In a saner state of mind, I could have resisted. I could have thrown up some line of defense, but his touch and his aura made my pulse quicken and my blood simmer. A hundred impulses darted throughout my body, and he seemed to be the source of them all.
Raymond approached again. “Hands behind your back,” he said to me. My chains clinked as I complied. I wove my fingers together at the small of my back and watched him as he inspected me. He glided his knuckles down my cheek to the crook of my neck and down to my breasts.
Before I could even attempt at some thought or effort to keep my body from responding, my nipples stiffened at his attention. He traced one finger in a set of figure-eight patterns around my breasts, then my nipples. I grabbed my chains, and my grip tightened until my skin turned white from the pressure.
“Would you like me to stroke you?”
“I’ll get you for this,” I managed to gasp from my gritted teeth. I didn’t want my body language or skin tone to betray his effect on me, yet I couldn’t help it. “I’ll get you for this!” I uttered right as he pinched my nipples. A burst of pleasurable pain ran through my torso and my knees threatened to buckle.
He leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, hard. He possessed me and took control of me with just his lips. I tried to retreat back, but again the wall made its presence obvious and held me there as Raymond took me. He pushed his body against mine until I couldn’t think or feel anything beyond the taste of his mouth and the feel of his erection pressing against me.
He broke away and placed his hands on my thighs. I gasped and pulled in another long draw of air when he started to move his mouth lower. He kissed my collarbones, teasing me with hints of touch and friction, just enough to make it impossible for me to ignore his progress.
He kissed my clavicles. My breathing turned ragged as he lowered his mouth several more inches. The tip of his nose trailed down until he started to lick at me. His tongue ran a teasing circle around my nipple. I lifted my chin, stared p into the ceiling, and felt my eyelids closed. The sensations heightened as he mouthed me, bringing his lips together and pinching the nipple.
Pulling the chains tight, I struggled to clear my thoughts. C’mon, I kept thinking, I should have been able to do this. I should have been able to regain control of my thoughts, yet they scattered with each flick of his tongue.
Raymond smiled up at me. It was a knowing grin, one designed to communicate nothing so much as his awareness of my dilemma and the futility of my struggles. His expression made it clear: I could struggle all I liked, but he was going to make sure I enjoyed this.
Then he moved to my other breast and started the process all over again. I suppressed a whimper even as pleas started to pummel at me. I could have tried to beg. Maybe if I asked very nicely, he would have stopped. No, that was stupid, and I knew it. I had to negotiate from a position of strength.
But when he pulled back, I groaned like a disappointed kid. I wanted more. My nipples puckered as the cool air washed over my dampened nipples. I tightened my grip on the chains as if that simple act of muscle control could help me reassert dominion over my own body.
“Now you may remove the rest of your clothes.”
“No,” I spat the word.
“Are you sure?” he asked and came closer again. He touched one hand to my cheek while his other fingers moved down between my legs. He lightly stroked the spot just above my slit. My clitoris throbbed for him as he worked me up. The desires swirled through me, and he asked again. “Are you sure?”
Fighting with every fiber of my being, I tried to resist him. At the same time, I could only arrive at one conclusion. He could be preternaturally seductive. It came with every motion and half-touch. I licked my lips and did everything I could say no, but then I nodded quickly, ashamed of how quickly I gave in.
Raymond withdrew back again and held his hands behind his back, obviously mocking the position I had been in only a few seconds before. Trying not to think about it, I reached down for my waistband and started to shimmy out of my clothes. He watched me the whole time, clearly enjoying the show.
Blush curled up along my skin. I couldn’t help it as I kicked off my pants, my socks, then I glanced up with my fingers along the elastic trim of my panties. “Must I?”
Raymond came closer again, only this time he placed his hands over mine and nudged them down. My panties fell away. I stepped out of them and peered up at him as I stood before him, naked.
“You’ve been behaving yourself very well. Can I remove the chains?” he asked.
“Yes,” I whispered back, bowing my head down.
A spark of defiance came to life because this might be my chance. My heart quickened again, beating faster than I thought possible. He touched the manacles around my wrists and spoke a word of magic. The chains released and he grabbed me up. He took me in his arms and kissed me again. I tilted my head back and let him explore my mouth with his.
In that moment, I lost myself to the heat and passion of desire. I felt the moisture and heat build at the apex of my legs. I started to rub myself against him. I did it without thinking. Somewhere deep down, I thought I heard him chuckle, but I couldn’t be sure. Right then, I couldn’t be certain of anything.
He pulled away, took my hand, and started to walk me back to the bed. We took several steps, and with each one, I couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly this was happening. He had kidnapped me. I had to get away. He couldn’t simply take me and turn me like this.
But as we approached the bed and I took in the sight of the plush sheets and soft pillows, I realized this would be my only chance.
I exhaled a word. I kept it low and quiet. This spell wasn’t my most powerful, but it was one that I had known for many years. In fact, it happened to be the first defensive spell I had ever learned. Anything else might have taken too long.
Arcane energy tingled through my body. It helped wake me up and break the spell his presence cast on me.
As the magic spread warmth through my skin, I spun around, jerked my wrist from his grasp, and watched its effect on my captor. His eyes widened as the spell’s energy strengthened around his muscles. The spell simply slowed him down. Any human would have been paralyzed. As a vampire, he had a decent chance of fighting it.
Naked, I darted back, grabbed my clothes and sprinted for the door. My bare feet hit the floor as hard as I could kick, running with everything I had. Frantic thoughts rushed through my head.
If I could get out into the public—preferably with clothes on—then I’d have a chance. Even if I could just get outside, then I might be able to call for help. Most of my circle would be on the other side of town, but it was better than nothing.
I made it five feet, ten. I didn’t glance back.
The vampire’s growl thrummed against my eardrums. I could hear his anger and rage as he battled the spell. Part of me wanted to turn back and try again. Maybe this time I would have enough time to complete a proper attack.
No.
I figured I made my choice. Fight or flight, and I chose to flee. I made it to his loft’s entrance. I grabbed the knob, started to turn, and felt cold arms wrap around my waist.
Raymond hefted me up into the air. I slammed my elbow back into his shoulder, but I might as well have tried beating a statue. Flailing my legs, I kicked out. The balls of my feet connected with the door and I shoved with all of my strength. That threw Raymond off balance for a moment. He stumbled back, righted himself, all while holding me.
Another spell came to mind. I started the incantation, but he reached up and covered my mouth with his hand. I bit down, but he didn’t care. I couldn’t cause enough pain with just my teeth. Between the two of us, only Raymond had genuinely frightening incisors.
I could feel the magic as it broke apart. The arcane energy worked to hold him in place, yet Raymond called upon his innate resistance to magic. Within seconds, he had shrugged off the spell’s effects.
Lifting me as though I weighed nothing, the vampir
e carried me back to the bed. He dropped me into the sheets. They felt like a sea of softness. I scrambled back up and considered launching myself off of the bed. Jumping would've been so easy although I might have looked like a little kid.
Anticipating my move, he shook his head, "You tried once, and you had a chance when I was distrcted. Do you think you’ll do better when you’re holding my complete attention?” He sounded so rational; I wanted to slap him.
My lips pursed into a pout, but I had to acknowledge that he was right. I had had my chance, and I blew it. You're nothing I could do now was hope that another one come around. Throwing everything I had against him and mindlessly fighting what it actually get me anywhere. Except maybe chained to the wall again.
Raymond seemed to sense my hesitation. Or maybe he simply believed that no one would ever disagree with him. He pulled himself onto the bed and smiled down at me. Even kneeling, he was taller than me by several inches. I swallowed again, enticed by his proximity.
"You're lying, aren't you? You want to lull me into a false of security and try again." There was no hostility in his comments. If anything, he sounded amused.
"Did you think I would just give up?" My eyes narrowed with aggression. He hadn't tamed me, nor would he see as far as I was concerned.
Unfortunately for me, Raymond had different plans.
He pounced on me. He threw me to the bed. With his incredible strength, he pinned me with my wrists over my head. I struggled and tried to rip myself free of his grip for several seconds. All the while he watched me. He looks down, enjoying the little show. My breasts rose and fell, and a bright red tinge colored my cheeks and my throat.
"I'm glad I found you," said Raymond with a predator’s grin.
Leaning down, he kissed my cheek lightly. He moved over to the tip of my nose. These gestures were so soft and gentle. Part of me didn't know how to react even as another slice of my psyche savored his attentions. He made me feel small and somehow cherished at the same time.
"What are you going to do with me?"
He lifted himself over me and smiled down at me. Once more, I couldn't help but think of this man as all-powerful. Yes, I could wield a few supernatural forces, yet the ability to his command eclipsed my own. Plus there is simply something in the air he breathed that made me want to submit in ways I could have never imagined.
"Are you worried that I might turn you?"
"Yes," I answered breathlessly, too flustered to lie.
"Tonight, there are several things were going to do without your permission. But right now I promise you I won't turn you unless you ask." He shrugged a different idea, his smile widening, “Or maybe I’ll make you beg. Who knows?”
Raymond sounded so pleased with himself. I longed to wipe that smirk off his face. But before I could come up with some way to do just that, he pinned back down only this time he had no intention of taking a few light kisses.
He touched his mouth to my neck, and it felt as though my whole body lit up. An addictive mixture of pleasure and fear raced through my veins. I couldn't help it. Between the force of his personality, the strength of his body, and the beauty of this form, I was trapped. Trapped by my own instincts and desires.
Parting his lips, he grazed my skin with his teeth.
I shoved my way through the haze of yearning arousal and made my voice work again, “Are you going to feed on me?"
He didn't answer me, not right away. Instead Raymond scratched my neck this teeth once again. A shiver of delicious discomfort ran down my back. He was teasing me, seducing me, and that awareness did absolutely nothing to keep it from happening. He had me he knew it.
"When was the last time you were spanked?"
My eyes narrowed into skeptical splits, "you wouldn't dare."
"Move your arms and test me," he said with a teasing lilt.
I wanted to growl at him but suppressed the impulse, if only because I didn’t want him to know how much I hated the way he could patronize me. He could be a condescending ass when he really wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.
Raymond removed his hands from my wrists. He trailed his fingertips down my forearm, to my biceps, back to my shoulders, and down to my breasts. “You have a very sensitive body, don’t you?”
I didn’t respond.
“I bet it helps you access the natural world and conjure your mystical powers.” He was teasing me again. I set my jaw and refused to answer. I kept my expression blank, a form of rebellion that lasted about ten seconds until I twitched as he stroked the spots around my breasts. Then he ran his fingers up and pinched my nipples. My mouth dried out again as he teased and tortured me with pleasure.
“Are you getting wet yet?” he asked.
I sustained my refusal to answer. He wouldn’t get anything out of me, or so I thought. Raymond kept caressing my skin. His touch was cool and light. He made my whole body quiver with anticipation, especially when he slid one hand down to the spot between my legs. I fought to stay relaxed and loose, but I could feel my muscles start to defy my wishes. They clenched up, eagerly awaiting Raymond’s attention.
He stroked my inner thighs. His skin remained cool and it felt wonderful. No matter how much I wished to deny it, he sent thrills of delight rushing along my skin. He kept at it, teasing me, moving his fingers along my slit. The moisture and heat and desire gathered within me, but he kept teasing me.
“You want me to ask, don’t you?” I finally managed to get out.
“That’s right,” he said, gazing down at me. His eyes practically sparkled with mischief. He could be a powerful monster when he wished. At the same time, he could be a teasing little boy eager to pull at my pigtails. The incongruity might have fascinated me under other circumstances. Right then, I had to focus on maintaining some façade of composure.
He leaned down and kissed me. He teased me, barely touching my mouth at first. But as the sparkles of energized arousal played through my mouth, he tightened his grip on me. He kissed me harder, passionately. He nibbled at my lower lip and explored the tip of my tongue with his own. The heat spread, building to an inferno. It lasted several seconds or minutes. I couldn’t really tell, not when my perception of time dissipated into nothing but the velvet dark behind my eyelids and the refreshed feel of his touch and his body over mine.
Raymond broke back, sat up a bit, and grinned down at me. “Call that a free sample. You’ll have to ask for the next part.” Only then I did I realize that he still had one hand between my legs. He ran little circles with his pinky and thumb, teasing me, making me want him.
Holding out would have satisfied my vanity. And it would have slowed down his plan, whatever that happened to be.
Screw vanity, I thought. “Please, please touch me.”
“Oh, I like it when you beg,” Raymond announced, then slipped his hand up. He traced his fingers along my slit, and I could feel my body open up for him. I barred my teeth as my lips pulled back slightly. I couldn’t help it. He summoned something within me, something primal and unstoppable. It scared me even as the tendrils of yearning coiled within me like a spring ready to leap. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said with that same condescending note.
But he was true to his word and stroked me lightly, teasing me before he dipped his fingertips down into me. I gasped, my shoulders tightened together, and I tried to curl up except his weight and strength kept me in my place. I pushed into me, slipping his fingers down into the moist spot between my thighs. My features scrunched together.
At this point, I simply abanonded all attempts at maintaining some sort of dignified composure. No, that mask evaporated and blew away as my mouth opened and I panted with desire for him. I could feel he wanted me too. His erection pressed against me.
“Do you want to know how it feels to be bitten?” he asked.
“No,” I said.
“Too bad.” He pressed his lips against my neck again, only this time I didn’t try to shove him away. I couldn’t. He kept tea
sing me, exploring me, making me want this. My squirming only increased the friction and motion between us, heightening my responses as well as my reactions.
His fangs bit down into my skin. I felt the puncture. A jolt of pain burned through me, but only for a moment. Somehow, pleasure took over. It felt as though I were being soaked in unadulterated delight. My eyelids started to flutter, my breathing came in shallow puffs, and every patch of my skin must have turned a bright crimson.
Raymond fed on me. Intellectually, I knew this. Despite every sensation, I was completely aware that he was using me, taking my strength to enhance his own. And yet, he kept probing me. He found and massaged my clit with one hand. He kneaded and massaged one of my breasts with his other, all while he sucked the blood from my carotid artery. Drop bit drop, swallow by swallow, he fed on me. Worse, he made me enjoy every second.
When he pulled back, his mouth wasn’t covered in smeared blood. He didn’t look like a monster. If anything, his features came alive. His eyes blazed and his skin nearly bloomed with the heat, passion, and blood now darting through his body.
“Would you like me to feed you?”
“No,” I said.
“I’ll be nice then,” he said. “Don’t move.”
His words held me in place even as his fingers withdrew. I tried not to moan, though I couldn’t quite tell if I succeeded. I couldn’t be sure of how much he took either. It could have been a few drops. It could have been whole quarts. Dizziness swirled around me for a moment, but those feelings might have come from his erotic advances just as easily as blood loss. Damn him. As much as I wanted to hate this vampire, he had me enthralled.
And when he lowered himself down the length of my torso, tracing kisses all along the way, I couldn’t help but stay in place, paralyzed by the mixture of dread and desire. He kissed my areolas, my sternum, my belly button, all the way down to my pubis.
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