Bite Me: A Vampire Anthology

by Cain, Addison

  He ripped the remains of my bra from my torso, leaving me topless in my stretchy jeans, panties, socks, and sneakers. His collar still hugged my throat and the leather of the leash hung against my bared stomach. His eyes, now bright red and burning with fire, met mine.

  “You’ve caused much trouble for me, Ruby, and now I must see to it that you are punished for what you’ve done,” he murmured as his palms crossed over top of my breasts. I drew in a heated breath, his touch causing fiery tingles to radiate down into my core. I felt my inner walls flutter with excitement, triggering arousal to gather between my thighs and moisten the seat of my panties. I shivered.

  What the hell was happening to me? How was he having this effect on me?

  His clawed hand ventured down to the waistband of my jeans and I tensed, but there was nothing I could do to fight against him. The terrible sound of ripping fabric filled the air as he began to fray my pants.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” I roared, but he didn’t listen. He didn’t care. Kneeling down in front of me, he tore my jeans, making a point to drag his claws just over top of my pussy, letting me know very clearly that I was no longer in charge.

  Next, he divested me of my shoes and socks, leaving me naked in only my panties before him. The only other thing on my body was his collar and leash. I whimpered low in my throat. I’d never let anyone see me this bare before and the experience was incredibly humbling.

  What was he going to do to me?

  “I can smell your arousal already, little human,” he murmured softly before his face hardened into a derisive smirk. My shame compounded and I trembled before him. I would have done anything to cover myself at that point. I knew he was right. I was already wet. I could feel my arousal dripping down the folds of my pussy. I had no doubt he could smell it. Heightened vampire sense and all. My cheeks flushed and I whimpered softly.

  “You won’t be allowed to come until you beg me for it though,” he added nonchalantly.

  “I could never want a demon like you. I’ve fought against evil my entire life and I won’t stop now just because you’ve captured me,” I retorted, doing my best to ignore the building heat in my body, and his lips curled into a cocky grin.

  “Oh, I haven’t found someone nearly as defiant as you in several hundred years. I’m going to enjoy breaking you, making you scream as I whip your disobedient backside with my belt, making you beg for my thick cock between your thighs, and finally, making you scream my name when you come as I fuck that naughty little ass. Rest assured, Ruby, I’m going to enjoy every last bite,” he threatened calmly, and I shivered under the intensity of his gaze. I knew then that he meant every single word.

  His claws receded as he dragged them down my cheek, between my breasts, and toward the pulsing bud in between my legs. He gripped the fabric of my underwear in his fingers and tugged gently at first, rubbing the wet cloth back and forth between my sensitive folds. I bit my bottom lip, trying my best to hold back a quiet moan but soon, I couldn’t keep it in. My clit throbbed, the sensation of soft fabric teasing my increasingly heated skin and the air around me grew hot. A ball of desire began to grow in the pit of my belly and there was nothing I could do to push it away.

  Was it me? Was it his magic?

  Fuck.

  This was insanity. Almost unconsciously, my hips twitched back and forth in tune with his movements and I whimpered quietly. The more he dragged my panties back and forth, the hotter I became. Heated arousal surged through my veins, prompting me up higher and higher until I realized that I didn’t know how much more I could take before I flew apart beneath him.

  “Look at how aroused you are. Your sweet scent is so lovely,” he mused, and I couldn’t help but moan at the shame that coursed through me.

  With a swiftness I could never have expected, he gripped my panties and harshly tore them from my body. I cried out in pain as the cloth pinched at my wet folds, causing simmering agony to spread across my vulnerable flesh.

  Cain stood before me and stared down at my panties, holding them in his palm like the most sordid prize he had ever won.

  “Bad girl. Look at how wet these are,” he said as he held them up for me to see. The once light lavender color was stained with my arousal, a dark purple now that was more than obvious for the both of us to see. I whined with shame, curling back against the wall, attempting to hide myself from his view but it was no use. His magic still held me captive, baring every single inch of me to his dark, heated gaze.

  “Fuck you,” I whispered boldly, trying to save face just a little.

  He clicked his tongue in annoyance before reaching out to grip my chin. His thumb and forefinger squeezed a place behind my jaw, which forced my lips to open just a little bit.

  “Such a pretty little human shouldn’t have such a dirty mouth,” he declared darkly, before shoving my wet panties between my lips and forcing me to taste my own sweet flavor. I tried to spit them out, but he placed his thumb over my lips and held them in place. My eyes watered and my own sweetness washed over my tongue. My cheeks flushed hotter as my shame grew, as did my treacherous arousal.

  “I see I’m going to have to be much harsher with you than I initially realized,” he murmured, and my blood ran cold. Slowly, he removed his hand from my mouth and leaned over me, placing his palms on the wall to either side of my head. It was then I realized that he was really quite tall. His frame was wide and formidable and deep inside me, a tiny quiver of nervous anxiety began to build.

  “Such a defiant little thing. I bet you’re going to look so pretty when you’re sobbing over my knee, freshly punished,” he said softly. His tone was dark, seductive, and entirely too dangerous.

  He turned his blood-red eyes to mine, catching my gaze and still I glowered before him. He was a monster. There was no way in hell I was going to let him break me.

  “I want you to leave those panties in your mouth. If you try to spit them out, there will be consequences,” he warned, catching my eyes one last time. The look in his eyes dared me to defy him and I narrowed my eyes in his direction.

  Did I dare?

  Fuck him. He didn’t own me.

  I worked my tongue behind the sweet, musky fabric, pushing it inch by inch free from my lips. He wasn’t going to break me and no matter what he wanted to do with me, I wasn’t about to go down quietly. He stood stone still as he watched me disobey his direct orders, not saying a single word and that unnerved me, but still I proceeded. One minute passed and then two, until finally I spit the wet panties out onto the floor, sneering in his direction as I did so.

  His gaze darkened considerably.

  “Oh, Ruby,” he began, his tone dropping more dangerously than before. “You’re going to regret that very much.” His entire jawline tensed with dark excitement. Maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

  He left me transfixed to the wall with his magic. I watched as he dropped his hands to his belt, undoing it slowly so that I could hear the swish of the leather echoing throughout the chamber. He gripped the buckled end and pulled it free from his slacks. I swallowed nervously, my eyes never leaving the long black strap.

  “What are you doing?” I whispered; my tongue as dry as cotton.

  He lifted his palm, twirled his fingers and at once, the magic holding me bound to the wall released me. With ferocious speed that only demons were capable of, he moved toward me so quickly that I could hardly keep track of him with my eyes. His fingers grasped the upper portion of the leash lashed to my throat and he lurched me forward. I had no choice to stagger and follow, not wanting to fall flat on my face right in front of him. He strode purposely toward the bed and dragged me along by his leash. Sitting down, he jerked me once more, causing me to fall face down over his lap. He draped me over one knee, quickly using the other to pin me into place by situating his leg over the backs of mine. With a single hand on my hips, he pinned me into place with a certain effortlessness that left me breathless in shock.

  This wasn’t happening. It could
n’t be.

  He placed his thick belt in front of me, just inches from my face so that I had no choice but to see it up close. I stared at it and found myself feeling oddly unsure of myself. What was he going to do? Was he going to whip me with that thing?

  Fully naked, I shivered with both unwanted desire and fear. My ass felt impossibly high in the air and entirely vulnerable. Then, when he placed his palm against my bare skin, I squeaked in surprise.

  “You’re even more beautiful when you’re about to be punished,” he said, and I snarled angrily at his observation. I wiggled in his grasp, but he was stronger than I had anticipated. I didn’t even come close to escaping his tight hold on my body.

  “Don’t you fucking dare,” I replied, trying to sound brave even though at that moment, I felt incredibly small. Pinned over his knee and with threats of punishment, I had little doubt of what was going to happen next. He was going to spank me.

  I’d never been spanked. Generally, I had always listened to my superiors, at least most of the time, and they had rewarded my feisty, fearless nature. But now, in this moment, I was beginning to question myself. Bared, upended, and threatened with punishment, I wasn’t sure what to do.

  “It’s time I taught you a much-needed lesson, Ruby,” he said in response, his voice still unbelievably steady and calm. The heat of his hand against my naked backside held my entire focus. Slowly, he lifted his palm and gently patted my right cheek and the threat of retribution was more than clear.

  “Don’t,” I pleaded once more, hoping that I could prevent what now seemed inevitable.

  “You’re no longer in charge, little demon killer. I’m going to whip this disobedient little bottom of yours and you’re going to learn that now, you’re mine. Mine to use. Mine to take and mine to keep,” he scolded, and I began to feel ever smaller.

  “Please. I’ll listen. You don’t have to spank me, Cain,” I begged one last time, hoping that one of the cruelest monsters of all time would grant me mercy, however unlikely.

  Instead, he traced his fingers across my sensitive skin, dipping lower and lower until he lingered across my thighs. Gradually, he pressed his thick digits in between my legs, at once discovering my shameful secret.

  “You protest quite a bit for a woman who’s this soaking wet when she’s put over a man’s knee for the very first time, about to be punished for her crimes,” he observed and I trembled, my face flushing hotly with embarrassment.

  “I’m not,” I tried to protest, but he cut me off.

  “You want to be punished, don’t you?” he asked softly, dragging his fingertips up and down my sopping wet folds, teasing my clit and making me gasp in unbidden pleasure.

  “I don’t,” I replied, my voice rising with shame.

  “Such a naughty girl. Haven’t you been taught that lying is a sin?” he said, and my core throbbed with desire.

  His fingers circled my clit, teasing me higher and higher into the world of arousal. I was losing control and far too quickly. A cry of pleasure escaped my throat and I trembled as I waited for what was to happen next.

  “Bad girls don’t get to come. Not until they been properly punished,” he said next. Carefully, he removed his fingers from between my thighs and I released a quiet breath of uneasiness. “Look at how wet you’ve made my fingers,” he scolded, and I whimpered, thoroughly humiliated by my body’s obvious betrayal.

  Then, he dragged his fingers across the skin of my ass, depositing my wetness across my skin before he lifted his hand and slapped down hard right on top of it. The loud sound reverberated off the walls, echoing loudly so that anyone passing by would quickly realize that I was getting spanked.

  “No! Please!”

  His palm came down again, this time on the opposite side and I balked over his lap. Incredible searing pain spread across my ass. I tried to curl my hips inward to avoid his strikes, but it was pointless. He spanked me thoroughly and completely, making sure to leave no square inch of my bottom unpunished.

  It hurt. Fuck. It hurt.

  I should have known better than to challenge an ancient vampire, capable of more cruelty and destruction that any other man in human history. And here I was, naked and over his thighs, getting the first real spanking of my entire life.

  He punished the upper curves of my ass, all the way down to the place where my thighs met my bottom cheeks, and then even a bit lower. The ones on the backs of my legs hurt the worst and as much as I tried to bite my lip and hold back the cries of pain, I couldn’t. Before long, I was a whimpering mess as he punished my poor backside.

  My naked flesh burned, quaking under his harsh hand and then something within me cracked. Arousal and pain intermingled with one another, dancing in a fervor that quickly left me breathless. I struggled to come to terms with the strange feelings, trying to push the feelings of desire away but nothing I could do could stem the already rising tide.

  His palm crashed against my right cheek with a thud, and the reverberations from the blow raced straight down to my core, where my desire was pulsing at its strongest. Again, and again he spanked me, and the feelings of desire grew even more intense.

  My arousal pulsed, simmering inside me like a fire until I was sure I was going to burst into flames. Maybe it was his power forcing me to feel such things or maybe it was just me. Maybe I liked how rough he was with me and maybe it actually turned me on. At this point, I had no idea anymore and I didn’t really care.

  He paused. I saw his hand reach for the belt he’d placed right in front of me and I stilled anxiously.

  “Please, sir,” I pleaded. After I spoke, I blinked, shocked that I’d referred to him in such a manner. I bit my lip. I was really losing it.

  He didn’t answer and simply laid the thick black of leather against the already sore and achy cheeks of my ass. With his other hand, he pushed my raven black hair off my shoulders and then, he stilled.

  For a long time, he was silent and then he ran his thumb over a spot on my shoulder. I knew what he was looking at. It was a mark I’d had since birth. It was a burnt red color and shaped like a crescent moon. I hadn’t known what it meant and no one, not even Logan had told me anything about it, so I had assumed it wasn’t anything. Just a simple, oddly shaped birthmark, but somehow, right then I knew that it might mean something more to him in particular.

  I could almost feel Cain staring straight down at it. His thumb traced its crescent shape and an almost silent hiss escaped his lips. The more I felt his scrutiny on my skin, the more insecure I felt about it.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked, terribly unsure of myself. Feelings of confusion raced through me. I wanted to cry. I wanted to come.

  I shouldn’t be as turned on as I was in that moment. Even now, I could feel my wetness dripping down my folds and onto my inner thighs.

  “I had just planned on punishing you for what you’ve done to my demon world, but I think there is something else in the cards for you, little demon hunter,” he finally whispered and I didn’t move a muscle, fearing what he had in mind.

  He tossed the belt back on the bed and loosened his hold on me. Gently, he helped me to stand up in front of him as he sat before me, staring up into my embarrassed and unsure gaze. My bottom burned and my pussy ached, throbbing with an unreleased need more powerful than I had ever known.

  Carefully, he unleashed me and freed my throat of his collar. Now, I was completely naked before him, every single inch of me bare to his view. He smirked, making a point to drag his eyes up and down my body before he spoke once more.

  “Now, little hunter, let’s play a game.”

  Chapter 3

  I stared into Cain’s blood-red eyes. He appeared excited, as though he had found a prize in me and instantly, I felt suspicious. Narrowing my eyes, I studied him, but his expression gave no hints as to what was passing through his mind.

  Eventually, he began to speak.

  “In the forest outside my mansion, there’s a hidden amulet. The power contained within it
is ancient and is one of the few relics still in existence that can actually weaken my strength and awaken yours. Should you find it, it will set you free,” he explained, and I trembled before him.

  “Why would you ever let me go?” I asked, confusion flittering across my features. It didn’t seem possible. Maybe he was confident that I’d never find the relic. Maybe it was all some sort of trick meant to give me hope.

  Arrogant prick. I’d prove him wrong.

  He didn’t answer. Instead, he just stared at me with a growing smile, like he knew something that I didn’t, and it unnerved me to my core. My nose wrinkled just the slightest bit in anger, and he grinned even wider. His gaze flicked away from mine then.

  The door to his bedroom creaked open as he snapped his fingers. It was really unnerving witnessing a vampire that could do magic like he could.

  “Run, little hunter and soon, you will become the hunted,” he whispered, just under his breath, but I heard him all the same.

  I stared at him for a long moment before I decided to take a chance.

  Fine. I’d play his game. I’d set myself free, no matter what it took.

  I rushed out into the hallway and down the grand staircase. I didn’t care that I was stark ass naked, I just wanted to escape this wretched place. I gripped the knob of the ornately carved wooden door leading out to the magnificent front porch and swung it open, venturing outside into the unknown. Cain’s mansion was set back in a large round clearing, completely surrounded by what appeared to be an overgrown, lush green forest. I studied my surroundings, trying to gauge which way to go and saw what appeared to be a path leading into the woods.

  Sprinting forward under the light of the sun, I dashed through the entrance and into the forest. Pebbles and sticks scratched at the bottoms of my feet, causing me to stumble and almost fall at times. One particularly sharp stick jabbed at my thigh and I cried out in pain, pausing for a long few seconds to catch my breath. But then, rather strangely, soft moss began to grow underneath my toes, quickly covering the entirety of the forest floor. I stepped on top of it and it felt as soft as a plush carpet. It was thick enough to protect the soles of my feet from the harshness of what was beneath.