looked like she had to fight to keep them open.
He uncapped another small needle, pinching up a small section of skin a couple inches down the side of her calf. “Deep breath. On two this time.” He counted and as soon as she exhaled he punctured her again. “Damn, that’s hot. A few more, pretty girl.”
The pattern continued until she had a row of five needles up her calf. He paused after that, laying a hand on her stomach to rub along her sternum. Soothing her, comforting her made him want to climb on the table and fuck her until she begged him to come.
He grabbed the slightly larger twenty-two gauge needles and uncapped one, pinching a small section of skin on her thigh. She tried to focus on him again, and he definitely wanted to rock her world. “On two.”
She groaned and inhaled sharply, her breasts heaving as she exhaled on his count. He slid the needle into her thigh, making sure to go shallowly where the most capillaries were. The needles in her calf weren’t bleeding at all, but as soon as he pierced the lower section of skin on her thigh a single drop of crimson blood ran along the sexy curve of her leg toward her ass.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispered into the reverent space as he grabbed and uncapped one of the larger twenty gauge needles. As he positioned it she inhaled, exhaling on his count of two without him even having to prep her. He pierced her again, and again, and again until a row of five larger needles stuck through her thigh.
“Fucking sexy. I knew you’d look hot with needles.”
“I didn’t know it would— I didn’t know I’d be so—“
“Horny?” he offered as she seemed at a loss for words.
“Mmhmm…” came out half as an admission, and half as a plea.
“I’m gonna take them out and watch you bleed.”
She nodded, her whole body shivering even though heat poured off her. Desire to take her raced through his veins and his cock kicked behind his jeans in agreement.
He started on the needles on her calf again and slid the first one out. She moaned, the muscles in her leg trembling as he removed the other four. He twisted the last couple trying to get her to bleed, but there just wasn’t a lot there. He placed all the needles in the sharps container, touching her with one hand at all times.
Involuntary muscle spasms torqued her body every few seconds as she processed the pain and he couldn’t wait much longer to get inside her. He didn’t know which one of them was more turned on, and that just juiced him even more.
“Lay your arm closest to me down on the table.”
She followed his order and continued watching him like a hawk.
He grabbed his special pack and ripped it open, taking out a catheter needle like hospitals used to place an IV. He wrapped a tourniquet from the pack around her arm. “Make a fist and pump it.”
She clenched her fingers tight over and again, not asking any questions.
“Hold it.” As soon as she froze he slipped the IV needle into the largest vein he could find. It fit perfectly.
“Fuck, me.”
He decided to take her words as a request, instead of just an expression.
He removed the needle but left the tiny tube in place. He untied the tourniquet and her blood freely flowed out onto her arm, along her elbow and onto the table. He snagged the wine goblet, lowering it under the IV tube, allowing her blood to flow into the glass. It was slow, but it didn’t take a lot of blood to make a huge impact on a scene. Especially not with a sub who’s flawless skin shown like snow.
When a small amount of blood pooled in the bottom of the glass he lifted it over her torso and slowly poured it out. Tiny crimson drops bounced onto her skin making them both groan. He smeared the red liquid onto her tits, her ribs and along her stomach. He gathered more when he ran out, spreading it on the leg farthest from him and on the knee of the leg closest to him and even on her pussy. It dripped downward, following the path gravity alone determined.
He put the goblet on the table, and without warning her, pulled free the first needle in her thigh. He twisted it free at the end, and blood ran down her thigh.
She sucked in a sharp breath, and moaned, arching against the table. Her back rose higher and higher off the table on the next two needles he pulled free. He made each one a bit more painful on the way out, unable to help himself the closer she came to orgasm.
“Oh, God,” she prayed as he spread more blood on her torso.
“One more needle to come out on your thigh. Ready?” He touched her thigh and grabbed the end of the needle.
“Yes Sir. Yes Sir. Yes Sir…” It became her mantra and she kept it up until he twisted the last needle out of her leg. “Yessssssss,” she wailed as she damn near arched completely off the table. Her hands opened and closed again. The smell of her sweet pussy reached his nose along with the faint coppery scent of her blood.
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br /> More of it ran down her leg, pooling beneath her ass, combining with the blood from her arm, still slowly flowing out. He had to put a hand on her chest to keep her on the table as she wailed, coming hard. She rolled her hips again, silently begging for something to fill her up, and who was he to say no…to a lady…on Valentine’s Day?
On auto-pilot he removed the tube in her arm, yanked off his pants with a groan, finally letting his cock free. It bobbed in front of him as he pulled on a condom.
He shoved all of the boxes of needles and everything else over, climbed on the table and between her legs. He pushed her thighs wide, desperately convincing the cum in his balls to stay in place at least for as long as it took for him to get inside her. He didn’t think it would take much more than her post-orgasmic pussy tightening around his dick to get him off.
He positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy and realized he didn’t have any lube. Not that he probably needed anything but he wasn’t exactly on the average size of cocks either. He was big and he didn’t want to rip her apart trying to get inside.
Without thinking or with the most thought he’d ever had during a scene he schmeared his fingers through the blood below her, spreading it along the condom. He fisted his dick, pumping it through his fist, fighting the urge to rip off the rubber so he could jack off with nothing but her blood in his palm.
“You’re gorgeous,” Anne praised. She bit her lip, her eyes dilated, showing how loopy she was after the needle play.
“Ditto,” he agreed and then fed his cock into her one thick inch at a time. He didn’t stab it into her for a couple inches and be done.
Oh no.
He worked it inside, pressing farther and farther in on each stroke, pausing as he buried himself deep, convincing her no other dick would ever match up.
She grabbed her tits, squeezing them together, sliding in her own blood and she couldn’t have looked any prettier.
As he filled her, he drew a heart in the blood on her stomach. “Will you be my Valentine?” He hovered over her body, pumping inside her with stronger thrusts, until he had to grab her shoulders to keep her from sliding across the table.
“Hell— Yes— Anything. Just let me come again, please, Duke. I need it. I’m so close.”
“You are definitely my kind of fucked up.” He reached between them with one hand, dragging some of her beautiful red liquid down to her clit.
He rubbed it with his thumb, sliding across it over and over again, timing it with each thrust of his hips. The first flutters of the walls of her slick snatch traveled up his dick, along his spine, slamming him in the back of the skull.
An orgasm the size of Mount Vesuvius barreled straight toward him.
He fucked Anna hard, pushing his thumb against her sensitive nubbin every few seconds.
Her mouth opened and she gritted her teeth together, shutting out everything but him. “Please, Sir. Please…”
He pinched her clit between his fingers and rubbed it until she wailed.
Her pussy locked down on his dick, trying desperately to suck the seed from his cock.
He had no choice but to come with her.
Instead of good rhythm he jerked and spasmed as his orgasm raced from his balls into the condom he wore. Lights flashed before his eyes as he came.
Anna reached up, latching onto the back of his neck, pulling him to her, forehead to forehead as they ground against each other. She smeared blood on the back of his neck and shoulders and he couldn’t help but groan.
He knew she’d be something special and she sure as shit didn’t disappoint.
He pumped inside her, spasming more than anything else, loving it when she tilted her hips just right so he hit something deep inside making her gasp.
Slowly, her entire body drooped and she laid spread out on the table with nothing but a smile gracing her perfect form. “Damn.”
They both groaned when he slid out and climbed off the table.
He removed the condom, and his cock twitched just seeing her blood on the latex. He disposed of the rubber and grabbed the water bottle. He helped her sit up and offered it to her, “Why don’t you take a few drinks? Don’t want you getting dehydrated now do we?” She took a few healthy swallows and he finished off the rest once she was done. Instead of doing a piss poor job cleaning her up on the table, he scooped her up, carrying her into the bathroom, leaving tiny drops of blood all the way.
He thankfully paid extra to have the entire dungeon sterilized after he left each weekend.
He took her in the shower and cleaned them both off. Random giggles kept coming from her, making him chuckle. After all the red washed away, he dried them off, carrying her to bed wrapped in nothing but a towel. Her head rested against his shoulder and she traced a tattoo of a phoenix on his chest. He peeled the towel off her and ditched his own as he settled her in his big bed.
He went back over and closed up all of the plastic sheeting, putting it in a biohazard bag, along with the needles and trash as well. He put it in the corner trash bin marked accordingly.
He thought Anna was asleep when he climbed in next to her, but she surprised him. He laid down then she stretched up to place a chaste kiss on his lips, running fingers through his wet hair. “I’ll bleed for you anytime.” She kissed him again then laid her head on his chest and snuggled in close.
“I’ve seen you around the club before tonight. Don’t have a clue how we’ve missed each other until now.” He rubbed her shoulder, enjoying the feel of her beside him.
She lazily traced parts of his tattoos. “I’ve noticed you too.”
He paused, “But earlier you asked if I came here often? Like you hadn’t seen me before.”
“Yeah…uh…I kind of lied.”
That made no sense at all. “Why? What difference would it make?”
“Girls fawn over you all the time, I didn’t figure you needed another boost to your ego.”
“My ego’s not, you know, huge?”
Anna snorted, covering her mouth, unsuccessfully trying to contain the giggles slipping out. “Your ego’s not the only thing that’s huge, Duke.”
Duke wrapped an arm around her, tucking his free hand behind his head.
“Umm…”
“Yes?” he prompted when nothing else followed.
“You mentioned something earlier about choking on cock?”
He smirked toward the ceiling until he shut his eyes, already anticipating round two. “Valentine’s Day. My favorite holiday…”
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Sorath’s Sinnis
By
Natalie Gibson
Elle Lovejoy has watched Nephilim claim her witch friends as mates for years. When it seems she's been passed up, she finds a way to get the relationships she needs as a Dominatrix within the BDSM culture. Her ability to hear the thoughts of anyone she touches makes it impossible to enjoy contact but Elle discovers that the blank mind of a person in subspace is perfect.
Sorath is a Nephilim mysteriously freed from his century long imprisonment for crimes unknown. Thirst has driven him near insane, though one drive - to get to the woman he senses is his Sinnis and claim her - pushes him forward in a world unfamiliar.
Can Elle's experience in domination help her rein in this beast? Can she tame him in time to save him from his own uncontrollable bloodlust? Will a being as pow
erful as Sorath submit to Elle?
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This series combines all the elements Author Natalie Gibson enjoys in a good read: action, adventure, magic, mystery, romance, and racy sex. The stories center around the Daughters of Women, a secret order of magical adepts, each with special abilities granted to them from their mother's bloodlines. Some will be, and some will give birth to Sinnis, a generation destined to couple with an ancient race of demigods they call Guardians - the Nephilim. Together they will save humanity from the greedy hunger of the life-eating Shinar gods.
CHAPTER ONE
Elle Lovejoy relished the snap of the riding crop as she laid another row of marks across Gill's shoulder blades. The sound meant she was giving her submissive what he needed and he was one step closer to that beautiful blissful place called subspace. She hadn't loved the scene at first. In fact when Izzy approached her about serving as a Dominatrix at Club R.A.C.K., she'd been insulted. She wasn't into BDSM and she certainly didn't like to hurt people.
She followed the stinging with a pass of the rabbit fur glove over the rosy flesh. Gill jumped more at that than he had the pain. He was almost there. Elle dropped her crop and took the flogger from where it rested on his shoulder. Dragging it caused the soft tails to slide across his nerve activated areas. It was made from the softest calf skin leather. She made a figure eight, giving him a rapid succession of blows, then dangled it so the ends of the tails barely touched him. She pulled back as far as she dared and brought it horizontally across his lower back first the left and then the right. The straps were long enough that it wrapped around his torso and the ends popped his obliques, not unintentionally. She changed angles; the ends snapped his pecks, biting his nipples. Even this incurred no protest from Gill.
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