Her Vampire Bad Boy

by Trim, Brenda

  When her hand flies to cover her mouth, the towel wrapped around her waist falls to the floor. I blur to her side and catch her shriek with a press of my lips. She’s not seen me move that fast yet. Or rather, not seen me move. Humans can’t track a vampire when we blur. We move too fast for their eyes to follow.

  “How’d you get here so fast?” she blurts as she pants for breath. Her racing heart is a siren’s song, making me hunger for her even more.

  “Is that how you address me?” I ask with a lift of my eyebrow.

  A furrow appears between her eyebrows as she thinks about my question. In a second it disappears, and a smile lifts her mouth. “Sir.”

  The sultry tone of her voice makes me forget my irritation. “I blurred. It’s a vampire trait,” I explain and kick the towel away from us.

  Her eyes remain locked on mine. “Vampire trait. I should have guessed. What are the plans for tonight, sir?” she asks. Her body heats, warming me as I stand with my hands on her hips.

  Taking her hand in mine, I lead the way toward the door. “We’re going to my playroom before we head to Club Toxic to meet with Lucius.”

  “I can’t leave without any clothes on,” she shrieks.

  A free finger goes to my ear and rubs the ache her shrill voice caused. I let her improper address slide and focus on the fear coursing through her veins. It makes my hard shaft pulse in my loose pants. “I like the view,” I tell her as I start walking again. “Besides, there is no one else in the house. We will put clothes on before we leave, but first I have plans for you, kitten.”

  Her hand returns to mine and we walk down the hall. “What are we going to do in the uh…playroom?”

  I release her hand and wrap an arm around her shoulders. “You explored while I slept.”

  Her head jerks up and then she sucks her lower lip between her teeth. She nibbles on the flesh for several seconds and doesn’t realize we’ve arrived at the room. With her focus still on me, her hands go together in front of her body. “I didn’t mean to intrude on your space. I was curious, so I looked around, but I didn’t take anything.”

  “You were aroused,” I inform her and turn her so that she faces the room. A shiver runs through her entire body. My hands rub from her shoulders then down her arms to land on her waist.

  “I blame that on what you did to me last night,” she replies as she tilts her head back and meets my gaze.

  Her eyes darken with her desire. My little kitten is eager for more. “I plan to do so much more tonight,” I promise her.

  With a gentle nudge, I push her into the room. She moves hesitantly and stops altogether in the middle of the room. Continuing on, I go to the armoire and pick up the butt plug she looked at earlier.

  Turning back to her I hold the glass object up. “Come here, kitten,” I command and watch as she walks while biting one of her thumb nails.

  “What did you think of this one?”

  She pauses next to me and I catch scent of her arousal. Looking down I glimpse the hair between her legs has the barest glint of moisture. Briefly I wonder what I would find if I ran my finger between her slick folds.

  “I don’t know. It doesn’t look like a dick so I’m not sure what it’s used for.” This woman never ceases to amaze me. She’s open and eager despite being sheltered her entire life.

  “This,” I say and run the glass bulb up her bare arm, “is a butt plug, kitten. You will enjoy this when I fuck you into oblivion.”

  I smile at her wide eyes and open mouth. “No way. That’s not happening. You can’t put that thing there.”

  Keeping the glass on her skin, I walk around so I am standing behind her. I pause and lower my mouth to her neck and place an open mouth kiss to her flesh. My fangs scrape over her jugular before lifting my lips to her ear. “I will fuck you in the ass with this while my cock pounds your pussy, kitten. That’s a promise. And, you’re going to beg for more when I’m done.”

  The acrid scent of her fear increases, making me want her more than ever. Her mouth opens to rebuke my vow and I cut her off. “We will work up to this, kitten. Now, get on your knees.”

  She swallows and lifts her shoulders back before going to her knees in front of me and lowering her head. Such a good little submissive. I cross to the armoire and place the plug back on the shelf and pick up the flogger.

  Her eyes lift to mine with an open look I’ve never seen from anyone before. I’ve fucked my share of women, most of them submissives, but I’ve never been with anyone so trusting.

  Her eyes lower to my chest then travel down my exposed flesh and stop at the tent pole I sport between my legs. The way her cheeks turn pink and her eyes move to the side, but never fully leave my erection tells me a lot.

  Not only is she a virgin, but she’s likely never seen a man naked before. The primal, possessive vampire within rages to the fore wanting to claim Harper. This woman is untouched. Shouldn’t be touched by another male for the rest of her life.

  Not going to happen, asshole. You’re a vampire, she’s human. You don’t belong together.

  The reminder sits like a brick in my chest as I push my silk bottoms down and stand before her in my throbbing glory. Her eyes are glued to my cock and her tongue runs over her lips. Kicking the material aside, I step closer to her and grab my shaft.

  I pump the stiff flesh once and bring the tip to the corner of her lips. “Suck it into your mouth, kitten.”

  Her head shakes back and forth, but her tongue sneaks out and licks across the tip. A grunt escapes me as pleasure swamps me. Her tongue is followed by her lips. When her mouth closes around me I force my hips to remain still so I don’t ram it down her throat.

  Her inexperience is obvious, but she manages to drive me crazy anyway. “Close your lips around me and suck. Ahhh. Yes. Just like that.” My hips loosen and start sending my dick to the back of her throat. When I hear her choking, I pull out and lift her by the arm.

  “I’ll never get better if you don’t let me suck you off,” she complains. I stop and raise an eyebrow as I look back at her. “Sir,” she tacks on.

  “You’ll get more practice later. I’m going to introduce you to my whipping bench now, kitten.”

  Her scent flares, filling the entire room. The flogger still in my hand, I gesture to the padded bench off to the side. She crawls to it without my even asking and I nearly come right fucking then.

  She’s got a submissive soul, but she’s not a doormat. She has more backbone than most men I know. Without waiting for further instruction, she stands up and waits next to it. I grab the cuffs I used on her last night on my way and enjoy the way her legs shuffle and press together.

  “Bend over and let your arms dangle in front of you,” I command with a husky voice.

  Harper nods and immediately lays her upper body over the black leather. Her legs instinctively widen, exposing her dripping core to my view. Her folds glisten in the low lighting and more fluids weep out by the second.

  “Fuck, your pussy looks delicious,” I tell her honestly.

  Her hips wiggle and her chest lifts slightly. My hand is in motion and the flogger slaps her pert ass and lips a second later. She cries out, but it quickly turns into a moan. She watches over her shoulder as I lower to my haunches right behind her.

  My cock points right at her ass. I don’t allow myself to think about how one day I will fuck her ass with my cock and a butt plug. There’s no future for us, so I can’t say how long I will enjoy her company.

  My shoulder nudges her inner thigh, making them spread wider. My mouth goes to her dripping core while my hands secure her ankles to the bench. I want her spread for my enjoyment.

  “Holy crap. Don’t stop,” she begs.

  My mouth lifts from her pussy and I take a spot behind her, allowing my cock to run through her slit as I lean over her back to whisper in her ear. “I’m in charge here, kitten. You will get your pleasure as I give it to you. And, you will not come unless I give you permission.”

 
Her head is bobbing up and down. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good girl,” I say and reward her with a pinch to her nipples. Standing up again and taking a few steps away from her body, I lift my arm and swing. The force I use is minimal and doesn’t leave any marks on her skin as I warm her up.

  The second her hips move and shift back I know she’s ready for more. I increase the force and twist my wrist. The next blow lands on her backside while the tails lash her pussy. The strands are wet when I pull them away.

  Several more lashes later and she’s panting and begging, “I need to come. Please, Sir.”

  I drop the whip and move behind her. One hand goes to her slit while the other goes to a breast. My fingers push through her moisture and go straight for her clit. “Come for me, baby. All over my hand,” I tell her and pinch her sensitive nub.

  Her back stiffens and her upper body lifts. I insert a finger in her channel and bring my other hand to continue rubbing her clit. Her head goes back, and she cries out as her inner muscles clamp down on my finger.

  Before her climax wanes, I remove my finger and position the head of my cock at her entrance then shove inside her body to the hilt. My balls draw up tight and my spine tingles.

  I’m about to climax with one thrust. That’s never happened before. My body takes over and keeps my hips moving. Within seconds my climax is forced out of me. “Fucking hell,” I curse.

  Harper is tense beneath me and I realize her blood is tinging the air. She was a fucking virgin. “Give me a minute, kitten. The pain will pass.”

  “It’s not over? But you already had an orgasm,” she says with pained breath.

  “What do you know about men and orgasms?” I tease her as I try to rein in my spiraling desire to pound her until I come again and again.

  “Well, uh, I heard men only have one orgasm and then it’s over. At least that’s what my friends always complain about.” My hands pinch and tweak her clit and nipples alternately. Her pain decreases and her hips start moving.

  “For humans maybe, but I’m a vampire, baby. And I am prepared to fuck you all night long,” I promise.

  “Oh…oh,” she exclaims as I pull out and thrust my hips forward in a quick, shallow movement. “That feels good.”

  I withdraw from her body and hurry to my armoire. I ignore her objections as I see her blood covering my cock. The sight has my fangs punching through my gums. I grab the vibrating metal butt plug and return to her side before she begs too much.

  My hand smooths over one of her ass cheeks and I turn on the vibrator. Her head tilts to one side and she watches me. I smile as I place my shaft back at her entrance then slide back inside.

  Her muscles quiver around my erection, making me moan long and loud. Bringing the vibrator to her clit, I press it over the bundle of nerves. Her back arches and she cries out.

  The tight clench of her inner muscles tells me she is close to another climax. “Not yet, kitten. Don’t you dare come until I tell you.”

  “Are you going to spank me if I do, Sir?”

  I smile as I smack her ass several times making the flesh jiggle and heat under my palm. I move the plug to the pucker between her ass cheeks and press it to the outside.

  Her gasp is followed quickly by a moan. Her hips retreat, trying to get away from the toy. I’m too aroused to be shocked when I return the vibrating metal to her clit instead of invading her ass like I want.

  Ensuring my partners enjoy our encounters is always at the top of my list of concerns. It makes their blood sweet, but their fear sweetens it even more, so it’s not often that I fail to take an action that will heighten that emotion.

  Actually, I’ve never bypassed an opportunity to sweeten a dinner’s blood.

  The second the device is moved away Harper moans and starts moving her hips again. Her hands hang down in front of her like I’ve ordered, but her fists are clenching and unclenching in time with her inner muscles.

  Leaning over her back, I press kisses to the column of her neck. Her head automatically tilts to the side giving me better access to her throat. I press the butt plug to her clit and pinch a nipple while thrusting in and out of her.

  My name leaves her lips as her orgasm is ripped from her. My fangs sink into the flesh of her neck while her pussy squeezes me. My hips move faster when the sweetest blood I’ve ever tasted hits my tongue.

  My eyes roll back in my head and my orgasm shoots from my cock in a geyser, flooding Harper. My hips never stop while I propel her into another orgasm and continue feeding on her exquisite blood.

  Energy unfurls in my stomach and spreads like wildfire throughout my body. I’ve never tasted anyone like Harper. I no longer care what makes her blood different. All I can think is that I want it all.

  My mouth and throat work while I try to coax another climax from her body. Her arms now hang limply at her sides and her heart is no longer racing. It’s her slowing heartbeat that finally breaks through the bloodlust and has me lifting my head.

  Harper is draped over my bench, not moving a muscle and barely breathing. I jump back and undo the cuffs around her ankles. She slides off the bench and falls into my arms.

  I pick her up and cradle her to my chest. Her pale face is gaunt and her mouth hangs slack.

  “No, no, no, no,” I chant as I bite into my wrist. I’ve taken too much blood and nearly killed her. I can’t turn her, and it pisses me off. Thankfully, vampire blood has healing properties that will help her recover quickly.

  Mentally kicking my own ass, I hold my bleeding wrist above her mouth and allow several drops to fall into her mouth. It’s several anxious seconds later when she sighs and turns her head into my chest.

  My normally dead heart is pounding so hard and fast in my chest I swear it’s going to burst through. I push her hair from her face and take her to my bathroom to give her a shower.

  I don’t have time to delay. Lucius is expecting us within the hour. I need answers from him for Harper’s safety. She can’t stay with me any longer or I might end up killing her. Ordinarily that wouldn’t bother me, but the thought of her dying makes my gut clench and my chest twist.

  Chapter 8

  Harper

  “I feel different.” The words are out of my mouth before I can recall them. I still can’t believe that I just had sex for the first time, and it was with a vampire.

  “Sex does that,” Liam replies.

  “I expected darkness to consume me or something.”

  Liam chuckles and shakes his head, sending water flying. “You were consumed by me.” His voice turns husky and his cock hardens.

  Heat creeps up my neck and I lower my head to hide the blush. “My entire life I was taught I would go to Hell if I had intercourse or engaged in sexual activity before marriage. And yet, there is no hint of pending doom in my sore body. There isn’t anything vile or evil about the act.”

  I’m struck by how sad and wrong my parents and their church teachings are for young adults. I was wholly unprepared for what to expect. I’d heard from friends that the first time hurts, so I expected the pain, but not the pleasure. Or how close it made me feel to Liam.

  My knowing told me Liam’s patience and attention to me made all the difference. He made sure I got pleasure while he took his. And his bite propelled me higher. Every draw on my neck made my core pulse.

  Perhaps that is what made me feel so close to him. He took part of me into his body while I took him into mine.

  With a finger, Liam nudges my head up and under the hot water. “Like so many parents, yours tried to control you through fear. Fear is an effective deterrent, but it is often deceptive and hides the truth. Sex is a natural, necessary act.”

  I nod my head, enjoying the way he rubs my back and arms. I get lost in the sensations and can’t help but wonder if that feeling of closeness is normal when having sex with someone or if it’s because he is a vampire. Should I feel like our souls connected? Should I want to make a future with him regardless of the fact that we are too d
ifferent to make it last?

  One thing I am very clear on is that I want to do that again with him. I contemplate stepping out naked and enticing him to play more. My core aches in the best way but doesn’t deter from my arousal.

  Initially when Liam bent me over the bench and secured my ankles, I wasn’t sure I could go through with it. But one touch and I was putty. His expert hands moved over me, heightening my pleasure, making me wet and ready within seconds. His countless years of experience have made him good at pleasuring a woman. I wonder what else he can show me.

  My blood heats and my core clenches with the thoughts running through my head. The increase in pain when my inner muscles quake reminds me that I am new to sex and need to take it slow.

  “You’re making it difficult to keep my hands to myself.” Liam’s words highlight how different he is from an ordinary man. Of course he knows I’m aroused. He’s a vampire with a super sniffer.

  I’m still not freaked out by that fact. Liam has done nothing but make me feel safe which allowed me to be open to the experience and let go.

  “Sorry. I can’t help it.”

  “Later.” The promise excites me even more. I was going to ask him to take me to his playroom at least one more time before he walks out of my life. Right now the Vampire King is waiting for us.

  Twisting the faucet, I turn off the water and grab a towel outside the stall and wrap it around my body. Life took a major detour somewhere if I am heading to meetings with mythical kings.

  How is this possible? And why am I not freaking out more? I don’t bother trying to figure it out again. I trust my knowing, and Liam. Nothing he’s done suggests he will turn me over to become dinner for the King or anyone else. I trust him to keep me safe.

  “I have no clothes to wear,” I tell Liam as I stand in the bathroom and realize all I have are the pajamas and underwear I washed using his washing machine and dryer earlier. I can’t go to a meeting in loose cotton pants and a tank top. “Or shoes,” I add.