PASSION'S VINTAGE: THE STAR

by Morgan Hawke

  A hard wet throb slammed her. Her back suddenly arched, and her legs jerked rigidly apart, instinctively presenting herself like a mare before a stallion awaiting the first thrust. Her breath hitched in her throat. She struggled to breathe and teetered on the edge.

  "You're about to cum, you're right on the very edge." He grunted and slid his cock between her thighs, rubbing the swollen head against the wet folds her body. "I bet you'll cum on the first thrust."

  Bryn felt her body respond to his questing flesh with a warm wet roil of slavering hunger, and a tight stiffening coil that stole her breath.

  "I am so fucking hard, that I'll probably cum as soon as I squeeze into that tight cunt of yours."

  She shut her eyes. She wasn't going to make it...

  The elevator door dinged, and opened.

  "Son of a bitch!"

  "Get your filthy hands off her!"

  Boyd whipped around. "How the fuck did you get in here?"

  Bryn sagged in the manacles. He stopped, thank God he stopped… She saw movement in the window glass's reflection. Two figures came charging out of the elevator, one in a long black coat and the other in ash gray.

  "Security recognized us ass-hole."

  The two figures tackled the naked reflection of Boyd. She couldn't make out a whole lot but she heard the meaty thuds of fists and heard Boyd's frustrated cry of pain.

  "And stay down, you sack of shit," Nick said with deadly venom.

  "I'll hold him," Conner said with crisp anger. "Go take her down." The ratcheting sound of handcuffs was loud in the small room.

  "She mine," Boyd protested.

  "She's under our protection you little shit," Conner snapped.

  "Bryn?" Nick said softly at her shoulder.

  Bryn could only moan in reply.

  "Fuck..." His fingers brushed against the straps on her head. "Damn thing's got a fucking padlock. Hold still, I have to cut it off you."

  She felt the strap at her jaw give and suddenly the bridle was pulled away. Her mouth felt stretched and dry. "God... Nick?"

  "I'm right here, we're getting you out of here..." He pressed against her back and reached for the manacle on her wrist.

  His scent wrapped around her, warm, delicious, safe... Bryn felt the roaring tidal wave of orgasm rise in a horrendous rush of agony. She threw back her head and screamed.

  Nick jumped back. "Son of a bitch!"

  The rush slid back and seethed. Bryn sagged. "God..."

  "Conner, I can't touch her..." Nick's voice trembled. "She's about to blow."

  "It's all right, take her down and let her go."

  Nick turned around to face Conner. "I can't. Her talent is riding it. It's too strong. I don't think..." His voice broke. "I don't think I can control myself."

  Conner sighed. "Yes you can. You're not like this little shit. You never were. Just hold her and let her go. You'll be fine, and then we'll go have a scotch."

  "Okay." Nick stepped behind Bryn. "Okay..." His hands fumbled with the buckles on her wrists. "Hold on, sweetheart. Just hold on, and we'll do this together."

  Bryn nodded and worked to get herself under control. "I'm sorry," she whispered from her dry throat.

  "For what?" Nick slanted her a cold hard glance. "Did you volunteer for this?"

  Bryn shook her head. "He dragged me out of the shower."

  "There, see? You're..." Nick hissed. "Conner, she's got welts on her. He hit her with something."

  "Horsewhip," Bryn husked. "A riding crop."

  "That is going to cost you, Boyd," Conner said with deadly calm.

  The last buckle came free and Bryn sagged into Nick's arms. Orgasm rose in a crushing wave and her back arched. She felt him take them both to the floor. She bucked and gasped in his arms, her heels thumping on the floor, trying not to scream, trying not to cum…

  Nick struggled to hold her. "Conner! What's wrong?"

  Bryn froze, taking small panicked breaths, her heart thumping hard in her chest with the crushing wave of orgasm hanging over her. She trembled rigid in Nick's arms and stared up at him.

  "She's holding it in," Conner said calmly. "Tell her to cum."

  Nick shot him a panicked look. "What?"

  "Tell her to cum," he repeated patiently. "She won't let go until you do."

  "You told her not to cum?" Boyd gasped. "Is that why she held off so long, compulsion?"

  "You, shut your hole," Conner snarled. "She doesn't have enough in her to make her do anything she doesn't want to do. Bryn held off because she wanted to, not because we made her. She fought to hold back so long, she's just too afraid to let it happen."

  Nick brushed the pale strawberry blond hair from Bryn's cheek. A wrinkle formed between his sharp black brows. "Is that it sweetheart? You held back and saved yourself, and now you can't let go?" He lifted her and cradled her against his heart. "Damn good work, sweetheart." A crooked smile lifted the corner of his mouth. "But, you're safe now. I have you and you'll be fine." He sucked two fingers into his mouth then pressed them into her slick body.

  Bryn moaned and arched, raising her knee to give him access.

  "Cum for Nick, sweetheart. Cum for me." He curled his fingers within her.

  Bryn felt the wave fall and crush her in painful glory. She screamed and bucked in his arms as climax hit her, then again, and again, in storm after violent storm.

  Nick gasped and threw back his head, his long fangs out. His arms crushed her to his heart as she came and came.

  Across the room Conner gasped. "Mother of God!"

  The storm ended and Bryn took a deep breath. She blinked tiredly up at Nick.

  Nick panted harshly and groaned. "Well that was one hell of a joyride." He smiled wearily down at Bryn. "You gonna live?"

  Bryn gave him a small smile. "I think so."

  "Good." He grinned broadly then lifted her to his shoulder like a child. "Good girl."

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and her tears soaked into his ash gray coat.

  Boyd moaned. "I could taste her all the way over here!"

  "And you wanted to destroy all that potential?" Conner dragged him to his feet. "You will pay, Boyd Ransom. You will pay and dearly."

  Bryn sat on one of the plush chairs, wrapped in Nick's gray coat and watched Conner and Nick tie Boyd to the frame in her place.

  Boyd pulled at his bindings and shouted. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

  Nick looked at Conner. "Are you sure...?"

  Conner gave Nick a chilly smile. "Absolutely. His brother won't be pleased, but he'll understand. She was under our protection, we're well within our rights." He looked back at Bryn. "Do you want to give us a hand here?"

  Bryn set her jaw. "Sure." She walked around to the front and stared at Boyd's infuriated face. "What do you want me to do?" What ever it was, she hoped Conner would make it hurt.

  Conner slanted a determined look at Boyd. "All you have to do is make him cum and we'll do the rest."

  Bryn tilted her head to the side. "Make him cum?"

  Boyd exploded. "No, no, no! You can't do this to me!"

  Conner bared long teeth. "We're only doing what you were about to do to Bryn It's fitting, don't you think so Nick?"

  Nick's mouth was a cold hard line. "I think we should slit his throat and leave him."

  Boyd promptly went ballistic, screaming and fighting the chains that held him.

  Bryn's brows shot up. "You're going to drain him?"

  Conner nodded. "We won't kill him, but he won't be smiling at any camera for quite some time." Conner slapped Boyd's sweating cheek. Boyd abruptly stilled. "You were turned when? Nineteen-thirties, right?"

  Bryn's mouth fell open. Nineteen-thirties?

  Boyd simply shuddered.

  Conner bared his long teeth. "Pay attention Boyd. Humans survive this better than we do. If we take too much, we'll kill you."

  Nick whacked the back of Boyd's head. "Snap out of it. If we miss, they won't even know what to make of your dried
out corpse. Nineteen-thirties, right?"

  Boyd nodded his head.

  Nick scowled. "He's going to taste like sewage."

  Conner returned an equally sour look. "Oh I know." He crooked a finger at Bryn. "Can you get him to cum?"

  Bryn nodded. "No problem." She pulled the coat from her shoulders and handed it to Conner, who tossed it on the chair. She tossed her long hair behind her and knelt.

  Nick frowned. "Don't get any of his cum in your mouth or anywhere else."

  "As if?" Bryn snorted. "I know what I'm doing, trust me." She waited for Conner's nod then pressed Boyd's semi-hard dick between her breasts. She squeezed her breasts around him and pushed upward, stroking his cock between the soft globes.

  Boyd groaned and hardened.

  Conner's brows shot up. "Now that is an interesting picture."

  Nick nodded sharply. "It's giving me ideas."

  Bryn pumped Boyd's cock with her breasts then looked up and saw Boyd watching in alarmed interest. He licked his lips. With a slow smile, Bryn stuck out her tongue and licked the swollen head of cock.

  He gasped and panted.

  Bryn she felt his cock pulse between her breasts. A tear of cum appeared on the head of his cock. "He's just about there, guys."

  "Are you ready?" Conner asked softly.

  Nick bared his long teeth. "Oh yeah."

  Bryn pressed his cock and her breasts against his belly. With one hand, she reached under and sought the sensitive spot between his balls and his anus with her fingers. She rubbed the sensitive spot with her fingers while squeezing his hard cock with her breasts.

  Boyd threw back his head and choked. "God, no..." He jerked in the chains and his balls emptied their load on Bryn's breasts. The vampires sank their fangs in his throat and drank, and drank...

  * * * *

  "Well now, my dear, that little stunt was pretty spectacular." Conner keyed the elevator open.

  Bryn lifted a brow and gave him a grin. "I have hidden talents."

  Nick barked out a laugh. "I think I'm going to like having Bryn as a long-term house-guest!"

  Conner shook his head "Life will certainly be, adventuresome." He gently coaxed Bryn into the elevator in front of him. "Lets get you into some proper clothes and go home."

  Bryn nibbled on her bottom lip. "Colorado huh?"

  Conner nodded. "I have a suite overlooking the valley that will suit you perfectly. Oh, and a new computer that will arrive on Monday."

  Bryn's mouth fell open "A new computer?"

  "You offer her balcony suite in Colorado, and she gets excited over the computer. Jeeze..." Nick laughed and the elevator doors closed.

  * * * *

  On the floor beneath the bondage frame a very old, very naked man stirred, and whimpered.