by Kallysten
In a compartment on the side, several large candles would have looked innocent enough by themselves, but within this particular chest they seemed almost decadent. One of my boyfriends, a few years back, had wanted to experiment with melted wax and I hadn’t particularly enjoyed it. Somehow, I had a feeling Anando would have made a repeat of the experience far more interesting if he had convinced me to try—and it wouldn’t have taken much to convince me, not when my body was thrumming with need. But he didn’t say anything, and while I knew he was only a couple of steps behind me, I didn’t dare look at him.
The most innocuous items in that chest were silk scarves, and when I reached in, that’s what I pulled out. As I stood again, Anando stepped right behind me, close enough that his cock left a wet trace when it made contact with my lower back.
“Interesting choice,” he said. “Are they for me to use on you, or…” His voice trailed off when I nodded. Curling a hand at my waist, he led me to the bed.
My heart was still beating frantically from the wild ideas his play things had unleashed in my head, and I remained passive as he pulled the scarves from my hand to lay them on the bed, then unclasped my bra and dropped it to the floor. My panties came off next. They were so soaked that they left a wet trail down my legs as he pulled them down. My entire body was crying out for him to touch me, take me, hard or gentle, fast or slow, any way he wanted as long as he quenched that thirst he had awakened in me. Instead, he whispered once more in my ear, asking me to lie down in the center of the bed.
I did as he asked, biting down on my lower lip so that I wouldn’t plead for more already. He knelt down next to me, legs barely spread, his cock arching upward and glistening at the very tip. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, and didn’t notice what he was doing until a length of silk obscured my vision.
“That will help you pay attention,” he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, and knotted the blindfold on the side of my head.
The silk was so light that I could still see a little, just enough to distinguish Anando and know where he was. He wasn’t speaking anymore, and all I could do now was feel. The satin sheet was smooth and cool beneath me, but since I wasn’t moving the sensation faded out quickly. That left me to anticipate Anando’s movements, and when I felt him move my body started tensing, even arching up to make his touch happen that much sooner. When it came, it was as light as a summer breeze upon my breast. Silk flowed over my skin, back and forth, teasing my nipples into hard nubs that begged for more. Without thinking, I raised a hand to where I thought Anando’s would be to bring it down to me. He clucked his tongue reprovingly.
“Now, that will never do, Virginia.”
The way he said my name was a caress as smooth as the silk he now ran over my right arm and toward my wrist. I knew what he was doing before he pulled my arm up behind my head to secure it to the headboard. He quickly did the same thing with my left arm, leaving me bound and blind. I barely knew him at all, and to be in this position should have alarmed me, I suppose. But if my heart continued to beat too fast, it was from arousal, not fear. The bonds that held me were loose enough that I was certain I could have freed myself if I had really tried. They were designed to remind me to let him do what he wanted, not to hold me down against my will.
He went back to teasing my nipples; the silk slowly began to chafe, feeling almost coarse on my oversensitive flesh, and still it wasn’t enough and I needed more. I tried not to squirm but I did hiss. He stopped moving instantly, leaving the fabric over my chest. I didn’t have the time to wonder what would come next. His mouth was suddenly on me, wet suction that soothed but felt so different for the silk between his mouth and my breast. I could feel his tongue pressing against my nipples, his lips brushing over them, his teeth closing, oh so gently, in a painless bite, and it all felt better than I would have imagined—and even more frustrating. It felt as though he had touched me more on the dance floor than he was doing now.
“Anando, please.”
I hate pleading; I hated even more that he chuckled when he answered.
“I thought I was pleasing you. I guess I have to try harder.”
Harder was exactly what I wanted, but it wasn’t what he gave me—at least, not right away. Instead, he slid down the bed until he was between my legs, and started running two lengths of silk over me, going from calf to hip on one side and hip to calf on the other, the caress of silk as light as ever.
Slowly, so slowly that I didn’t notice at first, the trailing ends of the scarves started running on the inside of my thighs and toward the apex of my legs. The first elusive contact with my folds had me gasping and arching up, but I quickly realized that the silk remained away from where I wanted it most if I moved. Resigned, I tried to control myself and stay absolutely still, and the dancing caress, light as a butterfly’s wing, returned. It didn’t take long before the silk became wet and adhered to my flesh. Anando left it there and cupped his hand over it. I moaned at the feeling, then again when he started rubbing my clit in slow circles. As before, the presence of the silk between his fingers and me changed the sensations, sharpening them, while making me beg for more. I didn’t care anymore that I was pleading.
“So very pretty.”
He had leaned over me, and said his praise right against my lips. He was pressing down against my breast, and the wet fabric over my nipples shifted enough that I could finally feel his skin on mine. He slid his cock back up and down over the silk covering my opening a few times. It was maddening. When he finally pulled the scarf away, I breathed out a sigh of relief that immediately turned into a cry. He pushed his cock inside me fast, faster than I had expected, and stole my breath away. After the teasing of the past minutes—was it only minutes? It felt like hours—to finally have him thrusting into me, strong and steady, sent my body crashing into a wave of pleasure I hadn’t felt rising.
He stilled for a minute, riding the wave with me as I contracted around his cock, and when my orgasm had subsided he picked up right where he had stopped, his rhythm gradually gaining momentum. I would have thought I’d be sore, but all I felt was pleasure as he ground into me, and the wave started rising again. Legs raised high, I tried to accompany his tempo and accentuate his movements.
I wished I could have held on to him, touched him, watched him just as I knew he was watching me. I must have voiced the thought, because he reached over and untied my wrists, then pulled away the blindfold. The intensity of his gaze was beyond words, and I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I clutched at his shoulders, locked my legs behind him, trying in the same instant to prolong the moment and reach that growing pleasure that promised to crash down on me harder than the first time.
All it took, in the end, was to see Anando’s features as his own orgasm swept him. He was… radiant. I don’t think there’s another word. Radiant and beautiful. He was pulsing inside me, pressing on that elusive spot that can make me see stars. I blacked out.
I slept there, in his arms, and woke up in the morning to the feel of him slowly, so very slowly taking me from behind, his hands playing over my body without the restraint he had shown earlier in the night. This time, I came when he bit my shoulder and took a little blood from me. The feeling was everything I had expected, yet it paled in comparison to what Anando had shown me earlier.
He offered me breakfast, later, and we made small talk that was surprisingly not uncomfortable. When it was time for me to leave, he called a cab, and wove around my neck one of the scarves that had held my arms. He kissed me, smiled at me, and as I left he asked me what I would pick from the box next time.
I didn’t answer then, mostly because I didn’t think there would be a next time. As fantastic as last night was, as fascinated by vampires as I am, that was never what I wanted. I went to the club to find a vamp and satisfy my curiosity on what it would be like. I never intended for it to be anything more than a night and a bite, but if I went back it’d be a
lot more than that, eventually, I’m sure of it.
But now that I have recalled all of this, now that I have relived it, I…
How could I not go back?
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About the Author:
Kallysten’s most exciting accomplishment to date was to cross a few thousand miles and an ocean to pursue (and catch!) the love of her life. She has been writing for over fifteen years, and always enjoyed sharing her stories and listening to the readers' reactions. After playing with science fiction, short stories and poetry, she is now trying her hand, heart and words at paranormal romance novels.
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Also available from Kallysten:
Before The Edge
For Lisa, The Cliff was just one more bar to visit, one more competitor to gauge on her way to opening her own club. The verbal abuse unleashed on her by a patron is unexpected, but not entirely unusual: as a vampire, she has been called worse than ‘killer’ or ‘thing’ before. What is new, on the other hand, is the intervention of the bar’s owner. Lisa isn’t used to humans trying to protect her, and she finds Brett strangely endearing.
For his part, Brett isn’t all that comfortable being around a vampire, but now that he has thrown out the lout who was insulting Lisa, he can hardly ask her to leave. After getting to know her a little, however, he starts seeing the woman beyond the fangs, and when she returns the next night he’s ready to share a dance with her… or even a little more…
First part of the On The Edge series
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Out of the Box – the complete series
The first time Virginia went to the dance club On The Edge, she only wanted to find out what a night in a vampire’s arms would be like. Anando showed her it could be much, much more than she had imagined.
Over the next few months, every time she returned he continued to stretch her imagination and the boundaries she tried to set on their relationship.
Soon, though, Anando’s limits were tested as much as Virginia’s when their sexual encounters gave way to feelings neither of them had expected.
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Blurred Nights
In a future world shattered by the invasion of beast-like demons, humans are fighting back as well as they can, using ancient weapons along with magic to defend their cities. Next to them, vampires are fighting too – some for the thrill of it, others to hold on to age-old Pacts, which demand that they protect humans.
When Kate’s squad of fighters meets vampires Marc and Blake, she is torn. Her squad could use their help, but the two men are distracting her from her duty. Night after night, they search together for the breach between realities that allows the demons’ invasion. They search, also, for the equilibrium that will allow Blake to forgive his Sire, Marc to accept Blake as he is – and Kate to admit she is attracted to both of them.
Can they find that delicate balance before the demons destroy the squad?
First part of the Blurred Trilogy
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A note from the author
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Kallysten
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First Published July 2009 to November 2011
Complete Edition 2012
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Edited by Mary S. and Kate Aley