Somewhere below her a door opened. The bass line from the latest dance song pulsed out of the club next door. It was silenced by the bang of the door, only to be replaced by giggles and then the undisguised moans of a couple in the alley. The gasps and the rustle of clothing, and then the sounds of their fucking were amplified by her jacked-up hearing. The scent of alcohol and sex invaded her nostrils, even from this distance. Maili flicked her tongue across the tips of her razor-sharp incisors as her hands fell listlessly to her sides.
It would be so easy to let herself slip.
It’s not like anyone would miss her if she did.
It took her several seconds to realize she’d walked away from the wall and was well on her way to the window. The three-story drop wouldn’t harm her in the least, and she’d be in the perfect position to surprise them. She could be on the couple, her teeth embedded in their necks, before they even realized she was there. She knew their blood would taste extra sweet with all the endorphins running through their systems.
Her pussy clenched at the thought.
Maili took another step closer, reached up and yanked at the tight neckline of her T-shirt. The reasons to keep fighting the bloodlust were dissolving along with her resolve. It would taste. So. Good.
She didn’t exactly hear the door to the hotel room open, so much as she sensed another’s presence. The monster rising up inside her dismissed the intruder as irrelevant and forced her to step closer to the window. That was certainly the only reason she was caught off guard and the person was able to knock her to the floor without a struggle.
Maili lay flat on her stomach with her arms bent back. She had no leverage with which to push up her body. Thrashing helplessly, Maili growled and snapped her teeth, trying to catch a piece of her assailant’s leg.
The person holding her jerked Maili’s arms up so high that one of her limbs nearly popped from its socket. “Now that I have your attention, I want to know what the fuck you think you are doing.”
Maili instantly stilled. She knew that voice. It took a hard shake of her head before her mind cleared enough that she recognized her surroundings once more. Below, the scent and sounds of sex were fading. Instead, the spicy musk of perfume and leather took over, jerking her attention to where it needed to be.
Maili licked her lips, tasting her own blood. She managed to find her voice. “Lana?”
The other woman’s hold didn’t let up. “Do you know how much time I’ve wasted trying to find you?”
“Lana I didn’t—”
“Did I give you permission to speak?”
Maili’s entire body tensed. “No.”
“Excuse me?”
There was something else she was supposed to say. Something important. Lana pressed the heel of her boot into Maili’s back and her mind snapped back to reality.
“No, Mistress.”
“Good girl.” Lana flexed her fingers around Maili’s wrist. “What the fuck are you doing here? Answer me.”
“I’m…” The reasons she’d run away from the woman who had been helping her regain a small measure of her humanity seemed weak now with her face pressed into the floor. Lana was the strongest human she’d ever met; more than able to help her gain control and stop the bloodlust from consuming her. “I don’t know. I was scared.”
Lana’s snort accompanied her relaxed grip on Maili’s wrist. “You’re a vampire. What were you scared of?”
Hurting you. “Losing control.”
“You know better. When you’re with me you don’t have to worry about that. I take care of you.”
“But I—”
“No more. No talking.”
Maili snapped her mouth shut. Her lips couldn’t contain her vampire overbite and her teeth cut into the sensitive flesh of her lips.
“Don’t you dare move.” Lana shifted her foot to the floor, but kept Maili’s arms high. “This is the worst place for a scene, but you haven’t left me any other choice. I’m going to have to improvise.”
The metal of the handcuffs was surprisingly warm when Lana snapped the rings around her wrists. They must have been in a pocket, up against Lana’s body. Maili fought the urge to squirm as her pussy grew damp from the unexpected arousal. Even if the bloodlust hadn’t been upon her, just being this close to her domme was enough to make Maili’s body sing. It had been a long time since Lana had let her come, even longer ago than the last time Maili had fed. She would need both tonight if she was going to keep from turning into the very thing she’d feared becoming for over a century.
Maili didn’t fight her mistress as her hands were secured and her boots were pulled from her feet. Lana was an expert at controlling Maili’s needs, almost psychic. She didn’t stop Lana when she rolled her onto her side, giving her access to the fly of her jeans.
“Too much clothing.” Lana jerked the denim over Maili’s hips. “I should add this to the list of transgressions I need to punish you for.”
Maili could almost taste Lana’s disappointment. “I’m sorry. I promise I’ll do better.”
“Of course you will. I’ll see to it.”
Maili shivered as her shirt was ripped from her shoulders. Her nipples stiffened in response to the air-conditioned chill in the room. With her body bound and open to Lana, there was nothing she could do to hide her arousal.
Lana finally pulled away, leaving Maili on the floor.
“Get up and stand with your face to the wall.” Despite the harshness of the words, there was no cruelty in Lana’s tone. Firm directives helped Maili focus on what she needed to do, acting as a buoy against the turmoil rising within her own body.
With her hands secured behind her back, Maili was forced to wiggle to her knees. She was about to lift her head up, when she felt a soft touch at the small of her back.
“On second thought, stay there.”
The sting of Lana’s hand on her ass after that initial gentleness was all the more painful because Maili hadn’t expected it. After the fourth slap, the pain had begun to bleed into the heat of her wet pussy. The taste of blood filled Maili’s mouth. Her fangs had scraped her lips, splitting them and giving her an added rush. She hadn’t realized she’d been moaning until Lana jerked her head up off the floor so she could stare Maili in the eyes.
“You’re so turned on right now I’m surprised you haven’t broken through those cuffs yet.”
“Please.”
Lana dropped to her knees in front of Maili, helping her to a kneeling position. “Please what?”
“I need…” Closing her eyes, Maili was overwhelmed with the scent of Lana’s arousal, the awareness that she’d cut her leg shaving earlier that morning and the blood, while long dried, was still present on her skin.
Stronger than when the couple had been fucking in the alley, Maili’s urge to feed and rut slammed into her hard. “I need you.”
“Baby, I know.” Lana cupped her cheek and placed a gentle kiss on Maili’s forehead. “I’m going to make sure everything is okay. But I need to do this right. What was the one thing you told me you didn’t want to happen when you first came to me?”
Closing her eyes, Maili sucked in a quick breath. “I didn’t want to become a monster.”
“That’s right. You need me to help you focus so that creature living inside you can’t come out to play. And I will, but I need you to do something for me? Do you know what that is?”
“Trust you.”
“Good girl. See, you are so smart and beautiful. You know we’re going to make this better. Together.” Lana bent forward, pausing for a moment, her lips a hair’s breadth away from Maili’s. She licked a drying trail of blood from her mouth. “You went and hurt yourself. That’s not good.”
The flush of shame at having disappointed Lana proved stronger than the bloodlust. Dropping her chin to her chest, Maili muttered a soft, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry. I’m going to get you up and secure you to the desk so I can punish you properly. You’ll make it all up to me by
being a good girl and taking everything I give you. Once that’s done we’ll look after your other needs. Okay?”
“Yes.”
Lana gripped Maili’s chin between her forefinger and thumb, lifting it up. “Pardon?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
The knot of dread in her chest melted slightly as Lana smiled at her. “Good girl. See? You remembered, even though that monster is trying to take you over. You’re better than it is. Now get up.”
Lana released her and moved away. It would have been faster if she’d helped Maili up and over to the wall, but that wasn’t really the point.
Maili’s balance was off and her head spun as she tried to get her foot under her without toppling over. She could use her vampire reflexes, but not without giving in to the lust.
Sweat covered her naked body by the time she struggled to her feet. The burn on her skin from Lana’s slaps had now faded into a dull ache, but it was enough to keep her grounded in the present. Once she’d finally succeeded in standing, Maili looked over to Lana, who was smiling. It was enough.
The short distance across the room proved to be a challenge. Her body shook with unfulfilled needs, making it hard to focus. When she reached the small desk, Maili didn’t wait to be told what to do. This was familiar, safe, the one constant in the three years she’d been coming to Lana.
Keeping her back as straight as possible, Maili leaned over the wood, letting it take her full weight. With her ass on display, she spread her legs wide and waited silently for what was to come.
The sound of Lana moving around the room helped drive Maili’s focus, while increasing her anticipation. This wasn’t their usual room with the normal equipment and safety measures. There’d been times in the past when Lana had pushed Maili hard and her vampire side had taken over. Without the chains and leather bindings, she would have torn out Lana’s throat.
Now, with the bloodlust pumping hard in her veins, Maili feared that Lana’s life was very much in danger.
“I don’t have anything to tie you to the desk. So I want you to stay still, just like that with your legs spread. No matter what happens.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“I mean it, Maili. If I think for even a second you’re not listening to me, I’ll walk out that door and you won’t see me again.”
“No!” She drove her fangs into her bottom lip, hard. The pain helped her focus and the taste of blood gave her strength. “I won’t move.”
Long fingers caressed the back of her head, tangling for a moment in her hair. “Prove it.”
The air whistled for a split second before something landed hard and heavy against her ass. The thin stripe of pain across both buttocks had Maili thinking it was either a ruler or long piece of wood Lana had found god only knew where. She didn’t look back—the instrument being used really wasn’t the point.
If she was going to survive the night, Maili knew she needed to get through the next few minutes.
With unerring precision, Lana landed blow after blow, never quite in the same place twice. The sting of pain quickly dissolved into the burn of desire. Maili’s pussy dripped, and she fought the urge to squirm against the desk, searching for relief. What she couldn’t stop were the moans slipping from her, mixed with surprised gasps and muffled sobs.
“One more, darling. One more and you’ll have paid me back. Then I think you’ve earned yourself a treat.”
“Please.” Though what Maili was begging for she no longer knew.
The final blow landed low across the tops of her thighs, kissing her cunt with a sharp sting. The contact thrust her hard against the desk, forcing a groan from her.
Lana grabbed her by the hips and pulled until Maili fell in a heap on the floor. Looking up, Maili was struck by how beautiful the younger woman was—black hair loose from its ponytail, the long tendrils caressing Lana’s bare arms. Her mistress’s eyes were wide and she was panting. It didn’t matter to Maili if it was from the exertion of the blows Lana had administered or from arousal. The only important thing was that Maili had pleased her mistress.
Lana reached out and carded her fingers through Maili’s hair. “Such a good girl. I promised you a treat, didn’t I?”
“Yes. Please.”
With her free hand, Lana popped open the button of her pants. “You told me once that arousal makes the blood taste sweeter.”
Maili’s eyes locked on to Lana’s hand, watching intently as she pulled open the barrier preventing Maili from getting to the warmth of Lana’s cunt. She licked her lips. “It does. Especially if the person has had a recent orgasm.”
Lana cocked an eyebrow as a small smirk played on her mouth. “Then you better get to work.”
Maili didn’t wait for further permission. With a jerk of her arms she broke free of the handcuffs, the metal chain dangling impotently from her wrists. Maili hardly noticed as she yanked open Lana’s pants, tearing the material in her frantic efforts to get close to her mistress.
“Careful!” Lana slapped the back of her head. “Treat my clothing with respect.”
“Sorry. I’m sorry,” Maili muttered as she continued at a slower pace, pulling the denim down Lana’s long legs. “Sorry.”
The boots Lana normally wore were not present. Thankfully, her sneakers came off easily as Maili pulled the jeans free, leaving the domme bare from the waist down. The smell of Lana’s arousal hit her like a blow. While sex was rarely the end goal between them in their sessions, Maili had always known of Lana’s desire for her. Lana responded enthusiastically to the danger that Maili represented—her domme loved life on the edge.
The chaos in Maili’s head suddenly stopped as she looked up from her position on the floor. Lana stood before her, clad only in a tight black T-shirt, mouth open and eyes lust-blown. Without breaking that visual contact, Lana slowly moved to the desk where Maili had been splayed out only moments earlier, and slid back so her ass rested near the edge. She lifted one foot, opening herself up completely and giving Maili full access to her pussy.
The stretch of her incisors over her bottom lip would have been painful if it wasn’t for the rush of adrenaline coursing through her. Crawling to close the short distance between them, Maili needed every second to ensure she had herself under control. She rose to her knees so her face was in line with Lana’s cunt, but didn’t move in immediately to the one spot she wanted to taste more than anything. Instead, Maili licked a long swipe up along the inside of Lana’s inner thigh. The taste of sweat and the subtle scent of Lana’s pheromones dragged a low growl from her.
“Behave.” Lana let her leg fall to the side, exposing herself even more. “I don’t want so much as a scratch from those teeth of yours. Not until I say.”
“Of course, Mistress.”
Maili slid her hands across the tops of Lana’s thighs, enjoying the contrast of her too-pale skin against Lana’s tan. She didn’t stop until her thumbs brushed the dark curls of her pubic hair, eliciting a shiver from her domme.
“That’s it. Show me you’re better than the monster. You can control your impulses and do what you want, when you want.”
The angle was painful as the edge of the desk cut across the tops of Maili’s breasts, not that it mattered. Leaning in, Maili pressed her nose into the crease between Lana’s bent leg and her body. She ran her tongue over the heated skin, soaking in as much of the warmth as she could. When Lana’s fingers threaded through her hair, the gentle gesture was enough to push Maili farther.
The first taste of Lana’s cunt on her tongue ripped another groan from Maili’s throat. She teased Lana with the tip of her tongue, tracing a line down one side of her pussy, flicking across her wet hole and up the other side. Lana’s grip tightened in her hair when Maili came close to her clit, only to skip over it.
“Bitch,” Lana muttered, stroking her thumb across Maili’s temple. “Don’t tease.”
Even though it wasn’t a direct command, Maili couldn’t deny Lana anything. On her second pass, she stopped
and flicked the tip of her tongue gently across the engorged flesh of Lana’s clit. The tang of Lana’s juices filled Maili’s mouth. The pounding of Lana’s heartbeat increased with every teasing flick against her clit. It drove the blood so fast through her body, Maili could almost hear it surging through her domme’s veins.
Not wanting to tease anymore, Maili latched on to Lana’s clit, sucking it into her mouth. Careful of her fangs, Maili licked and sucked Lana’s pussy, losing herself in the scent and taste of the woman who grounded her.
Lana moaned, bucking her hips as best she could given the angle. “Fuck. So good.”
Reaching up, Maili drove two fingers into Lana’s pussy, twisting and driving them deep, pressing up against her cunt wall. She timed each flick of her tongue with the thrust of her fingers. Maili knew it wouldn’t take long now for Lana to come. She slowed the pace and tilted her head so the blunt edges of her fangs couched either side of Lana’s clit, spreading her pussy lips.
“I can see your ass, Maili. It’s so red from where I slapped you. I bet you’re just as wet as I am right now. Aren’t you?”
Maili moaned, but refused to move away from her prize.
“Finger-fuck yourself, but I don’t want you to come. Not until I tell you to.”
She moved without thinking, letting her free hand fall to tease her own clit before sliding lower. Maili pushed her middle finger deep into her pussy, mirroring the pace of the hand thrusting into Lana.
The bloodlust had passed, leaving a carnal need in its stead. Maili ground her swollen clit into the palm of her hand, knowing it would be a challenge to keep her orgasm at bay for long.
Whether Lana could sense Maili’s struggle, or she simply knew her well enough, the domme didn’t prolong her agony.
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