by Violet Gray
“Poor baby,” she murmured and dropped a kiss on his lips. She made to pull away and he drew her close, kissing her with a ferocity which stole her breath and made her knees go weak.
Pulling away, he brushed a lock of hair from her face. “I got here as quickly as I could, but you were a blur!”
“I was? It felt like I was moving in slow motion.”
He shook his head. “Baby, those guys didn’t stand a chance. I’m so sorry I doubted you.”
“Hmm, well I’ll have to think of a way for you to make it up to me, then.” She smiled, delighted he and his friends were safe.
Hand in hand, they walked back to the house, his friends trailing behind them, whispering who knew what. She tuned in and heard William say, “She killed four! Four fucking demons and that little Southern belle obliterated them. Damn, Jackson gets all the luck.”
Peter laughed. “Yeah, until they get into their first fight and she hurls an energy ball at his head.”
She spun around. “I’ll have you know I do have self-control. I would throw an iron at his head. Or a frying pan, maybe.” Spinning daintily on her toes, she walked quickly toward the house, hovering inches above the ground, moving like an ethereal specter.
“William’s right, old man,” Alexander said. “You are one lucky son of a bitch.”
“Damn right,” Jackson agreed, nodding his head and joining his friends in a replay of her best moves. “Did you see the way she flew up in the air and flipped, forming a ball mid-flight?”
“Oh, hell to the yeah,” William said.
“Sexy,” Peter said, whistling.
Hearing every word—though she didn’t know how—Katy laughed. Four gorgeous men talking about her like most men talked about quarterbacks. Tomorrow better prepare itself. Today was going to be hard to top.
Chapter Seven
Back at the house, she went up to his room. Lighting candles with her finger was fun. Rummaging through his drawers and finding ties and belts to bind herself to his bed…serious fun. Undressing quickly, she gagged herself with a tie then attached her ankles to the posts at the foot of the bed. Reaching over her head, she somehow managed to tie her bound wrists to a slat on the headboard. Closing her eyes, she let out a breath. All that hurrying had left her breathless. Well, that and fighting demons.
“Katy! Katy girl! Want to come have…” He walked in the door and saw her. “…supper?”
She shook her head, hungry only for him.
‘Damn girl, how many more tricks do you have up your sleeve? You’re going to kill me if you keep this up.”
She smiled around the gag which probably looked ridiculous. Jackson didn’t seem to notice. Kicking off his shoes, he climbed between her legs and pressed two fingers into her pussy. “God, you’re soaked!”
She nodded, willing him to hurry, to take her, but Jackson would not be rushed. “Be right back, baby,” he promised. He returned in a flash and held out his hand. Ice cube. Oh, god. Climbing back on the bed, he drew icy trails over her neck then held it out for her to lick. Her breath coming in shaking spurts, she yearned for him to take her. Trailing the ice over her breasts, he paused over her left nipple, the sensation bordering on pain. She lifted her hips as much as her bindings would allow, signaling him she was ready.
“Not yet, angel,” he said, dragging the ice cube down to her belly button, swirling it around the sensitive spot, then down lower, tracing the line between her pussy lips. Oh, god, why had she gagged herself? She couldn’t bear it. He popped the ice cube in his mouth and sucked. Lowering between her legs, he opened her pussy lips with his thumbs then thrust his frozen tongue into her slit.
“Mmmmmm!” she screamed though the sound was muffled. Too much, it was too much.
In and out, he thrust his cold tongue then holding the cube between his teeth, he smiled at her wickedly. She shook her head. He wouldn’t! Oh, god, but he would. With his teeth, he inserted the cube into her slit. Pleasure and pain warred with each other and she squeezed her pussy walls in anguished response.
She writhed in her bindings, moaning and weeping, tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t possibly bear anymore, but he continued to push her boundaries, pressing his index finger into her anus and fucking her there as she clenched and unclenched her pussy around the melting cube. She felt the water begin to drain out of her body.
No more. No more. She wanted to beg. Needing him inside her, she lifted her hips off the bed, beseeching him with her eyes.
“You gave me a terrible scare today, Katy girl, and so you must be punished. Removing his belt from its loops with a whisk, he doubled it over and brought the belt down on her upper right thigh.
“Mmmmmmm!” Oh, god, it hurt. She wanted more.
He brought the belt down on her upper left thigh, harder this time, and back and forth, he struck her bare flesh until her thighs were rosy red. He dropped the belt and unfastened his pants, freeing his cock. In a flash, he was between her legs. He reached inside her pussy and finding the cube melted, he replaced it with his cock, shoving into her with a force he’d never shown her before.
So this was what it was like to be truly fucked by a vampire. He drove into her again and again, each thrust more powerful than the one before it. She would come, but she wanted him to tell her it was okay. She wanted to be a good submissive. “Mmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!” She moaned, trying to get him to ungag her. He did. “Oh, god, Master,” she cried as he fucked her vigorously. “Please may I come?”
He smiled, and she saw his gleaming incisors. “You may,” he said before burying his mouth against the fullest part of her breast and biting down hard.
Shrieking in pain, she lifted her hips off the bed, her back arching. Such sweet, sweet agony. As he sucked her, she came, every muscle in her body forced to contract and release again and again. The burning at her breast mirrored the fire in her pussy as he rammed into her one last time, filling her with his steaming cum.
“Dear god, help me!” she cried. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She lay there, bound and helpless, sated and happy. He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I love you, Katy girl.”
She started. What? What did he say? No, it wasn’t possible. “But you don’t do relationships…”
“Dumb rule. Dumb, dumb, dumb.”
She giggled and sighed as his cock began to lengthen and thicken inside of her. She arched a brow. “Nice trick.”
He withdrew and she whimpered, but then he thrust hard and deep, ramming into her to the hilt.
“I love you, too!” she said, her voice loud enough to reach downstairs where three men chuckled around the dining room table.
She could see and hear them in her mind. Jackson thrust into her again, and suddenly all she could see, hear, and feel was him.
He took his cock out of her pussy and hovered above her, his dark gaze serious. “Will you marry me, Katy girl?”
“I will,” she murmured against his perfect mouth.
“I like you like this, all tied up and helpless to resist me.”
“Better than you like me fighting demons?”
“Oh, hell yeah,” he said on a laugh. He rocked his head from side to side, admitting, “Although William’s right. That was pretty hot.”
“Damn right. Master, may I make a request?”
“You may,” he said, his voice returning to that gorgeous stern, dangerous tone.
“Take me?”
The End
About the Author
Violet Gray fell in love with romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been a devoted fan ever since. She lives in a small Southern town in Mississippi with her two children, a cat who thinks she’s a princess, and a poodle who thinks she’s a cat. Visit Violet on her blog at http://thevioletgray.blogspot.com. Find her on Twitter @TheVioletGray.
Other titles by Violet Gray
Submitting to Ethan
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Dani’s Dom
Dominating Grace
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rested in learning why I write erotic romance, please visit my blog at http://thevioletgray.blogspot.com/2013/10/why-i-write-erotic-romance.html