by Emily Bex
“Tell me, bel, who owns your heart?”
“You do, master, you own my heart.”
He felt her every emotion, and it made him want to pick her up and fuck her to hell and back, but he knew that wasn’t what she needed. She needed to learn he’d always dominate, for her own protection.
“You have pleased your master with your answer. Drop to your knees.”
He watched the subtle movement of her breasts and the flow of those silken crimson locks as she knelt on the floor. Her hair looked like flames in the reflected firelight and her pale skin glowed. His cock turned into hard steel as she knelt.
She felt lightheaded and realized she was holding her breath. She heard the sharp crack of the leather strips of the flogger snapping against his thigh, loud in the quiet room, and she couldn’t stifle the flinch.
She wanted him to touch her, and she wanted to reach out and touch him. Not in the rules, not in the rules! She remained still, and on her knees, with her head bowed before him.
He felt her hyperventilate and he began to worry. He knew she was nervous, her body language told him she wasn’t afraid but aching to please him.
“Look at your master, bel.” As she raised her eyes, he locked into them, holding her in his gaze. “Who do you belong to?”
“You, master, I belong to you.”
He showed her no emotion as he spoke. “You please your master, bel. Get on all fours.” Watching as she did so, his heart raced as her love flowed through him. She was so fucking beautiful. “Lower your eyes, mi amore. Bend your head and kiss my feet. Let me see your ass rise in the air. Let me see your breasts touch the satin as you lean down. Now!”
She tilted her head down, and her hair fell forward like a curtain around her face. She did as he asked, and was feeling emboldened now, like she’d passed a test. She kissed each foot, and then extended her tongue, and starting at his toes, slowly licked up toward his ankle.
As he looked down at her, she was perfection. She kissed each foot and the simple sensation startled him, sending sparks straight to his cock. Then she began to lick his foot, and he almost moaned as he struggled to gain control. Reaching down, he grabbed a handful of hair and jerked her head up.
“Hold!” Crouching down, he got in her face, nose to nose, “You have misbehaved, bel rosso. You did not follow your master’s instructions, you became brazen. I am not pleased!”
Releasing his grip on her hair suddenly, she quickly bowed her head, and it almost broke his fucking heart, but he knew she must learn discipline. “Lower your head to the floor in shame, keep your ass in the air. Follow, bel, follow!”
***
She was startled when she felt his hand grab her hair and yank her head from his feet. He was in her face, and she wanted to kiss his lips, but he was speaking to her in a stern voice. She had broken the rules. She’d displeased him. He was demanding she lower her head to the floor and she did as she was bidden. This was going to be harder than she thought. She pressed her forehead to the floor, her hands on either side of her face. I can do this. I want to do this.
As she did his bidding, he dropped his leathers to the floor. He knew she could see them as they pooled around his ankles before stepping out of them. He slowly walked around her, stood behind her, looking at her ass in the air for him. He crouched down and blew his hot breath across her sex and saw the slight movement of her body. Oh yes, my bel, you are going to go wild with desire before I ever give you what you want. Crouching over top her, he slid his hard cock between her beautiful ass cheeks and let the tip of his cock slide along her spine. Putting his wrist to his mouth, he broke the surface of his skin with his teeth, letting the blood rise and pool on his wrist. He slid his finger through his blood and then reached under her breasts and pulled her up against his chest. With his lips against her ear, he whispered in a stern husky voice.
“Your punishment is to taste my essence, something you love, but you will not be allowed to feed.” Taking his finger, he slid it across her lips, his blood turning her lips a beautiful red before he slid his finger in her mouth.
Kate felt the wet, hot blood on her lips, and swirled her tongue around his finger before he withdrew it. She licked her lips clean of his blood, but even this small amount hit her like a sledgehammer. She felt the heat between her legs, and she wanted to turn, grab his wrist, and drink from him and feel that electricity through her body. She was consumed with a mindless wanting, and despite her best efforts, the moan escaped her lips.
He smiled wickedly. That’s the bel he was looking for. He picked up the scent of her sex and knew she was wet for him, aching, and needing him. He grinned, and leaning down, nipped her ear hard and whispered in a deep voice as his fingers teased and pulled on her nipple.
“You let your master know you desire him.” Growling into her ear, “You are wet for your master, si?”
She felt more than heard the growl, and she wanted to scream ‘Fuck me, hard, now!’ She could feel her juices between her thighs. Could she talk? Did she risk talking? Her breathing was already labored, and her heart was racing.
“Lover...master...please...may I speak?”
Letting go of her, he stood and walked in front of her. Crouching down, his cock stood straight out, pointing at those full lips of hers, and he wanted desperately to fuck that beautiful mouth, but tonight, he had other things in mind and he restrained himself. Lifting her head with his fingertips, he stared lovingly into her eyes.
“Si, speak, bel rosso.”
She took a deep breath and looked up at his face. She locked into his gaze, and he was looking at her with such love, it was crushing. She had to close her eyes against their intensity because the sensations that were assaulting her body had overwhelmed her.
“Master...please...take me now. Fuck me now.” Her voice was shaky, her throat constricted, and she waited for his response.
“Open your eyes, bel.” Looking at her face, and her quivering lips, her body was shaking in need. “You want to be fucked? Are you begging your master for such? Then your master shall give his bel her due.”
Standing up, he grabbed the flogger in his hand and slowly walked behind her, letting it trail along her spine.
He slid the leather tips of the flogger back and forth over her ass cheeks, as she flinched slightly, her breathing labored, and he heard the most delicious moan.
“You will not cum until you are commanded.”
Lifting the flogger, he used a sharp snap of his wrist to let it whip across her ass, leaving beautiful red welts on her lily-white skin. He heard her moan and watched as her muscles tensed. “Si, mia bel. You learn well. ”
Letting the flogger loose on her cheeks again, the mere sound of the leather strips hitting her skin made him growl and his fangs elongate, and his beast reared hard and fast. Shade gripped the flogger hard, fighting to control the beast. Dropping to his knees, he licked the welts with his tongue, bringing instant relief to the biting pain.
“My sweet bel. You are so beautiful. I crave you, and I shall reward you.”
Grabbing the flogger, he dangled the leather strips across her sex, teasing her clit, and he could feel her straining to control her orgasm. He slid the rigid handle inside her and stroked her several times as he placed his hand on the small of her back. With each slow, measured stroke of the rigid handle inside her, he knew any moment she would cum and he pushed her limits of restraint. He withdrew the flogger before flipping her over quickly on her back,
He held the rigid end of the flogger up to her mouth. “Lick it clean mia bel, taste how sweet your nectar is, taste how much you want me.” As her tongue snaked out, he damn near came himself, watching the erotic motion of her mouth around the rigid shaft of the flogger. He lifted her leg and put her booted heel in his mouth before kissing the boots all the way up, past her knee and onto the bare white skin of her inner thigh. He knew both of them were on the edge.
Kate felt his tongue caress her skin and the fire between her legs was
unbearable. She was past rules. She couldn’t think about rules. She reached for him, hands tangled in his hair, as she pleaded. “Lover...master...I am begging you...please...fuck me now.”
His beast reared his head in acknowledgment and Shade was on his knees between her legs. He pushed hard into her as she wrapped her legs around his hips. He growled, looking down into her beautiful face. Leaning over her, he kissed her.
“My beautiful sweet rosso, you have pleased your master beyond his imagination.” Pulling back, he thrust into her one more time and held again, whispering against her lips.
“Are you asking permission to cum, bel? It would please your master to make you cum. Cum hard for me.”
He began to ride her hard and fast, and he felt his balls tighten as he pulled her close to his body and kissed her like the moon kissed the stars and they came together like volcanoes erupting, never-ending waves of fire rolling over them. She was crying out, her body shaking and spent, as she convulsed over and over with the pleasure he brought to her. He held her tightly to him as he cradled her and rocked her in his arms.
“My sweet, sweet bel, you have done so well. I am your master, and I love you with all my heart. I will always take care of you, protect you, and love you till the end of eternity. Ti amo per sempre.”
Shade picked her up in his arms and carried her to their bed. He lay with her in his arms, holding her tight. He was her master, and beyond anything else that happened, she must always know he was always her lover and her mate. Feeling her body relax, there were no words between them, for there were none to be said. In his heart and soul, he wanted her to know she was his love for all eternity.
His hands gently slid through her hair, he touched her tenderly, rubbing her back, and holding her against his chest. He wouldn’t let go.
“My sweet bel, you have brought me so much happiness, so much pleasure. I hope I have taught you well, that in being your master, I will always dominate, but that in no way diminishes you. You are my mate, my partner in all things. Your voice will be heard, and I will honor your opinion, but in all things, I will rule. Contradict me only in private, and I will show you honor and respect in all things. You only make my love grow for you. Every minute, I love you more. You are my weakness when I am strong and my strength when I am weak.”
Did he know she would crawl on her hands and knees over broken glass to get to him? Did he know she’d walk across burning coals to get to him? Master was pleased, and that brought her the greatest pleasure of all.
“Hold me, lover...don't let go. You lead, and I will follow.”
“I will never let go, mi amore. Never! Now you need to rest, this has been an emotional night filled with things you have never experienced. Rest easy knowing I will not leave you. My arms will protect you. I love you, bel. You are mine for all eternity. Come to me in your dreams. Let me dance with you there, in the beautiful moonlight, as the stars shine upon us. Our union will never be broken.”
Kissing the top of her head, he already felt her asleep on his chest, where she belonged, where he needed her, as he entered her dreams.
38
Shade walked the cold rainy night, his heart was full, but his soul ached for her, to touch her. He patrolled G-town and the neighborhood around Alec’s house, making his rounds, as he did every night he was on duty in the Dead House. He hated leaving bel after last night, but this was who he was, what he was. He’d grant her much leeway. He understood his vampire culture was a patriarchal one, and females had always been secondary to males, and submissive to their mates. But times had changed, and their culture must change with it. Kate needed to learn he was her master, and he protected her, and he hoped she’d never be exposed to the baser elements of their culture. She needed to feel him, and respond to his commands, just as a warrior would do, as it was for her own safety. And what better way to teach her than last night?
He tuned his senses to her and he could hear her singing to herself as she worked in their home. He could picture her there arranging furniture, hanging art, and opening boxes that contained all the things she had purchased for their home. Every morning when he got home, he saw the transformation and the results of all her efforts to make that house their home. He walked into an alley between a long row of townhouses, leaned against the wall and lit up a smoke, closing his eyes to listen. Her voice in his head only made him ache for her, but the sooner he got done with this watch, the sooner he’d be back in her arms.
The rogue vampire activity remained sporadic and unpredictable, and although he knew these warriors could probably handle it, he still needed to be out there on the streets, setting an example. He stomped out the cigarette with the toe of his boot and took flight across the rooftops of G-town. He sent her a telepathic message from his heart. “Ti amo, mi amore, per sempre.”
Moving through the night, the rain started coming down hard and he hated standing watch. He had assigned Alec’s neighborhood to himself, so he pulled up his collar as he ducked his head, the rain running down his neck. Suddenly, Tomas was screaming in his head that he had two runners. Sensing his location, Shade was there within seconds, dropping down out of nowhere on the two rogues. He took on one and they stalked each other, waiting to see who made the first move. The rogue came at him fast, but Shade flipped over his head, his beast already out as his fangs were bared and he was ready for attack.
Dropping down behind the rogue, Shade felt the other vamp land on his back. Shade shrugged the vamp free from his shoulders and in one quick stroke, he swung his blade and the first rogue’s head rolled across the wet pavement. The rogue’s body dropped lifeless to the ground, his head left his body so quickly Shade noticed the surprised look that was frozen on the severed head. One down, one to go. He swung around quickly, looking for the vamp that had clung to his shoulders and caught a quick glimpse of Tomas, taking on two rogues at a time. Shade moved to join him, when he was suddenly aware of a burning sensation in his thigh and realized he’d been struck. Whipping around, it was the rogue who’d tried to attack him earlier. The rogue had thrown a shuriken that sliced through his thigh, and he was now approaching with his sword drawn. They circled each other slowly, each looking for an opening when Tomas shouted out something unintelligible, and the rogue looked in Tomas’s direction. Shade took advantage of the rogue’s momentary distraction, and swung his sword, removing the rogue’s arm in a single slice. Arm and sword fell to the ground, as the rogue’s blood mingled with the rain. The rogue was scrambling to pull shuriken’s from his leathers with his remaining hand when Shade stuck, and again a rogue’s head rolled. Without hesitating, he turned back to help Tomas, only to find him standing over two bodies, smiling back at him.
Tomas shouted at him, “Come down off the killer high, fratello, we’re good.”
Sitting down on the pavement, Shade was blood-splattered and on an adrenaline high. Tomas walked up and crouched beside him, advising him to get that wound tended to, as he was losing blood fast. Looking down, Shade’s jeans ran red and the gash was deep and long. Cazzo, bastard cut me good! It wasn’t the first time he’d taken a deep cut, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last, but this time was different. He had somewhere to go, and someone to heal him.
Tomas helped Shade up and made sure he could make it back to the Dead House before losing too much blood. Once they were safely inside, Tomas continued to argue that he needed to stay and feed from one of the other warriors, but that wasn’t going down with Shade.
He needed bel rosso, her blood would heal him. Taking flight, he teleported home and stood outside in the dark. He wondered how in the hell he was going to explain his condition to her. Walking inside, his vision became fuzzy and he prayed he didn’t drop before he could clean up.
Making his way into the house from the patio door, he maneuvered around the newly placed furniture. He developed tunnel vision, seeing only a small pinpoint of light as he watched everything fade away. He could feel the blood still oozing from the large gash and his energy an
d strength draining away with it. He needed her.
He stumbled to his knees and crawled, dragging his injured leg. He felt no pain in his thigh, just the agony of needing her nourishing blood to heal him. He was breathing heavily and knew she was in the house, but where? He tried to call for her, but it was useless, he was losing energy too fast. He crawled slowly up the staircase and into their bedroom where he tried to stand, but was too weak and crashed against the wall and slid down, leaving a bloody streak against the wall as he fell. His breath was raspy, he was bleeding out and she wasn’t here. He tried one last time, on the edge of this black abyss, to call for her, his voice barely coming out a whisper as the darkness surrounded him.
“Kate.”
***
Kate was working in the kitchen, cleaning and putting things away after the construction had been completed. She had to laugh to herself. She never cooked much for herself, and he ate no human food. This beautiful kitchen wouldn’t see much action. She thought she heard a thud from upstairs, and she paused. She felt a momentary panic because she knew she was alone here. She stood still and listened again and then felt more than heard him faintly call her name. She dropped the cookware to the floor where it landed with a loud clatter and she ran barefoot, as fast as she could, through the house and up the stairs, following a trail of blood. She ran to their bedroom where she found him, slumped against the wall, and covered in blood.
She dropped to her knees beside him. “Shade, tell me what to do.”
She got no response from him as he lay close to unconsciousness. She applied pressure to the gaping wound in his leg. She didn’t understand. She’d watched his wounds heal before her eyes. He’d lost too much blood, and she knew he must feed from her, but he wasn’t alert enough, not awake enough to take from her. Panic flew through her as she fought to gain control. She was losing him!