Her Vampire Temptation (Midnight Doms Book 8)

by Alexis Alvarez

  “You know you have to earn your pleasure,” I whisper. I wind my hand up under her shirt and squeeze her nipple through her lacy bra.

  “Ow.” She sucks in a breath. “Alain.” Her voice is lower, already tinged with desire.

  “I think you mean, Yes, Master,” I correct her, squeezing harder. Pinch a bit longer before I let go.

  She wiggles on my lap and moans.

  “Because how can I properly punish your nipples if they’re not bare?” I squeeze the other one for good measure.

  “Why am I being punished?” She makes a face.

  “Simply to remind you who’s in charge.” I slap her inner thigh lightly. “Since you’re going to accept me as your true master.”

  “Then is it truly a punishment?” She pushes her body closer.

  “Perhaps it’s more of a training session, then,” I say. “Teach you discipline. But there will be punishments, too, when you disobey.”

  “Mmm…” she moans.

  I can smell her arousal through her jeans and panties. She’s wet for me. Her temperature rises, and her heart rate increases. I can hear her blood rush through the veins, her heart pump with desire.

  “Don’t try to hide it,” I chide her, slapping her thigh again. “You know I can read you. You want this. Say it.”

  She moans a little bit and closes her eyes.

  “Bri.” I make my voice stern. Partly because it’s fun but also because I’m going to need to train her to listen to me, obey me. Part of me says it’s just to be on the safe side: If I ever have to try to turn her into a vampire, and it works, I can help her stay in control of her new existence if she’s used to being submissive.

  The other part of me just fucking likes being a dom.

  “Remember the cane?” I put my hand to her crotch and hold, letting the warmth of her body mingle with the heat from my hand. “You struggled with one. If you don’t start obeying, I’ll strip you down and give you five to start.”

  She can hear the note in my voice.

  She sits up straight, and her eyes fly open. “Alain–“

  I shake my head.

  She swallows. “Yes. I want this.” Her voice is small but irritable. She does want it, and she doesn’t like to have to say it.

  I chuckle. Fuck, it’s fun to train a submissive.

  “Clothes off, then.” I slide her from my lap. Lean back and cross my arms. “Give me a good show.”

  She narrows her eyes, then the heat takes over. She wants to play as badly as I do. Of course, now it’s more than a game. Finally. She’s mine to master.

  “You like?” She smiles at me as she removes her garments, one by one.

  When she’s only left in her silky panties, she turns around and looks at me over her shoulder. “Should I leave these on? It is a bit cold in here.” She giggles. Pats her own ass with one hand.

  “Worried your ass will freeze? I’ll warm it up for you.” I growl and grab her. “After your spanking, I promise your ass will be red hot.” My cock throbs with need.

  “Alain!” She squeals and grabs at my body, but she’s no match for my strength. I bring her into the bedroom and deposit her on top of the comforter.

  “Part of being my submissive,” I tell her, watching her nipples pebble up at my words, “is being nice and obedient. Let’s see how well you do.”

  Her chest heaves. “Yes, Master,” she murmurs.

  “Slide those panties down to mid-thigh and roll onto your stomach,” I tell her.

  She blinks at me. “Why?”

  I move fast. Flip her over. Smack her ass once, twice, three times. Hard spanks. “And you don’t ask why. You just do it.”

  “Ow!” She reaches back to rub her ass, and I grab her hand.

  “No, now you get three more for trying to interfere.”

  I take both of her wrists into my hand. “Lift your ass up a little bit. Yeah, like that.” I wait until she gets into the pose I want. “Like you can’t wait for the spanking. Keep it high.”

  I bring my hand down hard with a crack.

  She flinches. “Oooh.”

  “Ass back up. In position.”

  She quickly tilts her hips up. The thin cloth of her panties is barely any protection at all, and as I spank her again, even harder, she whimpers. But I smell her arousal grow. It hurts, but she likes it.

  “One more. As high as you can get that ass now.”

  She pushes her body up, and I whack her across both cheeks.

  She sucks in her breath. Just from those few spanks, pink blooms on her skin below the panty line.

  “Now do what I asked you before,” I order her.

  She reaches back and tugs the panties down. “Like this?” She twists her head to look at me. “Master?”

  “Perfect. Now stay there and keep your hands above your head.”

  I go to fetch a few things. She wiggles a little bit, probably feeling the sting on her ass, wanting to rub it. I chuckle. She’s going to feel a stronger burn before we’re done…and not just on her ass.

  When I return, I’ve got a medium sized butt plug and some lube. I crouch down to show it to her. “See this? It’s going into your pretty little ass, and you’re going to keep it there for a while. Part of that time, I’ll be spanking you, and part of the time you’ll be waiting. Just enjoying the sensations.”

  She makes a little oooh.

  “And this lube is a ginger based warming solution.” I lean in closer and speak into her ear. “It’s going to sting and tingle a bit.”

  “Alain, I’ve never…” She bites her lip.

  “There are many things we’re going to do,” I tell her, “that you’ve never tried before.” I flip the bottle open, and she flinches a little at the sound the cap makes. A little pop.

  “Spread your legs as far as you can in the panties.” I smack her ass once again.

  “Yes, Master.” She’s a little breathless. The panties go taut on her thighs as she moves her legs apart. Moisture glistens on her pussy, and I can’t wait.

  I discard the plug and bottle, flip her over, and grab her hips in both hands, so I can plunge my tongue into her cleft.

  She cries out and stiffens, then relaxes into my touch. I flick her clit with my tongue, over and over, using techniques I’ve perfected over decades of play. First, I ramp up her desire with soft touches. Then I flick harder, almost too hard, teasing her where she’s most sensitive.

  She wiggles, but I hold her firm, forcing her to take exactly what I want to give her.

  “Alain, it’s too much, oh, God,” she murmurs.

  “Relax into it,” I order. “Soften your body because I’m not stopping yet.”

  I use my tongue to slap at her clit, push it back and forth. Draw circles around it.

  She moans and struggles against me, but I don’t stop until I’ve had a good taste, and she’s frantic with need. Playing with her like this has me so hard that I want to fuck her right now. But it’s even more fun to draw it out…so I do it some more.

  Then I flip her back over. “Now let’s get to that plug. Legs wide again.”

  She does it, and I immediately drizzle a generous amount of the lube on her asshole. Use the plug to start massaging it around, pushing into her anus just lightly with the tip of the plug. Showing her what’s to come.

  “Keep your ass relaxed,” I instruct her. “Don’t clench up.” I tap her cheek. “I brought the cane over, in case you need a reminder.” I reach over and grab it, toss it onto the pillow above her head. “Let’s just keep it here, shall we? Look at it every now and then if you feel like disobeying me.”

  She whimpers, possibly at my words but maybe because I’ve pushed the plug in deeper for the first time. She clenches up, then relaxes her ass.

  “Good girl,” I praise her. I insert the plug further. I let the widest part of the plug stay right at her anal ring, stretching her out.

  “It burns,” she mutters, shifting her hips. Moving her hands.

  I pull the plug ba
ck out and reinsert it, again leaving the widest part at her anal entrance.

  “Get used to it,” I whisper, kissing her neck. Biting softly. “My cock is much bigger.”

  She immediately clenches up, squeezing her ass cheeks around the plug. “What?”

  “Relax your ass,” I remind her. “You’re getting my cock eventually, you know. Maybe not tonight. After all, we have forever to do this.”

  I play with her, pulling the plug out, pushing it in, all the while adding lube as necessary. But now the lube is starting to heat up, the ginger essences coming out with the warmth of her body.

  “Ooooh,” she moans. Her body shudders. “Alain, it’s burning my ass.” But the way she’s moving her hips tells me she likes it as much as she hates it.

  “Good.” I smile and push the plug all the way in, going slowly, so I don’t overwhelm her. It’s long and thick; I chose a solid sized plug, so she could really feel it in there while she waits for her spanking.

  “Now I want you to lie still for the next five minutes while I prepare. No moving those hips. I’ll know if you do.”

  She moans, and I swear her pussy gets wetter than I’ve ever seen it. I can also tell how much control it’s taking for her to keep her body still. Her ass looks so fucking delicious with my plug in there, still pink from the spanking I gave her earlier. I can’t wait to give her a harder spanking, put down marks I can still see tomorrow.

  I strip my clothes, keeping any eye on her. She’s winding her fingers together, squeezing her toes into the sheet—but so far, she hasn’t moved her hips.

  I smile. Time to amp up the challenge.

  Chapter 26

  Alain

  Now naked, I take a few more items from my dresser and approach her bed. “You’re doing well so far. Let’s see how you handle these.”

  Moving like lightning, I reach under her body and attack a small silver clamp to each nipple.

  She cries out as they bite into her soft skin and twitches. “Alain!”

  “Don’t move, remember?”

  I run a hand down her ass, stopping to push on the plug a bit. Twist it. “Keep those pretty breasts pushed into the bed, Bri.”

  “It hurts,” she whines. With an undertone of desire to her words.

  “I know,” I agree. “It’s supposed to. Over time we’ll train you to wear them for longer periods of time. Sometimes I may put them on under your bra while we go out for a drink at the bar. How would you like that?”

  I can practically hear how hard her nipples get, and how this makes the clamps sting even more. She’s so turned on right now she could practically come with just my voice.

  “We can’t have that.” I lay a hand on her ass. “If you come before I give permission, I won’t let you come again for three days. Do you want that?”

  “No, no, I promise I won’t come,” she begs. I tap the plug again. She shifts a little bit and stiffens. I love how the nipple clamps will make stay still for her ass play.

  I push the plug again and twist, and she moves more. Twitches her hips.

  “Oh, Bri.” I make a tsking sound. “You moved. Were you supposed to do that?”

  “No, but you tricked me!” She turns to look at me. “That wasn’t fair.”

  “Well, get used to it.” I chuckle. “And now you’re going to suffer the consequences of disobedience.”

  “Are you going to use the cane?” She sounds apprehensive. Hopeful, too. My little human likes to play hard.

  “I have something else in mind.” I bring out my crop. “A few of these on your thighs and ass, I think, will remind you who’s your master.”

  I flick the crop at the back of her legs. It doesn’t take much to leave a bright red mark.

  “Oh!” She flinches, then stops sharp as the clamps pull at her nipples. “Alain, please.”

  “Twenty.” I flick her again, right where the curve of her ass starts to swell. And again in the same spot. “On each side, for each count. If you move, I start over.”

  She groans, but it’s a sound glazed over with desire. My sweet Bri likes her pleasure mixed with pain. And she loves obeying me. I can read it in her body; how her submission is making her sensations heightened, forcing the impending orgasm to gain in strength.

  “Count.” I flick her again, a few sharp slaps with the crop on each cheek. “Start with one.”

  “But–“ She thinks better of arguing.

  I bring the crop down harder than before on her left cheek, then once on her right.

  “One.” She forces it out.

  “Good. Keep your hips steady.”

  I whip her with the crop again, just next to the first marks on each side. Nice and hard. Making it burn.

  “Two.” She gasps and her arm twitches, like she wants to reach back.

  “No, “I caution her. “Don’t touch your ass, or I’ll add the cane at the end.”

  “Nooo,” she whispers.

  “In fact, grab the cane with both hands,” I tell her. “Maybe that will help you stay in position. Think about how you want it to stay right there in your hands. Not in mine.”

  She does what I say, pulling the cane closer and latching onto it. “Alain…” she trails off.

  “I know, this stings.” I whip her with the crop in the middle of her left cheek. The middle of her right.

  “Three,” she whispers. The crop marks are gorgeous red blotches.

  “Now the rules have changed,” I say. “You’re getting two on each side for each count. Don’t argue.”

  She opens her mouth, bites her lip. “Yes, Master.” But her voice is irritated. Pissy.

  I chuckle. Give her two hard crops on her left cheek, nice and high. Two on her right cheek, low. “What the count?”

  “Four…” she gasps. I can tell she’s dying to move her hips. It’s hard for her to stay still. I know I’m putting her through a difficult situation with the plug, the clamps and the crop. But it’s good training for her. She needs to learn discipline.

  Plus, she’s going to have a hell of an orgasm pretty soon.

  I can read her feelings. Her pain threshold is high with her excitement and endorphins. I’m pushing her, but she’s into it.

  By the time we get to twenty, her ass and thighs are a gorgeous mix of red and pink, and she’s panting with the exertion of staying still. When I finish, I toss the crop aside. Pick her up. Kiss her.

  Our lips lock, and I thrust my tongue into her mouth, and grapple with hers. She kisses me back wildly, eager for me. Crazy for me. My cock pushes into her soft belly, and it’s all I can do to hold back. But I still want her to wait a little more.

  “Some masters make their submissive stand in the corner for a while as part of their training. I think I’ll try that with you.”

  “But I don’t want…”

  I look at the cane. Her eyes follow and get wide. “Yes, Master,” she says.

  “Not for long.” I look into her eyes. “Just a few minutes. It’s about the experience of doing what I say.”

  She blinks. I know she’s at war with herself. It’s not easy to submit like this.

  Finally, she says, “Yes, Master.”

  “Good.” I’m beyond pleased. I point. “Go to that corner, please. Hands behind your head, tits nice and high. Back straight. Don’t let the plug come out and don’t fidget. I’ll tell you when you’re done.

  And keep the panties around your thighs.”

  “But I…” She bites her lip.

  “Figure it out.” I cross my arms.

  “Yes, Master.”

  She manages to get it done; she squeezes her ass cheeks together, hard, while walking with her legs slightly spread to keep the panties in place. When she makes it to the corner, she turns once to look at me.

  I nod at her.

  She turns back to the corner and puts her hands behind her head.

  Fuck, this is phenomenal. Having this woman at my beck and call, at my command, doing it willingly, is so intoxicating. The fact that she�
��s accepting me voluntarily as her master is euphoric, better than any drug I’ve had.

  I don’t make her stay there long; just a few minutes. It’s not about the time. It’s about the mindset.

  “Bri, come on back to the bed,” I order. “Drop the panties and keep the plug in. I’m going to fuck you with it still in your ass.”

  “Yes, Master.” She allows the panties to slide down her legs and manages to get into the bed, somewhat awkwardly, without losing the plug. It’s fun to watch her contort and figure out how to move to keep it in. I’m definitely going to make sure we do lots of anal play during her training.

  And now I can’t wait a moment longer.

  I blur over to her and make sure she’s on her back, legs nice and wide for me.

  I straddle her body and lean down, carefully lifting each arm above her head. “Keep them here,” I say. “While I fuck you.”

  She tosses her head back and forth. “Alain, I can’t wait any longer.” She’s desperate. “Please. I need to come.”

  Waiting in the corner ramped up her desire to a level she nearly can’t handle. I can see how hard she’s struggling to hold back her pleasure. Her body quivers with need.

  I adjust her hips, spread her thighs a little, and pull up on the back of them. Ease my cock to her entrance. “It will be tighter with the plug.” I push the tip into her warmth. “See?”

  As I push in, she cried out. “Oooh.” Closes her eyes, makes fists. “Fuck.” Her thighs tremble. “Alain.”

  I can feel the pressure of the plug squeezing against my cock, making her pussy impossibly tight. It’s fucking incredible to push my way in, inch by inch, until I’m seated. “Fuck, Bri, you’re so tight.”

  She makes a strangled sound. A whimper. “Please,” she whispers.

  I adjust my body and pull out. Thrust back in.

  She catches her breath. Her pussy clenches.

  “Not yet,” I warn her. I pump again, faster. Again.

  She starts making little sounds, little cries and calls.

  I fuck her harder, faster, until we’re going at a frantic rhythm. My cock is ready to explode, and I can tell that she’s not going to last much longer, no matter how hard she tries.

  Another day, it would be fun to make her come without permission. But today I just want to make her come.