“Then I’d run my thumb over your nipples, savoring the feel of them as the peaks hardened until you begged for my mouth on them.”
Mia’s breath came in heavy pants as she did what he described and ran her fingers over her nipples until they hardened. She’d pleasured herself countless times over the years, especially since she’d started abstaining. Just because she’d chosen to focus on her didn’t mean she hadn’t missed orgasms.
But this was so completely different than those times when she’d been with other men. Completely different than when the need of her body had become too much for her to take and she’d slid her hand between her legs to ease it.
This wasn’t screwing or scratching an itch. This was something so much more. It wasn’t his hands stroking her, yet the way he stared at her made her feel as if they were the ones sliding over her body now. The intensity of his stare already had her on the brink of orgasm. If he ever did touch her….
If she didn’t shy or run away from him, she knew she’d come apart completely in his arms.
“Then I’d pinch your nipple. Harder.” His lips skimmed back when Mia did what he commanded. She moaned at the sensation of her fingers pulling at her flesh. “While caressing your breasts, I’d run my tongue over those nipples to soothe them before pinching them again.”
“What then?” she gasped as her body clamored for release.
“Then I’d run my hands down your sides toward your panties while my mouth continued to feast on your breasts.” He watched her hands slide down her sides, her head falling back so her pert breasts jutted mouthwateringly toward him. “I’d follow my hands with my mouth, down to the edge of your panties, and I’d take them in my teeth.”
Her fingers hooked into the band of her underwear. “Then?” she whispered, anticipation pulsing inside her.
“Then I’d pull them off you, taking my time to explore every inch of you with my hands and mouth as I went. Take them off, Mia, slowly.”
This domineering side of him was something she hadn’t known existed, but she reveled in it as she slid her underwear down her legs.
“Lie down on the bed,” he ordered.
Mia stepped out of her underwear and strolled over to the bed, her hips swaying. She felt his gaze on her every step of the way as she climbed onto the bed, her ass in the air. The rending sound of fabric followed her.
Mia’s heart leapt into her throat when she glanced over her shoulder to find his blood-red eyes watching her. For the first time since she’d started this, trepidation slithered through her. She burned for his touch, but if he grabbed her what would happen? Would she turn him away? If she refused him, would he forcefully take from her as those other vampires had?
Before this had started between them, her answer to that final question would have been a resounding no. David would never harm her. But she’d never seen anyone so close to the brink of losing all control as he was right then. His lips had compressed into a flat line, the veins in his arms standing starkly out as his muscles trembled with his restraint.
David lifted his eyes to hers when she hesitated and a wave of distress washed off her. He knew he had to look half wild, but when she’d crawled across the bed with her round ass in the air, he’d nearly pounced on her like a cat on a mouse.
“I won’t touch you,” he vowed. “I won’t make you do anything you’re not comfortable with.”
“How… how do I know you’ll be able to keep control of yourself?” she stammered.
His fingers dug into the comforter as his gaze lifted to the posts of the bed behind her head. “I promise I won’t, but if it will make you feel better, you can tie my hands to the posts.”
“You’ll easily be able to break free of any ties.”
“You’ll be able to get away from me before I do.”
The problem was she didn’t know if she’d want to get away from him before he broke free, and if he grabbed her she may freak out. Or she could remain completely calm and not freak out at all. It wasn’t a chance she was willing to take.
She knew she should put a stop to this, but she couldn’t bring herself to move away from him. She wanted him, and it had been so long since she’d taken anything for herself.
“I promise, Mia, I won’t hurt you. We can end this now. All you have to do is say ‘stop.’”
She gazed uncertainly at him before climbing off the bed. David watched her walk away before releasing his death grip on the comforter. His knuckles ached when he opened them, flexing his fingers. He didn’t know what she would choose until she came back to him with two pieces of white cloth in her hand. It took him a second to realize the two pieces were belts from the thick robes stashed within every bedroom of this place.
He was so hard he couldn’t think straight as she neared to stand before him. David pulled his legs onto the bed and slid up to rest his back against the thick chestnut headboard.
Mia glanced between his wrists and the solid bedposts. They’d hold a human without a problem, but he could break them in a second. “Are you sure?” Mia asked, uncertain if she was talking to him or to herself.
“Am I sure I want to be tied up by you while you do whatever I command or whatever you wish to me? Oh, I’m fucking positive, Mia.”
Her body quickened with fresh yearning at his words. No going back.
He was magnificent and he could be hers, if she would allow it. But did she dare? Sex with someone was one thing, but letting someone in was a whole other thing completely. It may already be too late for that, she realized. She’d already opened herself up and revealed far more of her life to him than any of the other men she’d been with over the years.
But she was petrified of what lay ahead. All of the other life-changing events she’d gone through had been bad—really bad. And this would be life-changing; she didn’t try to lie to herself and say it wouldn’t. However, she couldn’t see anything with David being bad. It simply couldn’t be, not when he made her feel so alive and powerful.
She gazed at his hands as he held them out to her. Taking a deep breath, she decided to continue living in the now. She stepped closer to him and tied one of the belts around his right wrist before looping it around the pole.
“I’ve never….” She glanced at him from under lowered lashes.
“I’m happy to be your first, then.” The predatory smile he gave her had her hurrying to finish what she’d started.
Her heart hammered as she climbed back onto the bed and eased herself carefully over his long legs as he spread them out in front of him. His eyes tracked her every move when she took hold of his left wrist. Her fingers caressed the pulse pounding in his wrist before she looped the terrycloth around it and pulled his hand toward the other post, wrapping the belt around the post and cinching it. With nothing left to do, her gaze nervously went back to his. Her nipples puckered when she discovered his eyes on her breasts.
She sat over him, her knees straddling his legs as she tried to figure out what to do. His erection jutted enticingly up between them, the head of it glistening with pre-cum once more. Just looking at it made her throb with need. He’d let her do whatever she wanted to him, yet the strength of the powerful muscles beneath her made it clear he was anything but helpless.
Reaching out, she hesitatingly trailed her fingers down his chest. His muscles rippled beneath her touch as his hands gripped the belts and pulled them taut. The wooden posts creaked from the force he applied to them, but he didn’t pull on them again. His skin was supple beneath her hand, though it covered muscle that felt like steel. Crisp blond hair sprinkled his chest and encircled the nipples she rolled between her fingers.
“It’s your turn to be satisfied, Mia,” he said in a hoarse voice.
Her head tilted to the side as she watched him. Her fingers lifted to trace the curve of his full lower lip. “What would you do to me next?”
His eyes filled with red again when they came back to her. He blinked as he seemed to try to recall where they’d been. F
or a second, the electric blue of his eyes slid forth to mix with the red. His eyes latched onto the dark brown curls between her thighs, shielding her from his view. Kneeling before him, her breasts heaved with her shallow breaths. She may shy away from his holding her, but her body was begging for him.
“You’re aching for release right now,” he said.
Her eyes came up to his and for the first time red color crept across her cheeks. He didn’t think it was from embarrassment, but the needs of her body. “Yes,” she murmured.
“I’d give that to you, Mia, by running my hands over your thighs. Then I’d follow them leisurely with my tongue as I tasted every inch of you.”
She whimpered and her hands fell to her thighs. “Then what?”
“Then I would dip my fingers inside you, stroking you in and out with one finger and rubbing against your clit until you were writhing beneath me. Touch yourself, Mia, but as your fingers slide into you, picture mine rubbing against you, fucking you deeper and deeper until you’re on the verge of coming.”
His heart raced as he watched her fingers sliding through her curls. She gasped, her body arching toward him as she dipped a finger into herself. “Are you picturing me?” he demanded.
“Yes,” she moaned.
David bit his lip, drawing blood, but he barely noticed it as he watched her in fascination. “When you were begging for more, I’d stretch you farther by slipping two fingers inside of you to better prepare you for me, but I wouldn’t enter you. Not until I was sure you could take me.”
“What if I was already ready for you?”
David’s hands tightened on the cloth bindings, stretching the fabric taut. “Then I’d slide my fingers away from you and draw you against me.” Mia’s hand fell away and she crept closer to his waist as he spoke. “Taking hold of my cock, I’d guide it into you until I buried myself all the way inside you.”
Her hips moving against him caused him to buck at the sensation of her wet warmth sliding over his dick. Her palms pressed flat against the headboard as she bent until her lips barely touched against his. David remained immobile, letting her feel her way along until her tongue slid over his lips and she licked away the blood that had trickled down his chin.
He opened his mouth to her questing tongue and the sweet taste of her filled his senses. His tongue entangled with hers when her hands clasped his cheeks while she deepened the kiss. She moved her hips over him once more until she was in a position to take him into her body.
The warm heat of her sheath gripped the head of his cock as her body parted to allow him to partially enter her. The creaking of the wood forced him to ease his grip on the ties as she parted farther to his invasion, and his dick was gripped by her tight muscles.
“Mia,” he groaned against her mouth when she froze above him, and her kiss stilled.
Her fingers trailed across his cheeks, her breath warming his mouth while her lips brushed his. He was caught in a tumultuous hell of sensation and need as he remained only partially buried within her. He could tear the binds free, grab her hips, and drive himself into her before she could get away from him. He could ease the strain in his body and take his release, but he would lose her if he did.
Deep breaths. He didn’t dare move for fear he would do exactly that to her.
She pulled back to stare at him. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the vulnerability he saw in her beautiful blue eyes. He forgot all about his compulsion to bury himself within her and give them the release he knew they both needed. Right then, it was only the two of them in this moment—a moment unlike anything he’d ever shared with another.
Then her tight muscles eased around him and she slid down to take him fully into her. His hands instinctively jerked against the binds as her body gloved his cock perfectly. The overwhelming sensation of being buried within her nearly caused him to come before she even moved. He gritted his teeth against the impulse as she remained immobile on top of him, her eyes searching his.
It had been years since she’d had sex. She wasn’t used to having another within her, but Mia nearly cried at the feeling of completeness that came with David stretching and filling her. She couldn’t stop staring at him as a muscle in his jaw ticked to life while red and blue flashed through his eyes.
He looked so volatile and feral, yet he didn’t try to tear free of his bonds. He didn’t move beneath her, allowing her to adjust to his size and waiting to see what she would do. His barely restrained control was evident in the harsh lines of his face, yet he put her needs ahead of his, something no one had done for her since her parents died.
She bent to kiss his chin. He tensed when her nipples came into contact with his chest, and she lifted her hips so he slid a little out of her before she lowered herself down again. She moaned as the rigid length of him completely filled her once more.
Leaning back, she gazed down at him. A thin layer of sweat glistened across his body. All his muscles stood out starkly, and a vein pulsed in his forehead. She’d never seen anyone so magnificent. He deserved better than her and all of her many inadequacies, but he was hers and she was never going to let him go.
The exquisite friction of him sliding in and out of her as she began to move faster became all she could think about. Her fingers trailed down his chest as she traced over his muscles there, learning every dip and hollow, how he reacted to her touch, and what pleased him. With other men she hadn’t bothered to learn what they enjoyed, she’d simply wanted to ease her need, but she couldn’t get enough of exploring David and studying his reactions to her.
When she looked at him again, his eyes were latched onto her breasts as they moved and swayed before him. She took hold of them and circled her thumbs over her nipples. His lips skimmed back to reveal his fangs, but he didn’t try to strike and sink them into her. She pinched her nipples as he’d asked her to do earlier, and his hips rose off the bed. She gasped when the movement drove him deeper into her.
Resting her hands on his shoulders, she pushed back on him, grinding her hips against his. His heels dug into the bed to lift his hips again. He thrust hard into her, and she cried out in ecstasy. A coiling tension built within her, spiraling higher and higher as he plunged deeper and deeper until it felt as if he touched a piece of her soul.
Screwing had always been pleasurable enough before, but it had never been anything like this. She had to connect with David, to have him within her, possessing her. And she wanted more. Her eyes fell to the vein in his throat, pulsing with every rapid beat of his heart. Her fangs lengthened, saliva filling her mouth as thirst seared her veins.
“Do it, Mia.”
As before, she was helpless to disobey his commands. With lightning speed, she sank her fangs deep into his vein. The hot wash of his blood slid down her throat, and she mewled as joy scorched her. Her hands resting against his chest kept her from pressing her body fully against his—she still didn’t trust herself to have so much skin contact with him—but the heat of him warmed her skin as his blood filled her in ways she’d never been filled before.
Her body rose and fell faster as his mind opened to hers, and his undeniable bliss engulfed her. The overwhelming sensations caused her head to spin and her body to ache in the most wondrous of ways.
David’s body arched beneath hers as she drained his blood in greedy pulls, and her body rocked against his. His arms jerked involuntarily against the binds. The wooden beams cracked as the cotton fabric shredded and fell around him. He managed to keep himself from seizing her waist by slamming his hands onto the headboard. The wood splintered beneath his palms while he held onto it. Her movements became more demanding as he felt her nearing the brink.
She retracted her fangs from his neck and rose to ride him faster. He hungrily drank in the wanton way her body moved over his as her hands ran over her breasts, cupping them and rolling them within her palms. Her head fell back and she cried out as her muscles gripped his shaft.
The force of her climax was his undoing. He dr
ove his heels into the bed as he buried himself deeper into her and found his release as her body hungrily pulled his semen from him. More wood splintered beneath his hands, but he managed to maintain his hold on the bed as her muscles continued to contract around his cock.
Delicious shivers rolled through Mia as she slumped against his chest. She’d just experienced the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life.
Most times, she’d found a form of distraction in sex. A few times she’d stared at the ceiling and pondered what to do for the rest of the day, but what had just transpired between her and David had been beyond simple sex.
What they’d shared was something far deeper and more intimate than anything she’d ever known before. Something within her had shifted and changed when they’d joined together. Something was still shifting and changing as his blood flowed within her. She already wanted more of him, more of his taste and feel, more of everything.
Even now, her body continued to grip at his shaft while she felt the ongoing pulse of his release deep within her. His blood blending with hers warmed her almost as much as his body did. She nestled against him, inhaling his woodsy scent and the scent of their joining as it mingled in the air.
Protected, safe, cherished. For the first time since her parents died, that was exactly how she felt. She’d come home in his arms. She’d been so lost, but now she’d found exactly where she was always supposed to be. Tears pricked her eyes. His lips nuzzled the top of her head as her fingers dug into his solid chest.
The heat of him, the feel of his skin against hers, wrapped her within a warm cocoon, trapping her there. Her chest constricted and her breath hitched as her haze of euphoria slipped away. The sensation of skin against skin woke something more in her, something she’d somehow managed to bury for a bit.
His woodsy scent faded away as her memories thrust her back to another time and another place. The vile aromas of body odor, fear, blood, and death encompassed her as she found herself chained to a wall once more. The bed was no longer beneath her. Instead, she felt the cold of the concrete floor she’d slept on for an unknown period of time before they’d moved her to the warehouse.
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