I lean close to the back of her hair and whisper confidently, “See, Cosette? I know you. I know exactly what you need in a lover. You can’t hide your desires from me … ain’t gonna happen. I admit that I’m a totally dominant asshole and I expect things to go my way. Now, we’re gonna try this again, sweetheart. Position yourself for me like I asked you to earlier. And I’m warnin’ you: the next time I gotta punish you, it’s gonna be twice as harsh, and it will be with my belt instead of my palm.”
Her palms are flat and her face is turned away, right cheek pressed against the fabric of the comforter. She nods. I move my hands away, freeing her, and watch her crawl across the bed, turning to face me when she reaches the pillows.
I watch her closely, waiting to see what she’ll do next. She knows me well enough by now to understand that I’m as tenacious as a Nile crocodile. I play to win. In all ways.
“We straight?”
She seems a little embarrassed by the spanking but I can see in her eyes that it’s turned her on beyond belief as she answers softly, “Yes, we’re straight, Colton.”
“Good girl. Can’t wait to lick that pussy of yours, baby. It’s so unbelievably addictive, you know that?”
A look of shyness I haven’t seen before crosses her features. After a moment’s pause, she purrs, “I love the graphic things you say to me.”
“Good. I’m glad. ’Cause it’s true.”
I bind my hands around the underside of her propped up knees and stare down at her pussy a second before I drop down, lowering my shoulders between her legs. She sighs deeply and her hands play against my hot neck as I flick my tongue out to connect with her eager little clit. Her body writhes in response to the sensation but I pin her hips down and begins to lick faster, determined to work her into an absolute frenzy for me before I fuck her into oblivion. My right hand glides down her inner thigh and I pull my mouth back long enough to lick two of my fingers, wanting them slick for entry. Her needy whimper floats down from above my head as I simultaneously seal my lips over her pulsing clit while filling her tight sex with both my fingers. Her hips begin to buck wildly and her hands frantically run a path across both my head and neck, pulling me closer into her, desperate for more as she struggles beneath me. I’ll give her everything.
Swirling my tongue harder, I up the pace. I can tell by her incoherent cries along with the tightening of her muscles that she’s close, very close.
Her wetness is covering my face as I raise my head to say, “Give me those eyes.”
Her lips are parted and her breathing is ragged as her eyes flicker open to meet mine.
“Wanna eat that beautiful orgasm that’s coming. You’re gonna give it to me right now, Cosette.”
Her onyx-colored eyes gleam with unchecked lust as she practically begs, “Please, do it! I need it so badly from you.”
I grunt in approval and get back to my task of shattering the recollection of any lover she’s ever had.
I test her limits and slowly work three thick fingers up inside, filling her tight sex while my lips and tongue make a rapid, relentless circuit over and around her throbbing clit. Inside of five seconds she loses it, thrashing wildly beneath me. Her piercing scream of unchecked pleasure sets my neck hairs on end as I pump my fingers into her, pushing against the gorgeous contractions of her orgasm, drawing it out to the maximum.
She finally calms and I push up on my arms, panting hard as I tell her harshly, “Now it’s my turn, angel.” My lips curl into a feral, predatory smile. “I’m gonna fill you so deep that you’re always gonna feel aching and hollow without me inside. And Cosette, you’d best brace yourself, ’cause it’s gonna be miles from gentle.”
She’s still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure as excitement dances in her eyes. She starts to push herself up onto her elbows.
“No.” I plant my palm between her breasts and force her back down.
“Want you looking straight up into my eyes when you come again, and you will, wildcat … oh so sweetly, and only for me.”
I grip my granite-hard cock in my fist and work the straining head into the slick entrance of her tightness.
“Oh my God, Colton!”
Ignoring her cries I grip her shoulders and pummel my entire length right into her. A loud snarl rips from my throat as I start up a controlled, punishing rhythm, fucking her with everything I have in me.
Her pale hands fly up and she braces herself on my dripping forearms. With each thrust she is sliding farther up the bed, so I reverse my hold, scooping my hands beneath her armpits and gripping her against the scapula and tops of her shoulders. She’s not going anywhere now. My cock wants nothing more than to explode inside her, but I need her to give it up one more time for me before I’m satisfied tonight.
Sweat is dripping from my face down onto her breasts as I continue to drive her hard.
“Slide your hand down between us, angel. Work that sweet clit for me.” My voice comes out in a guttural rasp and I hope that she can understand me. I’m close to losing it from the perfect grip of her drenched pussy to the look of ecstasy on her heartbreakingly beautiful face that is staring up at me in lustful awe.
I can feel the back of her hand bump against my lower stomach as she begins to pleasure herself.
“Mmm … yeah!”
Her sexy little sound is so erotic. Time to help her out.
I edge my knees closer and lever upward on each thrust, determined to hit her g-spot as I give it to her. Each time I pull all the way back, near breaking the contact before I slam home with precision.
Her desperate pleas fill the room, “Oh, oh yeah! Gonna cum, right now, oh my God, Colton, just like that!”
Her body goes wild beneath me as the force of the second orgasm rips through her. I ramp up the thrusts, struggling to push into her glove-tight pussy that is clenching me relentlessly.
Fucking heaven … nothing better.
Suddenly I feel a blazing sensation at the base of my spine just as I swing my hips out and back into her perfect heat.
“Ah, fuck!”
My orgasm blindsides me, rising up like a tidal wave on the heels of hers, its brutal force rocking me to the core. I’m buried deep inside her when the final pulses subside.
My arms are shaking and my only option outside of crashing down on top of her is to use my last reserve of energy to twist and fall down beside her.
I’m staring up at the chandelier, trying to get my breathing under control when I realize that she’s still and quiet beside me.
“You all right?” I glance over and see that her eyes are closed.
She whispers, “I think so, just give me a minute.”
Propping myself up on my elbow, I touch her cheek and freeze as she flinches.
I pull my hand away. “Hey, look at me.”
Her eyes open, pupils still black as night as her head turns to me, “Please ….”
“Was I too rough with you or are you just thirsty? Talk to me, Cosette.”
“No. The sex was brilliant, beyond words.”
“Then what the fuck’s wrong? You’re hungry?”
“Yes. I … I’m sorry, I’m just trying to get control over the urge, Colton.”
I don’t miss a beat. Leaning in, I offer my neck. “So, do whatever you need to do.”
She scrambles off the bed so fast that she nearly trips and falls in the process. Her arms are wrapped around her waist as I sit up and say in an exasperated voice, “Woman, get back here and drink from me. The solution is right here.” I pat the empty space beside me and wait.
She looks longingly and then shakes her head. “No, I don’t trust myself. I already shared that I could kill you. Doesn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Nope.”
“Nope? That’s your only reply when it comes to your life, Colton?”
“Yep. Know you wouldn’t let it get that far. I trust you, Cosette.”
She looks away, seemingly ashamed. “Well, you shouldn’t. I lost c
ontrol once and killed someone, an innocent guy. I swore that it would never happen again.”
“Darlin’, people wind up dead for loads of reasons with every passing second. I wouldn’t offer myself up as your late-night snack if I thought for one instant you weren’t in total control. Besides, you look pretty healthy to me.”
“And what is that supposed to mean, exactly?”
“Means that you get your nutrition somewhere, baby, and I’m guessin’ it’s not all from others like you. So, why can’t I be what you need in all ways? I want that, Cosette.”
She’s touched by my persistence and says hesitantly, “Well, there might be a way.”
Now we’re getting somewhere. “Tell me.”
“If you could restrain me it might make things easier; then if I lost control you could easily back away until I got myself back together.”
“You mean tie you down? ’Cause I think I really like where this is goin’, angel.”
“It’s not a joke, Colton. It’s for your safety.”
“Sweetheart, I don’t need jack shit holdin’ you down ’cause like I’ve already told you, repeatedly, you have more control than you think, but you wanna go that route, I got lots of gear around here that might work for that idea of yours. This bed frame is solid iron. I could tie you to that. Like it. Kinda kinky, actually.”
“You’re unreal.”
“You just remember that, wildcat. Feel free to scream it to me next time I’m riding you. It’s so fuckin’ hot.”
She rolls her eyes in mock exasperation and asks, “Do you have steel?”
I think for a minute. “Got some galvanized steel cable downstairs that I use with my winch.”
“That might work. Can you find a way to secure it to the frame, I mean, so I can’t get loose?”
“Yeah. I can handle that. Hold tight, don’t go nowhere. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.”
I hop up and tag my boxer briefs off the floor, slide them back on, and rush out of the bedroom to get the supplies I need.
If someone would’ve told me a month ago that I’d be strappin’ my vampire lover down to keep ’em from eatin’ me alive, I would’ve laughed my ass off. Now it’s become a sexy as hell reality.
***
I’ve just finished trying to finger-comb my wild hair into some sense of order when an excited shiver goes through me. Colton is standing there in the thick shadows of the doorway, silent and watchful, with two lengths of cable dangling from his clenched right fist.
His voice is deep, nearly unnerving when he glances down to murmur, “They’re coated, so, yeah, that’s better, I guess. Won’t rip into your wrists.”
“All right. Do you have anything to secure them with?”
His left fist opens, producing an unopened twin pack of padlocks. “Was thinkin’ I’d use these to secure the door on the shed out back. Like your idea a lot better.” He always knows how to break the tension as he continues playfully, “Arms overhead like a good girl so I can tie you up.” His devilish grin widens, displaying his white teeth. I have a flash of him with fangs, biting into me. The erotic vision makes my breath hitch.
“What is it?”
I shake it off and raise my arms, murmuring, “Nothing.”
Lying on the soft bed I suddenly feel shy and a bit awkward that he’s about to restrain me in order for me to eat from him.
The weight of his knee makes the bed dip as he drops the hardware at the base of the mattress. Planting both palms next to me, he comes down in a push up-like stance to brush a kiss across my lips. “Promise you’ll take what you need, ’kay?”
“Yes, I will,” I answer quietly, trying to recall the last time I was so excited to taste someone’s blood.
I come up with the answer immediately: never.
“All right. Let’s get this party started. Now grab hold of the metal.”
I’ve never had a relationship with a human before now, mostly due to their fleeting mortality, seeing it as pointless unless they are turned, and that is rare. It’s worked out well for Ambrose and Alina and apparently Severin is incredibly happy with his mate Calla—same for Case and Kiana. But they were all turned under dire circumstances. What if you give your heart to someone and they eventually decide that vampires are vile or worse? What if they are killed in the crossfire of territorial violence, too weak in their human state to adequately defend themselves in the dangerous world you selfishly dragged them into … what then?
“Hey.” His index finger presses against the underside of my chin. “What’s goin’ on in that gorgeous head of yours? Second thoughts already?”
I shake off the grim thoughts. “Not at all. See? Hands in place.”
“Good girl. You know how I like it when you listen to me.”
Mmmm … and his dark rewards are always so impossibly sweet.
He straddles me and swiftly and efficiently twines the first cable twice around my wrist. Tight enough that there is no way my hand could slip out. There are loops with clamps at the base of each cable, the kind that a hook or clasp would slide into. He opens the padlock and slips both into the loops before hooking it over one of the thick swirls of iron. The lock closes with a crisp ‘snick’ sound and he wastes no time doing the same with the opposite hand. I know that I could instantly trace away and if I really strained, break the cables along with the ironwork of the bed, but this is a very effective precaution should I completely lose control and try to ravage his neck. It would buy him enough time to get away from me—not much, but enough. It passes as a safety measure.
“Gonna need to take you tied up like this sometime soon. Think you landed yourself a deviant sex fiend, darlin’, but then again, I think that it’s you who brings it out in me.”
“Come closer, Colton.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh yeah.”
He leans in and his scent crashes over me. My hands clench tightly—I’m so desperate to taste him. He’s not four inches away when I stare intently into his eyes. The act of glamouring masks the sharp sting of my fangs before I plunge them into his skin. It’s like a sedative of sorts, only one that acts on your perception of pain, guaranteeing that the experience is mutually satisfying. When his eyes glaze over I whisper seductively, “Closer, and tilt your neck to my lips.”
The heat of his skin brushes against my lips and I nearly moan at the mouthwatering contact. I strike fast, my mouth opening wide as my fangs penetrate his skin in one swift motion. The first taste of his rich blood stuns me with its intoxicating flavor. I knew he would taste amazing, but his blood is so complex and flavorful, like a perfectly blended, rare Cabernet Sauvignon. I’m immediately grateful that I’m strapped down. He gives only a little start at the initial unfamiliar pressure when I begin to drink from him in deep pulls. Our bite offers another benefit … mind-bending sexual arousal. He moans restlessly as his hands fist into my hair. His cock, now rock hard and on the verge of orgasm is straining against his boxer briefs as his hips press aggressively against my stomach. Damn … if my hands weren’t restrained, I would so take care of him ….
His voice is a raw whisper. “Shit, so good, baby.”
He’s being pounded by wave after wave of need and lust as I draw deep from him. Not too much … retain control. Nice and easy, Cosette.
After two more pulls I reluctantly release my fangs and swiftly lap twice at the wound, knowing that my saliva contains healing properties that will cause the punctures to rapidly clot and heal.
He’s panting hard as he stares down at me. “Holy hell, why were your holding that shit back from me, wildcat? Don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life. That was kinky as fuck.”
“Shhh … scoot closer and lower the band of your shorts, Colton.”
Time to repay the favor.
He looks shocked for a second before grinning like the Cheshire Cat, using both thumbs to pull the waistband of his shorts out and down. His thick shaft springs forward.
“Let me take care of th
at for you. Put yourself between my lips, Colton.”
Part of me wishes that my hands weren’t tethered, but being bound definitely adds a sinful edge to our dark play. His chest is rising and falling rapidly as he moves his hips in, touching the wide head to my parted lips.
I flick my tongue out in an eager swipe, tasting the essence of his pre-cum.
My eyes never leave his as I demand, “More.”
He tips his hips in and gasps as his cock disappears between my lips. I love how he feels like silk wrapped around molten steel. I hum appreciatively around him, hoping to encourage him to move, to fuck my mouth in a way that precisely meets his needs. He plants his palms down possessively on the top of my head as his hips find their rhythm, swaying back and forth until he bumps the back of my throat.
“C’mon, Cosette, release the beast in me. He wants out so damn bad.”
His wickedness spurs me on. I’m licking and sucking with everything I have, determined to please him. His tempo speeds up and he’s staring down at me with a look of such savagery that I’m tempted to break his stare. I feel consumed by him, as if somehow he can see right through to my very soul.
His constant rhythm suddenly breaks, turning frantic and choppy before he finally stills, gripping me tightly against him. Cum floods the back of my throat. His violent roar is so deafening that it bounces off the walls, shattering the calmness of the night.
He releases his hold, collapsing back onto his ass. Propped up on his elbows, he pulls ragged drags of air into his lungs. He looks at me and shakes his head in astonishment.
“Unbelievable.”
I grin across at him.
“You fuckin’ slay me, Cosette. Everything about you. Ah hell, let me get you out of those restraints. Hold up a sec, sugar.”
He fumbles for the keys on the bedside table and in no time has me released and folded securely against his hot chest.
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