by Wood, C. C.
I was so caught up in the sensation of his hand on my bare skin, that I forgot his instructions and shook my head. Two short smacks on the fleshiest part of my bottom made me squeak. That stung. It didn’t hurt badly, but it was enough to get my attention.
“No, Sir. I don’t know why I’m being punished,” I gasped.
His hand resumed its movement on my back. “You let another man touch you without my permission, Ivie. That is unacceptable.”
I wanted to argue. That was ridiculous and sounded like a bullshit excuse to me. Still, I wasn’t in the position to be defiant, so I kept my mouth shut.
“Next time, I will ask you how many swats you think you deserve. This time, I will decide.”
I swallowed the squeak that wanted to crawl up my throat.
“Though this is the first time you have misbehaved, your choice was a very bad one. I think that we will start with ten.”
I sighed, thinking that ten didn’t sound like that many. At least he hadn’t chosen fifteen, or, God forbid, twenty. I twitched slightly as his hand began to caress my backside, squeezing and molding my flesh.
“You will count them for me aloud,” he said. “And you will call me Sir. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir,” I answered.
Suddenly, the loud crack of his palm meeting my skin filled the room and my entire body went rigid. Holy fucking shit, that hurt! His hand had come down directly on one of my cheeks.
“Ivie,” he prompted.
“One, Sir,” I choked.
The next slap wasn’t quite as hard, but it still stung, and it was centered over my other ass cheek.
“Two, Sir.”
After the fourth swat, I wasn’t sure I could make it to ten. My ass felt like it was on fire. When I reached six, the burning sensation on my bottom had spread to my pussy. By the eighth blow, I was struggling against my bonds to raise my ass in order to meet his hand.
Lex paused after the ninth blow. I whimpered. Even though the skin of my ass ached, I needed that final blow. The pain had mixed so thoroughly with the pleasure that I couldn’t recognize either clearly. Finally, when I thought I would lose my mind, Lex brought his hand down on both my cheeks.
I shuddered against the spanking bench, desperate to come but not able to cross the line alone.
“Ten, Sir,” I moaned.
In less than five seconds, Lex had released my legs and hands and was carrying me to the bed with an arm behind my back and another under my knees. Setting me on my feet, he unhooked my bra and stripped it off my arms before he tossed me on the sheets. Lex was on top of me before I managed to get my bearings.
Quickly, he grabbed my arms and lifted my hands above my head. I twisted to watch as he snapped my restraints to another small O-ring hidden at the top of the mattress. Panting, I tossed my hair out of my face, my legs moving restlessly against the sheets. The smooth fabric beneath me was cool against my burning skin, but it felt rough under my abused ass.
I watched in silence as Lex climbed off the bed and literally ripped his shirt from his body. My eyes followed every bulge and flex of his muscles as he stripped the material down his arms and dropped it on the floor. He toed off his shoes and socks and started on the buckle of his belt. I licked my lips with anticipation.
As suddenly as he began his striptease, Lex stopped, his hands going to his hips as he eyed me speculatively. Leaving his belt undone, he turned and began walking away from me.
I almost called out to him, but bit my tongue. I didn’t know what he was doing or planning, but I did know that I didn’t want to fuck this up. I had to trust him. I watched in silence as he took another set of restraints off the wall and brought them to the bed. There were two thick straps that looked like larger versions of my wrist cuffs and two longer, thinner straps attached to the top of those.
Smiling that same wicked smile he’d given me outside, Lex wrapped one of the thicker pieces around my thigh. The thin strap was attached to the top. He repeated the process with my other leg. Just as I realized what he was planning and started to protest, he grabbed both the thinner straps and attached them to the headboard on either side of the O-ring my hands were clipped on. This act brought my knees up almost to my chest and spread legs wide, leaving me horribly vulnerable.
My wide eyes met his, and that devilish smile never left his face.
“Perfect,” he growled.
His eyes drifted down my naked torso to my pussy. He never looked away as he climbed off the bed and finished unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. I watched as he stripped off his pants and underwear, leaving him naked. And what a sight it was.
There was naked, then there was extra special, that isn’t gonna fit naked. My pussy spasmed at the thought of him trying to slide that monster inside me. After the spanking, however, I was game to try.
Never taking his eyes off the area between my thighs, Lex crawled across the bed to me. I couldn’t help shifting under his stare. Was he going to do what I thought he was?
As his face drew level with my pussy, he leaned down and nipped my inner thigh. Yes, I realized he was going to do what I thought.
Still looking at my most private places, Lex spoke. “I have wondered for months about this, Ivie.”
I looked down my nude body at him, struggling not to writhe on the bed like a nymphomaniac at the image of his face right between my thighs.
He traced a finger over my clit and I almost screamed. After the spanking, my girl parts felt as though they were a hundred times more sensitive than usual. “I wondered how you would taste.”
I moaned, letting my head fall back. Then his tongue swiped over my clit and my back arched. I couldn’t move much, but my hips tried to buck as he devoured my pussy. He licked and sucked as though he were starving for the taste of me. In less than a minute, I felt my orgasm bearing down on me like a rocket. It was going to be huge. Just as the tingles in my clit began to signal my oncoming climax, Lex pulled his mouth away from me and blew lightly.
I groaned loudly, thrashing against my restraints. I wanted to scream and curse, but I bit down hard on my bottom lip. Somehow, I remembered that I wasn’t supposed to speak unless he asked me a question. How I did that, I had no clue because I could barely remember my own name.
Lex levered himself over my body, sliding his cock over my clit in a slow, firm motion. I tried to close my thighs around his hips but I was bound too tightly. His eyes were almost so bright I thought I would burn to ash under their intensity.
His mouth crashed down on mine and I could taste myself on his lips. His tongue thrust into my mouth as his hips moved against mine in a slow, maddening dance. Lex nipped my bottom lip before moving down my neck, grazing the skin with his teeth. I thrashed beneath him, too caught up in the tsunami of my desire to try and control my movements.
Then his lips closed around one of my nipples, sucking hard. I cried out, arching my back into the intense sensation. His teeth bit delicately into my breast without breaking the skin before he moved to the other one. As he continued to torture my nipples with his teeth, he never stopped sliding the thick, pulsing length of his cock against my drenched center, bumping my clit with each stroke.
Just before I was about to explode into a thousand bits, Lex stopped and knelt between my thighs.
“Please,” I whimpered.
He seemed absorbed with the sight of the crown of his cock rubbing lightly against my clit. Still, he responded.
“Please what, Ivie?” he asked.
“I need you,” I whispered. And I did. I needed to feel that thick, long, beautiful dick thrusting inside me more than I needed my next breath.
His hand lightly slapped my pussy and I gasped at the heat that streaked through my extremities. Then his fingers dipped inside my drenched opening.
Lex lifted his eyes to mine as his fingers crooked inside me, pressing firmly against that special place inside me that made me feel like my skin was going to split in two.
“Who does this pu
ssy belong to?” he asked.
I answered without a single hesitation. “You.”
He grinned that diabolical grin again. “Who do you belong to?” he demanded, his fingers sliding in and out of me, first two, then three, stretching me until I felt a slight burn.
My head whipped against the sheets at the sensations he was creating in my body. Again, he lightly slapped my clit, but this time with his other hand. I screamed.
“Answer me, Ivie,” he growled.
“You! I belong to you!” I cried.
As soon as I said it, the head of his cock replaced his fingers and he began to push inside me. I froze, barely breathing, as he pushed in an inch. Lex pulled out slightly, then thrust deeper. He repeated the motion three more times before he was seated fully inside me.
I knew he was large, but my pussy burned as it stretched to accommodate him. As though he sensed my distress, Lex pressed a thumb against my wet clit and began to draw firm circles. Within seconds, I relaxed around him, only to tighten again as he began a long slide out of me.
Lex groaned and forged back into my body, deep and slow. Then he did it again. I tried to lift my hips, to urge him on with my body, but he wouldn’t have any part of it. He continued to massage my clit as his thrusts became deeper, harder, and faster.
“Are you going to come on my cock, Ivie?” he asked in a deep, gravelly voice that made tingles dance down my spine.
I gasped and writhed beneath him, but didn’t answer. His hand stopped moving on my clit and snaked up my torso to pinch my nipple. The sharp pain traveled straight down my abdomen to the place where our bodies were joined.
“Answer me,” he commanded.
“Yes! Yes, Sir!” I cried.
His thumb was suddenly on my clit again, pressing in deeper and harder, moving more quickly.
Then the orgasm he had denied me twice before detonated within me with the force of a nuclear bomb. My entire body seized, my head flying back, and I screamed. My entire being was focused on the feeling of his cock between my legs and his hand on my center.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned, his thrusts becoming short and jerky and I knew he was coming with me.
He slowed the movement of his body within mine, as my pussy contracted around him from the aftershocks of my devastating orgasm. As my body quieted, Lex pulled out of me gently and I quivered at the sensation of his cock leaving my body.
Inexplicably, my eyelids grew heavy. I was already drifting as he unhooked my legs from the headboard and removed the thigh straps. My arms tingled as he loosened the wrist cuffs and lowered my arms, massaging my shoulders and biceps gently.
The last thing I remembered before sleep claimed me, was the feel of his hot, naked body curving around my back and his arms wrapping around me tightly.
Chapter Thirteen
Sometime later, I woke up with Lex’s mouth latched on my neck as he slid a hand between my legs. Still drowsy, I arched my back, grinding my ass against his cock. He groaned and nipped my throat lightly. As my arousal increased, he rolled me onto my stomach, lifting my arms above my head and using one hand to pin my wrists down to the mattress. Then he slipped his fingers from between my thighs and his hard cock replaced it.
I squirmed and moaned beneath him as he worked his length into me. Flat on my stomach, with my legs so close together, it was an extremely tight fit. When he bottomed out inside me, Lex withdrew and began to thrust hard and deep. I gasped as every muscle in my body tensed. Within minutes, I hovered on the edge of what promised to be a fantastic, toe-curling orgasm. I tried to thrust back against him, to encourage him to go faster.
Lex merely laughed softly in my ear and used his strong thighs to force my legs together. I was stretched out on my stomach, arms and legs pinned. Finally, he moved forward until he was straddling my hips. When he moved, the angle of his penetration changed and I saw stars. After two more thrusts, I turned my head, sank my teeth into his bicep, and came hard.
Lex growled against my shoulder, his teeth sinking in so deeply I was sure he had broken the skin, and pounded into me. I knew I would be bruised. Moments later, I felt him shudder against me with his own release.
He stilled over me, resting most of his weight on my back.
“Can’t breathe,” I gasped.
Lex grunted and rolled off of me. I shifted slightly, trying to catch my breath and I grimaced at the size of the wet spot beneath me. Then reality raised up and bit me right on the ass. Oh God, he hadn’t used a condom. Either time. Oh fucking, fucking, motherfucking hell.
When my body tensed, Lex turned his head to look at me in the dim light of his play room. He must have turned off most of the other lights sometime before, I thought inanely.
“What’s wrong, little one?” he asked, rubbing a hand down my spine.
I tossed my hair out of my face and glared at him. “You didn’t use a rubber!”
Lex looked at me as though I had lost my mind. “What?”
“A condom, a glove, a fucking prophylactic!” My voice rose with each word.
He stared at me blankly then threw his head back and roared with laughter. I barely refrained from smacking him on the chest. While I was almost certain he wasn’t angry with me any longer, I didn’t want to push my luck.
“I don’t understand how you can find this so funny,” I snapped. “For all I know I could have some half-vampire growing inside me, waiting to eat its way out of my uterus! Or a freaky disease! I never, never have sex without protection unless my partner has had a health exam first!”
His laughter died immediately and his chocolate brown eyes pierced me with laser-like intensity.
“You find the idea of my child distasteful?” he asked, his voice dangerously soft.
I was too wigged out to be scared of his tone. “No! I find the thought of dying at the fangs of my hypothetical infant distasteful. One, because I don’t want to die. Two, because I don’t want my imaginary child to grow up thinking that they killed me!”
It wasn’t until Lex’s face relaxed after my words that I realized how he interpreted my fit. With my eyes huge, I shook my head at him. “I didn’t mean that as a slur against vampires, Lex. I’m freaking out here!”
He rolled me over so that I was lying on my back and he leaned over me, a slight smile on his face. “Well, calm yourself. You won’t be having any hybrid babies. I can’t get you pregnant as long as you’re human.” I swallowed hard because that meant he could knock me up if I became a vampire, which I wasn’t sure I wanted to do. “And vampires don’t carry disease. Our bodies are immune to all sexual illnesses. We can smell it in the blood and avoid drinking from infected humans unless we have no other choice. Ill people don’t taste very good.”
My eyes bugged out of my head even more. That was more than I needed to know.
He pushed my hair off my face. “I promise that you are safe with me, Ivie,” he said earnestly.
I shook my head. “I can’t think about this right now. If I do, I will lose my shit.”
Lex smiled. “I have the perfect distraction.”
I looked at him expectantly.
“A shower.”
Honestly, that sounded good because I was a mess. But I had one question first.
“Can we drop the ‘Sir’ stuff for a while?” I asked. “I think you’ve blown my mind enough for one evening.”
He laughed and squeezed my waist. “How about this, unless we’re in this room or I tell you that you must call me Sir, you don’t have to say it?”
I nodded, then remembered that we were still in the dungeon and added a cheeky, “Yes, Sir.”
Lex chuckled and climbed out of the bed before he plucked me off the sheets. He threw me over his shoulder like a damn sack of potatoes and carried me, naked, up two flights of stairs and into his bathroom.
“I can walk, you know,” I complained as he leaned over to place my feet on the tile.
I forgot all about my complaint as I looked around the huge bathroom. It was half t
he size of my apartment.
“Maybe I just enjoy carrying you,” he murmured as he leaned into the glass-encased shower.
I watched as he turned on three showerheads. I decided then and there that this bathroom would be mine from now on. If Lex tried to get rid of me, I’d just have to tie him up in his own dungeon so I could keep the use of his shower.
He nudged me through the door and under the hot water. As soon as the liquid hit my sore and well-used body, I closed my eyes and sighed in contentment. These showerheads were fantastic.
“What are you thinking about right now?” he asked.
I opened one eye and stared at him. “How much I love your showerheads,” I answered. “And trying to figure out a way to trap you in your dungeon so I can use this shower whenever I want.”
He smirked. “All you have to do is ask,” he said simply.
“Sorry, I’m not asking. You might say no. I’m telling you. Shower. Mine.”
Lex chuckled and stepped in, lining his body up behind me. His hands slid around my waist, pulling me tight against him. I felt his lips touch the side of my neck before they moved up to my ear.
“Haven’t you realized I can’t tell you no, little one?” His voice was low, gravelly, and I felt it all over my body.
I started to turn around but Lex stilled the movement. He stepped back, but used one hand on my hip to keep me in place. I heard the top of a bottle click open, Lex’s other hand disappeared. I waited and then I felt his hands in my hair. My head fell back and I groaned as he massaged shampoo into my hair and scalp. It felt fantastic. I let him wash and condition my hair, then wash my body, feeling both relaxed and turned on simultaneously. I turned when he was done helping me rinse and placed both hands on his chest.
“Your turn,” I said.
He stood still as I reached up, pressing my breasts against his chest as I washed his hair. I had him tilt his head back under the spray of one of the heads, then I took the washcloth and soap. After I worked up a good lather, I began to run the cloth all over his gorgeous body. I noticed scars. Lots of scars. I used my fingertips to learn each curve of his heavily muscled shoulders, down his chest and the ridges of his abdomen. Then I moved down to his legs. I washed the firm muscle of his ass, before moving around to the front.