by Violet Gray
“Oh, I was afraid it hurt.”
“No, it doesn’t hurt. Much.” He winked at her. “Back to your question. Have you ever heard of BDSM?”
She felt her face flame. “Um, yes, I mean, I’ve heard the term, but I’m not well-read on the topic.” Did dreaming of Jackson Wainwright spanking her, tying her to his bed, and fucking her until she cried count?
“Yes, well, I’m not into sadism or masochism, but I’m heavy into bondage and discipline.”
“Oh, my! Really? What does that involve exactly? Wait. You were protecting me from your interest in BDSM?”
“Yes. You have a fragile quality about you, and you’re so shy. I was afraid I’d upset you, frighten you, if I were to pursue you and share my dark desires with you.”
“That’s very sweet of you, Jackson, but I’m not a fragile flower. My parents died when I was little, and I got passed around in the foster care system. I had to learn pretty early how to take care of myself. I wanted to go to college to be a librarian, but I couldn’t afford it. I’ve been working in bookshops. I’ve saved up enough money and have been taking classes here and there. I’ll graduate someday.”
“Of course you will. I know you can do it. But, Katy, about what I said before, about bondage and submission. It’s really about trusting your partner or lover to have control of your body, your desires, and your pleasure.”
Arousal spun through her body, centering at last on your pussy. She cleared her throat. “And you thought I couldn’t handle it?”
“When you put it like that, it sounds awful, but I really thought I was protecting you. I don’t know, Katy, maybe I was protecting myself. I’m not wired for a commitment, and baby, you’ve got happily ever after written all over you.”
She wriggled off of his lap and sat facing him on her knees. “You’re attracted to me though, right?”
“Very,” he said, and she thought she caught a flash of something dark and dangerous in his eyes.
“So, if I said I wanted to experience bondage and submission in a safe way, meaning with you, would you be willing?”
“I told you, sweetie. I can’t be in a long-term romantic relationship. I just can’t.”
“I didn’t say anything about a relationship. I just want the experience. Well, that and I would very much like for you to take my virginity.”
“Your…you want me to take…dear god, Katy!”
The expression on his face was priceless. “You don’t want it?” She asked, gazing into his face, searching for she knew not what.
“I’d be honored, baby, and when you’re ready…”
“I’m ready now.”
“No, sweetness, you experienced a horrible trauma last night. It can’t possibly be a good idea for us to make love right now.”
“Don’t you see, Jackson? I want to replace the scary stuff with good stuff. I’ve never been with a man, and so right now, my only memory is of that monster in the alley. Please, give me a good memory to go back to sleep with.”
“There’s something else, Katy.”
There was more? “Yes?”
“I’m going to tell you something so you’ll be prepared, but before you leave my home, I will take the memory of my words away. I don’t have a choice.”
“I don’t understand.” How on earth could he take away a memory?
“Oh, god, I don’t want to scare you. I’m so afraid of upsetting you, frightening you.”
“Jackson, please, tell me.” Good grief, he was treating her like she was two years old!
He took her face in his hands and whispered, “Katy, I want you to stay calm. Don’t scream. Don’t run. Stay here with me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand.” Good lord, out with it already, Jackson! He was making her crazy.
“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”
“Of course you won’t,” she assured him. “You’re a good man.”
He closed his eyes and drew a deep breath. “That’s the thing, baby. I’m not a good man. I’m a vampire.”
She shook her head. “What? No. No, that’s not possible. There’s no such thing.”
He smiled then, and she saw his long incisors. She reached out to touch one, captivated by the sharp point. How would it feel for him to pierce her skin with those teeth? Would he drink from her body? Oh, dear, god, he was a vampire! She was in bed with a vampire. Wow.
He groaned. “Say something, Katy. Please. Tell me if you’re afraid.”
“Yes, I’m afraid, but I trust you. I know you don’t want to hurt me, Jackson.”
“I don’t normally drink from humans. I have a source for donor blood. Before I rescued you last night, I’d eaten. I was sated, so even though you bled, I didn’t feel the need to bite you.”
“That’s good, right?”
“Yes, but, baby, if I were to take you, to take your virginity, I’d want to bite you. And it would hurt. A lot, at first. But then, you’d feel pleasure.”
“I want that. I want you to take me, to bite me, to make me yours, even if only for tonight.” God, yes, please! She’s always been attracted to Jackson, but she’d thought he was out of her league…looks-wise. The man was divine, after all. But now, here he was in bed with her and she was pretty sure, he was almost willing to make love to her. She felt herself blush.
“Are you sure? You’ve been through a lot. I don’t want to pressure you…”
She swatted at his arm. “Silly, I’m the one pressuring you!”
He chuckled. “Who knew you could be wicked, hmm?”
Bravely, she reached for the hem of her nightgown and lifted it over her head.
“Katy, don’t.” His voice was hoarse and ragged.
But it was too late. She tossed the gown onto the floor and sat there on her knees, waiting for him to make a move. He was a vampire, and he was going to fuck her. If she were the fainting sort, she would’ve swooned.
He groaned low and deep. “Dear god, Katy, you’re breathtaking.” He reached out and cupped her large breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. She shivered, and he smiled. “So responsive.” He moved his hands lower, caressing her waist and her belly.
She fought the urge to suck her tummy in. He seemed to like her just the way she was. He caressed her belly button, sending a shock of pleasure to her pussy. Who would have thought? He moved his large hands to her full hips and pressed his fingers into her flesh. Moaning, she felt herself leaning forward, into his touch. He swatted her bottom and she squealed, loving his hand hard against her flesh. Neither reached for the lamp, both content to explore in the warm glow of the light. With one hand still on her hip, he traced the top of her thigh then down to her pussy.
“Take off your panties and sit back up.”
She hurried to comply.
Fingering her curls, he whispered, “I knew you were a natural blonde.”
She might’ve giggled had he not been touching her down there. “Oh, Jackson, please!”
“What do you want, baby?”
You! “I don’t know. I don’t know.”
He sat back against the headboard and she whimpered. Spreading his legs, he held out his hands. “Come sit between my legs and lay back on my chest.”
Eager to please, she did as he said. She could feel his huge cock pressing into her back through the fabric of his shorts. With one hand on her breast, he reached around with his other and covered her mound. Gently, he pressed a finger inside her.
Pleasure, so sweet she thought she’d die, coursed through her veins. “Oh, Jackson!”
“Are you all right, sweetness?”
Embarrassed, she admitted, “Yes, I just never…no one’s ever…”
“I know, baby.” He pressed his finger deeper inside of her, and her inner muscles clamped down on him. Withdrawing, he pressed inside again, this time with two fingers, stretching her hymen and making her squirm.
“Oooh, yes, please, more.” She let her head loll from side to side, loving the sensation of h
is long, stiff fingers inside her pussy. How would it feel to have his cock inside her? “Wait! I’m not on the pill.”
“It’s okay, love, I can’t make you pregnant.”
This shouldn’t have made her sad, but it did.
Moving his fingers in and out of her wet slit, he gave her a taste of what fucking would feel like. Though judging by the size of his enormous cock, this was a very little taste. Her pussy clenched at the thought.
He fingered her clit with his thumb and she lifted her hips in eager response. He pressed and rubbed harder and harder, while his fingers moved in and out of her pussy. “Jackson, oh, Jackson, help me!”
“What’s wrong, baby?” He stopped touching her, pulling his fingers from her aching body.
She moaned, her jaw dropping open. “Oh, god, no, don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”
He inserted his fingers again and pushed deeper, harder.
“Oh!” She felt her body contract and break loose, soaring high above everything. Her pussy’s spasms gripped his fingers, squeezing again and again. “Oh, god. Oh, god.”
Lifting her off him, he laid her on the bed. He stood and shucked off his shorts then quickly settled between her thighs. “Katy, are you sure this is what you want?”
Um, yeah, more than breathing! She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”
“So polite. So sweet. I can’t believe I get to love this beautiful body. I can’t wait to fuck your sweet little pussy, baby.”
Could she possibly blush any deeper? His words set her pussy aflame. She lifted her hips, encouraging him to take her.
“Easy now. We’re going to take this slow, okay?”
She nodded and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Katy, would it be okay if I held your wrists later?”
She knew he was asking because of the attack. “Yes, it’s okay. Just don’t grab my throat.”
He nodded, understanding, and she didn’t miss the flash of anger in his eyes. She knew he was remembering her attacker and what he’d come so close to doing to her. She shivered. This was why she needed a new memory. Something beautiful. Being in the arms of a man who would do everything to keep her safe.
She felt his penis prodding her pussy. How much would it hurt? “Will it hurt a lot, do you think?”
“I don’t know, Katy. I’ve never taken a virgin. Never in my two-hundred years. I’ll be careful, though. I promise.”
She nodded, understanding. “Take me, Jackson. Please.”
He pressed against her opening and met with the resistance of her hymen. “Damn, I don’t want to hurt you.” He drew back and she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing her ankles at the base of his back.
‘Don’t leave me,” she begged.
He pressed a kiss against her lips then drew back so he could watch her face. He wanted to remember this moment always. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered a moment before drawing back then plunging deep.
She screamed in pain at the sharp tearing of her hymen. “Oh, Jackson, it hurts. It hurts so much.”
“God, Katy, I’m sorry.” He was buried in her to the hilt. “Do you want me to take it out?”
She shook her head. “No, but can you just be still for a minute or two, maybe I can get used to the feel of you inside of me.”
With his thumbs, he wiped away the tears streaming from her beautiful blue eyes. “God, I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. I wanted this. I wanted you to be the one to take it.”
“Thank you,” he murmured then covered her mouth with the gentlest of kisses, all the while buried deep inside her. Her inner muscles fought to adjust to his length and girth, but he was so big! His kiss deepened, and he slipped his tongue between her lips, sweeping every sweet surface and dancing with her tongue. Finally, she felt her body begin to accept him. “Jackson? I think I’m okay now.”
He nodded, his expression serious, and withdrew all the way. Prodding her slit once more, he pushed in deep, slowly, carefully.
She loved the sensation of his cock sliding into her tight, wet heat. She sighed. “Oh, Jackson, do it again.”
He growled. “Are you sure?”
She nodded quickly and lifted her hips to prove she was ready. He withdrew and plunged deep again and again, pumping into her with more and more force with each thrust. He took her wrists in his hands and held them above her head, his gaze pinning her as thoroughly as his cock pinned her pussy.
“Oh, Jackson, you feel so good!”
“Baby, you have no idea. You are so goddamn perfect, so small and tight, so hot and wet.” He continued to thrust, and she met him every time, lifting her hips in supplication.
She loved the sensation of him fucking her slit, but she craved something more. She knew what she wanted but she didn’t dare ask. He’d said something about discipline, and that had made her think of spanking, something she’d often fantasized about after reading erotic books.
“What are you thinking, Katy?” He’d stopped moving his hips, his penis no longer driving into her. “You’re far away. Are you all right?”
She nodded. “I’m fine. I just…something you said earlier…the thing about discipline. It reminded me of some books I’ve read, and I was wondering what it felt like in real life.”
His grey gaze had darkened to black. “Tell me. Tell me what you want, and I will make it happen.”
“But we’ve already started,” she reasoned, wriggling her hips and making him groan. “It’s okay. We can talk about it later.”
“Katy. Now.”
She shivered. He still held her arms above her head and his hips pinned her to the bed. She couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. “I was thinking about this scene in one of my favorite books. The hero…um…he spanks the heroine.”
“What does he spank her with?”
“In that scene, he uses his hand. She’s bent over his lap. Is that sort of what discipline means?”
“Discipline can be done in different ways, but yes, spanking is one of them. Wondering how a spanking would feel, hmm?”
Nodding, her face flushed hotter, and she wished she could cover her cheeks, but he still held her fast.
“Very well.” He slowly drew out of her body, climbed out of bed, and settled himself into a chair in the corner of the room. “Come take your spanking, little girl,” he murmured, his tone dangerous.
She didn’t dare disobey. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hurried to stand before him. “Jackson, what do you want me to do?”
He groaned deep in his throat. “I love your voice, Katy, especially when you say my name. Bend over my lap.”
She braced herself with her hands on his muscled thighs then lowered herself over his lap. He arranged her body, so her ass was high in the air and pressed his hand against her lower back, holding her in place. “Are you sure you want this? It will hurt.”
“I’m sure. I’ve wondered for a long time how it would feel to be spanked and then…”
“Fucked?”
She nodded. “I trust you not to really hurt me, Jackson.”
He struggled to ignore the ache in his groin. God, he wanted to be back inside of her, to fill her with his vacant cum. Pushing his need aside, he lifted his hand and brought it down on her left ass cheek.
“It stings,” she said.
“Yes.” He brought his hand down again, this time on her right ass cheek.
“Can you hit me harder?”
“Dammit, Katy, if you had any idea how hard this is for me.”
She twisted, trying to see his face. “Why is it hard?”
“Because spanking you arouses me and makes me want to fuck your pretty little pussy until you scream.”
“Oh. Do you want to stop?” She really hoped he wouldn’t.
He brought his hand down again, harder now, first on the left, then on the right.
“Oh, Jackson, it hurts! But it feels so good to have your big hand hitting my bottom. Hit me again.”
Cursing, he spanked her harder, faster, until both ass cheeks gleamed a brilliant, beautiful red. She moaned, “More! More!”
He lifted her off him, stood, grabbed her into his arms and placed her on the bed, her hips almost coming off the edge of the mattress. “But I wanted more,” she said.
“What you’re going to get is my cock in your slit. Understand?”
She nodded, arousal painting her pretty cheeks bright pink.
He lifted her legs so they were both vertical and resting against his broad, muscled chest. Reaching under her hips, he raised her a few inches and guided his cock to her slit. He pressed the head inside of her, and she moaned. “Oh, yes, Jackson!”
“Do you want me to take you gently?”
Predatory fire sparked in his eyes. She knew what he wanted, knew what she wanted. Shaking her head, she said, “No.”
Nodding, he held onto her legs and drove his cock deep into her. She couldn’t move her hips because he was holding her legs too tightly. She realized that’s what he wanted, to trap her, hold her still, so he could be in total control. She sighed, loving his domination of her body.
“What are you thinking?” he asked, continuing to thrust hard and deep, sending shudders quaking through her body.
“Nothing,” she fibbed.
Drawing out, he pierced her pussy with a violent stroke. She screamed, loving the feeling of his angry thrust. “Okay, okay, I was thinking I love how you’re holding me tight, controlling my body.”
“Katy, my girl, I do believe you are the perfect little submissive.” He fucked her again and again, driving fast, driving deep.
She couldn’t stop the pleasure washing over her from his words. When she’d read those books, she’d wondered if she might be a submissive. Now, she knew. Now, if only she could convince Jackson to take her on as his personal sub. With one hand, he reached down and toyed with her clit, still driving into her with his thick, heavy rod. “Jackson, ooh, Jackson!” Her orgasm hit her like a stormy wave crashing against the shore, tossing her about ruthlessly, her body shaking and shuddering, her inner muscles clamping down on him again and again.
He shouted her name, “Katy!” and found his own release, pumping into her three more times as his hot cum filled her. Releasing her legs, he lowered them and bent down over her body. He gazed at her for a moment then pressed a kiss to her throat. She felt his mouth against her neck and tensed, bracing for the pain.