The Vamp Experience_The Full Experience

by Courtney V. Lane

  The woman held onto a diamond lead. Crawling on the floor behind her was a man, naked and wearing a gimp mask. She jerked the chain and directed him to crawl on top of the table. Guided by two of the men, the woman in latex stood on top.

  It was then I noticed her pet had a tail, by way of a butt plug stuck in his ass.

  She ran her hands along her cat-o’-nine-tails and whipped it in the air, making a waffling sound. She brought her arm downward, inflicting angry little slashes on the man’s ass. He jerked and appeared to struggle with keeping the butt plug inside of him. Everyone in attendance watched, riveted, and sipped their wine.

  I couldn’t eat, much less drink and watch the “show.”

  Disobeying Calind’s warnings, I left the table and roamed around a corridor at the back of the house. The only open room was at the end of the hall. I walked inside for privacy and immediately regretted it. The room contained only a fucking machine and a table cut into the shape of the letter “X.”

  “You wanted to experience pain, yet you’re unable to handle watching someone who endures it.”

  I turned around, prepared to say something slick to Calind.

  “Don’t,” he warned.

  The words manifested into a physical hand over my mouth, and I couldn’t speak.

  He glanced at the table. “I had other plans. Given your constant need to fuck with me, this evening’s events have changed.” Taking my hand, he led me to the table. I was a stone statue, allowing him to disrobe me. He picked me up with no effort and laid me on the oddly shaped table.

  My hands extended up and out. Soft restraints slipped over my wrists and reached my elbows, binding my arms to the table. A metal-like fastener was attached to my ankles, keeping me still with my legs spread. Calind’s hands slid up my naked skin, eliciting shudders. A binding collar secured my neck, restricting most head movements.

  The table moved, slanting perpendicular to the floor until I was upside down. The heavy scraping on the floor added to my nervous state.

  I startled when a soft cylinder tickled the lips of my pussy. I assumed it was a part of the fucking machine and braced for what was next.

  Calind slanted forward, coming into view. “Every time I make you come you’re to repeat: ‘I’m grateful for orgasm number one.’” A smile that made me quake spread across his thick lips, deepening his dimples. “Don’t lose count.”

  The people from the table filed into the room, ready to watch the next show.

  The machine started up, plunging the wet and soft dildo into me, slowly at first. Blood rushed to my brain, creating a dizzying yet hyperaware sensation.

  Calind’s footsteps taunted me as he receded into a dark corner.

  The pace of the machine increased.

  “Ah!” I cried out with tears in my eyes as my body reacted.

  “What are you supposed to say, Regan?” Calind asked.

  “I’m grateful for orgasm number one, Mr. Glace.” My words came out strangled and soft.

  The machine worked hard to plunge deep into my pussy at a pace unlike any I’d ever felt.

  “Oh, shit.” My body shook in the restraints and the fuzziness clouding my brain worsened. “Thank you for orgasm number two, Mr. Glace.”

  “Do you think you’ve had enough?” Calind’s voice was so quiet I struggled to hear him above the noisy machine sending me to another world.

  “No, Mr. Glace,” I choked, my sinuses went haywire and my throat became compressed.

  “Think you can handle more?”

  “Y-yes, sir,” I swore to him.

  Calind stepped out of the shadows and swept the tears from the sides of my face before they migrated to my hairline. “Taste her,” he said to the crowd behind him.

  What the actual fuck?

  Three people ascended on me, touching my flesh. The burning pinch of what felt like teeth sank into my skin, overwhelming me with the sensation of being fucked and pierced with opiates.

  Falling in and out of a semi-conscious state, I was on orgasm number nine, screaming out my gratitude, obeying Calind by being his dutiful little bitch. It quickly became too much for my weak system, and I blacked out.

  An abrupt slap on my cheek startled me awake. Everything stilled, and I was upright and had to endure the gross experience of my sinuses rebelling from being held upside down.

  The people in the room were no longer present. Odd-shaped heaps of black ash were scattered around me. The noise I expected from the dinner party guests in dining room had gone silent.

  Calind wiped my face with a soft cloth. “Do you know why I stopped this?”

  “No, Mr. Glace.”

  “Because you passed out…again. You’re not ready for more.”

  “I am. I’m ready for orgasm number ten.” I stared at Calind, defiant.

  “Are you sure?” A brow was raised over his dark eyes, deriding me with a crooked smile.

  I collapsed in my restraints, my eyes watering. “No, Mr. Glace.”

  He removed the straps from my body, allowing me to tumble into his arms.

  “W-what happened to the p-people?” I stuttered.

  He faked having a heart, and his entire face warmed. “Sleep.”

  And like a woman encountering the most hypnotic man she’d ever laid eyes on, who said the word and made it happen, I closed my eyes.

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  IT TOOK TOO much effort to lunge my weak body out of bed. A view from outside Calind’s penthouse in Singapore faced me and went unappreciated.

  Calind caressed my face, pulling my head out of a place I hated.

  The scene of half a dozen people sinking their teeth into me and sucking my blood like they were beings who didn’t exist in my world threatened to dismantle my skepticism. Puncture wounds on my body proved it had happened. They weren’t human bite marks—they were neat pinpricks, similar to the ones on droves of vampire victims in movies and television shows.

  Shoving my mind back into plausibility, I shook my head at Calind and smacked his hand from its new position on the back of my thigh.

  Calind grabbed my waist and pushed me up against the glass window. His face lowered and his lips prepared to tease my mouth. I moved my head to make sure his lips collided with my cheek. He grabbed my chin with a firm grip, forcing a kiss on my lips.

  I bit his lip hard enough to break the skin.

  He smirked and sucked the small spot of blood on his lips. Clasping his hands around my wrists, he tried to kiss me again.

  Despite his hold on me taking my anger to another level, I couldn’t stop myself from returning his kiss. His inviting lips screwed my emotions into submission.

  His hands dug into my head, holding me firm and freezing my eye contact with the sheer will of his gaze. He made me think and experience things that weren’t real.

  He was inside of me, manipulating the spots that drove me wild. Even though his mouth wasn’t anywhere near my pussy or my breasts, I felt his tongue whirling around my clit and his mouth sucking on my nipples.

  His stare intensified. “Come hard for me, sweetheart.”

  It manifested in my mind, fooling me into believing and feeling everything was real. I arched my back and felt a trickle of wet warmth dampen my panties. As the feeling took over my senses, I moaned his name.

  I covered his mouth with my own, pressing my shuddering body against his hard chest. I pushed my lips against his teeth until I felt a tinge, hoping to silence the aftershocks with pain. It failed.

  I had to have been going crazy. How else could someone do that? How could he obtain the impossible, and make me come merely by the power of suggestion?

  The crazy shit Calind had shown me left my heart racing, as though I was watching a good horror movie. I both loved and hated it.

  “Regan…look at me,” he demanded. “Do you want this to end?”

  I remained silent.

  He fitted my chin between his fingers. “What do you want, Regan? Me away from you? An end to us? Speak.”r />
  Again, I was mute.

  “Regan.” The word rumbled across the skin on my face, heating me to a smoldering level.

  “I don’t want us to break up. I can do without…”

  “Okay,” he said as though he were digesting what I didn’t say, and knew what I couldn’t verbalize. “No more games. No more fantasies you don’t want to fulfill. Let’s be who we are from now on.” A seriousness swept across his face.

  “I don’t know if that’s what I want.”

  He searched my eyes as if he hoped to find a different answer.

  There was one thing I wanted more than finding out who—what the hell those people were at the dinner party, what happened to them, or what Calind did when he was away.

  It was a fantasy made to look real. A fantasy to inject excitement into my life. Too many answers detracted from the game. I had to ask myself if I wanted this, or the life I had before Calind. The answer was strong.

  “I don’t want to travel anymore,” I told him. “I want to go back home…together.”

  Without missing a beat, he replied, “A gentleman’s promise.”

  PART TWO

  CHAPTER FOURTEEN

  THE ULTRA-MODERN home with floor-to-ceiling windows, bamboo flooring, and an open floor plan was less than impressive. The broker, sensing the shared lack of amazement between Calind and me, attempted the hard sell. “Price isn’t firm. I’m sure the owner will enter bidding negotiations.”

  The stark, white walls were so bright they made my eyes sting. Innovative appliances and natural light were grossly overused. The only feature of the home I liked was the eternity pool with terracotta tiles. Months ago the house would’ve been my dream home.

  I flipped my sunglasses from the top of my head to settle across my eyes. Calind stood in the dimmest part of the house with shades on while conducting business on his phone.

  It was hard not to drown in my panties while I drank him in. His tailored shirt hugged his shoulders and his sleek, jet-black hair was styled in a neat taper. The bluish tint to his dense tresses glistened against the harsh light. The rich, dark color contrasted nicely against his olive skin tone.

  Annoyed that my ogling went unnoticed, I intervened and ended Calind’s call. “I’m priority number one. Priority number two can wait.”

  “Well,” Calind began, “your opinion?”

  I scanned the third house we’d visited, what could have been our new home only a few miles away from the home I had since sold in Southern California. “I hate this one.”

  Calind walked around the fully furnished living room with a perplexing look tensing his features. “I’m not yet convinced.”

  “It’s pretentious and cookie cutter. Reminds me of…” My father’s home. “Some Hollywood director probably owned this home. The minimalist furniture reeks of someone newly divorced, or an eternally rich fuck boy.”

  Calind’s grin was slow to appear and deepened his sexy dimples.

  Ignoring Calind to rile him up, I fluttered my eyelashes at Mr. Sing, our broker. Mr. Sing’s cheeks flushed in response to my attention.

  Another call came in for Calind, forcing me to grab his phone and turn it off. He caught my wrist on the withdrawal and brought it to his lips. “Feeling neglected?”

  The touch of his soft, rose-hued lips on my skin made me shiver. I glanced at Mr. Sing with hooded eyes. “Increasingly, no.”

  “What’s the bottom line, folks?” the broker asked, impatient.

  “Your assertiveness is exasperating me, Mr. Sing.” Calind’s tone was the one he used when his patience ran short.

  Mr. Sing cast his eyes downward and bowed his head. “I apologize, sir.”

  I turned toward the sliding doors leading to the pool and opened them. The warm summer day made the pool very inviting.

  I stripped away most of my clothes, leaving on only my airy cream camisole and black lace tanga. I dove into the pool, submerging myself in the water until I touched the bottom.

  As I popped up to the surface, my hair hung around my face and back. I smoothed my coils, somewhat relaxed by the water, away from my face.

  Mr. Sing stood near the edge of the pool, watching me with a mix of desire and disbelief fixated on his face.

  As I emerged from the water, the camisole clung to my chest, revealing the curve of my breasts and erect brown nipples.

  Calind shook his head in mock displeasure. “Your wet ass and my Corinthian leather interior would be a match made in hell.”

  “Guess you have to buy the house then, huh?” With a big smile, I sauntered over to him and pressed my body against his. Reaching up, I stroked his tie. “But let’s not pretend your car’s interior hasn’t been assaulted by many fluids. Water should be the least of your worries.”

  Calind’s hand slid down the length of my hair and ended with a tug. “You’re being a very bad girl.” His breath heated my skin.

  I curled my hands, resting them against his chest. Underneath my clenched fists, his pectoral muscles hardened beneath his shirt. “What are you going to do about it?” I teased him.

  He brushed against me, rubbing his stiffening cock against my hip. “I could provide Mr. Sing with a show he would never forget and fuck you.”

  “I think he might pass out,” I whispered, fingering Calind’s lips.

  He bit the tips of my red, coffin-shaped nails. “He’s not you, sweetheart.”

  Goddamn. It made little sense how much this beautiful man turned me on. The tingle between my thighs ached for him to make good on his promise.

  I laid my head on Calind’s chest and glanced at Mr. Sing.

  Privy to our conversation, Mr. Sing choked on his saliva every time he tried to swallow.

  Calind swept my wet curls over my shoulder and leaned in my ear, whispering, “I’m not the only one who wants you.”

  “I know.” I stood on my tiptoes, brushing my lips against his inviting mouth. “So, what’s this about? House-hunting so close to my former home? Are we planting roots, like a real married couple?”

  “You said you were tired of traveling and wanted to come home, didn’t you?” He grabbed a hold of my hair, tugging until he elongated my neck. He placed a gentle kiss on my neck. His mouth grazed against my jawline, moving upward until he found my lips.

  “Shit, Calind,” I moaned.

  He receded from me, giving me room to breathe. Rolling his shoulders, he approached Mr. Sing. “We’ll take it,” he announced. “My associate is waiting outside to complete the transfer of funds. We want to take the house tonight.”

  “Well, Mr. Glace.” Mr. Sing folded his hands across his lap and shook his head. “Given the circumstances, we’ll need a little time.”

  “Meet with my associate. I’m sure you’ll feel inclined to agree to our very sudden arrangement.”

  “Sir.” With a nod, Mr. Sing left the house.

  Calind’s attention settled on me, and I knew those eyes were heavy-lidded beneath his shades. He pulled my hand, bringing me forward. My breasts collided with his chest.

  I spun away before he could encase me in his arms and have his way, or do things that made me forget my name, my age, and the name of the planet.

  “I have other things to do,” I said, walking backward. “I’ll need your keys. Your associate can take you back to the vineyard.”

  I’d met his associate, Cyan, once I stepped off the plane while arriving at LAX, from Singapore. She was waiting on the tarmac in a tiny skirt and half-unbuttoned shirt with a tablet in hand.

  I didn’t want to be that woman, but his assistant was a little too attractive, too willing to please, and too flirtatious with my husband. I refrained from raising a shitstorm when she touched him one time too many, and I did it because insecurity wasn’t cute.

  Calind tossed his keys at me, giving me his car to drive since my car would arrive the next day. “You realize having Cyan as an employee is strategic. I’m taking over the family vineyard while we’re here, and she’s talented at wha
t she does.”

  I pulled on my shades, preventing him from witnessing me roll my eyes.

  On the flipside, I was giddy over hearing a hint about Calind’s life. “Yeah, yeah. Why are you suddenly taking control of the family vineyard? Did someone die? Is it a huge place that needs all hands on deck? How many family members do you have? Here’s an even better question: where are you and your family from?”

  His jaw tensed as his head slanted away from me. “It’s one of the largest vineyards in California, and it’s no longer something my brother can handle.”

  “Brother?” My ears perked up. “Will I meet this brother?” I added in a mumble, “Or any of your family members?”

  “No.”

  Moving away from him I grabbed my clothes to dress. “I don’t understand why you need more work to keep yourself occupied. Your current job, whatever it is, takes up most of your time as it is. What the fuck does it matter? Fuck, what the hell does anything I want besides your cock matter, right?” I struggled to pull up my black skinnies, slipping my stilettos on last as Calind watched me in silence.

  I marched inside the house with Calind following behind me. The windows tinted from clear to black, blocking out the sun. Track lighting illuminated the darkened room with a dim amber hue.

  When I turned around, Calind had removed his sunglasses and was giving me the I’m going to fuck you sore eyes. I’d be lying if I said he wasn’t breaking my determination to find an activity to keep myself busy and make him wonder about me for a change.

  “Oh no.” I shook my head, walking—running backward. “I have things to do.” I made it to his car and sped out of the driveway as though I was a convict making a great escape.

  I was now fully immersed in the world Calind provided for me and the experience I signed up for with my Experience Creator. While money wasn’t removed from my bank account, the other things promised by Mr. Paré happened.