by Norris,Kris
She uttered a hushed yes as his fingers descended a fraction at a time, smoothing her skin until they stopped at the tip of her narrow slit. He gave her one last smile before easing his finger inside, drawing it through her drenched folds.
Terryn moaned, tilting her hips, trying to force his penetration. His chuckle was the only warning before both his hands engulfed her nipples, tugging on them just enough to cause a slight sting. Her cry vibrated the air and she pulled her knees closer in an attempt to ease the burning need rooted in her sex. Rafe came down over her, his lips hot against the shell of her ear.
“I suggest you open your legs, my sweet, or I’ll move straight to the spanking. And I’m betting the men watching us would love to see me fuck your tight ass.”
Her eyes snapped open. She’d never had anal sex, and just the thought that her first time would be accompanied by an audience sent a shiver through her body.
“Is that fear or anticipation?” he asked, circling her nipple. “Either way, it’d be best if you obeyed me.”
“Yes,” she rasped, opening her legs, groaning when he hooked his thumbs behind her knees and spread her even more.
“Like that. Now since you’ve been so good, I’ll give you a reward.”
Rafe bent down, laving her nipple, nipping at with just the right pressure to gush the liquid from her sex. Fire erupted beneath her skin, coiling tight inside her as if waiting for the perfect moment to explode. She chanted his name, gasping when he switched sides, loving how he could bring her to the brink of pleasure and pain, without fully crossing over. She’d never realised a twinge of pain would make the pleasure hotter, more intense, and almost wished he’d hold true to his threat and take her anally. Rafe raised his gaze to her, and she knew he’d read her mind.
He released her nipple and brought his face even with hers. Here she was, stripped, bound, the moisture from his mouth dotted on her breast, the remnants of her honey clinging to his fingers, and yet, he hadn’t kissed her. His lips brushed over hers, but didn’t linger.
“I know what you want and I promise I’ll have your ass before the night is over.”
She moaned at his words, his breath warm against her skin. Her eyes locked on his as he hovered over her, staring at the fullness of her mouth. She parted her lips, inviting him to taste her, to dip his tongue into her velvet heat. He lowered a bit more, drinking in her frantic breath, touching just the tip of his tongue to her lip. She froze, acknowledging his position as master. A small smile caught one corner of his mouth before his lips touched hers, the contact so light it felt like a soft breeze.
Terryn bit back the moan clogging her chest and forced herself to wait. He was testing her. Watching to see if she was truly willing to submit. Several seconds passed with their lips joined in a fleeting caress, his body suspended above her. He inhaled, humming in pleasure, and for the first time, his breath mixed with hers. She arched under the attack, needing to taste the dark essence of his mouth and was rewarded with the hard press of his lips on hers. She let the moan break free, accepting his tongue as it dipped inside, swirling around as if blending their scents together. She traced his tongue, savouring the dark flavour of his mouth. He tasted as dangerous as he looked, and the combination of restraints and savage need sent a punch of lust to her sex.
Rafe plundered her mouth, pausing briefly for her to suck in a quick breath before kissing her again. Their tongues danced together, his lips cool against hers. A flutter erupted in her stomach, quivering over her as he lowered his body. His clothes were rough compared to the silky feel of his tongue and she wanted to rip the damn things off. He chuckled as she pulled against the chains, a frustrated huff following his retreat.
“Soon. But first I need to taste you.” He held her gaze as he slithered down her body, licking her nipples and peppering kisses across her ribs and stomach as he veered to her weeping sex. He mumbled something she didn’t understand as he stared at her pouting flesh, her open legs parting the smooth lips to reveal the tip of her clit. She glanced in the mirrors, looking away from the absence of his reflection, the stark image too close to convincing her this was all just a dream.
“You’re so wet. Do you respond like this for all your lovers?”
His voice seized her attention and she shivered when he traced the length of her sex, probing the end of his finger into her channel. “I—I don’t know. I’ve only had one.”
Rafe licked his lips at her admission, removing his finger as he brought it to his mouth. He watched her as he sucked the digit clean, moaning in delight. “Your confession pleases me. So I’ll please you in return. Now keep your thighs spread wide while I eat all of this delicious cream.”
Terryn’s face flushed as he dipped between her legs, stroking her mound as he had her hair. He seemed enthralled by the fact she kept herself bare, teasing the smooth skin with his nails. She arched as he drew her engorged lips apart, staring at the tight nub beneath.
“I knew they’d be the same shade as your mouth,” he whispered, blowing a hot breath across her clit, making it pucker in response. “So small and pretty. Flutter it again.”
She tensed her inner muscles, making her clit pulse. His moan made it clench again.
“So damn beautiful.” He lowered his mouth, shooting her a quick glance across her torso, warning her not to look away. Then he distended his tongue, trailing the tip through her thick cream, humming against her flesh, adding another sensation to her already tortured body.
“Yes. Rafe. Please, so good.”
He chuckled, his face still buried between her lips, the husky sound pushing her closer to the edge. He dipped his tongue inside her passage, filling her with firm strokes, but never enough to send her over. Tears pooled, threatening to fall, as he drew the slick juice up to cover her clit, flicking it.
“Fuck, you taste delicious,” he said, lapping at her, sliding one hand to her sex, probing just the knuckle inside. “And tight.” He moaned. “How does it feel to know I’m going to make you come while several men watch from behind the lens? Know that they’ll see your body thrash, your arms pulling against the restraints, your legs bound open? How they’ll watch me drink your creamy release, my fingers wedged inside your sweet pussy, pumping it mercilessly?” He growled and pushed her knees wider, opening her until she thought she’d break. “Does that excite you?”
Her answer was torn from her chest as he sank his finger deep inside, parting her tight walls, making them quiver on his retreat. He plunged again, two this time, spreading them apart, working her virgin-like tissues in preparation for his cock. She tilted her hips as much as the ties would allow, sinking him deeper, pressing his mouth hard against her mound as he engulfed her clit, suckling it into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.
“Come, Terryn. Come now and show these men how my woman orgasms.”
His name became a strangled wail as the coil inside her snapped, whirling outwards, tearing a path straight to her sex. She squeezed her eyes in an attempt to stop the sharp flashes across her vision, but they followed her into the darkness, fading into spires of purple and red. She arched her back up, momentarily suspended by the chains and Rafe’s hands cupping her ass, massaging it, preparing it as his tongue danced lazy circles through her flesh, licking the last remnants of her release. Her breath heaved through her chest, the sensation slowly ebbing, sending only occasional tingles skirting along her skin. She opened her eyes, ignoring her solitary reflection as she met Rafe’s heated gaze.
“Nice,” was all he said, licking his finger clean. “Now let’s move on.”
Chapter Three
Rafe pushed to his feet, jerking off his shirt. His cock was long and hard, suffocating in the confines of his jeans. He shoved the offending garment down, kicking it across the floor, wanting nothing more than to feel her feather soft skin against his. He’d come close to creaming his shorts twice while eating her, and knew if he didn’t sate some of his hunger, he’d do something rash…something sinister.
Terryn whimpered as he circled her breast, grazing her nipple as he continued to her shoulder, tracing the sleek line of her neck. Again her fluttering pulse beckoned him, inviting him to dine on her sweet nectar. He held back a snarl, touching the smooth flesh of her lips instead. They felt so similar to her vagina he dipped down for one deep kiss, allowing her to taste her juice on his tongue.
She groaned as he pulled away, her gaze dropping to his crotch. He watched her, smiling at the twitch of her lips as she studied his shaft, moaning when he made it rise then descend, hovering just above her mouth. She shifted her attention to his face, moistening her lips before returning her heated gaze to his cock.
“You want this?” he asked, fisting his erection, pumping the hard length, making it weep more fluid from the slit. He eased forward, waving the crown above her lips as he continued to stroke the length.
Terryn lifted her head, the tip of her tongue flicking across the hood, bathing the underside in fleeting strokes. Rafe groaned and threaded her hair through his fingers, tilting her head back as he tugged on the strands, wrenching a hungry cry from her lips.
“Answer me, sweet. Or I’ll make your little fantasy come true right here.”
A flash of heat burned in her eyes as she pressed her lips together, laying her head back against the bed. “Yes, Rafe. Please, let me taste you.”
Rafe’s blood warmed at the sultry sound of her voice, so full of submission and desire he couldn’t help but grant her request. He released her hair, moving forward until she could blow a soft breath across the hood. Pleasure lighted along his skin, drawing his balls tight to his groin. He gazed down at her, smiling at the way she bathed the head, licking the sticky fluid off his skin, humming as she closed her eyes, savouring his flavour. He reached out and traced where her lips stretched across his shaft, drawing small circles on the taut flesh as she slipped the crown inside her mouth and devoured his cock in a hungry plunge.
“Oh, my sweet. Your mouth is so warm and moist.” He groaned as she moved up his length, pausing with the bulbous head lodged in her mouth before taking him deep again. “I can’t wait to feel how hot and wet your pussy is.”
She moaned at his words, adding a slight vibration. He clenched his jaw, the beast in him flickering across his features before he dragged the damn thing back. He felt Terryn pause, her jumbled thoughts flashing through his head, but he lost track when she hummed again, sending another tingle through his sac. He cursed, fighting the urge to spew his seed into her mouth. But he didn’t want it to end that way. Their time was limited and if he didn’t move things along, he’d have to wait to claim her.
No fucking way.
He nodded at the thought, allowing a few more passes of her hot mouth along his cock before pulling it free. Terryn huffed at his retreat, not hiding her frustration as she pouted at him, her eyebrows following the downward line of her mouth.
“Time for you to get ready,” he said, reaching for the chains holding her wrists. He lifted them off the posts keeping them on either side of the bed and arranged them in the centre, leaving her arms crossed. Then he released her ankles, flipping her over before strapping them on again, giving her just enough slack so she could tuck her knees under her hips.
“Knees, sweet thing.”
A flash of bumps beaded along her skin as he lifted her hips, aligning them over her knees. More tremors racked her body when he smoothed his hand along the generous curve of her ass.
“So soft and round. Damn I love your ass. I can already imagine the way it’ll shimmy when I slam my hips against you, my cock buried deep inside. This is going to drive our audience wild.” He lowered his chest along her back, wanting her to feel his body surround her. “Get ready to beg.”
Terryn whimpered as he backed away, massaging her cheeks with both hands. “Looks like someone was a naughty little girl tonight. Running away from me. Making me chase you when I’d already won the right to claim you. Now you’ll see what happens to wicked witches who disobey their big, bad vampire.”
Rafe raised his hand, holding it in the air, giving her time to anticipate his next move. Terryn moaned beneath him, tensing a moment before he connected with her flesh, loving how the muscles in her back flexed from the impact. It was even more erotic than when he’d pictured the black cat wanna-be stretched out beneath him, and his only regret was the lack of the woman’s flogger.
Terryn cried out, tugging against the restraints, when his hand landed again, flushing her skin, building the cream between her legs. Her scent grew stronger, filling his senses, straining his cock until he thought he’d explode. Terryn bucked beneath him, her words mumbled against the bed. Rafe stilled, probing her mind. He hadn’t given her a safe word, but she didn’t need one. He could tell her true wishes, and based on the images swirling in her mind, his actions were more than welcomed.
“So pretty, Terryn. So pink and hot against my hand.” He smoothed the skin he’d spanked a deep rose. “Have you had enough?”
She sobbed a harsh yes, trying to sink his finger inside her channel when he drew it threw her slit.
“Tell me, my sweet. Tell me what you want.”
“Now. For the love of God, Rafe, fuck me!”
He chuckled. “Not the words I would’ve chosen, but they’ll do.” He tucked his knees between hers, wedging them further apart, moaning when the simple act opened her cheeks, exposing just a hint of her anus. He dipped his finger inside her pussy, smiling at her cry of pleasure as he drew it along the cleft of her ass, circling the tight pucker before probing the tip inside. Terryn stilled beneath him, her uncertainty marked by the sudden hunching of her shoulders.
“Relax,” he soothed, easing his finger inside the tight, hot passage. “I just want you to feel the sensation of what it’s like to have something inside your beautiful ass. I won’t go any further than this, for now.”
He accentuated his last words, making sure she realised he had every intention of taking her there later. Terryn’s muscles clenched at his intrusion, but relaxed as he worked her channel with slow steady strokes.
“See. It feels good when you relax.” He nudged her sex with the head of his cock, dousing the crown with her juice. She was all but dripping it on the bed and he howled in his head at the thought. “Ready to feel more.”
It wasn’t a question and her answer was little more than a mumbled groan. Rafe rimmed her sex, pushing the flared head an inch inside. Sweet pressure bombarded his shaft, squeezing it from all sides. He threw his head back, a primal plea passing his lips as he pushed against the snug confines, burying himself another inch inside her wet heat.
“Damn you’re tight. So tight I’m not sure I can wedge you apart.” He groaned as more of his length pressed inside, parting her flesh, making her walls quake. Terryn arched under him, fisting the bed, begging him to take her. He removed his finger from her ass, needing both hands on her hips to drive the rest of his cock inside. He pulled back, moaning at the hot grasp of flesh on flesh as his shaft raked through her tissues, her slick juice seeping out to cover his sac. He bent over her, shielding her back, scraping his fangs along her shoulder. She tilted her head, granting him access. He fought the urge to sink them into her pulsing vein, to taste the warm fluid pumping just below the surface.
Rafe cursed as the beast in him roared, demanding satisfaction. He reared back and drove into her, arching under the pressure of her channel gloved around him. Terryn cried out, rattling the chains, making his need soar. He dragged his shaft back, giving her one last pull of his cock through her flesh before poundi
ng into her, claiming her channel in deep filling strokes, using all his weight to slap his sac against her pussy, knowing the movement rubbed her clit, adding more stimulation. Hushed sobs echoed every thrust, but he knew they were cries of ecstasy. Her feelings mixed with his, spinning the room, making him question his motives. Was it just sex? A way to scratch an itch that had been dead for too long? Or was it more?
Her emotions filled his head, and in that instant he knew the answer. She was his destiny, the reason for his existence. And he’d give his immortal life to keep her safe and prevent the talisman from destroying her and her world.
“Now, please. Yes!”
Her words were disjointed, a jumbled mix of syllables and grunts. He picked up the pace, tunnelling back and forth, angling his hips to rub her G-spot. She screamed his name, tossing her head back as her orgasm raced over her, clenching his shaft so hard he stopped, unable to move through her contractions. He groaned, fighting the fire snaking down his spine until she relaxed and he came, shouting her name, growling at painful pleasure of his cock exploding into her, purging his demon seed into her quivering body. He slumped over her, feeling their sweat grease his chest as he fought for breath he didn’t need. He dropped a kiss across her shoulder, hearing her sigh, as she sank into the bed, the chains holding her in place. He waited until her breathing settled before pulling out, loving the breathy little moan she made when his cock slipped free. It was the same sound she’d made at the bar and he cursed the need to have her again. Hell, her release still clung to his cock, glistening in the bright light, but the damn thing thickened regardless, and he had to turn to keep from exploring the tight little pucker he’d touched with his finger.
“Now that was a show.”
The man’s voice sounded behind him, but Rafe was dressed with his hand curled around the man’s neck before the guy could snicker.
“Easy, Rafe,” he rasped, grabbing Rafe’s arm in an attempt to loosen it. “I don’t want any trouble. Not from your kind.”