by Davis, SJ
“You look a little pale Jas, you okay?” Sam reaches across and takes her hand.
Jasmine turns her head to me and I nod. “You can speak freely with Sam and Allya luv.”
“God, Sam I’m so nervous.” Jasmine fingers the collar around her neck.
“You’ll do fine, I swear.” Sam smiles.
Jasmine’s body relaxes as she leans into me.
“Okay girls.” I look to Sam and Allya. “Better go get your seats.”
I turn to Jasmine. “It’s almost time for your performance are you ready?” I smell her arousal spike in response. Tonight is the night everything I taught her, we show to the public.
“I’m nervous and excited.” She turns and wraps her arms around my neck.
I’m pleased with her progress in communication. She’s made great strides in expressing herself, her wants, and needs.
“Good, the stage is being prepared for us, it’s our turn.” I smile
This is her first time in the lower level of the club; everyone down here is something other than human. I’m hoping after tonight she will piece together the question flitting through her mind about things she has seen and ask them.
Sam and Allya have taken up seats in the front row. I’m glad Jasmine has found friends in my circle that she gets along with so well. It’ll make her transition easier. The stalker she has will have to be dealt with at some point, but at least I know she will be protected at the club.
The scenes we walk by on the way to the stage are more extreme than upstairs. The welts and marks on the subs much harsher than she has been exposed too. The smell of blood and sex is heavy in this area. Her body tensing as we get closer to the stage. I release the leash on the cuff, taking her hand in mine.
“It’ll be okay.” I turn taking her in my arms.
“I’m nervous.” Her body trembles with fear.
“I’d never hurt you luv, you know that right?”
“I’m not afraid of you. What if I embarrass you?” she whispers into my chest.
“Do you trust me?” I stroke my hand down the soft waves of her hair.
“Yes.” She looks up at me with love in her eyes.
“Okay then, lets get started, you will enjoy yourself. I’ll make sure of it.” I lead her to the edge of the stage.
Chapter 17
We arrive at the stage. It’s a large raised circle in the middle of the room. There are chairs all the way around it. So observers can see from all sides. This is it. I’m getting up there and he is going to bare my soul to all these onlookers. I’m lucky to be here. Marcus is dropped dead gorgeous and he wants to show me off. With one last cleansing deep breath, I follow Marcus up the steps and allow him to shackle me to the hook hanging overhead. My toes barely reach the ground this position thrusts my breast forward. It pulls on the chain he has around my waist and tugs on my clit. I gasp. I’m so turned on, that little tug has me racing towards orgasm. God, we haven’t even started yet.
There are so many people down here ready to watch us. The thought that all these people want to see me makes me feel sexy and powerful. Marcus walks around me building the tension. He strokes my arms, with the slightest touch, raising goose bumps on my skin. The anticipation stealing my breath. He removes the ties from my corset peeling it from my body. My body trembles with desire.
Naked, except for the chain around my waist, I am on display for the whole room. There’s a whoosh of air as he brings the flogger close to my skin. He’s ready to start. The first contact is more of a caress, readying me for the others. Each strike becoming quicker, harder until he covers my entire back. My skin is warm, the heat spreads through my body, coursing tingles across my skin. He moves into my line of site, twirling the flogger in circles. The first strike across my breast seizes the air in my lungs. My nipples already tight hard buds, each swat of the flogger. By the time Marcus finishes his rounds with the flogger my body is beaded with sweat. I’m a mass of desire begging for permission to cum.
“Please, Marcus. I need.” My body sways towards him, unable to finish the sentence.
I’m so close. I need him to touch me one more time and I’ll to explode. He knows it too because, the flogging ends. I swear his eyes are glowing yellow as he smiles that sadistic knowing smile. Removing my shackles from the chain he leads me to the bed at the edge of the stage. He lays me down in the center and spreads out my arms and legs, hooking my cuffs to the rings on the posts of the bed. Helpless, bound spread eagle, only able to beg him to finish me. I need to cum so bad my breath coming in ragged short gasps.
“Deep breaths my love, it’s not time yet.” He kisses my temple, pushing the sweat-streaked hair from my face. “I am going to remove the clit clamp now.”
Marcus removes the chain from my waist. He slides the clamp from my clit, it throbs as the blood flows back into it. It feels swollen, like it’s three times its normal size. It’s peeking out of its hood, begging for attention. He positions himself between my spread legs and runs his hands over my nipples stopping to flick and pinch them. I can see the bulge in his pants. It looks as if his leathers are going to burst. The muscles in his chest ripple as he moves his arms over my body. Working his way down to my stomach and inching towards my waiting pussy.
“Please.” I moan no longer able to hold it in. I thrust my hips as far as I can reach, seeking contact with something, anything that would take away the ache in my body. He runs his finger over my outer lips bringing his glistening finger to his mouth. I see fangs as he inserts his finger into his mouth and sucks my juices from the digit. I can’t think straight, I am so turned on my brain is misfiring. I’m seeing things. He leans down running his tongue up my slit. It is almost more sensation than I can take. I don’t know if I can hold out any longer.
“Sir, please I can’t.” I pant and gasp the sentence from my mouth. My throat is dry, my body is shaking, needing release.
He reaches down freeing his raging hard on from his leather’s. It curves towards his belly, precum glistening on the tip. I lick my lips in anticipation. He smiles knowing full well what I’m thinking then. He runs his hands over my thighs and down the crease of my leg. He is so close to my pussy the heat from his body radiates into me. He trails his fingers down farther tapping the plug I’m wearing, my ass clenches with delight.
“I’m going to take this out now, because tonight you will no longer be an anal virgin.” Marcus taps the plug again, sending ripples of sensation through me.
A look of shock must cross my face because he leans over me and quietly for only my ears. “Relax, I’ll never hurt you. Trust me.”
I nod in acknowledgment and he removes the plug. My anal muscles clench looking for something to grab onto. The empty feeling strange, after being stuffed full all night. That plug isn’t nearly the size of his penis. I’m still a little nervous, but I trust him.
I chance a look around the room, positive these people’s eyes are glowing. It’s like looking out over a field at night, seeing the fireflies glowing in the darkness. It must be a trick of the lights human eyes don’t glow.
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God, she looks amazing all bound up for my pleasure. The candle light flickers off her skin, making her look like a bronze statue shining in the sun. She’s trembling with need now. This is right where I want her to be to take her anally. I want her unrestrained and on edge. I want to fuck that sweet mouth of hers first.
I slither up her body, straddling her chest. Jasmine obediently opens her mouth as my cock touches her pretty red lips. Her mouth a warm wet haven. She sucks and swirls her tongue around the ridge of my cock. It’s like coming home. I wrap my fingers in her hair, pushing my cock hard into her mouth, until it hits the back of her throat. Jasmine gags, tears, glisten in her eyes. I pull back and ram my cock in hard again. . She looks so beautiful with her mascara staining her cheeks, her unshed tears shimmering in the light. I thrust in a couple more times, the last time holding myself in the back of her throat. I know she can’t breathe, but h
er body remains relaxed, no alarm crosses that beautiful face. Her complete and total submission is mine. She’ll let me do anything trusting I know what is best. I don’t want to cum in her sweet mouth, not tonight. I slide slowly down her body. Stopping to suck and bite a nipple. She arches to meet me, thrusting her breast farther into my mouth, gladly biting her nipple harder, drawing a husky moan from her lips. Jasmine writhes on he bed, pushing her hips into the air seeking contact with anything. I glide the rest of the way down her body, pulling her clit into my mouth. Her breath hisses through clenched teeth as her body stiffens.
“Not yet my sweet” I move from her clit leaning back on my knees, rubbing the head of my cock over the swollen bundle of nerves, coating myself in her wetness.
Her breath is coming faster, more ragged with each pass across her clit. I reach down and unhook her leg cuffs, lifting her hips, bringing her ass to the head of my cock. I need to see her face as I breech her untried hole. I push against her, feeling the moment I pass the tight outer ring of muscles. Jasmine pushes against me, driving my cock deeper into her in the most forbidden of holes. Her body is hot, branding me like rays of the sun, her muscles ripple along my shaft. I enter her slowly inch by agonizing inch. It’s a tight fit even with the stretching she did this week. Finally, buried to the hilt, holding her still, letting her body adjust to the invasions The whimpers escaping form her mouth are driving me crazy.
“Please, Sir, please, Fuck me now.” She tries to thrust herself onto me, begging.
Not waiting another second I pull out and plunge back in. She grips my cock, sucking on it with her muscles. Her body pulls taunt as a bowstring, the orgasm imminent. I pull her hips into me with each thrust, pumping faster and harder into her body.
“Sir, please may I come now? Please Marcus. I can’t.” Jasmine’s head thrashes on the bed, tears leaking from her eyes.
I thrust my cock deep in her ass, reaching down to pinch her clit. “Now my love, come for me.”
Her body convulses around me. I feel each pulse and throb on my cock. It pulls my orgasm from my body. I let loose a primal scream my fangs fully extended. I see the others in the room. Their eyes are all aglow now too. The moment recognition sets in I have fangs. Jasmine screams. A blood-curdling wail that chills me to my soul. She passes out cold. I unchain her picking her up in my arms. Thomas grabs a bottle of wine and a bag of blood, following me to the elevator. Sam and Allya appear at my side, pity etched on both of their faces. I hadn’t meant to let her see me lose complete control of the beast.
“Is there anything we can do Marcus?” Sam strokes Jasmines sweat matted hair.
“I was hoping that after tonight, seeing the flashes of fangs, she might ask the questions floating around in her mind. I didn’t wish to frighten her so badly.” I turn from them and head into the elevator.
“If you need us, you know how to reach me. We are here for you or her.” Sam takes Allya’ arm and walks away.
Chapter 18
I awake alone, in the darkness. Looking around I realize I’m in Marcus’s bed. I remember the fangs, the glowing eyes. The whole room’s eyes were glowing. Grabbing my neck I quickly check for marks.
“No one bit you.” Marcus’s voice floats towards me from the corner of the room.
“What are you? What did you do to me? Why didn’t you tell me? Are you all like that?” I’m pretty sure I am rambling. I don’t care. I’m more scared now than I’ve ever been in my life. Am I just some sacrifice? Is he going to have me for dinner now? “How long have I been out?”
“Calm down Jasmine. I’m a vampire. I’m sure you figured that out. I didn’t tell you for this reason here. I wanted you to know me for who I am as a person before you judge me as an animal. You have been out for about an hour.” He answers every question I asked never leaving the shadows of the corner of the room.
“How am I supposed to calm down? That whole room was full of your kind. How am I supposed to believe you aren’t going to eat me or someone else down there will?”
I’m close to hysterics. I’m in a building full of God knows what. My heart seizes in my chest, I love him, or thought I did.
“Jasmine, please listen to me. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, I need you to try to remember the trust you had for me before you knew what I am. I’ve never hurt you. Can we please just talk about this?”
Marcus actually sounds sad. I still can’t see him. He hasn’t made a move to get close to me and he is right I had trusted him and he never hurt me.
“Okay,” I sigh, “I’ll hear you out, but you need to come into the light where I can see you. I’m not going to talk to a shadow.”
I hear the rustle of clothes as he stands from the chair to come closer to the bed. I suddenly feel more vulnerable than anytime we played together. I’m still naked in his bed alone and he isn’t human.
“I’m not going to hurt you.” He reaches the edge of the bed and sits down making no move to touch me. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know. All you have to do is ask the questions, I ‘ll not lie about anything.
“What are your plans for me? How old are you? I know you eat real food, do you drink blood too? Does the sunlight really pose a threat to you? Why aren’t you cold to the touch? Why does your heart still beat? Why me?” I curl the pillow against my chest, I know I’m rambling. I want to get all my questions out before I change my mind and before he changes his.
“Well, let’s start with I am 200 years old.”
My mouth gapes in shock. I hadn’t guessed him over 29.
“Yes, I eat real food. I do need blood to survive. My heart still beats, I can control how fast or slow it does. I can make it like a normal human or slow it down to conserve energy. The blood that I consume flows through my veins just like your blood does and that is what keeps me from feeling cold. If I haven’t fed for a long time I need to keep my heart rate slower to conserve energy until I can feed again and I’ll feel cooler to the touch.”
I must be staring at him because he stops talking then. He still hasn’t answered my question about what his plans are for me, I have other questions that need answered too.
“Do you have any supernatural powers like in the books? Super strength, super speed, flying, mind control?”
These were the things I really need to know. Did he control my mind, to make me want these things or are these really my own feelings for him. This would be the deciding factor or whether or not he can be trusted.
“I’m stronger than a human. I can move fast enough to be blurred by human eyes. Yes, vampires can fly. I can jump very high also, but don’t control minds. I can read some human minds and manipulate memories if needed.”
I’m strangely relieved by his answers. Happy that my feelings are my own. I don’t sense any lies from him. His body posture remains relaxed, but guarded like he is ready for me to scream or attack him. He hasn’t ever hurt me though and aside from scaring the shit out of me, has done nothing to warrant me not trusting him.
“Can I see your fangs?”
I must have taken him by surprise by the look of shock that crosses his face before he quickly shunts it away. Hell it surprises me too.
“Yes”
That is all he says, making no move to get closer to me. He simply turns his head towards me and opens his mouth. Forgetting about my nakedness, I move onto my knees to get close enough to inspect them. They are gleaming white and look sharp.
“Can I touch them?”
I can’t help myself I need to feel them, touch them. They are actually beautiful. He just nods. His body is still as a statue as I run my fingers over his mouth and across his fangs. They are so smooth, so hard, and the ends so sharp. They are really scary when you aren’t expecting it, but I feel my pussy clench with need being this close to him again. Suddenly he jerks away from me.
“Jasmine, I can’t be this close to you when you are naked and aroused. I smell your arousal, another trait I have is a very sensitive nose. I want you too bad
ly. I’m barely in control now and your arousal is pushing me to the edge.”
My cheeks heat, my face flames with embarrassment. I didn’t know he smells my arousal, but that would explain why he always knows just what I need. The fact he can read my mind probably isn’t helping either.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Your fangs are wondrous.” I sit back on the bed, hugging his pillow “You never answered me on what your plans are for me?”
“I would like to offer to turn you into a vampire. I want to be with you forever Jasmine. I love you. You are my soul mate. I have searched the world for you for two hundred years, ever since my turning. I knew the moment I laid eyes on you. That you were the only one who would make my eternal existence mean anything.”
I am taken aback by the depth of emotion in his voice. I need time and space to think about this. I have responsibilities in the world. I don’t have any family left that would notice a change in habits for me, but I still need time to think.
“How long will you give me to decide and if I decide not too what happens then?”
I need to know what my options are. I don’t want to end up on the menu if I say no.
“I’ll give you until the next full moon to decide. If you chose that this is not a life you think you can live or you don’t want to spend eternity with me. The events at the club, your time with me and Sam will be altered in your mind as if it never happened.”
It’s a blunt answer, but nothing I didn’t expecting. How can he let me know about his existence if I chose not to be with him? It would make it unsafe.
“Okay. Then I would like to get dressed and go home so I can think about this. I’ll have an answer for you before the next full moon. I promise. This is a lot for me to consider. I will not make this decision lightly.”