Riding the Storm

by Candace Blevins

“Since your video game will sell worldwide, and not just in Abbott’s territory, he has to go to people higher than him to obtain permission. This has brought you to the attention of people I’d rather you remained invisible to.”

  “Abbott didn’t tell me I’d put myself in danger.”

  She sighed. “It shouldn’t have, and I’m sorry I can’t explain why it did. Not yet, anyway. Are you ready for me?”

  Eric took a breath, closed his eyes, and thought of hang gliding as he nodded. At first, it was just him thinking of how it felt to glide above the earth, soaring like a bird of prey over his domain… but then, he felt as if he weren’t alone in his thoughts. If he hadn’t been looking for it, he likely wouldn’t have noticed, and he still couldn’t put a finger on how he knew, but he did.

  He opened his eyes and said, “That’s creepy.”

  She nodded. “Yeah, but it makes me want to learn to hang glide even more. Okay, this time I want you to imagine your space-foil shield around you, and then think of something. See if you can keep me out of your thoughts with your shield.”

  Kendra had mentioned making it an oval instead of a circle, and he decided to use an egg shape around him. The material would be shiny on the outside, dull on the inside, and would reflect back whatever someone tried to do to him.

  “Okay,” he told her, “it’s up.”

  He tried to think of hang gliding while holding the shield, but soon discovered how hard it was to do both. While he thought of the keeping her out, he thought it worked, but when he sank into how it felt to hang glide, he felt her presence again. Instead of asking out loud, he asked in his head, How do I keep the shield up and think of other things, too?

  “It takes practice,” she told him out loud.

  He opened his eyes and asked, “When I focused on the shield, it kept you out, right? I wasn’t imagining that it worked?”

  “Yes, which is impressive for your first attempt. You could likely keep someone out now, if you knew they were probing, but you need more practice recognizing when one of us is in your head. I’ve done all I can legally do to teach you, though. You need to research shielding on your own.” She reached into her pocket and pulled out a handwritten note. “This is the name of a good book on metaphysical shielding in general. It wasn’t written with vampires in mind, but it teaches good techniques. Meanwhile, if I have your permission to poke into your head every once in a while to test and see if you can sense me, I can give you some practice.”

  Eric didn’t want her randomly in his head — he understood why they needed to practice, but couldn’t bring himself to give her the permission she asked for. He shook his head. “Let me read the book and practice some on my own, and then talk about it again.”

  “Okay,” she looked hesitant as she asked, “Are you still interested in my binding you so we can speak through a mind link?”

  “How is it different?”

  “I’ll only ‘hear’ what you intend me to, and it’ll give me the option of speaking back to you telepathically. It’s completely different than what happens when I take a peek at your thoughts, or poke through your memories. By design, you can’t hear me when I’m in your head, so I don’t accidentally give myself away.”

  Her explanation made sense, and he nodded as he said, “What do we have to do?”

  “It works the same as the other binding, but you won’t have to take an oath, and I’ll put a different, ahh, cocktail, into your bloodstream, when I bite you.”

  She was nervous, and at first he thought it was because of something to do with the process, but then his heart hurt as he realized she was afraid he’d get scared and run again. He couldn’t let her think he was going to flake out again, but he had questions. “Is this going to be another orgasmic thing?”

  “It can be, doesn’t have to be.”

  Her voice had been businesslike while she explained everything, but now he saw heat in her ice blue eyes, heard warmth in her voice, and his cock swelled at her words. “Can we maybe get undressed and do it, so we can have sex, and then at the end you could bite me again, and do the orgasm thing then?”

  Her happy smile lit her face, and he could see her affection for him as she teasingly said, “Yes, but I don’t want to bite your neck twice tonight, so I’ll put the first bite at your groin.”

  His hard-on pulsed in time with his heart as he thought of her biting so close to his cock.

  * * * *

  Kendra smelled arousal and nice hit of adrenaline. Oh yes, he wanted this. What she didn’t tell him was that she could put something in her bite to give him a raging hard-on to make him hornier than he could imagine, and would keep him from reaching climax until her next bite.

  However, as she considered it, she realized she had to tell him or risk blowing his trust. Many human males loved having it done and didn’t mind not knowing ahead of time, but Eric was a Dom and didn’t appreciate being out of control.

  “I have something I can do with my bite. It’ll give you kind of a super hard-on, and then you won’t come until I bite you at the end. It puts me in control of when your orgasm happens. Are you okay with that?”

  He thought about it a minute and said, “If I tell you to give me the second bite and end it, you must do so immediately. You can bite me whenever you want to end things, unless I tell you to do it sooner, and then you must do it as soon as I tell you.”

  She smiled. “Agreed.”

  She leaned forward, pulled his head towards her, and brought her lips to his. He let her control the kiss a few seconds, and her stomach somersaulted as he grasped her head and took control, angling her head the way he wanted.

  Several minutes later, he allowed her to push him backwards, her body over his as she kissed him until his heart raced.

  This was two Doms kissing, letting the other take the lead occasionally, but neither submitting so much as taking turns being the aggressor.

  Or, sometimes, both being the aggressor at the same time.

  She pulled his shirt off, and he unbuttoned her blouse from the top to the bottom as she unbuckled his belt.

  He took her blouse off, she removed his pants — both maneuvering around each other in a well-choreographed dance. Kendra felt so close to him, so in tune, there was nothing awkward as they kissed, touched, fondled, and removed clothing.

  Eric pulled her pants and underwear off and climbed on top of her to once again take control, and she flipped him over and started kissing her way down his body until she reached his cock, standing tall and proud, and she licked, nibbled, and teased until his arousal smelled so strong she was literally salivating.

  She gave his balls some attention on the way to his femoral artery, and licked and nibbled the spot she was about to sink her teeth into until he had a good dose of adrenaline, and then, without warning, she bit.

  Kendra was tempted to let him feel a few seconds of pain this time, but wanted to be sure he associated her bite with pleasure and excitement, so she numbed it first thing, took a drink, and then put in the necessary ingredients to bind him to her.

  She felt the metaphysical snap as the connection was made, and then drank deeply before finally putting the ingredients in to give him a raging hard on. She drank just a little more, and then added another dose to give him even more of a raging hard-on, because she wanted him to be so hard it hurt.

  Okay, so perhaps she was being a touch sadistic. His moan went straight to her clit, though, and she couldn’t wait to see what he did when this aroused.

  She slowly pulled her fangs out and licked the bite wound to be sure it healed. As she lifted above him she was almost lightheaded from the buzz of his adrenaline and arousal soaking into every cell of her body.

  He propped on one elbow so his ab muscles were even more defined, and said, “God, Kendra, I’ve never been so hard in my life. I hope to hell you’re wet because I don’t think I can wait to get inside you.”

  When she’d put the hard-on cocktail into his blood, her body had automatically p
repared itself for sex, but she’d explain that to him later. Now, she rolled onto her back and said, “I’m ready for you Eric, no foreplay necessary.”

  He rolled on top of her, centered himself between her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove straight into her, all at once without giving her time to get used to his size, but she didn’t want him to be gentle. His huge cock pounded her like a madman as he took her word she was ready.

  Kendra had pushed him to this, and she loved his reaction, his ferocity, his raw, animal lust. She wasn’t sure how long she could last before biting him to end it, but she enjoyed the pain and pleasure as he pistoned in and out of her with no mercy, his head up and his eyes closed, savage ecstasy written across his face. He changed his angle every so often, and she wasn’t sure if it was to use different leg and back muscles, or if he was doing it to give her a different angle, but either way his timing was perfect because just as the pain grew almost too intense, he’d change angles and it would be bliss all over again. Kendra lost track of how many times she found release, some were rolling orgasms while others spasmed through her body like an earthquake until she thought she might come apart. After probably thirty minutes he said, “Kendra—” but she interrupted him with, “Let me get on top for a while.”

  She hoped he was just tired, and if she offered to do the work he wouldn’t want her to do the final bite just yet.

  Eric flipped them over, and Kendra arched her back and rode him until she felt another orgasm coming on. Without warning, she zeroed in on his neck and bit him with only a little of the numbing agent, as she wanted to give him an edge of pain. She injected the orgasm cocktail with more of the bliss element, gave it a second to travel beyond the bite mark, took a few delectable, mouthwatering, luscious sips, and then injected the numbing agent as she removed her fangs, and finally allowed herself to come with him.

  Eric jerked and shuddered beneath her, and Kendra’s orgasm held her in the grips of euphoria as she fell to his chest and Eric’s arms wrapped around her. He held her through the ferocity of their releases, and when both were finally lying quietly, Kendra licked the bite marks before collapsing on top of him.

  Long moments passed before she asked, “Are you okay?”

  “I’m not sure. I’m positive I couldn’t stand right now even if my life depended on it, though.”

  Kendra kissed his cheek, sat up, and pulled off him, groaning as he slid out of her. She went to the bathroom and looked for the towels, but couldn’t find them right away so she pulled the hand towel down and wet part of it. She cleaned herself, and then went to him and cleaned him before lying beside him once again.

  Your heart rate is smoothing out now, and you smell of contentment. I think you’re going to live.

  His eyes grew big, and he took several seconds before tentatively trying to talk to her in the same manner. Wow, it worked. I can hear you in my head.

  Yes, it worked. Are you freaked out enough you need space again, or do you feel closer to me?

  I think the fact that you told me about it, asked my permission first… I feel closer to you. I mean, the things you can do are scary, but you’ve never done anything without telling me first, without me saying it’s okay. So, I’m not freaked. Much, anyway.

  Where do we stand with each other? Are we going to continue as we have, with the occasional date, but not exclusive?

  I’ve thought about it a great deal. He shifted his body ever so slightly, so they were more face to face instead of side to side. “I need to do this part out loud, just to make sure we get it right, okay?”

  “Of course.”

  “I’m ready to commit to a relationship with you, if you’ll have me. I realize what I’ll lose, but I’m also aware of what I’ll be gaining, and I think you’re worth it. We’ll have to figure out the whole power exchange thing at some point, and I hope you’ll trust me enough to submit to me again eventually, but I won’t push for it to happen anytime soon, as I know I need to win your trust back. If you need me to submit to you first, I will, though we need to talk about some of my hard limits.” He paused, kissed her cheek, caressed his way down the side of her face with the backs of his fingers. “I want to be clear — I don’t see us as a switch relationship, I intend for the vast majority of our power exchange to eventually be you submitting to me. However, until we get there,” he gave her a lopsided smile, “we seemed to do a good job of vanilla sex tonight.”

  He thought it was vanilla? Should she set him straight, or make things clear? She sighed inwardly as she realized she couldn’t keep quiet if she wanted to be able to keep saying she’d always been honest with him.

  “Eric, that wasn’t vanilla, it was me in control of when and whether you got to orgasm unless you safeworded. I mean, your safeword was just telling me you were done, but it worked the same. As much as I’d like to let you stay convinced it was vanilla, I can’t. You need to see it for what it was.”

  His eyes narrowed as she smelled a hint of anger and fear, but she stayed silent and gave him time to work through it in his head.

  “Damn. You’re right. It wasn’t a formal power exchange, but you were definitely in control and I had to trust you’d respect my wishes.” His eyes went dark as he added, “The second bite on my neck hurt this time when it hasn’t for more than a split second in the past. Did you do that on purpose?”

  “Yes. I wanted you to have just the smallest edge of pain with your orgasm, so I didn’t numb it all the way.”

  Kendra could’ve jumped for joy when she smelled arousal — the idea she’d wanted him to hurt a little at the end excited him. She wondered if he’d admit to it, and said, “Eric, that turned you on — the idea I gave you a little pain at the end on purpose. You were aroused by it.”

  She could see him bristling, and he sounded more than defensive as he said, “You said you wouldn’t poke into my head!”

  “I didn’t. Did you feel me in your head?”

  He gave an irritated sigh and asked, “Then how did you know I was aroused?”

  “I can smell the chemical changes in your body. Fear has a smell, anger has a smell, arousal has a smell.”

  “Now see,” he said, clearly unhappy, “this part has the ability to freak me out. I’m having a hard time with the idea I can’t hide these kinds of things from you — that you’ll know what I’m feeling whether I want you to or not.”

  She softened her voice, not wanting to sound defensive. “And I’m being as honest with you as I can, so I don’t hide anything from you. I could give you the illusion of privacy, but if we’re to have a relationship, we have to be honest about everything, Eric.”

  He closed his eyes a few seconds, and opened them to say, “Just because the idea of it turned me on, doesn’t mean I want to submit to you, or to let you hurt me.”

  “I understood why you hurt me as much as you did when I submitted to you,” she told him, her voice soft. “You needed to establish yourself as Master, and I get that. Once you warmed me up I enjoyed the pain, needed it, almost. However, while I enjoy dispensing pain, it isn’t necessary for me to do so in order to establish dominance. If you prefer, then during our first session with you submitting, I can spend less than five minutes of an hour dispensing outright pain and still leave no question of who was in control when the session is over. Unless, of course, you give me reason to need to punish you, and then there’ll be more. My point, though, is that long periods of impact play aren’t necessary for me to establish dominance. So, if that’s what has you worried, you needn’t be.”

  “It sounds like we need to talk it over and then let you Top me and get it over with, doesn’t it?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  He closed his eyes for a count of five, and opened them to say. “Okay, the usual hard limits of asphyxiation, scat, watersports — you get the idea. I guess blood can’t be a hard limit since you may bite me, but no cutting for the sake of cutting. Also, I don’t want any CBT, or anything anal.”


  “Sorry, the anal thing is kind of a requirement. I won’t hurt you there, but I do intend to make use of your ass.”

  “Yeah. I don’t let others dictate that, either, but you can’t blame me for trying.” He shrugged, his scent resigned but accepting as he said, “Okay, but no anal pain.”

  “There’ll be discomfort, and maybe small amounts of pain, but nothing major. As for the CBT, I won’t do anything extreme, but I will pay attention to your cock and balls, and some of it will hurt.”

  “Leave my balls alone. Completely alone. We can negotiate the stuff you want to do with my cock, but not my balls.”

  His scent told her this wasn’t negotiable, but she said, “I’ll want to put you in a harness so you’ll have a hard time coming until I take it off. I also have a restraint device that’ll keep you bent over at the waist — it uses your balls to hold you in place, but won’t hurt unless you try to stand up. Those are the only things I can think of that might involve your nuts.”

  “I think I can live with that for my balls, what do you have in mind for my cock?”

  She shrugged. “Clothespins, some light flogging, I’ll have to see how you react to medical sounds and other types of inserts. If you respond positively then they’ll be part of play, negatively and they’ll be part of punishment, but I enjoy that kind of thing so you can be sure I’ll fit it into our play in one way or another.” She inhaled with a smile. “I can tell you’re both aroused and a little afraid of those things. I also sense some adrenaline. I think we’ll be fine, Eric.” She was quiet a second, taking in the speed and rhythm of his heart. Happy with what she heard, and added, “I think the next step is for you to start hanging out with me at the house — as we are, with no pretenses, without worrying about how the other vampires might take it.”

  “From what you and Abbott said originally, that’s kind of a big step. Isn’t it?”

  “Yes, but if we’re going forward, and with you saying you want us to be exclusive, it’s time.”

  “Will word get back to your ex?”