Caged And Bound

by Daniella Wright

  I find myself in his bedroom that night, while he’s off gathering an appropriate outfit for me. I tell myself that I’m only here because the bed in the guest quarters has been utterly destroyed, but the surge of desire that floods my veins as I inhale his familiar scent leads me to believe otherwise. As if being in his room alone is enough to send me into some trance, I slip off my dress, allowing it to pool at my feet. There are no mirrors here, and I realize belatedly that they would do little good, should the lore about vampires and their reflections ring true. Though it would be nice to look myself over, consider my pale skin fully. Instead, I simply look down at myself, considering the peaks of my breasts. It seems even my most intimate areas have changed, a slightly darker hue than the rest of my body but still with those grey undertones. I bring my hand to my breasts, feeling their weight in my palms. It seems the transformation has served to make me more sensitive as well, and I shudder as my nipples harden against the cool flesh of my palms. The scent of my own arousal assaults my nostrils all at once, and I’m struck by the thought that I should stop before my own scent thoroughly saturates his room. In spite of that thought, I find myself drawing closer to the bed, slipping my panties down my hips. I feel moisture gathering between my thighs, and his scent seems all the more tantalizing as I lower my rear to his plush blanket. I find myself rocking against the satiny texture, hands roaming against my ever chilled skin. My own musk mingles with his scent, and I’m struck by the almost animalistic desire to mark the room. I feel my lips quirk mischievously, and I part my thighs further, pressing myself flush against the surface of his bed. I lean forward, resting on my elbows and grinding my womanhood against the blanket. His scent makes my head spin, and I can feel a moist spot growing on the blanket beneath me. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve decided to make peace with him, or maybe I just want to torment the undead man further. Whatever the reason, I continue to draw myself deeper and deeper into ecstasy. I hear the door open behind me, and a sharp inhalation of breath I know he doesn’t need. From his place at the door, he has a front row seat to my little show, and I lift my hips to expose myself to him. Our scents battle for dominance, and he draws closer to the bed, resting a hand on my rear. He says nothing, reminding me very much of the first night we met.

  “Join me?” I offer softly, and there is uncertainty dancing in his eyes. In spite of his hesitation, his hand drifts lower, lower, until the tips of his fingers are just barely ghosting my hot and slick mound. I exhale a shaky breath, presenting myself much like some kind of wild animal. I can’t help hoping I can appeal to that same inner beast I did the first night we met. He remains calm, however, sliding his fingers against my moisture in a way that is pleasurable yet agonizing in how slow it is. He languidly strokes me, and being with him in this way-- fully sober, is invigorating in a way I can’t describe. I turn to consider him, the way his brows furrow as he struggles to control himself. I want him inside me, but it seems as if he is intent upon taking his sweet time. “Join me,” I say again, more assertively this time. His eyes dance in amusement, but he does not budge from his spot at the foot of the bed.

  “Roll over.” He ripostes, and I offer him an uncertain look. He quirks his lips in a smile, a second finger joining the first to give my nub a little pinch. I bite back a howl of ecstasy, and he takes the opportunity to push me on my side. I roll obligingly on my back, shamelessly spreading my legs for him. He lowers his head towards my crotch, inhaling deeply. It should seem strange, the pleasure he seems to take in my scent alone. However, as I was scarce moments earlier drawing myself towards rapture with his scent alone to accompany me, I can hardly blame him. Our eyes meet, and the uncertainty with which he had considered me seems to have evaporated. Instead, I am faced with pure, heart pounding lust. Even still, he makes no move to release himself from the confines of his jeans, lowering his head closer and closer until-- oh! His tongue flicks out against me, and I can’t help but shriek his name.

  “Edmund!” I cry, thankful to finally have a name to place to the figure who had brought me to such unrivaled heights. He rests his hands on my thighs, parting me to display a flexibility I was not even sure I had. He thrusts his tongue inside of me, a content rumble broiling in his chest. I tense my hands in his hair, wordlessly begging for more as I grind my hips against his face. The stubble of his chin tickles in a tantalizing way, and I find myself growing nearer and nearer my peak before I even realizing what’s happening. He sinks his nails, closer to claws actually, into the supple flesh of my thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut, and it’s as if bright flashes of light are flickering behind my eyelids. I’ve never felt this way before, I’ve never been brought so high so quickly. Then, all at once, it’s over. He draws away, considering me with a pensive expression. I reach out to him, but he steps away from my grasp.

  “Please, keep going,” I gasp out, my voice ragged. “I want to… I want to feel you inside me again.” I utter pleadingly.

  “There will be plenty of time for that later, my love,” He murmurs. I stare uncomprehendingly at him, and my vision begins to grow hazy. “For now, you simply need to… wake up.” He whispers. My vision fades to black, and I’m overcome by the sensation of falling into a very deep pit.

  When I hit the bottom, I jolt upright, eyes wide and searching for the man who had so enamored me. I find that I am indeed in his room, but instead of the scandalous acts I had intended, it seems I had simply… fallen asleep. I rub my bleary eyes, sitting up in his bed and noting that at least one part of my dream was true. The scent of my own arousal permeated the room, and there would certainly be no masking it. I know I’ll be nothing short of humiliated when he returns, but for now, I try not to allow myself to consider the implications of my explicit dream. I rise from his bed, drawing my lip between my teeth upon noticing a considerably damp spot where I had lay. Inhaling shakily, I slip out of his room, leaving the door just slightly ajar in hopes that it airs out.

  I’m in the guest room when I hear him return that night, and if there is any hint of my essence remaining in his room, he makes no mention of it. I know I should be relieved, but a small piece of me almost wishes he had… some sort of reaction.

  He remains in his room until late the following night, and when he emerges, I find myself staring bleakly at the dress he had chosen for me. He had insisted it be kept a surprise when he had come home with it, and I spent the entirety of the day wondering how extravagant and beautiful it would be. He watches me with something of a half-smirk, and I can’t help thinking he realizes just how inexcusably gaudy the garment is.

  “I do hope you like it. I agonized until closing time.” He says, not bothering to disguise the amusement in his voice. I level a glare at him, snatching the dress up and excusing myself to the bathroom to slip it on. I can hear his laughter dancing through the halls, and in spite of myself, I find myself giggling as well. I make quick work of donning the new dress before slipping back into the living area, turning in a circle for him to see. “Yes, fabulous. It does wonders for your complexion.” He announces, clapping his hands together. I snort, crossing my arms over my chest as I consider him. He offers what is likely intended as an innocent smile, but looks nothing short of mischievous. A familiar feeling stirs in my gut, and I am thankful that there is no blood within me to alight a blush.

  “Appalling garment aside... “ I begin, and he gasps as if deeply wounded. I roll my eyes before continuing. “You said you would teach me more about my powers tonight. I fully expect you to hold to your word.” I say with a quirk of my lips. He seems to regain some of his seriousness, and considers me as if I am not wearing what is perhaps the ugliest dress in the world.

  “I fully intend to teach you about your powers. I’m of the opinion that the best option is to fully immerse yourself in the way of things. As such, tonight we will be going on your first hunt.” He announces grandly. I gaze uncertainly at him, all too aware that his idea of a hunt is rather unorthodox. There will be no guns and animal carcasses, and th
e prey will be arguably more difficult to pin down than your average buck. I’ve never cared for the idea of hunting, not even for food, but it seems I am now presented with little choice.

  “My first hunt.” I repeat after a long moment, and if he senses my hesitation, he says nothing about it.

  “It’s all rather easy, really. A matter of blending in when you must, and striking when the opportunity is presented.” He says cheerfully, and he takes me by the arm before leading me towards the door. I find myself pulling against him without really meaning to, but he seems nonplussed, all but dragging me along.

  “Will you be there the whole time?” I find myself asking nervously, cursing myself for how childish I must seem. He smiles warmly, patting me on the arm with a confident smile.

  “You’ll feel my presence the entire time. As your sire, I have ways of communicating my location to you.” He murmurs. I don’t quite know what he means, but I take his word for it as I step into the night. The moon is full in the sky, and I hesitate a moment before tugging on his sleeve. He tilts his head, and I gesture towards the moon with a curious expression.

  “So, vampires are real. What about werewolves?” I inquire with wide eyes, attempting to steer the conversation to a more innocuous direction..

  “Oh, please. You’ve seen too many horror movies. Werewolves. Honestly…” He scoffs, continuing to drag me forward. I have no time to express my indignity, simply falling somewhat sullenly into step beside him. It takes some time, but eventually I begin to recognize the streets we’re traversing. My body jolts with excitement as I hear a distant thrum, and I grasp him by the hand, tugging him forward. “Where are we…” He begins, but cuts himself off as The Ivory Fang comes into view. He resists my pull for a moment, pulling me to a brief stop. “Are you sure that is wise?” He murmurs, and though I can somewhat see his point, I can’t ignore the pull of the music.

  “Please?” I implore. He bites his lip, notably more careful with his fangs than myself.

  “Alright. It’s as good a place as any.” He says uncertainly, trailing after me as I dart towards the Ivory. As I step into the club, the beat seems to resonate within me unlike ever before. Though I had always felt at one with the music, the steady bassline almost seems to fill a void that my heartbeat had once occupied. True to his word, though I can not see him, I can feel Edmund’s presence lingering towards the back of the club. Though I know I have purpose for being here, I resolve to allow myself some time to lose myself in the music. As I step amongst the bumping and grinding bodies, it’s almost as if I can pretend everything is normal again. It’s almost as if I have never met Edmund. However, that feeling does not last as I can feel his burning gaze upon me. I glance in the direction I feel his presence resonating from, and feeling somewhat bold, I begin to move my body in a more sensuous manner. It makes little sense, even to me, but in this moment, I feel more alive than I ever have before. More alive than when my heart was truly beating. Perhaps it’s the fact that I do not have to retreat to my lonely dorm tonight. Perhaps it is the fact that this man who initially disgusted me has grown on me like a fungus. It’s not a romantic comparison, but it is one rooted in truth. I can feel his eyes upon my form, I can feel an increasingly familiar desire rolling in my gut. He steps out of the darkness in the back of the club, and his eyes beckon to me. It is a call I dare not ignore, and I find myself pushing away from the crowded dancers and falling against him. His lips meet mine, seeming to beseech me into joining him outside. I push him towards the door, and as we stumble out into the alleyway, I can feel his stiffening member through his pants. I swallow a gasp at the obvious size of it, palming it through his clothes. He gasps out my name, and I am all too relieved to have shared that part of myself with him.

  “Janine… please…” He manages, and I pull him towards me, allowing him to press me against the brick wall of the alleyway. My wanton cries surprise even myself as he hitches up my dress, dipping his fingers between my thighs. The situation seems exceedingly familiar, and my body shudders as he explores me, as if testing my limits. His touch is heavenly, and I rock against his fingers, gasping with each accidental graze of his claw. It hurts, but the ache is so nice, and I can’t help pushing myself harder against him. He seems to get the idea, tracing my bud with the tips of his claw before gently, very gently, ghosting against it. My body shudders, and it’s all I can do not to scream his name. His touch is cold, but I’ve never felt so warm, I’ve never felt so fulfilled. The drunken haze from our first night together is absent, and the increased sensitivity from the change I’ve undergone sends bone shaking quakes throughout my body. I feel myself nearing my peak, but I draw away from him, mouth hanging agape as I gasp for breath. He quirks a curious brow at me, and I force our lips together in a bruising embrace. As satisfying as his fingers were, fingers alone are not enough to fulfill me entirely. They’re not what I want. I feel him tense as I reach out to unbutton his pants, sliding them down his hips. I shift to free him from his underwear, and he springs to eager attention. “Are you sure?” He murmurs, and I grasp him in my hand, feeling him twitch against my palm. I meet his gaze, the desire reflected in his gaze sending shivers through my body.

  “Just take me.” I say boldly, and if possible he seems to grow harder, straining against my hand. I release my hold on his manhood, shifting my hands and allowing him to take control. He hesitates for a moment, searching my face for any traces of hesitation. I do all I can to express just how much I want this-- just how much I want him. He smiles, pressing me against the brick wall. He teases my entrance, rubbing the head of his manhood up and down along my most private area. He just barely dips inside me, and I mewl out his name. Teasingly, he withdraws, and I level a scathing glare in his direction. He smiles an outright devious smile, and I’m indignantly curious as to what he finds so humorous.

  “Even when I breathed your scent all over my room, I did not expect how much you would want this.” He grins, and I would grow red should I have blood to flush my cheeks. “Show me how much you want me.” He implores teasingly, and I consider him for a long moment before nudging him away from me slightly. He tilts his head curiously, and I offer him a coy smile before dropping to my knees. He looks as if he will take back his challenge, eyes wide and uncomprehending. I offer him a teasing quirk of my lips, gripping him in the palm of my hand. He utters a guttural groan, leaning forward to brace himself on the wall behind me. I run my hand along his length, keeping my motions slow and steady. He strains against my hand, and I can tell he is struggling to restrain himself. Taking a page out of his book, I lean forward, flicking my tongue against him. He bites back a cry, and his body quakes as he struggles not to fight against my touch. It’s as if he had not expected such intimate touches, it’s as if he has not been touched this way in some time. I exhale a cooling breath against the tip of his length, and it throbs in my hand. I smile deviously, looking up to meet his gaze before taking the tip of him between my lips. His mouth falls agape, forming the shape of a perfect o. I hum a laugh while keeping him settled just between my lips. The vibrations seem to weaken his knees, and it all he can do to keep from collapsing against the wall. I take him deeper in my mouth, flattening my tongue against the button of his shaft. I am especially careful of my fangs, positioning my mouth until each fang is positioned on either side of him. As I take him deeper into my mouth, the blunt sides of my teeth rub against the sides of his manhood. He gasps repeatedly, though I know he does not need the breath. It’s almost flattering just how much my every motion seems to resonate within him. Deciding to test my own limits, I take him deeper and deeper into my mouth until his lower head presses to the back of my throat. Then, I swallow. He groans, a deep and wild sound as I feel precum dripping steadily down the back of my throat. I draw away, bobbing my head up and down along his length until it seems he can nearly take no more. He pushes me back with more force than he likely intended, pulling me to my feet and pressing our lips together in a furious kiss. Our fangs clack toget
her, and I laugh against him, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing along the length of his jawline. He rumbles in what I can only hope is pleasure, and his hands are on me once more, forcefully pushing me to face the wall. He hesitates a long moment, as if he is trying to stave off his orgasm. I teasingly press my rear against him, and he gives my rear a sharp warning smack. I cry out his name, torn between indignity and outright amusement. It’s obvious that he’s struggling to keep his composure, and not spill his load on the dirty ground of the alleyway beneath us. He positions himself against me, and I brace myself for his entrance, bracing myself this time as he grasps my shoulders. Then, all at once, he is inside me. He rocks steadily against me for a moment, and I rest my forehead against the brick of the building, musing at just how familiar this position is. However, after a few swift thrusts, he seems unsatisfied with the position, drawing away from me. I glance over my shoulder to inquire as to what’s bothering him, but he grabs me once more, more gently this time. He turns me to face him, examining my face with nothing short of tender adoration. He kisses me, once, twice, peppering gentle little kisses along my face. I giggle, but the fire in my gut still rages, and I want him inside me now.

  “As sweet as you’re being, I think we’re the slightest bit off track.” I tease, and he offers me a reproachful smile.

  “I’m just…” He trails off, looking rather uncertain of himself. I’m struck by the sudden desire to know what he’s struggling to say, but he abruptly thrusts me once more. I squeal in shock, feeling my walls clenching around his length. He groans, and I bury my face in his shoulder as he rocks in a steady rhythm against me. I can’t help but mewl helplessly as he hits all the right spots, as if he has known me for the near eternity he has likely been alive. Now that I’m in the right state of mind, it seems as if we were made to fit together, two pieces of the same strange puzzle. My sensitivity is shooting through the roof, and my body quakes fiercely with every swift thrust. The sensations rock me to my core, and if I thought I couldn’t be more aroused, his strained whispers of my name smash that theory to bits. His lips find my neck again, and I’m not initially unsure if it’s simply force of habit. Instead of biting me, however, he very gently flicks his tongue to where I’m marked before exhaling a puff of air against it. I shudder, desperately crying out his name. He continues his assault on my neck, and I writhe against him. I quiver helplessly, gripping his shoulders in shuddering ecstasy. He whispers against my neck and at first I can not make out the words. Then, I can make out one simple statement. “Come for me, baby,” he whispers. All at once, my peak washes over me, and I feel him hilt himself inside of me. He presses his entire body flush to mine, and gently bites my shoulder. I can feel myself milking him for all he is worth, and he spills his essence deep within me. My head lolls back, and we rest in that position for a long moment, locked in a simple embrace. I’m almost ready to ask him for round two when the slamming of the club door jolts me away from him. I fix my dress, eyes wild as I stare at the woman who had intruded on our intimate moment.