“Alright, human, you want simple, here it is. You are trouble, this is fact. You are with my Master, which means you are sticking around, also fact. So, you get into trouble next time, I will know. Then I can repay my life debt and you can return my soul’s oath. That is it… it is done…now can I fucking leave or what?!” he snapped making me think that for a guy who just came all the way down here to tell me he would basically die to protect me, then he sure was pissy about it!
“Err, yeah,” I said forgoing the part where I added, ‘please do’ at the end. He nodded and then stomped off in his usual, I hate all humans and basically everything but rock bands, beer and my wife, manner. I even had the urge to ask him before he went, if owning this soul meant that I had to do anything. You know like water it or make sure it didn’t eat after dark, that type of thing. But then I thought that would have really pushed him to the edge and I didn’t know enough of this owning his soul shit to do that just yet. However, if it meant he couldn’t hurt me in any way then I suppose this could be fun. Like my new hobby whilst here…how many different ways I could piss him off. Oooh, maybe that way he would just give up and take it back. Okay, so that sounded like one of my usual insane plans.
Naturally after that last boat load of insanity, I didn’t really have much choice but to carry on with my ‘Prove a point to my Vampy boyfriend’ plan and this included the next job on my list…Lego.
Which was why a little time later Lucius came back to find me sat on the floor, in front of a coffee table I had moved from the side of the sofa to the front. Oh, and I was currently making a show of cleaning my movie figurines whist watching Buffy the Vampire slayer (on purpose as I wanted to get a rise out of him) on TV.
The living space had also been transformed as now either side of the TV held my biggest pieces of Star Wars Lego, along with a shelf full of my geek stuff. My girly cushions were scattered around the U shaped sectional, and my funny T shirt patch blanket had been folded over one arm. I even had some candles and girly magazines dotted about the place, along with my nail kit that looked a mess on one table after doing my nails and leaving my shit there. Because let’s face it, he needed to know the full experience of living with a chick and bonus, my nails looked great!
He took one look at me from across the way and his lips twitched in that telling way of his. Then, without saying anything, he descended the steps and made it to the living space, stopping when he was only a few feet away. I tried to keep my face straight and not smile as I knew he was staring down at me expectantly.
“I think this is the part you welcome me back with a kiss, sweetheart,” he stated and I said,
“I think this is the part when you say, ‘honey, I’m home’, Sugar plum” To this I ended up jumping when his lips were by my ear and he whispered,
“Honey, I’m home.” Then I suddenly found myself with my back to the sofa and him lowering his weight over me, my shiny Terminator head rolling from my hand along with the cloth.
“I guess it’s my turn,” I said referring to his welcome kiss, trying not to sound as breathless as I did and act cool instead. In the end, it didn’t matter as Lucius totally took over and kissed me first anyway, something that ended up with us fooling around on the sofa. But then, this was when things obviously started to catch his eye, as his distracted glances said as much. But shockingly, he didn’t say anything.
“Anything the matter?” I asked faking innocence and just waiting for the ‘what the fuck?’ I knew was coming. But then something happened that I wasn’t expecting, as Lucius’ eyes lit with amusement, he simply buried his face in my neck, silently chuckled and muttered,
“Not one fucking thing.” This I took was in reply to my question. To say that I was utterly astonished was an understatement and I came close to saying, ‘Why the Hell not?’
But then he went back to kissing me and his amusement turned into arousal. Which meant after about ten minutes of getting hot and heavy on the sofa, that nearly ended with me begging him to make me come already, my stomach chose that moment to growl. This then became priority number one on Lucius’ list of importance and I knew that when two things happened so fast I ended up doing a double take at the blur of motion above me. The first was followed by the absence of the body above me and the second was suddenly finding myself being tugged upright.
“Okay so…whoa, Lucius, I can walk!” I ended this in a shout as I quickly found myself over his shoulder and now being carried up the steps to the next few levels. But seeing as this was in the direction of the bedroom, I was more than pleased…well, that was until he veered off towards the kitchen.
“Where’s the fun in that and besides, it’s time to feed me, wench!” Lucius declared suddenly smacking me on the ass and then setting me down before I even had chance to fully register the sting. Therefore, I pushed the now loose parts of my hair back, pushed my glasses back up my nose and said an unamused,
“Ouch.”
On hearing this he took my face in his hands and kissed my nose before saying,
“Aww, poor baby…that’s what happens when I come home from a hard day at work and dinner isn’t on the table waiting.” Now at this I had to laugh, as the thought was indeed a funny one. However, instead of asking him if he’d left his briefcase at the office or to be honest, one of my many other witty replies I could have gone with, I decided on,
“Well, sweetheart, if its feeding you want, then I think you will find we are in the wrong room, if memory serves me right, or should I say, serves you right, then a bed is more suitable for the act.” Now at this he smirked, and I prematurely waited for him to agree and in some caveman style of his whisk me up to his room to do just that. But like I said, prematurely.
He tugged me to him and growled down at me and said,
“Behave, little troublemaker.” Then he let me go and walked straight to the fridge, amazing me to see him looking so at ease in the kitchen, even if it was his own. I didn’t know why but just the thought of him even in here seemed strange and bizarrely…human.
“Erm…so you actually want food?”
“That is what tends to happen when people eat dinner together or am I really that out of touch in the human world these days?” he remarked, this last part an obvious tease.
“Well, it usually starts with a sacrifice these days, so I don’t suppose you have any virginal beauties lying around ready for the altar, do you?” I joked and once again found myself in his arms because of the comment, his beer bottle now discarded unopened on the counter. This happened just as quickly as most of Lucius’ actions when he was being demanding as one second I was facing the countertop and the next I was spun around to face him and my back was now pressed up against it.
“Not anymore,” he growled before grabbing my messy bun in his hand, yanking my head back and claiming my lips in a rough and demanding way. Gods, but it was glorious and I couldn’t help but fist my hands in his hair, holding him to me, just as he did the same.
But once again my stomach decided to ruin my fun and growled again making him pull back and in turn making me moan at the loss.
“Oh, come on!” I suddenly shouted without thought and he raised a questioning eyebrow at me making me instantly feel the heat in my cheeks. But then I thought, you know what, to hell with this shit, as he wasn’t the only one who got to call the shots here. And besides, I was pretty sure my plan was going to work big time once I got him inside the bedroom, although now I was hoping it was after and not before.
“Something to say, sweetheart?” Lucius said now leaning back against the counter opposite with his hands to the edge either side of him and space between us.
“Oh, fuck saying it, I am just going to do it!” I decided and I started this by suddenly whipping my T shirt over my head and throwing it at him before I took off running and I did so in the direction of the bedroom.
“Mmm, run, run now little rabbit, for I do enjoy the chase,” I heard Lucius warn from behind me, but then when I turned aroun
d to glance over myself at how far away he was, I noticed that he wasn’t there at all. I came to a stop just in the doorway to his bedroom, panting because well, I was crap at physical activity. Well, with Lucius being the exception.
I looked around nervously, expecting any second for him to just jump out and scare me.
“What’s the matter, Pet…?” The second I heard his whisper so close to me I quickly spun on a heel but again, was met by nothing there. And here I was, now panting in just my jeans and sea green lace bra that managed to make me look a size bigger than I usually was.
“…Scared you will get caught?” This time he finished off his sentence with the feel of his hand caressing across my collarbone before he was gone again. Seriously, but where was he? I had no clue but thought to myself that there was only one way to try and take control back and that was to tease him as he did far too often to me.
So, I started this by backing up into the room, looking over my shoulder one last time to check that it was empty. Then I started to unbutton my jeans and it was only when I could feel the tall thick bedpost at my back that I braved slipping my hand inside the waist band on my panties, saying first,
“Two can play at that game.” Then I swiped my finger up through the seam, gave the wood at my back my weight and moaned whilst arching my body.
“Yes, but only one of us will win it,” Lucius said, and suddenly I was grabbed from behind, with the post in between us. I cried out in surprise, pulling my hand from inside my jeans only to find both my arms captured and pulled back behind me so they were awkwardly hugging the post from behind my back.
“Lucius what are you…!?”
“Quiet, girl!” he snapped in a dominating voice that snapped my mouth closed instantly. Then I felt something soft and silky tie around each wrist before being pulled tight, and only when I felt his hands leave me, did I trying tugging them free, to find them well and truly caught.
Lucius had tied me to the large bedpost with thankfully enough length between my hands so the corners of the wood weren’t cutting into me. Only when assured I wouldn’t break free did Lucius then stroll out from behind me, looking as masterful as ever coming to stand in front of me.
“Now it’s time I get to play, Pet.” he whispered after stepping into me and dragging the pad of his thumb down the centre of my lips, as he had once before. But unlike then he started to press in and said,
“Open you fuckable mouth, beautiful.” I swallowed hard as the pure lust for this man was making it hard to think of anything other than obeying him. To the point where I felt I should have questioned if there was anything wrong with me, that I found this demanding, rough treatment of his such a turn on?!
But like I said, I just couldn’t find it in me to deny him, as I seemed to get just as much pleasure being his good girl and pleasing him as I did when I was sucking his cock and being the one to make him come at my demand.
He inserted his thumb inside my mouth and then leant his face closer into mine and snarled,
“Now suck it.”
Again, I did as I was told, sucking it inside and swirling my tongue around his thumb as if it was something else. Something considerably larger. Then he pulled his thumb from me abruptly and suddenly had my cheeks being squeezed together in one hand, as he brought my face closer to his.
“Gods, but how I love this fucking mouth!” he declared on a growl before crushing his lips to mine for a bruising kiss that set me on fire. Swiftly after this I felt my breast being freed as my lace cup was torn down now hanging from its wire, and my nipple was being twisted and pulled in a painful but sexual way. One that yet again, had me moaning in pleasure not wanting him to stop his delicious torment. I was so turned on that I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs, soaking my panties and even through my jeans.
Lucius tore his mouth from mine and said,
“Fuck, Amelia! The scent of you, the scent of your wet pussy is fucking with my senses, making me blind to all else…” Then both his hands went to my jeans and, like in the gas station, I felt them being tugged roughly down my legs, before they were gone completely. My panties, however, were torn and instead of being thrown to join the trousers, Lucius had other ideas for them as he put them in his back pocket.
Then, once risen back to his full height and looking down at my body, now mostly naked save for one breast still in its cup and the other hanging free, his smirk deepened as he took a leisurely scan back up until at my mouth, where he said,
“Blind to all else but this sweet mouth of yours, one I am going to enjoy fucking.” I sucked in a shuddered breath and his eyes seeped into a warm glowing amber at the sight. Then with a hand on my elbow he stepped close enough to whisper down in my ear,
“Now get on your knees for your King, my pretty little Princess.” Then with a little force more so to start guiding me, I was lowered to my knees like he commanded. But even through his dark and dominating control, I still noticed the way he took such good care of me. Like how he helped me to my knees, making sure my tied hands slid down the length of the wood at the same time my weight landed on the floor. Then he ran a gentle, soothing hand back over my hair before cupping my jaw in an almost tender way.
I looked up at him, over the rim of my glasses, keeping eye contact until I heard the sound of his zipper being lowered. Naturally, my gaze shot to the sight of his hard length as it burst free from behind the denim. But his growled demand stopped me,
“Give me back your eyes! I want them on me the whole time, do you understand?” He barked out his order and I nodded looking up at him once again. He caressed my cheek and praised,
“My good girl, now take me in your mouth and relax your throat before sucking me down… As much as you can take, Amelia.” he told me and I swallowed hard before doing as he wished and opening my mouth wide so I could take him, getting a high from the control he exerted over me.
Now I had done this before and seeing as I had made him come and he clearly enjoyed it, I knew I was capable of this. However, as soon as it started, I realized the major difference was control. Or should I say the lack of, as without my hands, I was completely at his mercy to take me to my limit and trust him to do this and not take it beyond. And oh boy did he take me to my limit!
“That’s it, that’s it, take me down into that sweet fucking mouth of yours…Gods, how I love this mouth!” Lucius growled out the praise and when I saw his head fall back, I felt myself trying to take him even further as the pleasure witnessed by what my mouth could do was fucking addictive! I wanted to make him come so badly but not just that, but to make it the best he’d ever had. I wanted his orgasm to be so powerful that it would be burned to his memory for the rest of eternity!
So I did as he said, I kept my eyes locked to his, even if he wasn’t looking and relaxed my throat as much as I could, working through gagging around him and holding him there for as long as I could.
“Fuck, FUCK!” Lucius shouted whenever I did and I combined this with the quick bobbing motion down his length, alternating between going fast, and sucking hard, to then holding him down for as long as I could keep him there.
“Gods in fucking Heaven!” he hissed through his teeth as if he could barely even cope with the level of pleasure I was forcing upon him, as I may have been the one tied up, but right now, I knew that I was in control.
“Yes! Fuck yes, my girl, I am going to feed you my cum and you are going to swallow it down like such the good girl you are,” he told me and I nodded slightly with his cock still deep in my mouth to tell him that I would. He liked this, I could tell as his eyes burned brighter before he said,
“Do you know how fucking spectacular you look right now, on your knees before me, my cock deep in that talented hot little mouth of yours, ready and eager to swallow me down, swallow every drop I fucking give you! Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are!” he said now with his hand at the back of my head, ready to hold me prisoner around him should I suddenly wish to escape. H
is hips then started pumping to the speed he wanted and all I could do was relax, open wide and let him have his way with my mouth.
“You’re a fucking Goddess is what you are! Now fucking swallow me down, Amelia! Swallow it all, my girl, my fucking heart!” he snarled and just as his fist embedded with a painful bite in my hair, he pushed himself in the furthest yet and roared up at the ceiling like a fucking demon loose from Hell. All the while as he pumped his cum down my throat, making me gag and swallow around the intrusion.
I continued to swallow and swallow until it finally stopped, and his hand relaxed in my hair pulling me slowly from his still hard, wet length. He was breathing heavily, obviously needing to come down from the extreme high and as he did, his hand smoothed back my hair and ran a gentle thumb along my now aching jaw.
God, even after his rough treatment of me, he managed to make me feel so cherished, like the way when I gave him one last lick and he uttered a tender,
“My sweet girl.” Then he took hold of both my elbows this time and raised me to my feet, making sure I was steady. As soon as I was to my full height, he started to kiss me, but starting with across my chest, then up my neck and finally along my jaw to my mouth. This was when he ravished my mouth, gripping my waist and holding it to his hard frame like he wanted to try and merge our bodies as one. To the point that I was so in deep in his kiss that when he pulled back, I even found my face falling forward a little. This he found endearing as he pushed my glasses back up my nose and ran the pad of two fingers across my tender lips.
“Now it’s time for me to play with my girl,” he said and the second his hand snaked down in between my legs, I gasped at the connection, for I had been desperate for it. Desperate for the contact, being as turned on as I was, it literally stole my breath. Oh, and judging by his grin, he knew it, as the second he inserted the first finger inside me I cried out at the pleasure, one I had been near frantic to find.
Then with his free hand he collared my throat and held my head back to the post to keep me still, even though there was nowhere for me to go being tied the way I was.
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