Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories

by Charles, N. S.

  She quickly unbuttoned her overdress, tossing it carelessly on the bed, and gave herself a last appraising look in the full-length mirror on the wall. Sheer black stockings hugged her shapely legs, held up by the garters that rested comfortably against her hips. A black leather corset did very little for modesty, even if she'd had any use for the concept tonight: it terminated just under her breasts, offering just enough support to be comfortable without hiding even one inch. Jen turned around, studying her reflection from all angles, and finally nodded. It struck the right balance of dominance and sensuality, she felt. That was a relief. It would have been terribly inconvenient to have to try and modify it now. She hadn't planned to have to discipline Alex so much tonight, but the look still fit. At any rate, if all else failed, she could always step up her dominance game.

  Thus satisfied, she at last took the collar from the nightstand and headed back out to the living room, licking her lips in anticipation.

  The sight struck her unexpectedly strongly, like a jolt down her spine and straight to her cunt. Alex was kneeling with his legs spread wide apart, his head bowed, his arms folded so tightly behind his back he might as well already be bound. His cock was standing even thicker and taller than before, something she would not have believed without seeing it, and his breathing was ragged. But he did not look up at her approach. He hadn't been instructed to.

  What a good boy.

  "I see you can still follow some orders," she said, carefully keeping the warmth from her voice. Neither of them would be satisfied if she let up on him now. Alex flinched a little, but nodded. That hadn't been an order or a question, so he didn't speak.

  "Lift your head so I can put the collar on."

  "Yes, Mistress," he whispered, and did so.

  His skin was surprisingly cold to the touch as she buckled the collar around his neck, and alabaster-white. She wondered if all the blood in his body had gone to that glorious cock, flushed a deep purplish-red against the white flesh of his belly. He met her eyes as she lingered over him, and for a moment she couldn't bear to break that shared gaze. He just looked... so sweet, so vulnerable. She could hardly wait to make him scream.

  Then she took her hands away, and stood. He still watched her every move, excited and anxious.

  "Here's how it's going to be," she said firmly. "You've been very naughty, Alexander - your Mistress was very disappointed to see that you weren't wearing your collar tonight."

  "Yes, Mi--" he started, and she slapped him. He let out a small cry, and bowed his head quickly in apology.

  "Do not interrupt your Mistress when she is speaking to you."

  He nodded, once.

  "Now - as I was saying, you need to be punished. I will give you twenty lashes with the short whip. You will count them out, and you will thank your Mistress for taking the time to give you the discipline you need."

  Alex's breath was short. He nodded fervently. "Y-Yes, Mistress."

  She smiled as she reached into her purse, taking out the aforementioned whip and their usual leather cuffs. "However... I can see that you're sorry, and you have been trying to be a good boy for me. Your efforts haven't gone unnoticed, Alexander."

  "Mistress...?"

  Draping the cuffs over her arm for a moment, Jen tested the whip against her hand. Still reasonably soft. It'd need some maintenance after this session, but she was fairly sure it wouldn't hurt him unduly tonight. Just because a vampire had greater endurance and healing capability than a human, didn't mean it was alright to be careless with her sub.

  "If you take your punishment well, and if you please me sufficiently afterwards--" that was a last-minute addition, but she was so wet from the sight of him and the idea of what she was about to do to him, she suddenly had no desire to pass this night without partaking of his cock "-- then I will permit you a little treat. You're looking a little pale already, Alexander. Do you want to eat?"

  His eyes widened, and he nodded, hesitantly, as if he wasn't sure whether it was a trap. "Yes... just a little bit, Mistress..."

  "Then I will trust you to take just a little bit - if I think you deserve it," Jen said decisively. She cracked the whip in the air once. "Don't disappoint me tonight, pet."

  Alex visibly tried to keep the excited grin off his face, and only half-succeeded. That was so cute she decided not to make up a reason to punish him for it. "Yes, Mistress!"

  Smiling, Jen crossed around behind him to bind his wrists. The cuffs, already linked together, clinked softly in the quiet apartment as she buckled them. She stepped back, once that was done, to watch as he tested them. They were strong enough to hold him - he'd had them custom made for that exact purpose - but he always tugged at them a bit once he was bound, just to feel the confinement. She let him strain until he was satisfied, and then braced one high-heeled boot on the futon, brandishing the whip. His back was smooth and white in front of her, and she was about to defile it.

  "Count," she ordered, and then delivered the first strike.

  Despite the warning, he cried out in surprise as much as pain. An angry red stripe quickly appeared on his creamy flesh, marring those perfect shoulders. Jen watched for a moment, drinking in the sight of his suffering.

  "O... One," he stammered, having difficulty finding his breath for a moment. "Thank you, Mistress..."

  Jen kept herself silent. This was "punishment", after all - it wouldn't have the right feeling if she displayed her approval of his obedience. Alex had a better reward to look forward to than this, after all.

  She brought the whip down a second time, harder. He screamed - the second stroke was always the worst. The first could be unexpected, and by the third, it began to settle into a pattern, but the pain of the second was always seasoned with dread.

  Jen licked her lips. The truth be told, she was always a little envious of Alex at this point. She much preferred being on this side of the whip, but even she had times where a little pain was just what the doctor ordered... and she could imagine very well what Alex was feeling at this moment.

  "Two," he whispered shakily. "Thank you, Mistress."

  His voice might have trembled, but he had spoken more decisively than before. Good - he was beginning to savor it. Jen took a moment to let him bask in it - her silence, the lingering pain, the dread of the next strike. Let him mull over it, like a fine wine.

  And then, at the very moment he began to relax - a third strike.

  "Three!" Alex screamed the word out in agony, his back arching. Had she seen his hips jerk a little bit? She had. "Thank you, Mistress!"

  It was all she could do to stifle a giddy, hungry laugh as she wound up for the next stroke. It'd be a wonder, she thought, if she didn't come just from this.

  ***

  "T... twenty," Alex whispered at last, weak and trembling, slumping with relief. "Thah... thank you... Mistress."

  There was a fire in Jen tonight, he thought. He was a little surprised - she'd whipped him this hard before, and she'd whipped him this long, but this was the first time she'd done both at once. His back felt like a war zone, twenty long, sharp pains blurring and smearing together into a deep, indistinct agony. He felt aware of every inch of himself, and unsure whether he wanted to curl up in a ball and hide away or to greedily soak up even more of every kind of sensation. A part of him wanted Jen to keep whipping him until he bled.

  She wouldn't, of course. She'd always been scrupulously careful about her sadism - and on a night like tonight, she would probably want to take extra care. It was something that frustrated him sometimes. That kind of caution was probably justified with a human sub, but with him, she could go so far as to break bones without notably inconveniencing him. All the same, though, he did respect that conscientious attitude. And she did hurt him very well. Maybe someday he could talk her up to something a little harsher - he couldn't help thinking she'd rather enjoy branding him with hot metal, if she'd let herself - but for now, this was plenty. This was wonderful.

  Jen knelt down on the futon behind
him, and Alex shuddered as she ran soft hands over his abused flesh. He wanted to flinch away from the pain, and he wanted her to never stop.

  "Good boy, Alexander," she said quietly, and he closed his eyes in bliss. If not for their current position, he would happily have bent down to lick her boots for that. "You did very well. I'm sure you've learned your lesson, haven't you, pet?"

  "Yes, Mistress," he murmured. But he wasn't quite sure he was being honest. He really had meant to have his collar on by the time she found him, but if this was what he got for not wearing it, he was tempted to start "forgetting" it on purpose. He shivered as Jen kissed his shoulder. He was so sensitized that even that light touch felt incredibly erotic.

  "But you've got a little further to go if you want a treat," she murmured, stroking her hand down his chest. His breath hitched as she brushed over one erect nipple - turned into a sharp gasp as she bit his shoulder softly. He could feel his cock twitch demandingly.

  "Mistress!" he gasped. "Ah... aah..."

  "Yes, pet?" He could feel her smile against his skin.

  "It's... it's too much, you'll..." Alex gulped air, trying to compose himself. "I don't know... if I'll be able to-- I'm too close. I don't want to... to leave you unsatisfied..."

  "Afraid you'll come too fast?" she asked, surprisingly gentle. He nodded.

  Jen nuzzled his neck affectionately, her long hair brushing against his shoulders. "I appreciate your concern, Alex. If you're that worried, then I'll overlook it this time. Consider yourself fortunate."

  "I... thank you, Mistress." He felt strange about accepting this largesse. She'd sounded sincere. Sometimes she would offer him liberties that she intended to punish him for taking, and she always signaled it clearly with a distinct, almost sarcastic tone of voice; Alex was then free to take that warning or not, depending on whether he felt like being punished that night. But she hadn't used that tone this time, indicating that her leniency was genuine.

  But even if she wouldn't punish him for coming first, he still wasn't sure he wanted to. The smell of arousal was thick in the air, unmistakable; her hands idly wandered, driving him very nearly to distraction. Perhaps she was just so wound up from whipping him that she didn't care to put in the effort of controlling when he orgasmed, too.

  If that was the case, he really didn't want to come first. It would feel like letting her down.

  "Well, then," she said, her voice low and husky as she rose up from behind him, pushing lightly on his shoulder. "On your back."

  Alex groaned at the thought of fucking while lying directly on his bound hands and abused back, and let himself be pushed down. The futon felt rough against his tender skin, and he hissed softly. He had a moment to recover, and to think, as she hurried to grab a condom from her purse. The feel of the latex clinging to him as she rolled it out over his dripping cock made him shiver.

  It also made him think. The condom would take care of his semen, but Jen was soaking wet - he could see it glistening on her pubic hair as she stood over him. This was going to be a very wet fuck.

  "Mistress, should we-- a towel? Or something?"

  She paused midway through straddling him. Her expression was unguarded, clearly torn between lust and practical concern. She bit her lip in thought. "How much do you care about this futon?"

  He decided he didn't care that much.

  "Never mind," he said. "It's all right - let me please you, Mistress."

  "Yes," she said, her voice thick with desire. And with very little preamble, she grabbed his sheathed cock and guided it directly into her dripping cunt.

  Alex clenched his hands into fists as he felt her surround him, her soft flesh gripping him tightly, her warmth penetrating through the thin latex. He took a deep breath, firmly resisting the urge to just thrust. He would not be greedy, he had decided. The day a vampire couldn't control himself well enough to let a human come first...

  It became a challenge to hold on to that resolve as she started to move. The whipping must have been as good for her as it had been for him - she rode him hard, hands braced on his chest, hips slamming down again and again to take his cock in as deep and hard as her cunt would take it. She moaned and sighed and growled, digging her fingernails into his skin.

  She fucked him so hard he wasn't sure where he was anymore. He felt like he was flying. She was hot and tight around his cock, so wet they glided together effortlessly; his back was one hot blinding smear of pain, his shoulders aching from the awkward position he was forced into, the metal links of the cuffs digging uncomfortably into his skin. Pleasure and pain mingled together, the sensations so overwhelming he almost felt as if he was transcending them - as if he'd discovered some whole new realm of sensation. His only anchor was the rhythm of her hips against his, a repetitive spike of deep, gut-twisting pleasure, driving him higher and higher and higher--

  And then her cunt clenched around him, so tight for a moment he didn't even know what was happening until he realized she was shouting, giving voice to her ecstasy with a yowl like a cat in heat as she came hard.

  Alex was beyond resistance, beyond even wanting to endure. His hips bucked upward sharply as he came, her orgasm coaxing out his own.

  ***

  "... Can you take the cuffs off now? My shoulders are killing me."

  Jen raised her head from where it was pillowed on Alex's chest, and laughed a little. "Sure, okay. Roll over."

  He obliged, feeling boneless and limp as a sack of wet sand. The cuffs clinked quietly as Jen unbuckled them, and Alex let his arms fall to his sides with a sigh of relief.

  "Thanks," he murmured. They seemed to be done with the formal dominance and submission for the evening, to judge by Jen's casual languor, so it seemed safe to let himself relax as well. After a moment, seeing that Alex wasn't inclined to move, Jen scooted over to steal his back for a pillow. She stroked a hand lightly over the fading red marks, kissing his shoulder apologetically when he took in a shaky breath.

  "How is it?" she asked.

  "Getting better. They'll be gone by morning." Alex craned his neck around to give her a hopeful look. "Or even sooner, if I can get something to eat...?"

  Jen laughed, sitting up. "All right, all right. Yeah, you were good. You can have your treat."

  Relaxed and spent though he might have been, the promise of fresh blood was enough to focus Alex's pleasantly sex-fogged mind. He pushed himself up, grinning, and scooted over. Jen swept her hair to the side, favoring him with a fond smile as she offered up her neck. She hardly made a sound as he embraced her lovingly and put his fangs to her throat - just the faintest gasp as he broke the skin, and a soft sigh. She wrapped her arms lazily around his shoulders, settling in against him as he drank of her blood.

  Hers was the only human blood he would take. She trusted him with that: not just that he would constrain his feeding habits in that way, but also that he would never take too much. It would be all too easy for him to hurt her, if he wasn't careful - and she trusted him to take that care. Just as he trusted her, when she teased him with the stake or beat him with the whip, never to go too far. She knew that he was safe in his arms - just as he knew that he was safe in hers. No matter what.

  Alex soon finished his meal, licking gently at the wound to encourage it to heal. In a moment, it would be gone. Jen sighed gently, relaxing against him.

  "All done?" she murmured sleepily.

  "All done," he assured her, licking his lips clean before kissing her cheek. "Thank you."

  "Mm."

  "Want me to go get you some water? Something to eat? Iron supplements?"

  She laughed. "Later, baby. Right now I just wanna be here with you... Lie down, will you?"

  Alex smiled and lowered them gently back down to the futon. Jen immediately snuggled closer, letting out a sleepy and contented sigh.

  "I love you," he told her.

  "Yeah," she breathed lightly, nuzzling at his collarbone. "I love you too."

  END :)

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