by Rose , Renee
I catch her fists still trying to pummel me and pinion her wrists above her head. “You’re in for some serious punishment now, Aurelia. You must never use magic against me,” I chide.
This time I see it coming, but still can’t dodge it. The ball of light appears out of nowhere and flies directly into my mouth.
I choke and recoil in pain, the hot light burning the inside of my throat. I scramble up to my knees and cough until the ball comes out. Dragging in a ragged breath, I cough again and blood splatters the floor from my seared throat. Anger barrels through me—a rage fueled by hundreds of years of sexual frustration wrought by Anka. But Aurelia doesn’t even know what she’s doing.
I draw a long breath to calm my ire and retract my fangs.
Aurelia stares at the blood on the floor with a look of horror, covering her mouth with her hand. “I-I…”
Poor little mortal. She has no idea how powerful she is. Which doesn’t mean I won’t punish her for her transgression.
And I will certainly enjoy every moment of it.
I turn to her, grasping her shirt at the collar and renting it in half. She shrieks and stares at me, eyes wide, a mixture of trepidation and arousal in her scent.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, her words tumbling out on top of the other.
I slice her bra with a fang and haul her to her feet.
She covers her breasts with one forearm, her face flushed, her chest heaving. “What are you doing?” she repeats, her voice no more than a whisper now.
I unbutton her shorts. “Punishing you,” I say, voice raspy from the damage in my throat. I expect her to fight when I yank off her shorts and panties, but she stands still, looking shocked.
“I really hurt you, didn’t I?” she whispers.
I don’t answer, but when I take off my belt, she begins to back quickly away, throwing up her bubble of protection, even as she babbles, “Okay, just calm down.”
“It’s for your wrists,” I explain. “Remove your bubble and hold them out for me.”
She stands still, staring at me with her wide eyes. Her gaze traveled to my cheekbone, where the first ball of light struck. I must have an angry mark by now, perhaps even blisters.
The bubble flickers and dissolves. My little mortal has a conscience. Far more than I could ever say for Anka.
“Thank you. Now hold out your wrists.”
She looks at me uncertainly.
I wait. It’ll be up to her to surrender.
She gulps and holds out her hands. Her gaze drops in submission.
My cock hardens. My captive fae is naked and at my mercy. After looping the belt around her wrists, I tug her to the doorway of her bedroom. I toss the end of my belt over the top of the door, pulling on it until she lifts up on her toes, then shut the door to trap the belt so she can't pull her wrists down.
“You are on clothing restriction until you can show more respect,” I inform her.
She twists around, leaning her weight on the belt in an attempt to pull it free.
“Take it easy there, or you’ll hurt yourself,” I order. I dig into the box with the leather flogger and pull it out.
She eyes it nervously, twisting her backside away from me as I advance.
I’d tested this flogger out on my own thigh once. It delivers a surface sting without imparting much damage.
“Turn around,” I command .
Her jaw tightens, and she doesn’t move right away. Very well. I’ll teach her to obey me immediately, or suffer the consequences.
With a flick of my wrist, I let the leather strands fly. They rain down on her golden skin.
Auriela squeals, jerking in surprise and turning her head to the side.
I flog her breasts in a rapid figure-eight swing. The leather tassels punish one peak first, then the other.
“Turn around,” I repeat.
This time she spins around immediately, dancing on her tiptoes.
I go to work on her lovely ass, using the same motion to catch first one side, then the other. I love the sound of the suede striking her flesh, the way her twin moons bounce in response to each blow. I whip her until her arse takes on a rosy glow, then I move down and whip the backs of her thighs. When I swing it between her legs, she shrieks, crossing her legs and spinning from her wrists.
“Very naughty,” I scold. “You don’t get to cover any part from me when you are being punished. I’m going to find something to help you remember.” I hold the handle of the flogger to her mouth. “Open.”
She glares at me, but opens her mouth and let’s me place the handle between her teeth.
“Hold this,” I order, and she does. I flick her nipple with my index finger. “Good girl.”
Walking to the kitchen, I pull out the ginger root and a knife and peel a long section, carving a finger-shaped length with a bulbous end. I bring it back, holding it up for her to see. She squints in confusion, the flogger still clenched dutifully between her jaws.
“Wha ib at?” she attempts to ask.
I saunter behind her. “Arch your back.”
She hesitates for a moment, but to my delight, she does tilt her pelvis, lifting her ass toward me.
I pull her cheeks apart. She squeals and tries to dance away, but I give her ass a sharp slap. “Hold still, or I will make your punishment far worse,” I warn.
She whimpers but stops moving. Her legs tremble as I part her cheeks once more. I bring the tip of ginger plug to her anus and she flinches again, trying to squeeze her cheeks together against the intrusion. I slap her rosy ass once more. “Open for it,” I command in a hoarse voice. My cock throbs.
Finally Aurelia holds still, mewling as I embed the tortuous root. I push it in and out while she squeaks. It will take a few minutes before the heat of the ginger will begin to burn her anus and warm her entire pelvic region. I walk around to the front of her and take the flogger from her mouth.
“Thank you,” I say.
Her eyes plead with me for mercy, but I also see concern as she glances at my burn, then at the corner of my mouth.
“Are you bleeding?” she asks in a small voice.
I swipe at my mouth and find a little blood from my coughing fit. I give my head a quick shake. Showing weakness isn’t my thing, even if it did win her remorse.
“It’s nothing,” I assure her. I open the door and lower her wrists a bit. “Stand with your legs wide apart,” I order.
She obeys, still wide-eyed. I almost miss her more rebellious self. Almost. But submissive Aurelia is sweet enough to eat. I step behind her and bend to lick from the two dimples above her ass to the vein at her throat. My tongue drags over her smooth skin. The taste of her is intoxicating.
She begins to wiggle her ass, her chest heaving with quickened breath. “Erm...ooh...ah.”
“Has the burn begun to set in, little fairy?”
She bites her lip. “Ow. Oh. Take it out, Charlie,” she says, swaying her hips to and fro. “Please?”
“Keep those legs apart,” I order, slapping the flogger up between her legs to punish her little pussy.
“Ack!” She jerks, but keeps her legs open.
I strike again and again, going lightly, judging by her noises what is too much and too little until she is moaning, her breath coming in sobs. I move around to the front of her and continue my assault on her sex from that direction, interspersing the slaps with blows to her peach-tipped breasts.
“Oh my God, it’s too much. Oh Charlie, take it out, oh...oh,” she moans. If her voice didn’t sound so completely wanton, I might believe her.
But she’s wrong. She can take more. A lot more. I’m about to show her how much more, when someone knocks hard on the door.
Chapter 10
Aurelia
“Aurelia?” a muffled voice calls from outside. It’s Wilson, my ex-boyfriend. Crap on a cracker.
“Aurelia?” Wilson shouts again, repeating the knock.
Before I can think of anything to say, I hear the sou
nd of the key turning in the lock and Wilson walks right in.
“What the fuck?” he gasps, taking in my position. Mother forker! I’m naked, wrists bound together with a leather belt, legs spread wide, a mother-forking vampire with lengthened fangs standing in front of me. Charlie looks furious at the intrusion. And to top it off, the ginger in my ass has begun to burn. My pussy is dripping, but I’m shifting from leg to leg with discomfort.
Before I can say anything, there’s a blur. In a move too fast for my eyes, Charlie pins Wilson against the wall. The vampire’s got one hand around my ex’s throat, holding Wilson up off the ground.
“Charlie, stop,” I scream
Charlie’s head snaps my way. He looks over his shoulder at me, his fangs long and deadly, his eyes an unnerving red... “Who is this?” he hisses.
I twist about, trying to reach the doorknob to free myself. It’s no use. I’m completely helpless. “Wilson. He’s a friend.”
“A friend?” Charlie thunders, pulling Wilson from the wall and then banging him back up against it. My ex is no lightweight—5’10” and over two hundred pounds—but Charlie tosses him around like a stuffed toy.
What the fork is going on? Charlie looks completely demonic. HIs eyes are red. Is this some sort of jealous reaction? Or is he feeling threatened?
Forking Wilson. Of all the times for my ex to come back. And use his key—the one I told him to get rid of.
Under Charlie’s grip, Wilson gasps, trying to draw breath.
“He’s just a friend,” I repeat. “An ex. He still has a key, but he shouldn’t. You should take it away from him.”
Charlie turns back, examining Wilson, whose face has turned a frightening shade of red. I don’t doubt Charlie will kill Wilson if he wants.
“Please, Charlie,” I beg. “Please let him go. He’s harmless, I swear. Please don’t hurt him.”
Charlie’s eyes narrow, and he looks back at me and then to his prey.
“Please don’t kill him. Please, Charlie.”
How long has Wilson’s air been cut off? I’m convinced it’s all over, that Wilson’s gonna die, but at long last, Charlie eases his grip on my ex’s throat.
Wilson gasps for breath, doubling over.
“What are you doing here?” Charlie demands.
When Wilson doesn’t answer, Charlie wraps a fist in his shirt and hauls him off his feet again. “I said, what are you doing here?”
I shiver, oddly turned on by the masculine display of aggression. Somehow it makes his gentleness with me all the more apparent. Or maybe it’s just the ginger in my ass, heating my naughty parts until I can’t think straight.
Wilson stares at Charlie with wild eyes, presumably freaked out by the fangs and having almost been choked to death. Oh and probably also from seeing me trussed up naked like a sex slave.
“What are you doing here, Wilson?” I ask as calmly as I can. Maybe he’ll answer me, if not the vampire.
Wilson’s eyes dart from Charlie’s face to mine. “Wh-what’s going on?”
“I’m asking the questions,” Charlie snarls.
“Answer him, Wilson,” I warn. I know I’m safe with the vampire, but I doubt Wilson is. Charlie looks ready to drain him.
“I just...thought I’d stop by. You know, I missed you. And then I saw the windows all boarded up, and I got worried, so I used my key.”
“Okay, listen,” I say quickly, as if I’m not hanging by my wrists with flogging marks on my ass. “We’re over. You don’t get to stop by, and you don’t get to keep the key. Give it to Charlie.” I nod to the vampire. I wobble a little. I’m probably not sounding as in control as I hope I am. It’s super hard to sound authoritative when strung up naked in one’s living room.
Wilson fumbles for the keys, dropping them on the floor. Charlie releases him with a shove in the key’s direction.
“Pick them up.” Charlie’s British accent is sharp enough to slice bone.
Wilson bends to pick them up, his hands shaking as he pulls my house key off. “Are you in some kind of trouble?”
“I’m trying to get laid, now get out!” I snap, trying to sound as bitchy as possible. The last thing I need is Wilson deciding to play hero and trying to rescue me from Charlie because that’s a good way for him to end up dead.
Charlie’s eyes aren’t red anymore. He seems calmer, more in control. He plucks the key from Wilson’s grip and Wilson’s eyes lose focus. My ex walks out without another word, clearly hypnotized.
Fork. That was close. I sag in my bonds. I expect Charlie to interrogate me, but he blurs to my side, wrapping an arm around my waist and lifting me gently to release me from the door. He unloops the belt from my wrists and threads it through his belt loops without a word.
I wince at the sensation of blood running back into my arms. I open and close my hands, breathing through the pins and needles. The ginger root still burns in my ass, making my pussy weep with readiness. Oh, heck with it. I dance around, shaking my arms, squeezing my cheeks together and whimpering.
Charlie catches my wrists and rubs the place where the buckle left a red mark on my skin.
I twist out of his grip and grab his hands. “What did you do to him?” I can’t forget Wilson’s glazed look. My neighbor, my coworker and now my ex—who else is going to be collateral damage?
“I made him forget what he saw and told him not to come around anymore.” Charlie sounds perfectly calm. He slips my grip in a move too fast to see. The next thing I know, he’s grabbed hold of my hair and pulls my head back. I’m panting now. Between the burn in my ass and the bite in my scalp, I’m wetter than I’ve ever been. It’s not just the pain—it’s Charlie, all the way.
The vampire studies me, his gaze caressing my neck. Is he angry with me? What will he do now? I lick my lips, trying to think of the right words to calm him, but his gaze hoods and drops to my lips, and suddenly I can’t think at all.
He tugs me closer to whisper in my ear, “I really, really like it when you beg like that.”
I moan. My insides melt into molten syrup. My pussy is pulsing, already so swollen from his whipping and the heat of the ginger.
He picks me up by the waist and lifts me toward the ceiling, until his arms lock. Then he tips his head back and lowers me until my pelvis is head height. Until my pussy meets his mouth.
Fork me. He flicks his tongue over my clit and activates every screaming nerve ending that hungers for his touch.
“Oh my godfathers,” I shriek, stunned by both the sensation and the impressive position.
He carries me that way, dipping to fit through the door. We enter my bedroom where he lays me on the bed. I writhe on the comforter as the pressure makes the ginger burrow deeper within my back channel. Charlie crawls up between my legs, holding my thighs open to continue his expert assault on my clit. I try to clamp my legs together and can’t. I might as well try to crush a rock.
Charlie is merciless. He pushes the ginger finger in and out of my burning anus as his tongue flicks my clit. I claw at his shoulders, the sensations overloading my system.
“Charlie,” I scream. “Charlie?”
He lifts his head, still wiggling the ginger.
My pussy gushes, practically soaking the bed. The warmth of the ginger makes me positively wanton for sex. “Please...I want you.”
The corners of his mouth tip up but his eyes look sad. “Want me, how?”
My cheeks grow warm. “Inside me.”
He shoves a finger inside my sopping wet pussy. Oh, fork!
“Like this?” he teases, moving it in and out.
“No,” I whine, writhing and trying to bear down on his hand to get more stimulation. “I want your cock inside me.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to fuck me,” I cry. He wants me crude? He’s got it.
He pinches my clit, and I cry out, my whole body jerking.
Picking me up behind the kne
es, he lifts my pelvis off the bed and drags me down, flipping me over when he reaches the edge, so I’m bent over the side. He shoves the ginger in and out some more, and I stamp my feet, dizzy with need.
“Oh, it burns so bad...Charlie, please.”
I hear the jingle of his belt and turn to see his cock spring free from his boxers. As I suspected from the size of the bulge in his pants, his dick is impressive, jutting straight out, long and proud.
I let out a whinny-like sigh, excited to feel him in me. “I have a condom—in there,” I point to my bedside table.
“Vampires don’t need condoms,” he says. “No STDs, no chance of pregnancy. We get to go bareback.” He grabs my hips and impales me with one deep stroke, his pelvis shoving the ginger deeper inside my bottom.
“Oh yes!” I cry. My pussy clenches on his thick length, and my toes scrunch. I’m one stroke away from orgasm.
“Not yet,” Charlie orders. “You don’t finish until I say you can come. Understand?”
“Charlie, I can’t wait!” I moan, taking a mouthful of bedspread in my teeth and biting down, hard.
“Don’t. Come.”
He sounds so forbidding, I can’t disobey. I can only hold myself open to him, trying not to scream in ecstasy as he plows in and out with long, pounding strokes. I hear his breathing quicken, the sound of his panting winding my coil even tighter.
He makes a choking sound and barks, “Now!”
I contract every muscle from my waist down, my legs going stick-straight, my butt clenching, my vaginal walls gripping his cock so tightly my pussy pulls it even deeper. The seconds tick on and on, my release continues, shudders rolling through my body. When they slow and then stop, I collapse, a gooey mess.
Charlie eases out and removes the ginger plug as well.
I turn to look at him and catch a grimace on his face, as if he’s in physical pain. His cock is still stuck out straight, as if he never came.
He didn’t come.
“I’m going to take a shower,” he mutters, turning away.
