Her Vampire Rebel

by Zenia, Zara

  “I see you’ve figured out that the scene was just a prelude to the evening, pet.” He smiles. “See anything you like?”

  I look around the room. Many things I’d seen at the club, but a few I hadn’t. He’s got a Saint Andrew’s Cross, a spanking bench, similar to the one at Club Toxic, as well as a padded barrel horse, there’s another one, though, that has a dildo attached to it and looks like it moves. There is also a bondage wheel and a padded table, with Velcro straps and an open vee section for the legs.

  “Several things, sir.”

  “What would you like to try tonight?”

  “The table?” I say, looking at it. “Sir.”

  “Very well, pet.” He smiles and switches the butterfly off and then moves toward me. “The table requires no clothes.” He undresses me and sits me on the table before removing the butterfly. “Turn around on your knees, pet.”

  I do as he asks, and then feel him remove the plug. I almost feel naked without it. He sets it aside and comes back to me, striping off his own shirt. I’m still on my knees as he hasn’t told me to move. He grips my waist like I weigh nothing and turns me over, sliding my ass to the very edge of the table and then spreads my legs, strapping them down.

  “Up for a little more blood play, pet?”

  I nod. “Yes, sir. May I watch this time?”

  “Yes you may,” he says giving my pussy a pat. “Lie back.”

  I lay down, and he adjusts my hips making sure he can reach my pussy and ass, and then proceeds to pull straps across my body. One across my hips, one across my stomach, one under my breasts and one across the top of my breasts. My arms are pinned at my sides, my palms flat against the table, and my wrists cuffed, so I can’t lift my hands at all. My head is on its own smaller section of the table, so if he were to want to, he could have access to my mouth.

  “Safe word, pet?”

  “Green, sir.”

  He nods and then gets his bag of tricks. “We’ll start with sensory play and move to blood.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He pulls out a feather and traces it over my nipples, so softly that it sends a wave of pleasure through me, then he moves down my body, barely gliding it over my pussy. My body is so hyper aware of everything he’s doing. Next, he goes to the wall and chooses a flogger with long strips of leather and starting at my top brings it down on my chest. I gasp at the sting, but I’m getting wetter. He snaps it again, a little harder across my stomach and then over my pussy and then my legs and back up my body again.

  He sets that flogger aside and choses a crop with a wide end, and then flicks it across one nipple and then the next, each series of toys brings out different stings of pleasure and pain. As the crop hits my clit, I gasp out, “Oh, sir!”

  “Again, pet?” he asks.

  “Please, sir,” I say, breathing hard.

  He brings it down several times, and I am reminded of our session in the club. I can see his erection in his pants, and he catches my gaze. “Hmmm, I think maybe I need to fill that mouth of yours.” He walks to the end of the table by my head and makes an adjustment, lowering my head so it’s like I’m upside down. He unzips his pants, and says, “Open up, pet.”

  I do as he says, and gripping his cock, he rubs his tip over my lips as he brings the crop down on my clit. He fills my mouth and slowly moves in and out of my mouth as he flicks the crop against my nipples and clit. I am so hot, and my body is so on fire, I can’t even think.

  He pulls out for a moment and says, “Safe word, pet?”

  “Green, sir,” I pant against his cock.

  “Good girl. Another minute.” He pushes his cock back in my mouth at a fast pace now, and he brings the crop down several more times on my clit, and it’s pulsing. Finally, he pulls out of my mouth again and then raises my head. “Such a delightful mouth you have, pet.”

  “Thank you, sir.”

  He takes his pants off fully and moves to his bag, taking out the blade and the wheel with the pointed edges he uses for blood play. Returning to me, he slides his finger into my folds and then runs the wheel over my pussy. There’s no pressure, so it doesn’t hurt. He does it again, this time a little harder, and I gasp softly. The third time is deep enough that it draws blood but I’m ready for it. He dips down and sucks on the little wounds. “Still green?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  He runs the wheel over again and sets it down, moving to a shelf and grabbing a thick, vibrating dildo. He turns it on and presses it to my ass, sliding it in easily. Then he slides two fingers into my pussy and runs the wheel over it again with his other hand, and I scream.

  “Oh, god-sir!”

  He moves up and runs it over my chest, decorating me with little pin pricks as he moves his fingers in my pussy. I’m straining against the bands of Velcro now, my body wanting to arch against his hand, but I’m held tightly in place. He grins as he runs the wheel over my sensitive nipples and down between my breasts to my pussy again. By the time he’s finished, I’m so ready to explode that I can’t even think.

  The next thing I know, he’s pushing his hard cock into my pussy and ripping the bands of Velcro off me as he lifts me toward him. My arms go around his neck, and my fingers dive into his hair as he thrusts into me. His mouth is on my neck, and then with a lick, he says, “Come for me, pet!” and bites my neck, sucking hard, and I scream with pleasure as I dive head first into the orgasm that has me shivering so hard that I black out from the intense waves of pleasure.

  I wake up a little bit later on a soft cotton pillow and realize I’m in bed. His bed. We aren’t in the basement anymore, we’re now in his bedroom.

  “Ah, there you are, pet. How do you feel?” he asks, propped up on his elbow as if he’s been watching me.

  I smile. “Good, sir.” I look down at my breasts still decorated in the little pricks from the wheel and grin. “That was…amazing.”

  He brushes the hair from my forehead and tucks it behind my ear, and I realize that my hair is no longer in a bun, he’s taken it out. “You’re sure?”

  I nod. “Yes, sir.” I blush and look up at him. “How long was I passed out for?” I ask.

  “About thirty minutes. Once your orgasm passed, you were breathing fine, so I brought you up here, cleaned you up and made you comfortable.”

  “Thank you, sir.” I reach a hand up toward his face, and then ask, “May I touch you, sir?”

  He smiles. “Pet, that is not something you need to ask unless we are in a scene or you are restrained in some way.”

  I cup his cheek and look into his eyes. “Thank you. These last few days with you have been the best days of my life. I’ve… I’ve never felt this way with anyone, sir.”

  “James.” He smiles.

  “Sir?” I look at him curiously.

  “When we are like this, in aftercare, call me James.”

  I grin. “James,” I say a bit huskily.

  He leans in and kisses me as moonlight streams in over us from the windows. His kisses become more fevered, and he moves down, licking where he bit me before. It feels tender, and I raise a hand, touching the spot, a smile on my face.

  “James, you bit me,” I whisper with a grin.

  “I did…”

  Something about the huskiness in his voice and the gleam in his eyes makes my toes curl and my stomach tighten. I whisper, “Do it again?”

  He chuckles and kisses me, rolling on top of me and sliding his cock into my folds. I arch into him, and we spend the next hour making love. Before we finish, right as he says, “Come for me, pet,” he bites me, and I crash over that blissful edge of oblivion again.

  The next time I wake, I’m in my own bed, with James tucking me in. I blink up at him, trying to remember how we got here, but my mind is a blank.

  He smiles at me. “I wondered if you would wake before I left, pet. I am glad you did. I’ve left a bottle of water on your nightstand. You probably need to eat soon too. I may have gone a bit overboard on the blood play.”

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bsp; I smile and touch my neck, feeling the holes there. “Maybe, but it was… deliciously blissful, sir.”

  “James,” he says with a chuckle.

  I laugh. “James.”

  “Get some rest, pet. I shall text you later tonight.”

  “Tonight?” I glance at the clock and realize it is going on five a.m. “Oh,” I say with a laugh.

  “Tonight. Take it easy today, okay? Rest and eat and pamper yourself a little.”

  “I will,” I say as I remember I work tonight. “I have an afternoon class, and I have to go into my job at five.”

  “You still need to send me your schedule, pet, so I am aware. Do it today.”

  “Yes, sir.” I grin, stretching beneath my covers.

  “I need to go,” he says and kisses me quickly. “Go back to sleep, at least for a little while.”

  “Yes, sir, goodnight, sir.”

  “Goodnight, pet, I will see you soon.” And then he disappears through my bedroom door, and I hear the apartment door close behind him.

  As I drift off to sleep, I am bothered by the thought that if Marvin does come here to Tucson, I could lose the best thing in my life. James. And even though sometimes I get the feeling like I am prey to James, as if he were a real predator, it’s not the same as it was with Marvin. With Marvin, I was always scared and always hurt in bad ways. James makes me feel safe, even when I probably should be a little scared. The blacking out has me a bit worried, but I know deep down that James would never harm me. My dreams are filled with Marvin finding out that I’m with James and him harming James in some way. The dreams are so dark that I wake up scared to even contact James because Marvin may be watching me in some way.

  Chapter 17

  James

  As I climb into bed, I worry about how close I came to exposing myself to Carolyn. I’d had no intention of biting her that second time, but she’d asked, and I couldn’t bring myself to deny her. I knew in the heat of the moment, my eyes had shifted from their normal brown to red and that instinct had kicked in when I bit her the second time. I’d had to will myself out of the bloodlust in order not to drain her. Something I’d sworn long ago never to do to anyone.

  As I’d carried her home, the only thought I had was that I’d need to take those memories of me from her, delete my number from her phone… make it seem as if I were never in her life in order to protect her. But as I’d set her down in her bed and looked at the blissful smile upon her lips, I couldn’t do it. Something about her had gotten under my skin, into my heart. I realized in that moment I cherished her.

  I am in too deep to change things now, I think as I drift off to sleep.

  When I wake, it’s late, and the sun has already set. I take a shower, and my mind plays back over the previous night. It brings a smile to my lips. I’ve never had a sub so responsive, so in tune with me. In the past, I had never considered a permanent sub. There were a few that I’d engaged with more than once, but rarely within the same week, generally it was months before I would engage with that particular sub again. This thing with Carolyn is different. I am having thoughts of keeping her. Buying her a collar and making her mine and mine alone.

  As I dress, I feel the need to come clean with her. Tell her who I am, what I am. Explain everything. Typically we do not expose ourselves to humans. They have no idea we exist. The few humans who participate in blood play think it’s all an act. That our fangs are fake, created for ‘play’. They have no idea the predators they have in their midst.

  Deciding I need to think about it more, what I will need to say and how to say it so not to scare her off, I turn my phone off. I head into the garage and start working on the few orders that I’ve had. I work for a while on those and then get in some work on the iron sheets I want to install in the house over the windows. I work late into the night and drop into bed before the sun rises.

  Friday evening, I awake with the need to see her. I feel bad about not texting her as I said I would yesterday. Turning my phone back on, I don’t see a text from her, which bothers me, as I had told her to send me her schedule. Perhaps she had been more out of it than I thought. I should have just kept her here and watched over her. Not allowed her to go to school and work and made sure she was all right. Now I am worried that something happened to her.

  Pet, I’m sorry I did not text you last night. I was working and time got away from me. I would like to see you. I hope you are well after our night together. Text me your schedule, so I can plan our activities around it.

  I hit send and wait for her to answer, but no answer arrives. Frowning, I set the phone aside and shower. I check it again when I get out, but still, there is no answer. Perhaps the text didn’t go through? Perhaps it got lost in cyberspace? Sitting down on the bed, I decide to call her and hit her number.

  The phone rings several times and then her voicemail picks up. It’s not even her voice, but a computer voice telling me, “You know who you’ve reached. I’m not available right now. Leave me a message.”

  “Pet, I hope all is well. You haven’t answered my text, and I am worried. Please call me back as soon as you can,” I say and hang up.

  Growling, I dress and head out to the garage to work on the rest of the iron sheets I need to install in the house.

  * * *

  Saturday night, I still haven’t heard from Carolyn, and she hasn’t answered any of the texts I’ve sent. I head over to Club Toxic, thinking perhaps I will find her there. If I do, I’m going to spank her behind for making me worry like this. I really want to know that she is well and that her ex hasn’t found her again.

  “No Carolyn tonight?” Maximus asks as I greet him at the door.

  “She isn’t here?” I frown.

  Maximus shakes his head. “Were you expecting her to be?”

  “No, I suppose not.” I head in and grab a drink at the bar and then another but stop after the two. What the hell am I doing here? Shaking my head, I set my glass down and get ready to leave. As I head for the door, I see Augustus and Bella returning from downstairs and change directions.

  “Oh, hey, you and Carolyn doing a show tonight?” Augustus asks.

  I shake my head and frown. “No, I haven’t seen Carolyn in a few days. I wanted to be sure she was well.” My gaze strays to Bella, who is looking anywhere but at me.

  “Bella?” Augustus compels her to look up at him. “Talk to Carolyn lately?”

  “She’s fine, she’s just being stubborn I guess…” she trails off and looks away again.

  I nod. “I see. Well then. I’ll see the two of you later.” Turning on my heel, I leave the club.

  * * *

  I suppose I’ve truly lost her. It’s been a week with no answer to my texts or calls. She’s avoiding me. I must have done something that scared her away. Part of me thinks that’s a good thing. But my heart aches at the loss of her, and I contemplate leaving Tucson, thinking perhaps I should go overseas.

  Still, I came to Tucson for a reason, and I did pay six months in advance on the house. Maybe over time, I’ll get over her.

  Yes, just keep telling yourself that lie. I shake my head ruefully as I head for her work to check on her. I just need to know that she’s all right, then I will let her go. Let her live her life in peace. Without me.

  I pull into her work and park next to her Blazer. I study the parking lot, checking out the different cars, and then realize I can’t just walk into the clinic and ask for her. No, I’ll have to just wait till she gets off work to check on her. I back out of the parking space and pull back onto the street. I turn into the lot next door and settle in to wait.

  Three hours later, she emerges. She looks exhausted and paranoid. I want to go to her, find out what has her so worried, but I don’t. Instead, I wait for her to get in her Blazer and pull out of the lot. I follow her to her apartment complex and park on the street as she gets out of her vehicle and heads toward the building.

  Giving her one last chance, I dial her number, but the call is quickl
y canceled, and I know she declined my call. Feeling defeated, I drive home.

  Maybe in a few hundred years, I’ll find another perfect woman for me. But the feel of Carolyn beneath me, the touch of her hand in mine, will haunt me for a lifetime.

  Chapter 18

  Carolyn

  It’s been an extremely hard week, not answering the messages from James. Every time he sends one, I have to stop myself from answering because I really want to. But I’m afraid. Last night, I could have sworn I saw his car pull into the parking lot here at work. When he didn’t come into the building, I was sad, but then thoughts of Marvin flittered through my head, and I knew it was good that he didn’t come in. I would have broken down and gone to him. But that fear is still with me. The fear of what will happen to him if Marvin finds out I’m dating him, or whatever it is… was… we were doing.

  I swallow hard and push my phone back in my purse, climbing out of my Blazer to go into work.

  “Hey, you look like crap. Is everything okay?” Linda asks from the check-in desk.

  “Yeah, just been a bad week.”

  “Well that sucks.”

  I nod. “Yeah.” I head over to my desk and sift through the files Dr. Benford left for me. We’ve had four new patients added since I was in yesterday. I read over their files and sigh. One is a fifteen-year-old with high anxiety disorder and a phobia to germs. I look at my schedule and see we are having three group sessions tonight as well as individual sessions with each of the new patients. Just thinking about it, I am already exhausted.

  After the second group session, I head to the staff break room for a quick dinner before we start round three. I sit down and pull out my phone, so tempted to call him, but then Marvin’s angered face rears up in my mind, and I put my phone away. Swallowing hard, I take a bite of my microwave dinner. My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I pull it out to see a text from Bella.