The Vampire's Prey

by Vivian Murdoch

  "I can't even begin to imagine," I whisper, my eyes never leaving his fingers.

  "That is the problem, isn’t it. You cannot even imagine why someone would want you. That is a problem I am going to rectify."

  He circles back behind me, bringing the rope in tow. The texture has a slight roughness to it, but it's not uncomfortable as he binds my wrists together behind me. Sighing, I can feel the same sense of calm that settled over me at the club when he tied my wrists down to the spanking bench. His breath stirs my hair as he leans forward, bringing the rope around and under my breasts. He cinches it tight, stealing my breath away. He keeps speaking to me in low, murmuring tones, but my brain isn't registering it. A haze creeps into my brain as he keeps winding the rope around me, cocooning me. I feel like I'm falling and flying all at the same time.

  I feel him pause for a moment and settle in behind me. His body rises and falls against my wrists as he sits there, letting me feel the ropes about me. I test my bonds, not at all surprised that they don't give. Flexing out my arms, I feel the ropes tighten further about me, the bite increasing with every move I make. I can move, but just barely, and every movement I make makes the harness feel a bit more uncomfortable.

  "Were I in your position, I would hold as still as I could. But then again, since I’m the one who put you there, I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how your squirming delights me to my core.”

  His fingers slide over my arms and down to my wrists. I feel him testing how tight everything is. He must be satisfied because he changes course and wraps his arms around my waist as best as he can with my arms in the way. I sag against his chest, grateful to feel something solid behind me, something to ground me to the earth. I feel as though my body is trying to float away, no matter how hard I'm trying to keep it here with me.

  "Tell me something," he whispers in my ear as his hands come up to cup my breasts.

  I groan and lean further back into him, offering myself up like a sacrifice.

  Chuckling, he pinches my nipples hard, surprising a squeak from me. "How does it feel to know that I can have my way with you—do anything to you—and you are powerless to stop me."

  Groaning, I arch up to him even further. The sharp pain rolls through my body, setting my nerves on fire.

  "You know how good it feels.” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s thick and relaxed...seductive. “Why should I have to tell you?"

  His hands leave my body in a flash, and within moments, one hand is sliding into my hair while his other arm encircles my waist, drawing me up flush with his body. Tightening his grip, Adrian brings my head back and turns it so that I'm looking at him. "Stop with this act. You do not have to fight me at every turn.” He skims further down and eases a finger inside me. The thrusts are shallow, enough that I can feel him inside, but not enough to ease the burning ache that fills me. "This tells me all I need to know about you," he murmurs, his finger sliding in and out, eased by my copious lubrication. "Your body wants me. But that is not enough for me. I want your mind, heart, and soul too. I brought you here, hoping being away from your demons, your rules, would allow you to find who you are and embrace it. This woman you present is a facade. I see right through you."

  His finger increases its speed but stays hovering near my entrance. It's torturous. Grunting in frustration, I angle my hips up, trying to draw him even deeper inside. The moment I register that he's pulled out, a stinging slap to my outer lips brings me back to reality.

  "That hurts!" I screech, trying to pull away. Unfortunately, his body blocks my path backwards. Squirming, I try to move to the side, but the ropes hold me firm, keeping my movements to a minimum. Before I can open my mouth, a flurry of swats land.

  Howling in pain, I buck against him, trying to throw him off. He doesn't even budge.

  "I believe," he whispers into my ear, voice as calm as a glass-smooth lake, "I told you not to move. Now, please be a good girl for me and keep still.” His fingers lightly skim across the hot, swollen flesh before easing back inside of me. "You are even wetter than before.” Adrian brings his fingers up to his lips and slowly licks them clean. "I do believe you like me causing you pain, my pet. But don’t worry, I love to see you in pain; in that way, we are two halves of the same whole.

  I can't help but clench as arousal flows through me. As much as I hate it, he's right. "What's wrong with me?" I whisper, unable to stop myself.

  "My pet," he murmurs, bringing his arms around me. "There is nothing wrong with you. Everyone enjoys pleasure in different ways. This one happens to be yours. Lucky for you, you have a delightful sadist to show you all the pleasures of this new world.”

  His grip tightens as he brings me over to my side before laying me down on my back. The carpet bites into my hands, but it's not as intense as the ropes creaking and settling against my body. Adrian lifts up my neck and upper back and slides a pillow underneath me, easing the burden a bit. Though I'm up a little higher, I still can’t see what Adrian's doing, but I can hear more rope being shuffled around. My ears strain in the silence for anything that can give me a clue to what he might be doing. Before too long, I feel another length of rope being tied around my ankle.

  Adrian moves in silence, swift and efficient. He brings my ankle up to meet the back of my thigh with a one, quick yank of his rope. The scrape of the rope as he winds in about my calf sends pleasure directly to my core. In and out his fingers weave the rope tight against me.

  The coarse fibers tickle my senses as he pulls, tugs, and adjusts. After he finishes with that leg, he moves on to the other. His fingers fly against me with the rope, but every second feels like eternity to me. Time slows like molasses dripping out of the jar at Christmas. I feel warm and safe snuggled inside my ropes.

  As with my arms, I test my legs. I can move a little, but the discomfort is enough that I don't want to push the boundaries. His presence is like a weight in the room. I feel him in front of me, waiting, watching. The ropes seize up around me as I try to wriggle around to see him. Defeated, I give up and lie there. Our breathing is the only sound in the room. Closing my eyes, I sigh as liquid warmth fills my body.

  "That is it, my pet. Just relax. I will take good care of you."

  Snorting, I try to hold back my laughter.

  "Do you actually think it’s a good idea to mock me right now? Helpless as you are?

  "Sorry, sir," I giggle, "I'm not mocking you. I just find your idea of taking care of me comical."

  His face looms in my vision. I expect him to be mad, but again, he surprises me. His face is tender with a soft smirk tilting up the edges of his lips.

  "You haven’t really complained yet. In fact, you have been quite vocal about how good my care feels."

  As if to prove his point, he disappears from view again, and in an instant, his mouth, hot and wet, descends on my nipple. I try arching up, but the ropes bite into me. A myriad of feelings flow through my body, each one heightened by the pain the ropes cause. My breaths come out in shallow gasps as I writhe beneath him.

  Easing his arm between our bodies, I barely have time to catch my breath before his fingers dance across my soaking slit. Gritting my teeth, I stifle my moan, trying to convince him that he has no power over me. His lips curve up against my breast in a smile.

  "Is that how we are going to play this," he chuckles. In one swift movement, he plunges his finger into me until his knuckle grinds against my sensitive flesh. In the same breath, he bites down hard on the opposite nipple.

  Squealing, I attempt to pull away, but find myself held fast by the ropes. I groan, letting my head fall back against the pillow. He has me right where he wants me, dripping and desperate.

  "Poor, sweet, Evangeline. I want your cries to rattle the rafters, and I will not stop until you do."

  He pulls his finger out and rams it back in, this time, with a second finger joining it.

  "Please. Oh please," I beg as he toys with me.

  Several shallow thrusts end with a deep one, a
lmost shifting me off of the pillows.

  "Not nearly loud enough yet, my pet. Now, since you insist on making me work for every reaction, I think it is high time you do a little of the work."

  Adrian pulls out his fingers until they're poised at my entrance, but doesn't slide them back in. I bite my lower lip in frustration. I know what he wants me to do. If I comply though, that would prove that he is right about my desires.

  "I can sit here all night, love. Makes no difference to me. But I do warn you that the longer you lay here, the more uncomfortable the ropes will become."

  He wasn't kidding about that. Even from the little movement I've done thus far, the ropes are already straining and pulling at me. It isn't unbearable yet, but I can see that changing quickly. Testing just how tight they are, I arch my hips up a little way. It's burning and restrictive, but nothing I can't handle. Especially when I'm rewarded with his fingers sliding further inside me.

  Grunting, I keep rocking my hips up and down, not quite getting him deep enough inside. The ropes tense and grow tighter with each movement, but the discomfort drives me to keep going. The pain drives my arousal even higher as I hump against his fingers. Tears of frustration dot my eyelashes, and I shake my head, trying to fling them away.

  His gentle brush against my eyelids startle me, breaking my concentration. The tender, gentle movement breaks me. Tears begin to flow from my eyes as he leans down and kisses my eyelids.

  "There now, my pet, let it all out. I have you."

  His fingers start moving again as he pulls me in close to him, my sobs quickly turn to pants as he moves quicker inside me. I throw my head back, moaning loudly as desire flows through my body. Adrian shifts his wrist and angles up into me, pushing hard inside of me. Gasping, I arch up into him, ignoring the feel of the ropes.

  His fingers dance inside my body, pushing harder and harder into me. Loud groans tear from my throat as he curls his fingers up into me. His other hand makes its way lower and rests just above my mound.

  "Now then, ready to rattle the rafters for me?"

  I stare up at the ceiling, unable to form words. What is he asking of me? I try to speak, but he pushes down on his free hand as he pumps up with the fingers inside me. Pleasure explodes through my body. Sensations I can’t even think of overwhelm my senses. Everything in me feels full and tight, like I'm about to burst from within. By this point, I don't even recognize the animalistic, primal sounds coming out of me. All I can do is feel. Every ounce of me coils tight, begging for release. "Please, please," I mutter, hoping I'm loud enough for him to hear me and grant me relief. The rope tightens around me with every move and strain against it. The pain ramps up my pleasure even higher.

  "Come for me princess," he growls, his fingers pumper faster and harder

  Ecstasy rolls through me, as everything in me explodes outward. Screams of pleasure pour out of me. I can feel liquid streaming down my thighs, but I'm too high to notice or even care. Every touch from Adrian sends fizzles of pleasure through me, adding to the aftershocks I'm feeling. Tremors rock my body as he eases his fingers out of me.

  "Good girl, Evangeline. Good girl."

  His breath flutters my eyelashes as he leans over to kiss my forehead. Warmth blossoms through me at his tender touch. For the first time, my heart actually aches for him. Maybe this can work after all? I look up to see his eyes on me, intent and searching.

  "Still thinking even after all of that?" He chuckles softly, pulling away from me.

  I miss his presence immediately and long to call out to him, but his hands are soon back on my body. He makes quick work of the ropes around my legs, and rubs them vigorously, bringing warmth and circulation back into them. The ropes hit the floor with muffled thuds, and I smile. So, he's okay with some messes it seems. His strong hands wrap about my upper body and he lifts me into a sitting position. The world starts spinning, and I lean against him.

  "Shhh, sweetling, it is okay. Rest against me and do not faint.” His brows draw together as he turns and looks at the remains of the feast on the table. "Or throw up."

  Chuckling softly, I nestle my head into his chest and close my eyes. It helps the swirling feelings inside my stomach. My whole world feels flipped upside down, like that first plunge on a roller coaster. I feel Adrian's chest move against my cheek, and I try to match the rhythm. Slow, calm, and steady, just like him. As the ropes come off of me, the tickles and tingles in my stomach subside, but it's replaced by an uncontrollable shiver. Adrian's arms wrap around me, his fingers briskly chafing against my skin. Pinpricks of pain hit me as the blood comes back to the surface, but it's actually nice. It helps ground me just a little bit more.

  "Do not move. I mean it."

  He lets me go and moves over towards the couches. For the first time since I've heard of vampires, I am actually grateful for their fast speed. Within moments, he grabs a thick blanket then is back at my side, wrapping me deep inside. After seeing to my comfort, he lifts me up, burrito that I am, and carries me over to the couch and holds me close to him. The warmth stops the tremors, and I finally feel warm and comforted. It's like I'm in this warm cocoon. I never want to leave.

  Adrian nuzzles my hair with his nose, and I sigh, snuggling in even closer to him. Consciousness drifts in and out, to where I can't even seem to remember what day it is. Was it only a few nights ago that I met my vampire? Wait. Mine? When did he become mine? A soft humming breaks through, and I realize it's coming from him. Looking up, I see his eyes closed and his features relaxed. He really is quite handsome. More so when he's stern. Another dart of arousal spears me, and he opens his eyes, pinning me with a glare.

  "That one was not enough for you? You are ready for more? I am not a machine woman, I cannot sustain your lust for me. At least not without some sustenance of my own."

  He grins as he swoops down and kisses me thoroughly. The few brain cells I gathered while resting in his arms fled at the touch of his lips. Without thinking, I pull my hair back and angle my neck towards him. "Fine then, sustain yourself."

  He freezes in my arms. "What did you say?"

  Fuck. Tossing my hair back in front of me, I try to scoot back, but he holds me even firmer in his grasp.

  His fingers slowly encircle my throat, and my pulse beats wildly out of control. But I don’t care at this point. I’m just done with everything. The lies, the self-loathing. If he wanted to kill me right now, I wouldn’t say no. The look in his eyes is murderous and intense. Despite myself, I shiver as fresh arousal trickles down my thighs. If this is the way I die, I won’t complain a bit.

  “I will not repeat myself.”

  He gives me a slight shake, just enough to bring me back to the land of the living.

  8

  Adrian

  What the fuck? What the actual fuck? Has she seen me feeding? How does she know what I am? What I crave? I search through my mind, trying to find any memory, any inkling that I might have revealed myself. The only memories are of her supple lips around my cock, her warm, tangy blood dripping off of my tongue...but she had been asleep or incoherent during that time. Or so I thought.

  It’s at least confirmed now. The garlic, the crosses. She knows what I am. But for how long? My mind starts wandering in a direction that has no good ending. I don’t want to believe the insidious lies my brain is whispering into my head.

  Looking back down at my little mortal, fear stabs me for the first time in centuries. What have I done? Lucius would have my head if I compromised the club. I guess it was about time to move on anyway. But what about Marion? Maria? What would happen to them when I left?

  Her arousal hits me hard, reminding me that I’ve not actually fed yet tonight. My cock aches and strains against the fabric, and her tight bottom rubbing against me is not helping in the least. The fact that her body is screaming for sex even as I hold her life in the balance gives me pause. What if I turn her? She can’t reveal our secrets if she were one of us. Right?

  Evangeline’s body writhes agai
nst me as my fingers continue to tighten around her slender throat. A few more twists of her hips, and I might embarrass myself. Besides, she is still riding the subspace high and doesn’t know exactly what danger she’s courting. Reluctantly, my fingers ease up from around her, and her eyes flutter open to reveal that startling blue that never ceases to arrest my breath.

  “I’m sorry. I haven’t been completely honest with you.”

  My gut tightens. I knew it. Something has been off since I let this woman in my life. I should have known better than to get involved. Taking in a deep breath that I definitely did not need, I sit there, still as a statue, waiting for the worst.

  “I was raised learning about mythical creatures and paranormal entities. They’ve actually become a source of fascination for me.” Her fingers slide down my chest as her mind churns. “One might say that I’m addicted to finding the truth about all creatures. The knowledge thrills me.” Her eyes cut to the side for the briefest of moments. “I don’t use this information for harm...just as a personal bucket list of sorts. I had no clue you were one of these mythical creatures.” She concludes quickly. “I thought you were just some mysterious hot guy that knew how to blow any girl’s mind. Then I saw your fridge.”

  I freeze. Had I really been so stupid as to not close the panel all the way? Gods know what my face is doing, but the temerity with which she reaches out gives me pause. I focus on relaxing the muscles. No need to scare off my inquisitive bird; however, one whiff of the air confirms that she is far from frightened.

  “I was getting the soup like you told me. It was heavier than I was expecting, and it knocked against the side panel. I freaked out, thinking I broke your fridge. Instead, I saw the partially opened panel with the blood and put two and two together.”

  She moves again until she is sitting back up in my lap, her ass grinding against my engorged shaft with every shift sending more blood to the area. My head swims as her scent gets even closer. At this rate, I might just toss her down on the floor and ravage her neck until I drink my fill. Shaking my head, I scoop her up and sit her back down on the couch.