Swept Away: The First Bloodline

by Crystal Smith

  He grabbed the blanket, quickly jerking it away from her. Her body tensed in surprise but settle down quickly. She was lying there wearing nothing at all as he stared into her eyes. His fingers reached gripping her ankles pulling her down and up over his shoulder.

  “Put me down. What are you doing?” He laughed walking towards the bathroom. Taylor playfully slapped his ass.

  Smack. “Ow!” She squirmed with the sudden hit to her ass. He wasn’t so playful. Her feet touched the floor and if pleasure, heat, arousal hadn’t been showing in his eyes, she would have slapped him back. Her mouth opened to tell him how unfair he was but closed quickly when he reached down pulling off his shirt.

  Her tongue licked her lips as she watched his fingers slide his jeans down. His cock sprung free, fully erect.

  Before she could object he pulled her towards him thrusting his cock into her abdomen. She followed the gentle pull of his hands to the shower unaware that she was doing so.

  The water hit her hard. Cold at first stealing her breath away. “Well that didn’t work out.” Then the water’s temperature began to rise. “Turn around.” She did what she was told. His hands on her shoulders. He reached up and pulled the shower head down soaking her hair before returning it to the hanger.

  The sweet aroma of the shampoo was immediately smelled and intoxicating as his fingers ran through her hair, messaging the scent into her scalp. Taylor’s head leaned back into his hands and relished the glorious moment.

  A bittersweet feeling came over her when his long, strong fingers left her hair. Again the hot water was running through her hair as he rinsed the soap, then just as before he messaged every nerve ending her scalp had with conditioner.

  Just when she thought he had taken her to every level possible, he picked it up yet another notch. After finishing her hair, he pulled it tight rolling it into a twist. Taylor watched over her shoulder as he put some body gel in his palm and began working it into a lather.

  His hands started with her neck working their way to her shoulders and if felt as if she were receiving a deep tissue massage. Then down her arms continuing the same tight squeeze as he cleaned thoroughly, even under her arms.

  His fingers worked her back as if he knew it better than Taylor did. Hitting all the right spots and working out any tension she had there.

  Damien slid around to her front resting his chin on her shoulder as he washed there now. Slowly working his way to her breast. Over and over he worked them. Squeezing each nipple. Her head fell back to rest on his shoulder as every ounce of strength was leaving her body.

  “Ow!” She cried out as his thumb and forefinger squeezed each nipple. Rolling them. Her hands came to his, not to pull away but to loosen his grip.

  He squeezed tightly making her wince and push back against him. “Drop your hands.” His voice was stern letting her know if she didn’t, there would be consequences. Thank God, she thought the minute her hands reached her sides again, he released them.

  Again he squeezed and again she pushed back to him. She was ready to scream out when he released moving slowly down again. He slowly dipped a finger into her navel then continued his journey south.

  His finger slid between her netherlips before coming back up and around to her puckered hole. Again she was thankful because he didn’t stay long. Everything that she had done with him, and yet she was embarrassed suddenly by the fact that he was literally washing her ass.

  “Don’t be embarrassed. This is for my pleasure. It pleasures me to do this.” His voice was deep but she could hear the arousal as he knelt behind her and tapped her calf for her to pick up her foot. She lay her hands flat against the shower wall for balance while picking up her foot. He washed every inch of it then repeated on the other side.

  He stood pulling the shower head free again as he began rinsing her body. Starting from her neck then moving down, until all of her was rinsed. She felt fresh, clean, and now ready to get messy again.

  He turned her back towards him and knelt in front of her, still holding the shower head, he smiled. She had no idea what he was up to but she didn’t really care. For his pleasure she kept telling herself. But somehow she couldn’t help but to think this was her pleasure as well. She had went from embarrassment to pleasure seeking and enjoying the feel of his hands.

  He bent one leg so that his foot was flat on the floor, while reaching down grabbing her right ankle pulling her foot up, then sitting it down on his knee. She watched as he adjusted the shower head spray to more forceful. She grew nervous, wondering what he had in store for her.

  Do I move my leg? Do I ask him not to? What the hell am I supposed to do?

  “Relax Sweet. That’s what you do. Close your eyes.” She hesitated. She didn’t mean to but she did. He cocked his head to the side before shaking his head no. The movement of his head only made her hesitate even further.

  A slap to her wet ass stinging like a mother fucker only pissed her off. She looked down at him then tightly closed her eyes shaking her head no.

  Asshole!

  His fingers touched her clit, rubbing in circular motions over and over again. She was finding it very difficult to remain mad at him, no matter how hard she wanted to for him slapping her. The sudden force of water to her clit while he pushed two fingers into her at all once, caused her to damn near hit the floor.

  The constant pressure on her clit and him thrusting in and out of her vagina rubbing that ‘oh so ever sweet spot’ quickly sent her over the edge and thankfully his superman speed and strength caught her, keeping her from hitting the cold tile below.

  She lay in his arms as the last quiver rushed through her body, taking her anger as it left.

  How can I stay mad at you when you do something totally unexpected and unbelievable as you just did?

  She listened to his laugh, knowing it was her thought that he found amusing and she couldn’t help but to join in as she thought about it.

  Why do I even bother thinking anything around you?

  “It wouldn’t matter if your around me or not Sweet.” He stood with her still in his arms and gently allowed her feet to touch again. Her legs felt as though they had become nothing more than pudding swaying with her weight.

  “Easy Sweet.” He grinned.

  When her balance and strength had returned, he turned grabbing the shampoo and commenced to washing his hair. She couldn’t help but to take this opportunity to return the favor.

  She grabbed the soap washing him as he did her. Repeating the entire process that he had done to her. The moan slipping from his throat caused Taylor to feel an excitement in her, that had been sleeping for a long time. She dropped to her knees taking him into her mouth all at once.

  He stiffened at her sudden assault. She sucked harder up and down enjoying the feel of his cock against her tongue, the back of her throat. She was excited to taste his pleasure again. Arousal hit her harder as her act continued waiting for the delicious taste she wanted.

  She pulled him from her mouth dragging her tongue from the base of his shaft up and across the very tip then back down. She massaged his balls in her hand taking first one then the other in her mouth. Again she felt his muscles tighten. Her inner Goddess began to sing when she heard his moan last as it escaped from his throat.

  Pushing his limits further she took both into her mouth sucking hard rolling her tongue over and around while her hand moved up and down his shaft quickly.

  He moaned again, then again as she took his cock back into her mouth just in time to feel his warm thick present grace her tongue so delightfully so. She licked across making sure to take in all that had to offer her, loving every last drop.

  His strong hands gripped her shoulders tightly pulling her to her feet. He stared deep into her eyes. Taylor could only see excitement there. His hands gripped her ass rough pulling her up to him, she threw her legs around his waist curling her feet together.

  “Just so you know, even though I hear your thoughts, you still find a way to com
pletely and utterly surprise the hell out of me.” And his mouth crushed down over hers. Their tongues battled each others. He fought to take control of her mouth, while her tongue fought to savior his taste.

  Her back slammed into the shower wall. Taylor welcomed every last bit of pressure his body put on hers. He lined his cock with her entrance pushing quickly and hard touching her deep. She moaned out from the sweet intrusion.

  She kissed his jaw, down his neck. Nipped down on the sweet little muscle of his shoulder and neck. He moaned out biting down on that same sensitive area on her.

  “Mmm!” It was more of an ouch and do it again plea combined.

  His hips continued to thrust his cock in and out of her, taking turns with the in, out, then a circular grind into her motion that rubbed across her clit so wonderfully.

  Reaching her climax she stiffened against his chest. She felt him following behind her emptying his see inside of her. Her breathing was heavy against him before calming back down.

  He set her feet down tenderly and again they washed and rinsed their bodies.

  She grabbed a towel and began drying when his hands gripped her hips.

  She smiled as she knew he couldn’t get enough of her nor could she of him. “You’re gonna break me. You know us mere humans need time to recover.” She giggled.

  “Then you better get some clothes on and do it quick.” He slapped her ass as he walked around her smiling leaving the bathroom.

  Oh this vamp. What am I going to do with him? What am I going to do with me?

  She dressed quickly and wondered if they were going to go back to the suite for some more clothes.

  “Yes and no.” She heard him call out.

  “Thanks.” Once again couldn’t get anything passed him.

  Chapter Sixteen

  They were back at the suite with his ‘scottie beam me up’ talent. In a flash he had their things gathered and then blinked back at ‘If You Dare.’ She giggled at her first thought.

  I do dare, I did dare and I definitely dare again.

  “No, I don’t think you dared, but if you are now, I’ll take that challenge with pleasure. From what I hear, there are some things that you don’t quite know about but would like to.”

  “Jesus Damien. I have a new word for you . Nymphomaniac. Hear it much?” She laughed briefly before remembering their discussion earlier then panic set in.

  “Not much.” He laughed back. “Calm down. I won’t push you that far. Yet.”

  Yet!

  His words played havoc with the normal sinus rhythm that wasn’t so normal now. She shook it off. Again he had to be jesting.

  “So tell me, we are going to go out and not spend all our time here daring.”

  “No we aren’t.” Taylor’s body immediately cried out Thank You, yet her inner Goddess was disappointed.

  “So what do you have planned?” She questioned as they continued the task at hand, putting their belongings away.

  “I heard once you haven’t kept up on fashion, so first shopping, then food, then something else.” He raised his eyebrow causing her breath to hitch.

  What else could he have planned for me? I have been roped, flogged, vibrated until I could feel the vibration in my teeth, and had intense orgasms many, many, times.

  “You’ll see.” And in that moment she knew what he was talking about. Anal.

  Get that one out of your head. I think I would rather be whipped.

  His sly chuckle put her somewhat at ease again. She pulled out the clothing that had been at the suite, thankfully distracting her thoughts.

  “Well what am I supposed to wear today?” I can’t exactly wear these wonderful evening gowns shopping.

  “Oh that reminds me. Be back in a flash.” And he was gone.

  Where the hell did he go?

  She didn’t let her curiosity dwell on it as she continued to unpack. She picked up her cell now realizing that she hadn’t even checked it since they had left.

  She looked though. One missed call from Liz along with a text.

  Taylor,

  Just wanted to tell you have a good time. Don’t worry about anything here. Don’t over think things. And if he is anything like Jarrod, sit back and enjoy the wild and crazy great ride.

  : ) Love ya

  Liz

  Liz,

  I am having a wonderful time. I don’t know what you mean by anything like Jarrod but I can tell you the ride is absolutely wonderful. ; ) I hope that Jarrod is something like Damien. Trust and believe, the books do it no justice what so ever!

  Tay

  Quickly Taylor received Liz’s response back. She knew that she would.

  Tay,

  Just so you know you have totally peaked my curiosity further and when you get back first we are going to have Q and A. Then it is so my turn to be whisked off into a new place for how do I say this,,, new experiences. Oh yes… that explains it. I can’t wait.

  Liz

  Liz,

  If you are referring to the new experiences that we have only read about… you’ll love it.

  I hope for your sake that Jarrod is as talented with ropes as Damien is.

  P.S. Make caning and whips a hard limit right off the bat. LMAO. Trust Me!

  Tay

  Taylor giggled just imagining if the look on her face would be similar to what hers must

  have been.

  “Here you go.” Taylor screamed and turned around staring at him. Damn it! He dropped her suitcase and grabbed her.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

  Taylor took deep calming breaths in through her nose out through her mouth. “It’s ok. I was just lost in my own thoughts and talking to Liz. I just forgot for a minute how fast you are at your…” Taylor blushed at the thought of Damien knowing what they had been texting about.

  “So I’m guessing I can wear my jeans right?” She smiled hoping he said yes.

  “If that’s what you want. You can wear anything you want.”

  “Ok. Can I wear you?”

  “As tempting as that is, I don’t know that we would be able to get much customer service while shopping.” His hands gripped her ass roughly, squeezing tightly.

  “Now that is tempting.” Taylor teased back loving the feel of his hands and their talented abilities. She sighed before turning to grab her suitcase and change quickly. When she turned around, his red eyes glared down at her. “Shopping. Remember?”

  He smiled and with the white pearly teeth and the red eyes, she could stare at him all day never growing tired.

  “Ditto Sweet.” And then he grabbed her. “Ready?”

  She nodded her head because words were at a loss in his arms. Blinking again, when she opened them she stood surrounded by clothing. She didn’t dare look at his eyes now. Only around the racks and racks of lingerie.

  “Is this the kind of shopping you wanted to do?” She turned back but kept her head low staring at her twiddling thumbs. Suddenly she felt shy. That wasn’t like her. He had taken her to places that only existed in fantasies and now she was truly bashful. She shook her head aware that he was feeling and again hearing everything. Pain in her ass is what he was at times like this she thought.

  He grasped her chin, pulling it up so she had no choice but to look at him. “This is just where there happened to be no one around. If you want, buy, if not…Ok with me. I’d just shred it to pieces getting it off of you anyways. And I could show you pain in the ass!” She knew exactly what he meant. No he’s joking.

  She felt more at ease and relaxed now. She watched his shoulders drop down as her mood changed relaxing him as well. She side stepped him leaving the night attire department and headed straight for women apparel.

  First things first. Jeans.

  She found a couple pair of her regular Silver brand jeans that she liked. Next she eyed a few tops. Nothing special. Simple sweaters. One solid red, one solid black with a v neck. A red north face jacket. She turned moving on and found a pair of b
lack slacks, a pink fuzzy sweater with an attached scarf.

  Now her passion. Shoes. But again, she was not a high end girl. Simple as could be. Thirty minutes later she had a pair of shox and tubes. Looking over at the heels she found a pair of simple black, wider heel as she was not a heel friendly girl.

  Looking over at Damien, she could tell he enjoyed shopping about as much as she did. She smiled sweetly at him gesturing it was time to go. She could see the relief on his face. He shrugged his shoulders as if trying to say he was sorry.

  She swallowed her temper when he insisted on paying. “Where to next?” She questioned hoping it didn’t involve more shopping.

  He broke out into laughter. “Ok, let’s go. No more shopping.”

  In a flash they were in a car. Damien’s hand rested on her knee as she looked out the window looking for some kind of clue as to where they were headed next. She looked up towards that driver and wondered how in the hell did he know where to go. Damien didn’t say two words to the man.

  “I told him where we would be going when I arranged transportation Sweet. You’re in a place you have never been before, I would think you would have more exciting thoughts.”

  “Sorry, it’s the control freak coming out in me I guess. I never forget about the little details.”

  “But you are. The question shouldn’t be where are we going? It should be, what am I going to do with you once we get there.” His words as smooth as he was.

  Her heart made a leap for her throat. Quickly she managed to swallow it away. She hadn’t thought of that. She had just assumed beings that they weren’t back at Whips Anonymous, that his sexual appetite would remain at bay at least until they were back there.

  He stilled. A violent still. He raised quickly. He looked at Taylor but he wasn’t seeing her. His eyes viciously turned red while she watched, cluing her in that something was wrong. His body was rigid. She watched as his eyes moved side to side, as if he were seeing something. Watching a movie that he was engrossed in.