“Those still looks like restraints.” She objected, setting her shoes precisely on top of her folded white denim shorts.
Her voice was firm, but I could hear the undercurrent of fear in her tone. Her hands were trembling and she wouldn’t meet my gaze.
“Bailey, look at me.” I moved to stand in front of her again. I tied the first scarf to the left upper leg of the cross and gestured to it. “Look.”
She turned her head and stared.
“Slide your hand between the scarf and the cross. You are restrained only by yourself.”
She did as I asked, but slid her hand in and out several times, testing the truth of my words. Or, she was worried the scarf would suddenly tighten on its own and bind her against her will. I tied the other three scarves in place and stepped back, waiting for her to comply.
She would.
I knew she would not back down from a scarf.
A few moments later she had slipped both her wrists and ankles beneath the loosely tied scarves and watched me warily, like an animal trying to avoid a trap.
Mentally cursing her bastard of an ex, I smiled encouragingly and stepped closer again, running my hand along her arm, up to her neck, and cupping her face with my palm.
“So beautiful. Are you ready to keep going?”
She took a deep breath and nodded, tension flowing from her body. “I am.”
I tilted her chin up and stared into her deep blue eyes. There was fear, but there was also something else. Something I’d never thought to see in a woman’s eyes again after losing Elinor. Love. “Are you sure, kjaere?” She’d already said it once, but I wanted to hear it again. Needed to.
“Yes. I am yours. Now and forever.”
“I am honored by your trust. You are mine only because you choose it to be so. Just like you chose to place your hands beneath the scarves.”
Her eyes widened as she contemplated the statement. She opened her mouth to respond but then hesitated for just a second. She wet her bottom lip with her tongue and I watched, enraptured by the seductive movement.
“It wouldn’t matter if I were in cuffs, would it? One word and you would let me down.”
“Everything we do in here is your choice. You must know, I will love and treasure you all of my days. Whether your choice is to move forward now, stop in five minutes, or finish the scene I have planned.”
Her eyes watered and I leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her pink lips before continuing. “Say the word red and everything. Simply. Stops.”
I could see the understanding blooming in her eyes like a flower. She was starting to see the bigger picture. The harmony that dominance and submission could offer to a relationship was unlike anything I’d found in my long lifetime. I wanted nothing more than to share it with her, but only if she made that choice on her own.
“Why red?”
Her question brought me back to the present. I should have been focused totally on her instead of wandering through my mind. “You might beg me to stop in the heat of the moment and not mean it.” I smiled. “Pleasure can be overwhelming.”
Her eyes widened, but she nodded. “Where is the appeal for you? If I can stop everything with one protest, then … why do those women choose to be tortured? I heard that woman scream when he whipped her.”
“Min kjaereste, only a select handful of people are sadists and masochists. The larger population of people in the lifestyle enjoy a modicum of pain meant only to enhance the pleasure of intimacy. As far as the appeal …” I paused, ripping the shirt she was wearing from her body with one fluid downward motion. The fabric fluttered to the ground silently and I looked back at her horrified face. I waited instead of speaking. Either she would react well … or terribly.
“I liked that shirt.” She tried to hide it, but a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
The Dom in me roared to life at the idea that she might really enjoy what we were about to do. I’d prepped myself for the worst. For her to fall apart. To scream and storm out of the room. Anything but smile when I violently tore her shirt from her body.
“I’ll have Calliope make you another.”
“What am I going to tell her happened to it?”
“Tell her I ripped it off of you.” I slid my hands behind her back and unsnapped the hooks of the strapless, white bra she wore. It popped loose and I tossed it to the side, letting her gorgeous, creamy breasts bounce free.
“I can’t tell her that!” she shrieked, embarrassment coloring her face.
I smiled.
So cute. So innocent. So damn beautiful.
Leaning down, I took one nipple into my mouth and sucked and then the other, going back and forth until they were both erect and plump and dark. My cock strained against the jeans I was wearing, but my satisfaction would have to wait several hours.
Shrugging my shoulders, I bent a little farther, dropping to my knees, and kissed my way down to her navel. The muscles in her torso fluttered beneath my lips and little kitten-like mewls purred in her throat.
The lacy, black panties were next and tore away from her body like tissue. She protested only slightly before I slid two fingers into her wet vagina, rubbing against the front wall until she moaned even louder than before.
I teased her nipples with my free hand, pinching just hard enough to make her gasp, but pairing it with the teasing to her throbbing nubbin, she barely noticed the pain. Her head lolled forward and her fangs descended.
“Erick,” she growled.
Her voice begged for more and I was more than obliged to provide. “Yes, kjaere?” I dropped the nipple I was torturing and kneaded the soft mound of one breast and then the other. Scissoring my fingers inside her, stretching her tight muscles, I slipped a third finger inside and thrust deep.
She rocked the cross, attempting to reach for me, but the bindings stopped her. Her eyes flew open and locked with mine.
This was a moment of realization for her. Even though the restraints were loose. They were there and she’d forgotten.
Instead of fear, her blue eyes darkened with desire and she leaned forward. I rose to my feet, meeting her lips with mine. The electric tension between us exploded and I growled, pressing her hard against the cross and devouring her mouth. Her sweetness was intoxicating and I wanted nothing more than to lose myself inside her.
I pulled back. There was more. She needed this exercise more than we needed to make love.
Her moan of frustration when I pulled back made my lips curve into a smile. Then I removed my fingers from within her and she arched her hips toward me. Good.
“Erick?”
“I going to add something.”
“Okay,” she answered, her gaze flitting to the dresser, probably wondering what I was going to get.
I moved, swiftly returning to her side with a pair of vinyl coated alligator clamps. They would hold firmly without sliding around, plus the little silver chain between them would tug with every movement, reminding her she was wearing them even after the initial pain dulled.
She took one look at the clamps and closed her eyes.
Brave, little warrior.
Taking one nipple in my mouth, I sucked and nipped until it was rock hard and swollen. As I slipped the first clamp into place, I took her other nipple into my mouth. A hiss of air came out of her mouth and she lurched away from me. She whined and threatened my dick with injury under her breath.
“You will do no such thing, kjaere,” I said, my mouth still against her breast. Swirling her left nipple once more I pulled back and slipped the second clamp into place, the chain between them was just taut enough that even the slightest tug would deliver an exquisite sting.
“You are doing so good, my sweet Bailey.”
“Please, take them off,” she whimpered, leaning forward from the cross, her breasts swung back and forth beautifully, the chain catching and sparkling in the light that slipped between the mostly drawn curtains.
“Not just yet, when you are closer, I
will.”
She moaned again and closed her eyes. “Closer to what? I already feel like I’m going to come apart the second you touch me again.”
“Good, that’s exactly where I want you. Look at me, Bailey.”
Her darkened blue eyes sprang open and she bared her fangs.
“Concentrate on me, kjaere. Are you going to use your safe word or are you going to let me lick your pretty pussy until you come undone?”
Her fangs disappeared and the hateful glare disappeared into a lustful pout. I sank to my knees in front of her and admired her clean-shaven mound. I parted the folds of her sex, baring her beautiful glistening pussy. The juices of her arousal already slicked the insides of her legs. She was more than ready for me. I leaned forward and licked the inside of one thigh, savoring the sweet taste of her honey.
She rewarded my affections with a loud mewl and a thrust of her hips toward my head. Needy little thing was trying to tell me what to do. I pinched her ass hard, pushing her need to orgasm away for just a little longer.
She flinched and squeaked in surprise.
The overwhelming scent of her did me in and I caved, flicking my tongue across her clit and then thrusting it deep inside her vagina, drinking in her sweetness. I wrapped my arms around her legs and dug my fingers into the curve of her ass, pulling her even closer. Sucking her clit and lapping at her slit drove her toward a huge orgasm. I could feel the contractions rippling through her body as it prepared to implode.
Not just yet, my sweet. I could only pray she would not hate me for this next move.
I dropped my hands from her backside and moved away from her mound. The cry that tore from her throat told me I was doing an excellent job of drawing out her pleasure. By now, her entire body was heavy and throbbing, desperate for a release. Exactly how I wanted her.
It was time to work through one other thing. I knew she would never like the sound or like the bite of a whip, but I hoped a flogger could be something she found pleasure in. First I wanted to work on just the sound. Even if I never used a whip on her, I wanted her comfortable around it.
I could feel her eyes boring a hole through my back as I walked toward the dresser. My short whip was in the bottom drawer. I retrieved it and a soft leather flogger, along with a padded blindfold and turned to face her.
“What the fuck? Erick!” She snarled, pulling her hands from the scarf bindings. I blurred to her side and forced her hands back into place. “You didn’t say the safe word.”
Her mouth parted to speak. I could hear the ‘R’ in red on the tip of her tongue.
“Think carefully, kjaere. Have I hurt you?”
She relaxed her arm and a tear ran down her cheek. “You promised.” The pain in her glance tore at my heart, but I held her tightly. “But if this is what you need from me, then go ahead. I said I am yours and I meant it. Heart and soul … and body.”
Those last words nearly brought tears to my eyes. She was giving me permission to whip her. To hurt her. Something I’d promised I would never do. Something I would absolutely never do. I could see the terror she was bravely hiding behind those glassy, blue eyes. She needed to trust that I would not betray her. She did not trust in that, yet.
“Trust me, Bailey.” I caught her panicked stare and held it. Some of the fire had left her eyes, but she nodded.
“Good girl. I love you, min kjaereste. For as long as you will have me.” That admission drove the fear from her gaze and it changed into the most beautiful vision of submission I’d ever seen.
She closed her eyes and leaned back against the cross. I slipped the blindfold over her head and ran my hand down her torso. Her body arched into my touch as my hand fell lower and lower until it slipped between her wet nether lips and I slid two fingers into her slick vagina.
I held the short single tail whip in my hand. The snap would be loud enough to achieve the purpose I needed.
“You’re going to hear the whip, but it won’t touch you, kjaere. Tell me you trust me.”
“I do.”
I rubbed the inside wall of her vagina, finding just that perfect spot to bring her hovering orgasm crashing down around her. She moaned and moved with my hand.
I flicked my wrist, snapping the short whip in the air a few feet away from her. The sharp crack echoed through the room. Every muscle in her body flinched and she whimpered, but I thrust my fingers a little faster and rubbed my thumb across her clit. Her muscles clenched again, but this time it was from her arousal. She moaned and jerked at her bindings, nearly ripping through one.
Snapping the whip again, I felt her body tense and her orgasm recede again. I worked her pussy, sliding my fingers in and out, rolling her clit with my thumb. Soon she was writhing on the cross again, and by the sixth snap of the whip, her reaction to it had lessened.
The only thing on her mind was reaching the climax I kept just out of her reach. There was one more thing I wanted her to experience and associate with pleasure. The flogger.
Dropping the short whip, I leaned over and picked up the butter-soft leather flogger from where it lay on the floor by her feet. Then I removed my fingers from her core. A tortured moan rose from her shuddering body.
“One last thing, kjaere.” I drew the strands of the flogger across her stomach and watched the muscles in her body tense and then relax. She swallowed, a normal human reaction to stress, but she didn’t object or use her safe word.
I continued to feather the flogger strands across different parts of her body. Over her thighs, up her torso, across her breasts, allowing the weight of the strands to tug gently on her chained nipples.
A quick gasp was her only response. She tracked every sound and movement. Her body was completely tuned in and ready. The smell of her arousal filled the room with a sweet, heavenly scent.
A little more.
I swung the flogger and lightly swept it across her stomach, picking up a slow but steady rhythm. She didn’t flinch away and after the first few passes, began to lean into the stroke. Keeping the rhythm steady, I moved it lower giving her upper thighs a few soft swipes.
“How are you?”
“Mmmm,” she moaned and nodded her head.
Moving my arm a little higher, I flicked strands across the bottom of her breasts, dragging them across the chain, and listened to her hiss. That should have burned just a little, but instead of panic, she pulled on her bonds and a slow tortured moan rose from her chest.
The sound was like seeing the sun come out for the first time after I’d been turned. I gave her stomach a few harder passes and again across her thighs, reveling in her mewls of pleasure. More moisture glistened on the insides of her thighs and I threw the flogger to the floor.
“Min kjaereste.” I reached for the blindfold and pulled it from her face.
She blinked, adjusting to the light, and her gorgeous vampire blue eyes locked with mine. Gone was the fear. The uncertainty. She’d found her way through the blackness that pained her soul and came through cleansed and new. Her trust and submission was full and beautiful.
The contented smile that curved her lips upward warmed my heart.
It was a whole new beginning for her. For us both together.
I grasped one of her thighs and then the other, lifting her ankles free of the scarves. She slipped her hands from their bindings and cupped my face, pulling me close, and pressing her lips gently to mine.
I growled and swept her into my arms. Blurring to the bed, I shed my clothes in a quick movement, then parted her thighs and slipped between them. One more second and I thrust deep within her swollen pussy. Her arms came down onto my shoulders.
“Keep your arms above your head.”
She complied immediately, her pussy clenching in response and my cock grew harder. I started to move inside her, holding her heated gaze and watching with pleasure and pride as her pupils dilated further.
“Please,” she moaned.
I moved closer, pushing her legs up and over my shoulders until I could
drive in deep and hard, her body nearly folded in half. Her hands fisted above her head, but neither arm moved from its place.
“Such beautiful submission, min kjaereste.”
Her pussy clenched around my hard cock, every twitch and pulse driving me even closer to the release I was trying to prolong for both of us.
Sliding my hands up her torso, I slowed my thrusts and tugged gently at the chain dangling between her nipples. With a quick move, I squeezed the release on both clamps and a long howl tore from her throat. Tossing aside the chain and clamps, I thrust harder and dug my fingers into her hips, pulling her down hard, impaling her fully.
Once. Twice.
I moved one hand to her mound and rolled my thumb around her unhooded swollen clit then pressed down hard on top.
Another high pitched scream echoed through the room. Her pussy clamped down hard and her fingers dug into my shoulders. She bit my lip and growled into my mouth. Damn, she was pushing my buttons perfectly. My climax surged forward, building until it burst like a damn, rushing through every nerve until I filled her completely. I thrust deep and hard until she milked me dry.
Slowly, I pulled out, released, and guided her legs down flat on the bed again and lay down beside her. She rolled to her side and I slipped my arms around her, holding her tightly to my chest.
She curled into my body and sighed. “Thank you.” The words were simple, but told me everything I needed to know. I was so proud of her. Of the risks she’d taken, the trust she’d placed in me. It was so much more than I thought possible.
I rubbed the soft pale skin of her shoulder with my thumb and then squeezed her even closer. “I love you, my precious Bailey D’Roth.”
“I love you more, Erick Thorson,” she replied and kissed my chest, her lips feathered lightly along my skin, giving me goose bumps. “My very own Viking vampire.”
“Only yours.”
My Dragon Masters - Book 2
My Dragon Masters
My Dragon Masters:
We’ve searched for Diana for a thousand years, but there’s no way back into the Veil. No way to save her. Then the Oracle says she will come to us…but when?
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