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Jailed

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by Daniella Wright


  “Good girl,” he said gently, stroking my face with his fingertips. “Very good. Now I want you to bend over that chair over there. Quickly.”

  I did as he told me, folding my body in half and draping my front end over the chair so that my ass was in the air. I felt him move behind me, felt his hands stroke my spine, move down over my body to cup my mound from behind. He slipped one finger inside of me and began to pump it in and out, teasing me, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to help but respond. I began to grind against his finger and he pulled it away, slapping my backside with his bare hand. I winced at the stinging blow but squirmed, rubbing myself against the chair, out of control. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, overwhelmed with the arousal of the punishment. He spanked me more and I knew my skin was getting redder and redder under the pressure of his hand, but I loved it. I let out a low moan and he stopped, rubbing my sore skin with his hand.

  “I told you not to pleasure yourself,” he chided, smacking my ass again. “Don’t you ever want to be fucked? Only good girls get to be fucked, Emilia.”

  “I do want it,” I protested, because in that moment, I would have given anything to have it. I couldn’t help but to squirm against the chair. It was an automatic response to my body needing stimulation between my legs. I heard him make a low noise behind me and turned my head to see that his red eyes were filled with flames, his jaw tight. Then he began to undress behind me. I knew what was coming, knew from that look on his face that he was finally going to give in. And he did, at first rubbing his cock up and down my lower lips, teasing my bud with the head of it. Then he entered me from behind in a slow stroke, filling me up in one push forward. He began to fuck me slowly, still teasing me, using his cock this time. He hit the back of my channel with a force that knocked the wind out of me but still didn’t move very fast. When I tried to back myself against him, he held my hips still and continued his slow thrusting. It was driving me crazy and I gave a frustrated cry when he pulled out of me.

  “Please, no,” I said, my voice soft and desperate. “Please fuck me, Eli. I can’t take it anymore.”

  “I know, baby,” he said, stroking my ass again. He spanked me twice, a punishment for begging. I was supposed to keep quiet, to take what he gave me gratefully. But I couldn’t help it. I needed more and I needed it now. Blessedly, he slid inside of me again and began to move in and out in quicker strokes. This time, he let me throw myself back at him, meeting his forward thrusts with my backward strokes. His hand wrapped in my hair and he pulled it in one handful, arching my back and using my body for leverage as he began to pound into my channel. It felt so good that my knees went out and I sagged against the chair, or would have if he wouldn’t have been holding the top half of my body up by pulling my hair. With his free hand, he spanked me again, and that made me come hard all over his cock. I couldn’t help it. I knew I’d be in trouble; he always made me ask permission to come, but I didn’t care and I couldn’t control it.

  He gave a soft growl and pulled out of me, then flipped me over and lifted me so that I was sitting perched on the back of the chair. He spread my legs and pushed inside of me again, taking hold of my jaw in his hand and squeezing, holding my face still while I moaned. He held my eye while we fucked, making sure that I was drowning in his gaze. He lowered his head and sank his teeth into my neck then, drinking from me as I came again with the sensation that his bite sent through my body. He came shortly after with a sigh, then licked my neck to heal the wound his teeth had made.

  After, I was still sitting on the back of the chair. My pussy had leaked all over my thighs, and Eli delighted in licking them clean. He gave my slit one slow lap before he stood up and faced me.

  “Was that what you’ve been wanting?”

  “Yes,” I responded, pulling his face to mine and kissing him hotly. “More than anything.”

  He smiled against my lips, his fangs barely poking into the bottom one. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would. And fucking you is like a dream.”

  “So do it again,” I told him, already aroused again from his words and his lick to my folds. He obliged within minutes, took me roughly while I moaned for him, said his name over and over. When we were finished and I went home, I kept thinking about how he touched me. I only hoped it wasn’t the last time, that we would do it again, and soon. I was addicted to his body, almost, and couldn’t get enough of him. I fell asleep sore and happy that night, thinking about the vampire who had somehow pierced her mind and wouldn’t get out.

  Chapter 5: Eli

  I felt conflicted thinking about Emilia. On one hand, I had enjoyed myself with her immensely. Every meeting brought us closer, and every meeting built my lust until I was almost in a frenzy every time I saw her. But I was coming to realize that it was more than that for me. I found her fascinating and was interested in more aspects of her life than just the sex, though that had been phenomenal, better than I’d even expected. I was truly interested in her as a person; it surprised me, made me feel strange, like my heart was opening for the first time in years. Once one had lived a certain amount of time, he knew how to close himself up to the outside world. I had gotten used to living on my own, to being my own man with no emotional attachments. Emilia was different. I had never spent so much time with a human, indulging their curiosities before, and I found I wanted even more from her than she had already given me.

  The next time we were together, after we had sated our immediate kinky desire for each other, I thought of something that would help Emilia to understand everything about me that she wanted to know. I had never thought to be so open, and yet I found myself wanting to share everything with her.

  “Emilia,” I said. “I’d like to show you something. It’ll tell you all you want to know.”

  Emilia raised her eyebrows in a question. “What does that mean?”

  “If you take some of my blood, I can press into your mind, send you images of my life,” I said softly. “I want you to know as much as you want.”

  She nodded, almost hesitantly. I understood why. The idea of letting someone into her mind was strange and foreign to her. I assured her that it would be fine with a kiss, and she melted into me so that I knew that she trusted me. I pulled my hand to my mouth and bit into the palm so that my skin was pierced and blood was dripping down my wrist. Emilia looked at the redness pouring out of me and squared herself, then put her mouth to the wound and sucked gently for a few seconds. I closed the cuts I had made before closing my eyes and pressing into her mind, opening her up to receive the images I was about to show her.

  And then I sent her everything. Being born a vampire, becoming king, all the battles I had fought and witnessed throughout my long life. I felt her shudder when she saw the carnage I had seen in all my years, and regretted having to show her such a thing. But she stayed still, her eyes closed, and received my thoughts calmly. There was a woman I’d loved before, a human one, who had died of a human ailment before I’d had a chance to turn and heal her. The image of her face filled me with sorrow but I pressed on, showing her everything, laying myself bare.

  When I was finished, I watched her face as she seemed to come out of a trance. She looked at me with wide, stunned eyes but didn’t speak. I had never been so open with her, no matter how many questions she’d asked me. Now she knew everything there was to tell her. I only hoped that she wouldn’t be done with me, that she hadn’t gotten what she wanted and would simply part ways with me.

  Instead of leaving, she looked at me, leaned forward and kissed my lips. I accepted her tongue eagerly, wondering what it was that had made her so hot.

  “Thank you,” she said softly. “I never thought—I didn’t expect that. But thank you.”

  “You’re welcome,” I said, nodding to her. Then I pulled her against me, unable to help myself. We talked then, about some of the things I had shown her. I told her about the girl, the human one, and she looked sad as I explained how she’d died of the plague before I had even gotten to confes
s my love. That was one of my most heartbreaking memories, one I wouldn’t be able to forget no matter how many years past. We talked about the wars I’d fought in and the battles I won. I told her about being king and how I generally kept it a secret. When she asked me why, I found I didn’t have a real explanation other than the fact that I liked my privacy.

  Then we talked about her. I found that I wanted to know everything. I didn’t ask her to read her thoughts or her memories—that would have been too much. I knew from experience how uncomfortable it could be for a human. So I just listened to her.

  “Do you want to know why I’m so interested in vampires?” she asked. I nodded.

  “I’ve been wanting to know that since I met you.”

  “My father was a surgeon,” she said. “He worked with vampires his whole career. Vampire blood is good for healing.”

  I nodded. “I know. And it gives you energy. You must be racing right now.”

  “I am,” she admitted, looking me in the eye. Her lips curved up in a wicked smile and I knew that we were building up to another round of hot, absolutely filthy sex. But then she continued with her story, and I listened intently.

  “There’s a lot of secrets about human health in relation to vampires and their bodies,” she said. “I guess I’m just interested in learning everything about vampires. I find you fascinating.”

  It was a surprising answer, one I wasn’t expecting. Most humans who were fixated with vampires had whimsical, fantastical ideas about them. Emilia was just genuinely curious and wanted to learn. I found it charming and a relief as well. This wasn’t just some passing fancy for her. It was important to who she was and what she wanted out of life.

  After that, we couldn’t talk anymore. They had gotten too close to each other physically, having snuggled up against one another while they talked. I felt my desire aching deep in my body when she touched me, so I kissed her deeply to send her the message of what I wanted. She responded with eagerness, the extra energy from my blood giving her a rush of lust and fervent energy. She rode me with abandon, using my cock to pleasure herself while her hips danced against mine. When we were finished, I regrettably told her goodbye for the evening. She shot me one last, pleased look before disappearing out the door, and I couldn’t help but to wonder and crave the next time I’d see her.

  Chapter 6: Emilia

  Eli and I kept meeting at the bar, but things were different after he’d shown me his life. We were more casual, and though we often had sex, the interviews and the question game we played faded into the background. We enjoyed each other’s company deeply and I found myself thinking about him even when we weren’t together. We started meeting four, five times a week and just talking, discussing everything. We also played other games. Sometimes, he’d restrain me while fucking me. Other times he would use a riding crop on my skin to punish me. It seemed like the dirtier things got, the hotter they made me. I had never known that I was so into such a thing before, but it turned out that I was having the best sex of my life.

  “My report is going well,” I told him one day as we were laying together. He looked at my face and stroked my belly with his fingertips, then moved them up to my breasts, which he circled enticingly. “I’ve kind of turned it into a story. It was supposed to be about how vampires affect human culture.”

  “And what’s it about now?” he asked, leaning down to suck one of my nipples into his mouth. It was infinitely distracting but I kept speaking, trying to ignore the hot feeling that spread through my body at his touch.

  “About our relationship,” she said, and he looked up at her. “I mean, the potential of interpersonal relationships between humans and vampires. The fact that we can connect with each other.”

  He smiled, then lowered his mouth to my other breast. My nipples grew tight and stiff and the v between my legs became even wetter, but I wanted to tell him something earnestly, something that had been on my mind since the beginning of our strange relationship.

  “You’ve really helped me,” I said, pulling his face up to look at me. “I appreciate you so much. I’ve learned as much about myself as I have about you.”

  He looked a little surprised, but then his smile grew wicked. “I did help you find out you were into BDSM,” he pointed out. “And so far you’ve enjoyed that.”

  It was true. Now that I’d experienced this lifestyle, experienced the best of it, I knew there would be no going back to regular sex with a regular human. I didn’t say that, though, instead protesting his words.

  “It’s much more than that,” I told him seriously. “I always just wanted to learn about vampires. I thought of you as something to study. Now I know there’s more to vampires than just that.”

  He looked at me for a long moment, studying my features. Then he kissed me slowly and deeply, putting his hand behind my head to cradle it close to his. He continued to kiss me, using his free hand to dip between my legs, to touch me where I needed it most. I spread my thighs for him and he slipped two fingers inside of my wet channel, pumping them in and out.

  “I think you deserve a reward, baby girl,” he said softly in my ear. “Don’t you?”

  I nodded breathlessly, grinding against his fingers. He curled them inside of me, touching the spot deep in my channel that I need him to most. Then he pulled me underneath him and began to rub his cock against me, driving me wild with need. When he pushed inside of me, finally filling me up, it was like nothing I had ever experienced before. He was so rough with me, so passionate, and I wanted more and more. We fucked for a long time. I came especially after he began to rub my bud, after he started making me beg to come. It was so hot I couldn’t help it, and I got punished for eventually doing it without his explicit permission.

  The next night, Eli called me up on my cellphone while I was on my way home from the newspaper office. I had been working on the report and lost track of time, so I hadn’t met him at the club when I usually did. I answered the phone hurriedly, almost dropping it as I drove.

  “Hi,” I said. “I got to writing, I—“

  “Never mind about tonight,” he said on the other end of the line, his voice sultry as ever. “I’m thinking about tomorrow. I want to take you on a real date.”

  My heart raced in my chest. A real date with him was something that I’d dreamt about, but never thought would happen. I didn’t know exactly what our relationship was but neither of us had mentioned anything about actually dating. It was a private, quiet relationship that we kept to ourselves. The thought of going out with him enticed and excited me.

  “Where?” I asked.

  “It’s a surprise,” he said. I heard a smile in his voice and felt butterflies in my stomach. I was falling for him deeply, and just the sound of his happiness made my heart flutter.

  “Okay,” I said, almost apprehensively. I wasn’t sure what kind of surprise I could expect from a very dominant vampire with a BDSM kink, or how much more surprised I could get by him. But I decided to trust him. It would be fun, whatever we did, because I’d be with him. “Pick me up after dark?”

  “Yes, ma’am,” he said, mocking me. I called him sir when we played and got such a thrill out of it that just thinking about it made me wet.

  We hung up the phone. The night passed slowly, as did the next day. I waited eagerly for dark, and when I saw his car pull up I got in and kissed him softly on the lips, which he returned gratefully. He grinned at me when I asked him again where we were going but he didn’t answer. We drove for a little bit, catching each other up on our days, then pulled into the parking lot of a huge fair that was on the edge of town. I looked at all the colorful spinning rides with my eyes wide, then looked at him.

  “Seriously?” I asked. It was the last thing I expected from him, given our previous encounters. A fair was so innocent, such a wholesome place to go compared to our normal activities together. I looked at him and couldn’t help but to smile, excited for what the night had to bring.

  We went through the gates a
nd inside the brightly-lit, noisy square. We were surrounded on all sides by people, who occasionally glanced up at Eli’s handsome face, shocked to see a vampire out in a crowd of humans. It wasn’t often that the two species intermingled, and some of the patrons of the fair stayed far away from him, as if he would bite one of them at any moment. Eli didn’t seem to mind, but instead was obviously enjoying himself. The two of us walked around the edge of the fairgrounds and played silly games, throwing darts at balloons, “fishing” for quarters. Eli won me a small stuffed fish and presented it to me as if it were an expensive, timeless gift. And it was priceless to me.

  We came to the ferris wheel some time later and I looked up at the massive structure, my heart beating frantically. I was deadly afraid of heights and had never been on one of those rides before. Eli looked at my face and his brow wrinkled in concern.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, taking my hand and kissing my fingers.

  “Afraid of heights,” I said, swallowing.

  “What if I hold your hand the whole time?”

  I smiled at him, touched. I couldn’t refuse an offer like that, no matter how afraid I was. Plus, he had a way of soothing me, calming me down with his very presence almost as much as he aroused me.

 

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