“I’m going to bite you again.”
“Please, please don’t,” I said, my plea little more than a breath of air.
“You don’t mean that,” he said, the skin around his eyes crinkled with bemused entertainment. And as much as I hated to think it to myself, I didn’t. I wanted this to last, no matter the cost. This man was too powerful, too perfect. He had me and we both knew it, even if I couldn’t admit it aloud.
After all, I could have kicked or fought. I could have forced him to chain me back to the wall. He bound me to the bed with nothing more than my own yearning for this to happen.
Raymond moved down the length of my body. He moved with a snake’s grace, every movement fluid and precise at the same time. He curled up around my knees, then straightened his back to gaze down at me again. I swallowed, frightened as he barred his fangs. The sight of those white tips held me transfixed. He had already fed once. He would do it again.
He lowered himself back down, only this time he nudged my legs farther apart to give him access to my inner thighs. He found my femoral artery and punctured it twice. His fangs came down and pierced two small, neat punctures in my skin. I arched my back and fell back into the gentle sheets’ embrace. As my blood flowed, he licked and drank. I could feel the heat pass from my body and into his mouth. I wanted it to repulse me. I wanted to feel disgusted or at least disturbed.
No, I savored every second of this. I arched my back and spread my legs apart even more to give him the best access possible.
But he didn’t stop there.
Raymond finished feeding. He moved forward to my slit and his tongue darted out. For an instant, my brain didn’t know how to process that. It was as if, on some level, I didn’t believe he would offer me that sort of ecstasy.
My nerve endings made it clear he would and he did.
His tongue explored me. He licked me and teased me, kissing me in my most vulnerable spot. I closed my eyes, bit down on my lower lip, and enjoyed every delicious pulsation and movement. It seemed like I might burst into flames. The heat and roiling desires overcame me, rushing down and through me.
The first orgasm made me scrunch my eyes shut as I gasped. The second made me cry out and moan. The third forced a scream from my already frenzied lungs. On and on it went until he pulled back and grinned up at me.
In that position, he should have appeared submissive or weak. Instead, he looked like a jolly trickster or maybe a little boy who knew he just got away with something important. Either way, I couldn’t quite think straight.
He moved back and got down beside me. I expected some taunt or mockery about how weak I had been. I kept thinking those same admonishments. Someone else would have been stronger than me. Instead, he made me enjoy him. This vampire embraced me, and I accepted each delight as though he were sex incarnate. Even then, he hadn’t actually penetrated me. I swallowed at the thought, my body too exhausted to anticipate how that might feel.
Raymond wrapped his arms around me. He petted my bare back and rubbed the nape of my neck. Each movement of his fingertips was soft and gentle. After so many exertions and burning so much energy, I felt myself relax. Every warrior’s instinct I possessed faded away into nothing.
“What are you going to do?” I asked, blinking quickly just to remain awake.
His lips curved back up into his signature smirk. Raymond moved closer and nuzzled me with the tip of his nose. It was such a gentle, almost intimidate gesture. I didn’t know how to respond, especially when he told me, “I’m going to hold you and keep you safe until you fall asleep.”
I fell asleep.
It happened within seconds. Of course, I didn’t believe him. He was supposed to kill me or mock my vulnerability. And yet, as the seconds ticked past, he only stroked my back, circling his fingers and knuckles from the small of my back up to the name of my neck. Each soft swipe left relaxed tingles simmering in my skin.
As my pulse steadied and my body settled down, I fell into a strange half-sleep. Then I curled up against the vampire who had kidnapped me. I didn’t understand his plan, and right then I couldn’t care. All of my discipline and determination had been taken away. He had pleasured me in ways I didn’t think possible. I had never orgasmed like that before.
Surrender came easily.
I slept deeply.
And when I woke up, my eyelids snapped open.
I thought I would be alone or maybe in some dungeon. Perhaps there would be a monstrous vampire standing over me, fangs bared, soaked in blood and ready to rip me apart. None of that happened.
Instead, I found myself wrapped in sheets with Raymond's arms around me. I didn't try to set up, but he must've felt me shift. "You're awake," he told me.
"Did you think I might not?"
The vampire chuckled and started to pet me again. He worked his palms and fingertips along my shoulders and over to the back of my neck. For an instant there, I might have berated myself for my weakness. After all, I was supposed to hate him and everyone like him. He was both the creature of death and destruction, only he petted me and made me feel really good.
"I did feed nearly enough to cause you any kind of harm. Sure, you got sleepy for a little while, but that was about it." He sat up and shifted around to look down at me, "Are you hungry?"
I haven't been, yet when I thought about it, I realized I was ravenous. It felt as though I hadn't eaten in a very long time. Of course not I thought, the vampire just to drained a significant portion of my strength. Of course I’d be hungry.
The idea of asking him for food twisted my stomach. I had no intention of being beholden to this man. Fortunately for me, he didn't intend to play that game. He told me to set up as he leaned over and grabbed a basket from the end table. He must've put it together while I been asleep. The fact that he'd been able to move around without disturbing me wasn't a surprise, especially thought about his preternatural speed and dexterity.
Surprisingly, the basket was filled with a variety of cut fruit. Cantaloupe, watermelon, and a few chocolate covered strawberries were neatly spaced in the basket. It looked almost romantic, like something a couple might buy to celebrate an anniversary.
"What, no roses?" I teased, happy to have something to throne his face for once. As much as I might have tried to suppress them, the memories of how he manipulated me and seduced me were bright behind my eyes.
He chuckled again. Somehow he didn't sound particularly hurt or intimidated. "You're very cute. And yes, this wouldn’t be my first choice, so let's just say this is the most convenient thing I could get my hands on. After all I didn't want to leave you alone for very long." Now it's his turn to tease me because he just slipped that I could have escaped.
If only I'd woken up or been smart enough to stay awake and feign sleep, then I could've been running back to my circle. I could've called in every caster and we could've come storming in to the vampire's den.
Raymond smiled at me with his trademark condescension, "Don’t worry. You were very cute as you slept. And I'm not going to do anything as silly as make you beg for food. But I will be feeding you." He made that last part sounds so mundane, as though I would be irrational and silly to argue. "Set up. Keep your hands at your sides. Break these two very simple rules and I might need to spank you." I gritted my teeth at the thought.
Reluctantly, I did what he wanted. I sat up and kept my hands in my lap. Okay, so maybe that wasn't exactly what he ordered, but it was about as much rebellion as I could offer up.
"Close your eyes."
I chewed my lower lip for a moment, uncertain about whether or not I should speak. Ultimately, I went ahead with, “You’re going to make me like this, aren’t you?”
"Absolutely," he said without practiced, wry amusement.
A hiss of aggravation passed between my lips, but again I did as he asked. I closed my eyes and waited with my lips parted. Deep down, I try to console myself with thoughts of escape. I had to keep my strength up. If I refuse to eat because of pride
or vanity, my chances of getting away from this vampire's embrace went down exponentially.
Being a bastard, Raymond must've felt compelled to start with strawberries. He didn't just feed me though. With those cool and strong hands of his, he touched the first strawberry’s tip to that spot just between my breasts. Then he split it up the length of my throat, letting the trail of cool, clean condensation trickle up my skin. When he got to my mouth, he split it around my mouth. With my eyes closed, I longed to simply bite for the piece of fruit, but something about this man and what he'd already done to me precluded that possibility.
Finally, Raymond pressed the strawberry against my mouth ever so lightly. Somehow, I felt nervous about this all of a sudden. But it wasn't fear of the creature before me. Instead this trepidation felt like the nervousness that came from being with the lover and worrying about doing something wrong.
Stupid. That was stupid. I shouldn't have been thinking about what he thought of me. Tightening my resolve, I tried to think about how my fellow spell casters would complete the ritual tonight and how this vampire would have to flee or die.
I bit down into the strawberry. My teeth into it in the flood of fresh juice rushed down along my tongue. It tasted sweet and tangy and dangerous all the same time. I chewed and swallowed and felt some of my strength returned.
For the next few minutes, Raymond continued to feed me. More than once, he teased me with those pieces of fruit. It went on until I regain my strength, the skin around his eyes crinkled, and he asked in a perilously low note, “Are you ready to have me inside of you?”
For a little while there, I have actually felt fairly composed despite having my eyes shut and the order to keep my hands to myself. I was still naked and completely at this man's mercy, yet it somehow started to feel normal. Then he asked that question.
I didn't open my eyes, but my whole body responded nonetheless. My breathing caught in my throat and my heart must've jumped three beats. More humiliating, I felt the pulse of desire between my legs. My nipples hardened and goosebumps ran up the length of my arms. Distantly, I have to imagined sparkles of desire fizzing along every one of my nerve endings.
"Why are you doing this?"
"You're very beautiful," he told me with perfect sincerity. Of course, I didn't believe him. There had to be another reason, only this time he didn't make me wait. "And I need to complete spell tonight."
I realized what he meant. "What time is it?" I demanded.
"I'm pretty sure you can guess," Raymond told me, making it sound obvious.
My circle intended to complete the ritual tonight. A burst of magic channeled properly could corrupt the air for every vampire within fifty miles. But this spell required tremendous amount of energy and had to be cast at the right moment.
"I may not have an impressive circle of which is to call upon, but I don't need that money. All I require," he said with a caress from my temple down to my collarbone, "is one beautiful caster." His touch made me feel electrified even as I started to piece together exactly what he intended.
Sex magic. The empires were seldom known for their spell casting abilities. Why bother when they were so strong and powerful already? But a few of them dabbled, and Raymond must've been one of them because he understood the power of raw eroticism. My allies would conjure incredible powers tonight by working together. Raymond would counter their attack with just a little bit of help. He would amplify the powers of my soul through the lens of my own sexuality.
I wanted to respond, to insist that I would make sure he failed. Yet before I could other a single syllable, his mouth locked down onto mine. He started kissing me with a new kind of frenzied intensity.
An outside observer might have assumed I couldn’t just fall back into his passionate embrace. After all, I had slept and eaten. But no, he made it happen. Desire and arousal rushed back through me. It felt like a deluge. A flood of yearning filled me. I tried to hold it back, and I failed completely.
Despite every one of my best intentions, I molded my body against his. I let out those little moans and groans he enjoyed so much. I could feel his desire. He was so big and so hard. It amplified my hunger for this to happen.
Every shred of my rational self fell away. I became a creature of sensation, desire, and longing. I couldn’t care about the conflict between my people and his. I couldn’t even worry about the fact that he was technically using me right then. He wanted me, and I wanted him. Nothing else had to be important.
Raymond pinned me again, his palms over mine, our fingers intertwined. He held me down and broke away from my mouth. I suppressed an animalistic whimper because I didn’t want to give up the soft strength of his lips on mine. But then his eyes sparkled with passionate desire, and I moved lower. He licked at my nipples again, and this time, I couldn’t stop it.
My back arched and I bucked my hips against his. He didn’t mind though. If anything, he must have been entertained by the feisty girl beneath him. Perhaps he even imagined himself as the cowboy eager to tame the wild beast.
Somehow, the vampire turned me into the animal. And it was true. I couldn’t think beyond what I felt. I didn’t want to.
His tongue moved around my right nipple, then my left. He seemed to work so fast and yet with delicious deliberation. Raymond could read my body like no one else. He could tell when to start and went to stop and when to make me whimper.
Each time, he glanced back at my face. I found affection in his gaze. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. This may have started as a countermove in some elaborate game between supernatural powers, but it had evolved into something else. Instinct or intuition made it clear to me.
But then it didn’t matter because he leaned up and started to knead my breasts. Despite the coolness of his touch, I savored the impulses running through my nervous system. He worked my body like his own personal plaything. He molded me as I wiggled beneath his touch, intensifying every movement.
“Do you want me?”
I nodded quickly, furiously.
“Good,” he said and started to strip off his clothing. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside to reveal his pectorals. He was muscled perfectly. He didn’t look huge like some overworked bodybuilder. Instead, he was toned and fit exactly right. He didn’t look like someone who worshiped his musculature. Instead, his body served him, just as mine did.
Raymond sat up and unbuttoned his dress pants. He threw those aside as well, followed by his underwear and socks. As he kneeled above me, I chewed on my lower lip again, but this time it wasn’t from nervousness or dread. No, I just wanted this man. My gaze slid down to his erect member, and I already felt so wet and open and ready for him.
“I’m going to tease you first. I want you nice and desperate.”
Thinking hard, I found some words, “I’m already desperate.”
It didn’t matter. He had me, and I had to submit to him. “Not enough,” he said, and I couldn’t be certain if the spell required this or if he simply savored the way I squirmed. He had total power over me. It intoxicated and aroused him like nothing else.
Raymond crawled back and leaned down. He nuzzled my stomach and kissed my hips. He ran his chilled lips along my skin until he moved back down to my inner thighs. I whimpered again. It could have been begging on my part, but I had no way of knowing for sure.
His tongue slipped deep inside of me. He teased me, flicking his tongue about from side to side. He was so confident and playful. Another guy might have been nervous, especially since Raymond really couldn’t know me or what I liked. If anything, the vampire seemed to savor my helpless joy. I could fight and struggle all I wished, but he would still have his way with me.
He found my clit and teased it, running his tip along the curves of my nub. My lungs locked up, and my eyes fixed on some distant point. I couldn’t move as the pleasure started to cascade to that breaking point. I inhaled again only to stop again. I couldn’t exhale, not as the orgasm started to flutter through me.
Shudders of delight wracked my body. He nuzzled me again, teasing me. It was such an intimate gesture, yet it didn’t change those two facts of my existence. He had me. He could torture and reward me in equal measure using my pleasure centers against me. Why bother with metallic shackles when my own sensitivity worked against me? Joy and sexual satisifcation held me just as powerless as any bondage.
He clambered back up and gazed down at me. Without thinking, I spread my legs farther apart. “Missonary,” he said, “I like it.” He obviously enjoyed the irony as he lowered himself down and slipped between my lips. I felt him fill me up, and my eyes clutched shut once again as I tried to breathe through this new sensation.
For once, he showed a tiny bit of compassion and allowed me the moments necessary to assimilate the sensations. “Thank me,” he ordered, his features bright with power.
I opened my mouth, ready to defy him until I remembered that he could stop. Worse, he could continue to tease me. He play with me and make me squirm, whether he used his tongue or fingers or anything else. He could play with my buttons until I begged. To avoid all that, I yielded once more.
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You’re learning,” he said and started to move.
I didn’t get the chance to regret my decision or the ease with which he tamed me. He pressed down, shifting more of his weight to his hips. His cock worked deeper down into me, and I puffed with the onslaught of feeling. Warmth and coolness battled throughout my core as Raymond slid back.
He kept his eyes on me as he started to speed up. I worked my body in tandem with his, enjoying the rhythm we had stumbled upon without speaking another word. He sped up a little more and so did I. We bucked our hips as the orgasms swirled through me, ready to explode again.
Before long, my heart raged in my chest, and I gave up on any kind of normal respiration. My skin damped with persperation, not that Raymond noticed. If he did, he liked it because his expression turned ferocious as his nostrils flared. He could smell me and my excitement.
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