The Vamp Experience_The Full Experience

by Courtney V. Lane

  He wrapped his hands around my thighs as he moved in long and hard strokes.

  I bucked against the movement of his hips. The pleasure was too much. I wriggled and writhed below him, my body wanting an escape. He caught my hips and brought my body back underneath him to push the full extent of his length inside me.

  “Fuck!” I called out from my trembling mouth.

  He lowered, resting his torso against mine. “I’ve barely started, sweetheart,” he hissed against my lips, and ran his tongue along the crease of my mouth. “Can you handle more?” The thrust of his hips, deep and hard movements while rotating in circles, weakened me.

  My legs shook as they surrounded him. “Yes.” I threw my head back, exposing my neck to him.

  He shoved my legs to open wider. My knees fell to either side of my body, and Calind fucked me even deeper, hitting a soft wall and massaging it with the motion and vibrations echoing throughout my body.

  He slammed into me, eliciting harsh, slapping noises. He grabbed my chin, forcing my head in line with my spine.

  His lips pressed against my ear. “I want you to repeat, verbatim: ‘Calind, this pussy is yours.’”

  It took a minute for his demand to register, and when I understood and could repeat it, he punished me with an even faster and harder pace, pushing me into sensory overload. I screamed it loud enough for an echo to bounce off the walls.

  Calind covered my mouth with his kisses, making me moan inside his open mouth.

  “I’m gonna come,” I whimpered into his mouth.

  “I know.” He tightened his grip on my body, and plunged inside me faster.

  I threw my head back and shuddered hard. My body expelled with a messy chaos, sending me floating on dizziness and aftershocks.

  He flipped me over and adjusted me until my legs dangled over the edge of the bed and my breasts smashed against the mattress.

  The feeling became more intense than before as the friction hit against an elusive internal zone. In tears, I whimpered and cried. My body couldn’t stop shaking against the fits of an orgasm that didn’t want to subside.

  I squirmed underneath him, weeping and cursing at the same time. I couldn’t think beyond trying to remain conscious. My legs soon gave way as my body sank onto the bed.

  He grabbed the crown of my hair and pulled my head upward until my neck arched at an awkward angle. “Say it again.” He punished me with a harsher pace.

  I said what he wanted to hear repeatedly, hoping it was enough to assure him. His hand clasped against my throat, pulling my back against his body. He plunged inside me again, rigid and fast, slamming against me with each shove.

  He cursed, and an explosion kept me at a peak. Slipping his other hand against my groin, he held me. I slid my hands over his, dropping my head in exhaustion.

  No crazy thrall. No clouded brain. Still, there was no other man who could do what he did.

  He pressed his lips against my ear. “He tempted you.”

  “He didn’t,” I promised, weak and trying to shake my head, denying that Emile mattered.

  “You were close. The next time you ever feel the temptation, I want you to remember what you said in your throes of ecstasy. Know that this—” his hand cupped my pussy, “belongs to me.” He took a dramatic pause. “If you ever betray me and give someone else what is mine, there would be no coming back from it.” His lips raked the nape of my neck, making me quiver. “I would punish you until there was nothing left of you.”

  Nobody else existed inside our world but him and me. I needed and wanted nothing else—well, besides the one thing I couldn’t have: time.

  I felt sorry for myself and my predicament. Calind plucked me out of the dark place when he leaned in my ear and whispered, “I’m not done wrecking your body yet.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  WAKING AT THE touch of Calind’s hand on the small of my back, I smiled and mashed my face into my pillow. His fingertips crawled up my back as he leaned forward, placing a kiss on my spine that made me shiver.

  I rolled over, my grin deepening. “Good morning.”

  “Afternoon,” he corrected me, kissing me with a gentle tease of his tongue.

  I sat upright, wrapping my arms and legs around him. His hands slipped around to lift and cradle my ass.

  When he separated from our kiss, I fully awakened. “Wait. Afternoon?” I clutched his wrist, observing the time on his watch. It was four o’clock, a day after our tryst. Realizing I’d slept through a whole day, I gasped and panicked. “Did I—”

  He shook his head. “A hot bath is waiting.”

  I nodded, finding it hard to tear away from his lips.

  He grinned inside my kiss. “Someone’s a happy woman.”

  “As long as you keep spoiling me like this.” I slipped out from underneath him and started for the bathroom.

  A warm bubble bath topped with rose petals filled the marble tub.

  Before I could enjoy the inviting water, a sudden series of sharp pains at the base of my skull attacked my senses. Weeping, I fell to my knees. I crawled to the bathroom door, locking it. I didn’t want him to see…

  Back in the bed and feeling drugged and clean, I tried to regain control of my faculties again.

  The bathroom door hinges and the door were missing.

  I closed my eyes, waiting until the light above me no longer stabbed my skull.

  After I came back around, I finished what Calind didn’t. I refreshed my curls with a good finger comb and a custom moisture blend. After piling my hair into a high bun, I threw on a pair of high-waisted, navy, sailor shorts and a flowy red and white striped, spaghetti strapped drape top, and my nude stilettos.

  In the dining room, my place was set with homemade waffles doused in strawberry preserves, pink grapefruit, and bacon waiting for my arrival. Black curtains blocked out a view of the tinted windows. A chandelier over the brand new dining table offered very little light.

  From across the table, Calind had his we need to talk expression firmly in place. I should’ve known my perfect day was at an end when I had a seizure.

  “Anything you want to share, Calind?” I crossed my legs underneath the table, but then thought better of it.

  “It’s time to speak about what you’ve avoided.”

  “I’m okay,” I tried to assure him. “Honest.”

  He shook his head, his expression grim. “I’m considering your sickness more than I can…” He paused for a moment, dropping my eye contact. “On my concerns, I had my private doctor administer a medical exam.”

  “You had me looked over? I don’t remember that happening.” I was losing track of time too much lately. Not a good thing. “You can’t stop me from dying. Wasn’t this about making the time I had left enjoyable?” Pain darkened my words.

  “Circumstances have changed.”

  I dropped my fork, my appetite no longer present. I placed my hands on my lap and fiddled with the gold buttons on my shorts. I hoped if I didn’t let him see the look I was sure was in my eyes, he wouldn’t know what was stirring inside my reaction. “I can’t sulk about it all the damn time and ruin whatever little time I have left.” I let my curiosity get the best of me. “Did your doctor give an estimate on how much time I have?”

  “He was vague. Even with the injections, you have a month. Maybe two.”

  “But you said...” I couldn’t finish. The emotion could no longer stay hidden. I covered my face with both of my hands and wept.

  Calind was at my side, pulling me to stand, and wrapped me in his arms.

  “I-I wasn’t expecting it to be so soon. It went by too fucking fast.” If only this was real and I could have eternal life, would I want it?

  “There are options that can extend your life.”

  “W-what?” I shook my head, annoyed over the fact that I was getting used to him reading my mind.

  Calind’s eyes flickered with a blatant silent statement.

  Removing myself from his hold, I stomped my foot
and threw my arms across my chest. “Un-fucking-believable. What? Are you going to turn me into a vampire?” I looked to Calind for a glint of confirmation or denial. I threw a Hail Mary pass, only to have him look at the ball as it fell to the ground. “This isn’t real, Calind. As much as I want it to be. It’s smoke, mirrors, and makeup. Please don’t fuck with me and get my hopes up. It isn’t right.”

  “All that you’ve seen, and you’re still in denial? Do I have to turn you to make you believe?”

  I rubbed my temples with my jittery hands to calm myself. “Can we talk about something else?”

  “We can go into the details of what Emile wants from you.”

  I sunk back into the chair and folded my arms. Emile told me too much of nothing in the car. “You can read my mind, right? Read your answer.”

  “Answer me, because I fucking asked you. Is that clear enough for you?”

  I shrugged. “It would be pointless.”

  “I can’t read everything. Someone is blocking pieces of your mind.”

  It didn’t matter what Calind claimed he could see of my thoughts. He couldn’t prevent what would happen. If he could, he would have helped my father, in theory. “Could you have prevented what happened to my father?”

  “It was too late for him.”

  “What does that mean? How was it too late?”

  He remained silent.

  I tried to end the discussion by leaving.

  He grabbed my hands, pulling me back to him. “What are you lacking that I am not providing for you?”

  “Nothing. You gave me everything I wanted in my erotic fantasy and more. Honesty, I did everything I wanted to do.”

  “And the reason you constantly show interest in Jake?”

  “Are you spying on me?”

  He furrowed his brow, pressing for an answer.

  “Let’s talk about Switch and the woman you sent to spy on me, seduce me, and bring me back home like a good little bitch.”

  “I have associates at Switch, not spies.”

  “Right. You probably own that place, too, don’t you?”

  “I do.”

  “Since they are your employees, can you tell me what happened to Kay?” I asked.

  “She moved on. Answer my fucking question.”

  “What am I planning with the guy who looks like he got hit with a spiked bat?” My question was rhetorical in reference to Jake. “Absolutely nothing.”

  He held up his left hand, showing off his platinum wedding band. “I’m not hiding anything from anyone, and I’m not seeking the company of anyone else. You’re enough for me. What are you doing to affirm my trust in you?”

  “Screaming ‘this pussy is yours’ at the top of my lungs didn’t do it for you?”

  He tried to stifle a smile, but those telltale dimples gave him away. “I know what’s at the heart of you making excuses for Emile. You don’t trust me, and it speaks volumes about how you feel. As does—” he glanced at my naked left hand.

  Shocked that he’d question my loyalty, I couldn’t remain in the room. I headed out to have a cigarette on the patio.

  Calind was in the doorway, blocking me. The pack of cigarettes I thought I had in my hand were dangling in his, held above my reach. He’d also put on his shades in that short time. I searched behind me, expecting to see a prop to explain how he moved so fast.

  I took a silent minute to find the brass lips between my legs again. “What do you want? Proof I belong to you? I’m in very deep with you. I married you. Well, not in that order, but does it matter? I am now. I have nothing else to prove.”

  He faltered. I think it was the ‘I’m in deep with you’ bit that got to him the most. It was the first time I had expressed my feelings to him.

  “What happened to the man who used to play the game with me?”

  “You want to frequent gentlemen’s clubs, have wild threesomes, and experience sexual torture daily?”

  “I want you like you were before you realized I don’t have much time left.”

  “Suppose I should cancel the tickets to a private screening of your favorite movie and take you to Switch instead? Maybe look up Kay, since you’re concerned.”

  “Wait, did you say a private screening? Of… The Piano Teacher?” My excitement bubbled over, seeping into every word.

  He gave me a boyish grin, signaling he was up to no good. “Give to receive.” He eyed my lips and pressed his thumb against them, making them part.

  “Or else?”

  “I’ll force it out of you, and we might miss the showing.”

  Wearing a wide grin, I placed my palms on his chest. “Hello, Calind. Nice to see you again.” I pushed away from him and went back inside the house, marching straight toward the bedroom.

  I shifted the mirror and punched a code into the security safe holding a black box with my eight-carat wedding ring.

  Upon opening it, I expected one thing and received another. “Oh my fucking God!”

  Calind stood in the doorway of the bedroom, without his shades. “I had an inkling you would pull this stunt as your white flag. I thought this time it should be blinding.”

  “Sixteen carats is pretty fucking blinding.”

  “Eighteen.”

  I’d never seen a clearer diamond in my life. It had to rated an F in color quality.

  “D.” He walked toward me and slid the ring on the fourth finger of my left hand—it was a perfect fit.

  “And this time, it never comes off.” Stuck in awe, I stared at the brilliant center stone surrounded by smaller diamonds.

  “It better not.”

  I finally came back to the planet Earth. “I don’t need to say it to validate it. I made a vow to never leave you, and to trust you. Vow kept, correct?”

  The crease in his brow showed he might’ve known I’d fuck up again. “We leave in an hour and a half.”

  CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

  MY BLACK COTTON shift dress with a deep V-neck required invisible underwear. I went without panties to avoid the hassle. My eyes were smoky, my lips were neutral, and my hair had a deep side part with my curls defined.

  As I stepped out of the hall, Calind stunned me into stillness. He stood in the doorframe of the patio, chatting with someone on his phone, looking perfect in his casual black pants and button-up.

  Upon sight of me, he ended his phone call and approached. He kissed the back of my hand, eyeballing me from head-to-toe. “Stunning.” His expression changed at the sight of my choice of trainers instead of heels.

  “What? It’s a movie theater.”

  “Wear heels.”

  I thumbed his lips with want. “Make me.”

  “I would like to be on time,” he warned with a raised brow.

  “Forgetting about the sneakers versus stilettos situation. Did you think you could walk out that door, looking like that, without me making you late?” With a grin, I unfastened his pants and pulled out his cock while sliding to my knees. I slipped his half-erect cock into my mouth.

  He released a gasp of pleasure and clasped the opposite wall. When I took him halfway down my throat, his forehead touched the drywall.

  I sucked on his erection, enjoying every inch swelling inside my mouth. I joined my hands at the base and kissed the head, flicking my tongue on the softest part. My hands worked to slather him in saliva as I sucked on the head a little more.

  Calind slipped a hand into my hair to grab the back of my head as he gasped my name. The pleasure building within him seeped inside me, creating a constant ping pong match between us. He clenched my hair and growled his pleasure as he tensed.

  I grabbed his rock hard ass and worked my mouth up and down the shaft, coercing him to come.

  After another sweet grunt of my name, he left a deposit inside my mouth.

  Before I swallowed, he grabbed my hands, pulling me to stand, and tongued my mouth.

  I melted, burning with a fever for him.

  He tore away from my kiss as his hand slipped up the split
in the back of my dress. When his fingers reached around my ass and touched my bare pussy, he clucked his tongue and grinned.

  Kneeling on the floor, he pulled the bottom of my dress upward, bunching it at my waist. His mouth was only inches from my pussy. He blew out a stream of air at my clit, and I shuddered in response. He teased me again, raking his tongue between the lips of my pussy and ended the torture with a kiss on my nerve center.

  Weakened, I slipped back against the wall. “Calind,” I begged.

  A taunting grin stretched his lips. “Not yet, sweetheart. Let’s not fuck up my plans with your impatience.” He stood, shoving me toward the bedroom to replace my shoes.

  A CLOSED FOR a Private Party sign was affixed to the window of the multiplex. An attendant greeted us like honored guests and offered us beverages and snacks from the counter.

  Calind declined and ushered me through the hall into our theater.

  We sat in a split row right beside the wide walkway, giving us room to stretch our feet. I glanced around, expecting to have the entire movie theater to myself, but I found someone behind me. The person occupying the seat was Emile.

  I quickly became cognizant of the point behind the outing. Calind didn’t flinch under my oppressive stare.

  As the movie began, I wiggled in my seat, fuming. He claims he was done with the games, and then he does this?

  Calind squeezed my hand, shaking his head while wearing an irritating grin.

  I snatched my hand from Calind’s hold and tried to leave. On the other side of the aisle, Emile stood in the way of my exit path. “Regan?”

  “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, my tone bitter.

  “Someone invited me. I didn’t know he’d be here. Shit, I didn’t know you’d be here.”

  The sudden pressure and heat signaled Calind’s presence behind me. I turned to Calind, impeding his path to Emile.

  Calind spun me, pressing my back against his chest. He slipped his hand across my torso, restricting motion. “Before you leave, Emile,” Calind addressed him with acid coating his words, “there’s something we need to address.”