by Kitty Wilder
Despite the danger she could feel closing in on them, Lucy still felt her cheeks heat at the intimate pet name and could feel the warmth spreading through her body.
He reached up to touch her face and muttered hoarsely, his words raspy with want, “If dawn wasn’t just on the other side of the horizon, I’d have you again tonight.”
She sighed and wiggled beneath the tingling his words sent tickling through her. She looked across the room to a small clock on one of his many bookshelves and was surprised to find how quickly the night had slipped away from her. Morning would be breaking across the sky outside his heavily draped windows any moment now.
“Come,” he ordered as he rose to his feet and tugged her up with him. He clicked off the lamp and then led her by the hand through the dark living room to his bedroom.
Lucy followed obediently, knowing better than to try to pierce the shadows to see where he led. She heard a door open and then the click of another light suddenly illuminating his bedroom closet. She watched him push aside the hangers of suits and various clothing until they were parted to reveal the wall at the back. He settled his palms on it and gave it a gentle push until something clicked and a panel came loose for him to slide open.
He outstretched his hand for her to enter first and she gladly obliged, overcome with curiosity. She was surprised to find a whole other room hidden within his apartment, just big enough to house a roomy titanium coffin, complete with a few ornamental fittings decorating the outside and plush, white cushions lining the interior.
“This is where I go during the day,” he informed her. “Now you know my best kept secret.”
She approached his coffin with the same awe and enthusiasm as a child stepping into a theme park for the first time. Years of macabre fiction and fantasies of a dreamy vampire boyfriend flooded her mind, memories of all the daydreams and wishes she had made as an awkward teenage outcast before Ben had found her and replaced the imaginary, brooding figure with the stereotypical quarterback heartthrob and dragged her into a new social circle, one with polos and pastels and the feeling of never truly belonging. That part of her she had tucked away with her secret desires and the ever-increasing need for more that had eventually grown too big to smother away, was resuscitated now as she stood over John’s coffin. She touched the cool satin lining of the coffin wall and turned to his silhouette glowing with a halo of light from the false panel’s opening behind him. She bit the corner of her lip in an attempt to control the smile threatening to split her cheeks and asked meekly, “Can I sleep with you today?”
He didn’t answer.
The light behind him clicked off and she heard the panel seal them off from the rest of the world slowly beginning to stir awake to head to their daily duties while Lucy remained in the darkness of her deepest fantasies, forsaking the sun for something so good and too deliciously decadent to be tasted in the light. She felt him close to her, traces of her blood still warming his veins as his presence filled the space around her. She closed her eyes and surrendered to the pitch black of his world and let him scoop her into his arms with his heavy, smoke filled voice in her ear.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he finally replied. He gently set her down onto the soft cushions before crawling in and settling himself behind her to cradle against his chest and curl around the bend of his knees. His palm smoothed back her long wavy locks and then pulled the lid closed around them, removing them even further from the mundane of the living.
Lucy felt that any sane person would have been starting the first stages of a panic attack at being sealed away to the confined quarters where only the dead were meant to sleep, but all she felt was a calm she had never felt before washing over her. Wrapped in John’s arms and so hidden away from all the cares of the waking world, all she felt was the unexpected peace of belonging. Whether it was the macabre setting, the dangerous new world of night she was entering, or simply who she was embraced by, she felt for the first time in her life that she was exactly where she was meant to be.
“Good night, princess,” he whispered with a tender kiss behind her ear.
“I love you,” she replied.
“And I you,” he answered, before exhaustion at last claimed her and unconsciousness took them both.
Chapter 16
From a dreamless, yet peaceful sleep, Lucy woke to the pitch black of John’s coffin, still wrapped tightly in his arms cradling her to him. She sucked in a heavy breath and felt her limbs slowly unfurling to stretch as much as the tight space allowed.
“I’ll open the lid if you’re ready,” John’s voice came suddenly next to her.
“I didn’t know you were already awake,” she said and laughed after a startled jump.
“Dusk fell some time ago. You had a rough night and needed your rest.”
“I can’t believe I slept the entire day. Even with late shifts at work and night classes, I’ve never been able to sleep an entire day.”
“Perhaps you’ve also never had so much happen in one night either,” he answered.
She sighed heavily as she replayed the previous night’s events, going over every moment that had passed, and despite the fact she was waking with one less fiancé than she had the previous day, all she seemed able to focus on was John’s special kiss he had finally given her and that intimate moment they had shared.
She heard the creak of the lid and felt him step out of the open casket. He moved about the room, his footsteps landing around her, then she heard the sound of the false panel opening and he was back in the doorway, aglow with moonlight spilling in from the opened windows behind him. His silhouette returned to the side of the coffin to help her to her feet and lead her out of his secret sanctuary. She saw the heavy drapes pulled open and saw the town slowly winding down for the evening. The streets that were bustling during the day with traffic and pedestrians were quieting as shops closed and the lamp posts slowly flickered to life. The passing glow of headlights grew less frequent until the only thing left moving in the night would be creatures out of tales and legends going about their supernatural business.
Lucy felt a heavy arm wrap about her shoulders and rest on her chest as she was pulled back against one of those very legends. She felt John’s fingers tickle through her hair as he swept it aside to trail soft kisses along the curve of her ear and then felt his other arm settle around her waist. Her hands reflexively rested on his forearm under her chin and she melted back into his affection. Slowly, his arms unwound themselves from her so his fingers could begin peeling away the layers of her clothing.
“But the window,” she whispered hesitantly.
He did not entertain her reluctance, continuing his undressing of her until she was naked in his arms. His kisses returned, sucking and nibbling down her neck and bare shoulder while he filled his hands with her curves. His sighs landed heavily on her skin as he squeezed and groped his way up to her breasts and carefully stroked and pinched her nipples to blushing life until she was moaning and squirming against him.
She heard the sound of his belt unbuckling and felt him shimmy out of his pants and then pull her firmly back into his stiff erection pressing through his boxers as he continued his teasing of her sensitive breasts. His embrace tightened and his hands wandered down her soft tummy and over her round hips until they came together over her smooth mound and then dove down on either side of her lips, pinching them tightly together.
Lucy sucked in a sharp breath beneath the unique pressure and felt her clit pulse to life. Slowly, he rubbed his hands back and forth, intensifying the pressure until, without warning, he kicked her legs apart and spread her lips wide open. She fell forward against the cold glass and felt him expose her to whatever hidden eyes may have spied them from below. She moaned loudly and then, to her disappointment, felt his hands fall away.
His touch returned as his fist in her hair and then his fingers plunging into her weeping opening from behind. He tugged her back roughly so she stood upright, her legs still
widely spread, as he slid his middle and ring finger slowly in and out of her. She thought he meant to pull her close to him once more, but instead he pushed her naked body forward against the cold window so her entire front side was pressed into the glass. The fist he had in her hair turned her head to the side so that her cheek too was pressed forward.
Completely bare and open, the icy glass pressing firmly against her sensitive nipples and sending a shock through her where her tummy touched, she watched the town below, wondering if any of the sparse passersby might happen to glance up to catch the shocking sight of her imprisoned between the window and John’s wicked hands. Did someone sit peering up at them from beneath the flickering neon sign of the local pub? Could the driver of the occasional car catch the flash of their lights illuminating the framed image of her body shuddering and her hot breath fogging the glass around her? Where she had once felt embarrassment at having been caught by the custodian the night before, now she felt almost smug. They were ants scattering below the two of them, tending to their mindless tasks, empty, exhausted, missing out on the dark pleasures only John could give. If the two of them were watched, it was surely envy that filled their audience.
“Are you close, princess?” John’s ragged voice snapped her from her thoughts.
“Yes, sir,” she groaned.
“Good,” he answered as he cruelly pulled away, leaving her to catch herself on her wobbly knees.
She whined in disappointment and turned around to find his mischievous smirk and wicked gray eyes watching her.
She remembered the first night that devilish grin had awoken something in her and how she had longed to be right here beneath it, vulnerable and at his mercy. Never could she have imagined how truly delicious it was to have that dream a reality now.
“On your hands and knees in front of the bed,” he commanded.
“Yes, sir.”
“Wait for me.” He left her there, perched naked on the worn floorboards as he disappeared in the direction of the kitchen, the apartment still unlit and cloaked in enough shadow to hide his intentions.
She waited patiently, excitement in her chest for whatever was to come, but a hot ache settled between her thighs, an agonizing desire to feel any part of him inside her again.
He returned with a polished silver tray, a single wine glass and bottle on it. He entered the room and carefully set the tray down in front of her before crossing to his worn leather chair in the corner of the room and settled into it. “Bring me my meal first, and I shall see to it you have yours. On your hands and knees, using only your mouth, fill the glass and bring it to me. Any mess will earn you a punishment.”
“Yes, sir,” she replied and smiled coquettishly.
He leaned back in his chair, knees spread and hands resting on his thighs as he waited in his boxers and half-unbuttoned dress shirt.
Lucy looked back down at her task, her flirtatious confidence melting away as she realized this would be harder than it sounded. The only thing playing in her favor was the decorative netting around the unmarked bottle of what she could only assume was blood. Carefully, she bent her teeth down to grab it, but misjudged the weight distribution and spilled a large puddle across the tray and onto the floor with an audible curse. The sweet smell of wine filled her nose and she was grateful it wasn’t the real thing she was wasting. Blood was far more valuable to him than wine.
Her eyes lifted to the creak of leather as John rose to his full towering height and loomed over her. He tossed a hand towel down to her. “Clean it up. Same rules: no hands.”
“Yes, sir.” She bent her head down low to push the towel across the floor with her nose and noticed him kneel down beside her.
A squeak of shock flew out of her as she felt his hand land hard on her ass raised high in the air behind her, the loud spank echoing through the room. She steadied herself on her palms pressed firmly to the floor and tried to regain her composure as she soaked up the last of the spill on the floor, but not before another loud smack landed on the other cheek. She gasped with a loud, reflexive moan and felt the sting in her flesh stoking her desire. She moved the towel to the tray and carefully sopped up the puddle of wine on it as he brought down two more hard spanks before she was finished. Once the game was reset, he returned to his seat.
She attempted to steady her ragged breathing and focus, but she could still feel the outline of his hand hot on her skin and her toes curling in a dark desire for more.
“Do you like spankings, dear?” His dark voice filled the room once more, a hint of wicked delight in his tone.
She felt her body tingle with want at his raspy words floating over to her and answered breathlessly, “Yes, sir.”
He did not respond, instead lapsing back into silence as he intently watched her carefully line up her new approach at the netting.
This time she grabbed too high and was unable to tilt the bottle enough for anything to come out. Perhaps if she hadn’t spilled so much on her first try it could’ve worked, but she was forced to make yet another adjustment and try again. To her surprise, this final attempt worked and she held the bottle precariously between her teeth as she slowly poured its contents into the delicate crystal glass.
She could feel her heart pounding as she tilted her head back to the side to set the bottle back down on the tray. She breathed a heavy sigh of relief at having completed half of the task and took a moment to settle her nerves before turning her attention to the wine glass.
I think I could grab it by the stem, but then I’d have to keep my head cocked the whole way to him. Or just grab the lip of it. Is this even possible to do? Did he give me a task he knew couldn’t be done?
She sat back on her heels for a moment as she peered across the dark room to the imposing silhouette of the man in the leather chair watching her every move, attempting to size up his intentions, but he was inscrutable. He sat silent, patiently watching her, giving no hints or pointers.
Lucy looked back at the glass, then carefully bent down and tightly wrapped her lips around its rim and gave it a little test, lifting it off the tray just an inch or so to see if her mouth was strong enough. To her surprise, it held. With one last shaky exhale, she began to crawl her way across the bedroom floorboards. She was about halfway to him when she began to feel the moisture from her own mouth betraying her, her breath causing a thin layer of condensation and her saliva beginning to coat her lips. With each step of her hands and knees, she could feel the glass slipping. She set it down in an attempt to regain her grip, but it only made the situation worse, the entire glass now slick from her fumbling and the sloshing of the wine. Determined to go on, she grasped the edge of the glass as tightly as she could and moved quickly, trying to reach him before the inevitable spill. In her rush, she felt a few droplets of wine jump out onto her face and chin and could feel the cold red droplets slowly trickling their way down her neck. Hoping a few spilled drops wasn’t a disqualifier, she halted at John’s bare feet and looked up past his spread lap and unbuttoned shirt to find that same devilish smirk turning up the corner of his thin lips.
“Bring it to my mouth,” he instructed.
Despite the loosening grip she had on the glass, nervously she rested her hands on his knees and began to pull herself up to him. Her heart stopped as she felt the final sliver of glass between her lips slip as she was almost to her feet. Reflexively, her hands shot up to catch it, but jostled it clumsily against her breasts and tummy, dumping its contents all over herself and John’s feet.
He said nothing, simply rising back up to his full imposing height, his wicked smirk still twisting his lips as he reached up to firmly grasp her neck. Swiftly, he led her backwards towards the bed until her calves hit its frame and she tumbled onto the cloud-like duvet. With the concentration and precision of an apex predator deep in the hunt, he shrugged off the remainder of his clothing and crawled on after her. He lowered his mouth to her wine drenched tummy to taste his prey in long, slow licks, then snaked his hands under
her thighs and roughly folded her knees towards her chest, holding her legs spread as far apart as she could manage. She felt the lips of her pussy bloom open to reveal the slick nectar of her desire gathered at its center, her desperate arousal exposed. Whether or not the game he had set up for her had ever been winnable made no difference, only the fact she had enjoyed playing it, the evidence plain as day.
A low, beastly rumble came from his chest as he lowered his mouth to taste her blushing folds and lick the stray streams of wine that had dribbled past her tummy and over her mound. Her fingers curled into the bedding and her eyes fluttered closed as she let out a breathless song of sighs and moans.
She squirmed beneath his intimate kiss, shook as his soft nibbles and licks trailed up and melted into a soft suction around her clit. She groaned in sweet agony as he held her firmly pinned to the bed beneath his inhuman strength. He suckled her and then rested his tongue flat against her and firmly pressed into the swollen and pulsating bud with a slow friction back and forth until she was all but crying. Desperately, she rocked her hips against his mouth, feeling her pleasure climbing, but for every wiggle and squirm he only pressed her deeper into the mattress until she was completely immobilized beneath his tongue moving against her.
Sensing his eyes on her through the chaos, she looked down past her breasts pressed into her knees and her belly folded in on itself to where his lips closed around the crest of her labia and his piercing gaze watched her completely enrapt and unable or perhaps simply unwilling to look anywhere else. She whimpered and watched his lips pull back to show her where his tongue rested against her and she felt her body charge full speed into the climax he brought her to with only the tip of his tongue. As she felt all the heat in her body gather to the one spot and the reflexive spasms of her tunnel contracting at the wave of ecstasy that threatened to drown her, she heard John’s own moan of delight and felt his nails dig deeply into her thighs as he brought the delicate flesh back between his lips in soft suction to ensure he pulled every tingle of pleasure out of her body before letting her collapse in a sweaty, breathless, whimpering mess against his bedspread.