by Edith Warner
SIRE BOUND
Part 2
Edith Warner
HEARTCORE PRESS
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8THE END
Author Bio
CHAPTER 3
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Burning. Mmm burning?
Selene’s throat was hot, aching.
Ache. That word seemed different in her mind now. Her lips raised into a grin; two sharp appendages above her canines scraped against the moist skin of her upper lip.
“What is that smell?” she blurted out, without even thinking. Her voice sounded higher pitched than she’d noticed before. Her nose twitched, taking in the air around her. “Is that piss?”
There was a laughing voice behind her. She opened her eyes for the first time, suddenly invigorated. Her body felt so good.
She jumped to her feet. They landed on a plush bathroom rug, but her knees buckled. This was weird. She was much stronger than she used to be, she just knew it.
“Why am I having a hard time standing up?” It came out as a scream, though she hadn’t intended for it to.
“You just woke up. You’ll get your strength back, don’t worry. Your body has been through a lot.”
“I can tell.” Her stomach jolted with a contagious laugh as she thought about pissing on herself. Why was that so funny?
“For now, I’ll take care of you.” Two large hands wrapped around her shoulders. The simple sensation was overwhelming. She looked up and locked eyes with the vampire. He was the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen before. His crystal blue gaze penetrated right through her blouse; the hard expression on his face was on the edge of being frightening. She remembered the things he’d done to her and realized he wasn’t a man to play with, but instead of being terrified like before, she became excited.
“Yes, sir.” Those two words were more satisfying than anything she’d said before. When he grinned, she knew she would do anything he asked of her. He pulled back on her shoulders, and she let herself melt into him, the worry of her new situation suddenly meaning nothing.
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“I have to know…what is your name?” Wren glanced down at the girl as he undid the first button on his shirt. She was doing much better at standing on her own.
“Selene Evans.” Her musical voice was irresistible.
“That’s a lovely name.” He paused, taking a moment to brush her cheek. “From now on, you’ll be Selene Montgomery. Every member of my coven goes by my surname for their protection. I’m Warren Montgomery, and I’m well known in the vampire community. When I can trust you to go out on your own, you’re much less likely to be harassed if you use the Montgomery name.”
Selene nodded. “I didn’t like my last name anyway. It reminded me of my deadbeat father.”
Warren gave her a solemn look, before dropping his shirt to the floor. He hadn’t meant for the conversation to take such a serious turn. The glistening of her eyes told him that she was hurting. Her feelings would be more intense now, especially since newborns were predisposed to focusing on one thing at a time. It would take a while to learn to multitask again. Everything captured a newborn’s interest, that’s why they were called newborns. It was like experiencing the world for the first time.
Time to change your train of thought. Warren slipped his hands down to the bottom of her cami and lifted it over her head. The girl reacted by covering her chest. She had adorable light freckles beneath her collarbone.
He pressed her toward the sink with his hips, itching to yank her hands away from her chest. “There’s a new toothbrush under the sink.” He leaned over her and got his own as she squatted down, then he put toothpaste on both of their brushes. She winced when she brushed her fangs for the first time. They would always be a lot more sensitive than her regular teeth, especially while they were retracted.
Wren made an effort to finish brushing first and quickly unclasped her bra. It fell over her shoulders, and she let out a playful scream. Her wide eyes were enough to drive him wild. He slipped his fingers into her shorts, rubbing them against the soft skin on her hips. In one swift movement, she was completely naked. The hair on her pussy was completely shaved, just as he’d expected.
Selene seemed a bit shy. He told her how beautiful she was, but had the feeling that she hadn’t been with too many men. If she had, she’d be more confident. There was absolutely nothing for her to be self-conscious about.
After she sat her toothbrush down, he cupped her breast. It filled his entire hand nicely.
“Get on your knees and undo my pants now.”
When she hit the ground, the atmosphere in the room changed. Selene smiled up at him as she unbuckled his belt. The sound of metal clinking filled Wren’s mind with images of bound females. He glared down at Selene, ready to make her his next victim.
She responded by lowering her head, but her hands continued to unbutton his slacks. They were nimble and quick. Maybe she wasn’t as inexperienced as he’d assumed. She slipped his underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free. He couldn’t see her reaction since her head was still bowed, but that was the best response she could’ve given him.
He jerked her up onto her feet. “Get into the shower.” His hand landed swiftly on her bottom, leaving an imprint of his fingers. She moaned when the sensation sank in, erasing every trace of doubt from his mind.
The sadist inside of him grinned. He was a different monster than the one that killed people. His victims enjoyed the abuse. Sometimes.
Wren pressed her into the shower wall by her throat. Her eyes rolled toward the ceiling as she surrendered to his hands. Her black hair hung straight, covering the tops of her pale pink nipples.
“Later me up.” He wet a washcloth and threw it at her. She didn’t make an effort to catch it and let it splay across her chest. Her eyes lit up when she reached for the body wash and realized how fast she could move.
Finally.
The washcloth rubbed against his body at a pace that finally seemed normal. She started with his shoulders, then moved down. His cock twitched when she brushed against his more sensitive areas, but the rest of his body didn’t flinch.
When it was his turn to wash her, he pressed her back until the water cascaded down over her body. He wasn’t as conservative as she had been. He grabbed a bar of soap and rubbed her chest in a circular pattern. Her nipples grew harder with each pass. He nuzzled her neck, taking in the fresh, zesty scent of her skin. She flinched, and he knew that she was afraid he would bite her.
Maybe later.
He ran his fingers through her hair, rinsing away the shampoo; it was as smooth as silk between his fingers. When they were both completely clean, he wrapped her up in a towel and told her to go wait for him in his bedroom. The look she gave in return told him she was ready to experience what would come next.
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Selene ran her hands along the top of the silky sheets. The familiar muscles under her abdomen were pulsing so strongly that it felt unfamiliar. All of her senses were on full alert; she could hear and see things she’d never thought possible. It was as if she’d been looking through foggy glass before, but then it was wiped clean.
There were new feelings inside, clawing to be released. One she identified as intense hunger, but she didn’t focus on that one. The other was similar but far more interesting. It was an intense emotion that was only present when she was obeying Warren’s commands.
I want to be afraid. She giggled at herself for having such a ridiculous thought. But then she remembered the way her ass had burned when he’d spanked her.
Her pussy warmed with wetness, and she cr
ied out. God, her feelings were powerful. Things were just getting started, but it already felt like a climax. What had he done to her?
She heard footsteps approaching and fell down on her knees. The door opened, revealing a fully clothed Warren. Even though it was completely dark, she could see like in broad daylight. He wore black dress pants, with a matching black collared shirt, and a red tie. She appreciated the color red much more than before; it was her new favorite.
He stepped closer, and though she lowered her head, the energy inside of her leapt up to meet him. He lingered above her, and she relaxed, letting his powerful presence take the lead.
As soon as she surrendered, Warren made an approving noise with his throat, making her aware that they were on the exact same page.
“Take the towel off.”
She began to stand up, but he interrupted her, “No. Stay where you are.” His commanding voice was as smooth as velvet.
She dropped the towel to the floor and looked up at him with eyes full of lust.
“Now put your palms on the floor and don’t move.”
Warren was her new sun, radiating rays of his essence toward her. He walked behind her, deep into the room. Even with her back completely turned to him, she could sense when he crossed behind her, because his energy intercepted with hers. She heard some rustling noises, but she didn’t know what he was doing. She only knew it was something dark.
An object jingled in his hands as he approached her. A cold metal chain rubbed against the small of her back. He taunted her with it, swirling it in small circles as he spoke.
“I’m going to teach you another lesson tonight.”
Selene bit her lip at the recognition of those words. She was excited but also anxious.
Is this going to hurt? Pain felt like a new sensation. Maybe she would enjoy pain. Were pain and hurt even the same thing anymore?
“Tonight you’re going to learn how rewarding it is to obey your sire’s commands. But I will warn you, I’m a little more wicked than most.” Warren’s voice deepened. The air in the room seemed to thicken.
A soft leather collar touched the front of Selene’s throat. He brushed her hair to the side and buckled it around her neck. There was a large o-ring in the front, which he connected the metal chain to.
“It’s time to play, little girl.” He tugged on the leash, forcing her to follow him. She couldn’t help but smile; the last time he’d called her that she was so offended. She’d wondered if he thought she was some kind of pet. Now she was literally crawling behind him like a dog, and she was happy to do it.
He looked back at her, and she exaggerated her movements. She felt sexy down on the floor, especially when he was giving her such a hungry look.
There was a tearing sound, followed by complete silence. Warren stopped dead in his tracks and shot her a stern look over his shoulder.
“Did you just rip the carpet?” His voice sent chills down her spine.
Selene ran her fingers over where she’d just been and felt a rough line where her thumb had dug into the carpet. It was a product of her new strength. She didn’t realize how careful she needed to be with things.
“Uh, I think so. Yeah.”
“You just gave me a reason to punish you.” Warren sounded angry and then thrilled as he added, “Not that I needed one.”
Something seemed to flip in his head at that moment. His hands were more forceful as he pulled her toward him. He kept pulling until she had to rise onto her feet. He towered over her with a look that told her he was pondering how to execute what she deserved.
“I think that a good flogging is just what you need, but you need to be warmed up first.”
Flogging? A lump formed in Selene’s throat.
Warren lifted her from the ground almost as effortlessly as before he’d changed her. He sat down on the bed with her and placed her over his knee. The weight of his left arm kept her upper body immobilized.
She was stretched across him completely naked. Even her very soul felt exposed as he delivered the first lick and she cried out. It hurt much worse than she’d remembered in the bathroom.
This is a warm up?
“I’m sorry I ripped the carpet!” she yelled when he continued to spank her. But he was nowhere near ready to stop. She tried to squirm when he increased the pace, but his arm held her in place. His hands were relentless as they smacked her over and over again.
Her new hearing was so sensitive. She knew that the other vampires in the house could probably hear them. She felt a tinge of shame before something in her body began to change, and the desire to surrender grew.
Just as she told herself she would receive anything from him, his hand hit her ass again. It didn’t hurt as much, even though his blows were getting harder. Her muscles began to relax. Again, he spanked her, and the stinging sensation spiked. She soaked in the pain, which started driving her toward some sort of release. She bucked her hips up, anxious for more strikes.
Warren spanked her even harder. The rhythm jolted through her entire body. When it became intense, the release of adrenaline washed over her. She felt an even deeper level of pain tolerance and calmness.
“Get on the bed and perk your ass up.”
She obeyed as quickly as possible, and Warren placed a thick pillow underneath her hips. His hand plunged between her legs, feeling the outer lips of her pussy. She was wetter than she’d ever remembered being before, just from being spanked.
Then both of his hands were on her chest, rubbing her nipples. They hardened underneath his touch, and she began having sexual thoughts that felt dirty for the first time in her life. She’d never been one to be ashamed of her sexuality, but the things she was thinking seemed wrong somehow.
They felt right even more, though.
I’m just your little slave. That’s all I’m good for. My body’s only purpose is to please you, and you’ll beat me if I don’t.
“I’m going to spank you more. Then it’ll be time for your flogging.”
His words caused an involuntary moan to escape from her throat. She perked herself up even higher for him.
“You were bad for ripping the carpet, weren’t you?” He tugged on her nipples and more arousal surged through her.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?” He pinched hard, and her nipples burned with pain just like her ass.
“Oh. Yes, sir.”
She was a glutton for more punishment. She deserved it, too. The pain was satisfying something that she needed.
He spanked her again; each strike plummeted the feelings that were clawing for release deeper into the abyss. Before long, she sank onto the pillow and let her face rest on the mattress. Her body didn’t register the sensation as pain anymore, it was just a force driving her even further into a state of deep relaxation and release.
After a generous amount of licks, Warren rubbed her ass with the palm of his hand. She didn’t care what he did next. He’d already taken her to a place where she was completely subdued and content.
“Good girl.” The sound of his approval was comforting. She lay there waiting to obey his next command while he stroked her hair.
“Come with me.” Warren gently tugged on the leash.
She followed him toward the x-shaped cross in the corner of the room. The collar around her neck was a constant reminder of her position. She was his possession, and though she was just getting to know him, she’d never wanted anyone else more. She trusted him as if she’d known him for years.
Once they reached the cross, he unhooked the leash and buckled the attachments around her wrists and ankles. She was completely bound but not uncomfortable.
Warren began rubbing her body with his hands. He started with her shoulders and then trailed his way down to her sore ass. Selene took deep breaths, soaking in the touch that reminded her of what he’d done to her and what was about to come.
She flinched when the leather flogger touched the middle of her upper back. Warren began swinging it very s
lowly, just enough to give her a taste of how it would feel. She arched her back, unsure if she liked the sensation. Was he going to beat her there?
Like a slave. The thought came, and suddenly she wanted him to.
A similar sensation brushed across her ass. She quickly realized he had two floggers.
Oh, God.
The first lash landed on her ass with twice the sting that his hand had produced. The leather tails were wispy and light. He drug them across her ass and hit her with even more force. She felt the sting of the flogger for multiple seconds until he struck her again. There was no break from the biting sensation.
“Please,” she moaned, but she wasn’t sure if she was wanted him to stop or hit her even harder.
He ignored her plea and whipped her again. Desire began to build in her belly. She did want more. Was this breaking the skin? She hoped not, but she didn’t really care. It was exactly what she needed.
After three more hard lashes, she began breathing more rapidly, and Warren moved his attention to her upper back. She lowered her head as the flogger licked between her shoulder blades, sending an entirely new sensation through her. He continued for a long while, softening the blows as he added in the other flogger. He swung them both in a very practiced rhythm that alternated between her ass and back. Now and then, he would hit her with a hard lick, just when she needed it.
Her body registered the beating as both an assault and something pleasurable. She noticed that she was crying out, and her arms went limp. A wave of more adrenaline began to rise.
“Please don’t stop.” Her words sounded a bit slurred.
He continued beating her with the same rhythm, pushing her over the edge. She could hear everything, but no longer wished to speak. She was in a trance far better than alcohol or drugs could produce. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she floated away to someplace above her body.
CHAPTER 4
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THE GIRL WAS IN SUCH a deep state of subspace, it was far beyond the time to try and fuck her. Warren didn’t mind, though. The high he received from beating a woman was satisfying enough. He was on top of the world.