Chained In The Vampire's Dungeon

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by Neneh Gordon


  I licked my lips and squirmed against him, desperate for more pressure on my clit. He backed away from me, but kept tight hold of my nipple. When he began to twist, a cry escaped me. That seemed to satisfy him. He let go and bent to kiss my breast with his icy lips. I was breathing hard by then, unsure of what would come next.

  “Do you see the rewards I can bestow?”

  He stood and walked away, leaving me to ponder his words. Fresh moisture ran from between my legs. I wanted him to take me. I wanted to feel his cold cock moving deep inside me.

  He went to the far end of the cellar, behind the stairs. I pushed myself up on my hands, straining to see what he was doing. As he returned, something shiny flashed between his fingers. He knelt down in front of me again, and held a razor blade up in front of my face. His exploration of my body had warmed me up a little, but the sight of that sharp blade froze the blood in my veins.

  “Don’t, don’t you want to bite me?” What did a vampire need a razor blade for?

  “Not yet. First I want to play.”

  He kissed me then, for the first time. My lips yielded to his and I felt reassured. There was a tenderness in him that he was only now choosing to reveal. He covered my lips with his and ran a gentle hand over my breasts. This time, he treated me delicately, tracing patterns on my skin until clung to him, panting with desire. We parted and I immediately wanted to taste him again. He’d barely begun to fill the need in me.

  Taking my hands, he felt his way along the chains attached to my wrist and pulled it tight. He got up and fastened my arms out of the way just as he had done with my legs. I sat there, spread-eagled – there was nothing else I could do. Standing back like an artist evaluating a blank canvas, he brought the razor blade up into my line of sight and my mouth went dry. But he was my vampire lover. I trusted him to give me what I needed.

  He got down on his knees again, his pale grey eyes level with mine. The hand that held the razor went to my breast. I looked into his eyes and felt nothing. No pain. No discomfort. He lowered his mouth and suckled at the nick he’d made. The cut began to sting as he explored it with his tongue. I relished the sensation as much as the knowledge that I had pleased him. I hadn’t been afraid. I’d held his gaze and let him take a razor to me, knowing that he meant me no harm. He held on to me as he fed, crushing his face against my bleeding chest.

  After a few moments, he raised his head. The sight of my blood on his lips sent heat rushing to my cunt. His eyes were dull – drunk with blood and lust. I wanted more, but it was for him to decide.

  He kissed me, his tongue taking my blood into my mouth. I kissed him back, hungry for him. Straining against the chains, I tried to push my body against his, but I couldn’t do it. He kissed his way down my neck and I was sure that he would bite me. He lingered over the pulsing vein in my throat, licking the skin that covered it. My pussy convulsed. I closed my eyes and braced myself for the pain. But he moved lower, kissing the cut he’d made and licking my breasts until I moaned.

  He kept on going, licking a path from my ribs to my navel and beyond. Now. Now he would eat my pussy. Of course, he had no such intention. Stretching the skin of my thigh tight, he made three short sweeps with his blade and descended to feast. I felt those cuts. Three sharp slashes that flashed through my clit like lightning. I whimpered as he drank my blood, his mouth so close to my most sensitive parts. I angled my crotch towards him, hoping he would give me some relief from the aching need that built inside me.

  Ignoring my pussy, he made two more cuts on my other thigh and drank from me, sucking my blood noisily as I writhed on the floor. My cries drowned out the sounds of pleasure that he made. I groaned at the throbbing in my swollen pussy and the frustration I felt.

  When he’d drunk his fill, he slid his hand over my mound and pressed his palm against my clit. I’d spent so long wishing he would touch me there that I almost wept. He circled his hand, bringing all the sensations that had been building inside me up to the surface. With his other hand, he stroked my face, then cupped the back of my neck as he leaned in for a kiss. I could hardly breathe. As he pressed harder on my clit, he lowered his grip on my neck and stroked the front of my throat with his thumb. I kissed him as hard as I could, grateful for his hand between my legs. His hold on my throat tightened and I literally lost my breath. He was choking me and kissing me at the same time. I opened my eyes and struggled against the chains, but he’d fastened me securely. His eyes were calm. He kissed me with the same tenderness as before, while I fought to get free. Even as I pulled at the manacles, I returned his kiss. My vision dimmed and I felt my orgasm coming closer.

  My lungs felt as if they would burst and I could hardly see, but I mourned the loss of stimulation when he took his hand away from my clit. I was almost there. On the threshold of the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. He let go of me briefly and used his superhuman speed to reposition himself. I wasn’t aware of him undressing, but suddenly I was on his lap and he was naked. It took him a few seconds to guide me onto his cock and wrap his hand back around my throat. I didn’t have time to make a sound. The strength of his hand trapped my gasp in my chest.

  He drove his erection up into me and I wanted to scream my pleasure. My lungs burned instead and I wished my hands were free so that I could hold him in my arms. He thrust into me, holding me by the throat and banging his cock deep inside my pussy. He fucked me and choked me and I’d never enjoyed anything more. He held my life in his hand and showed me what I’d been craving for so long. I came with his hand around my throat and tears on my cheeks. The spasms in my pussy spread through my body and made me jerk against my restraints.

  Then he came too, howling out his climax so loudly that it hurt my ears. He loosened his hold on me and brushed strands of hair from my face. His eyes were still clouded by his own needs. Before I could say anything, he pulled me to him and sank his teeth into my neck. I screamed. I screamed long and hard as his teeth went into me and my pussy spasmed all over again. He held me there with his mouth, his cock going soft between my legs as he gulped down the blood that flowed from my neck. I shook all over, rattling the chains that held me. My eyes rolled back into my head and my second orgasm engulfed me. I could feel his teeth deep in my flesh and his lips clamped over the wound as he drank what I had to give. And I gave it freely. He had given me what I needed. This was my chance to do the same for him.

  He drank deeply, but not enough to harm me. When he was done, he licked me clean and kissed the puncture wounds he’d left behind. He kissed my lips over and over again. Every touch was like a declaration of love. Gently, he slid me off his lap. With uncanny speed, he hurried away and returned fully clothed in just a few seconds. He stroked my cheek with the back of his hand and I felt the bond between us. This was only the beginning. He took another kiss from me, running his finger over my hardened nipple. When he got to his feet, I worried that he would unchain me, but he simply turned off the light and disappeared upstairs.

  The door closed behind him and I slumped against the wall. The cold was starting to get to me again. I didn’t mind the shivering too much. I knew he’d be back to warm me up.

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  Read my other books:

  Chained In The Vampire’s Dungeon II

  Chained In The Vampire’s Dungeon III

  Tied Up For A Foursome – a filthy quickie

  Baba Yaga Stole My Spunk!

  Invitation To An Orgy – a filthy quickie

  Taken By The Wolf – an eerie tryst

 

 

 
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