Black than Blue

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  I sized up the couch cushions. “I think I can manage.”

  “Okay. Kneel here.” I maneuvered myself onto my knees beside her. She gripped my jeans and my underwear and pulled them down to the middle of my thighs. I swallowed anxiously as the air in the room hit the now-damp spot between my legs. “Lean forward. I got you.” I did as she asked, and after a few adjustments, I was across Cleo’s lap with a pillow supporting my head and neck, and my ass in the air. My arms were stretched out in front of me, just touching the other end of the couch.

  “We’re going be here for a little while. Are you comfortable?”

  I moved my knee a little bit then settled into place. “Yes, Cleo.”

  “That’s a good bunny.”

  I took deep, measured breaths as I waited for Cleo’s next move. She flipped through the channels and found a block of Sex and the City reruns, but she turned the volume down low. I closed my eyes and continued to wait. The sound of the TV almost faded completely after some time and all I could hear were the little noises there on the couch. The slight movements Cleo made, her breath and mine. I thought I could hear my heart beating too, louder and louder as the moments went by. I focused on the heat between our bodies. I knew I would start to sweat soon. Where my skin touched her leather pants, I could feel the temperature rising higher and higher. My pussy was swollen, the most eager part of me, impatient to be touched. I couldn’t tell how wet I was, but I felt the moisture growing thicker with every minute that passed.

  Cleo began on my right butt cheek. She stroked it and then petted my skin very gently before she grabbed a rough handful. She released it with a thick pinch and then slapped the cheek. I jerked but didn’t cry out. She repeated the motions again: a gentle stroke, a grab, and a slap. With every grab, she pulled my cheeks apart, and as they bounced back together, they split again under the weight of the smack. Every impact sent shocks to my clit.

  I bit my lip.

  “I want to hear you. You don’t have to scream, but I want to hear you.”

  I exhaled sharply as she ran her thumb lightly up my crack and finally moaned as she delivered another slap. “Yes, Cleo.”

  The spanking lasted a long time. Cleo switched to the other cheek, and by the end, my ass was burning, pleasantly, but still tender and hot. My pussy was on fire. Knowing I couldn’t take any more, she parted my lips. I said her name again, begged in a desperate moan. I would die if I didn’t come soon.

  She found my clit and toyed with it between her two fingers and then her hand was gone. I heard the smacking of her lips. “Mmm,” she said. “My bunny’s sweet.” I shuddered, rolling my head on my shoulders, just picturing my juices in her mouth.

  She replaced her fingers again and touched every tender inch. She played with my lips and spread them again to get to my clit. She brought me to a peak and backed off just in time. I writhed against her thighs, chasing the friction to get me there, but Cleo quickly reminded me who was in charge. Another firm smack on my ass and I settled. I would come when she was ready.

  Her arm came around my back and under my leg and she stroked my clit fully this time as two fingers tunneled inside me. The groan I let out was greedy and pathetic.

  “Fuck yourself,” Cleo said, her voice threaded with a deep growl. “Fuck yourself on my hand.” I thrust back against her palm, back and forth, rubbing my clit back and forth between her fingers. I came in a tight explosion, my whole body focused and coiled where Cleo claimed me in her grip. I muffled my own screams with my face in the pillow. I shuddered and came again as I heard her growl above me. I needed her bite.

  Cleo pulled her fingers out of my pussy abruptly and left me twitching and still aching for another go. She rubbed my ass, trying to soothe me, but it only riled me even more. I looked up just as she cut my hands loose with her knife. I wiggled my fingers before Cleo helped sit me up. When I was standing between her legs again, she pulled up my pants and underwear and zipped me up. She was breathing hard and her fangs had dropped completely. She wasn’t done with me.

  She swallowed and pointed toward the floor. I eased to my knees and looked up at her. She took my chin in her hand.

  “What were you thinking about while I was spanking you? Think carefully,” she said. My body tingled at the husky sound of her voice. She was barely holding her demon off.

  “I was thinking about coming,” I replied.

  “And what were you thinking about while I was fucking you?”

  “I was thinking about you making me come.”

  “Were you thinking about the girls?”

  “No,” I told her honestly.

  “Did you want me to stop just in case Florencia walked in?”

  “No. I was thinking about how you were making me feel.”

  She leaned forward and lightly kissed me on the lips. “That’s what I want you to remember. You don’t have to care about what other people think when we’re alone together. You don’t have to worry about other people at all when you’re with me. I’m going to take care of you. Do you believe me?”

  “Yes, Cleo.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes.” This was exactly what I needed to hear. This spanking right out in the open was something I needed for us to move forward. It wasn’t enough that we were blood bound. Our relationship needed more care and more attention; I needed to learn to really trust her. I blinked a sudden assault of tears away. Cleo kissed me again.

  “We’re going to work on your fears. I will never embarrass you. I will never hurt you. I want you to see this”—she motioned between us—“is all that matters.”

  I nodded. “I understand.”

  “Good. Can you walk?”

  “Yeah.” My legs were a little rubbery, but I’d make it up the stairs.

  “Good. Finish your homework and then I’ll let you finger me while I feed.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Benny

  When I woke up, I saw Cleo had sent me a text. She’d offered to let me sleep down in Omi’s apartment, but I felt weird imposing. Our night together had been amazing. My whole body was still humming after her spanking lesson, but somehow I managed to finish a paper for my international media class after Cleo delivered on another promise.

  I knew I’d been missing out on certain intimate aspects of the demon / feeder relationship by sticking to my strict code of requirements. Even when Ginger and Camila became more open with their marriage and began to occasionally incorporate their other feeders into their sexual escapades, my friendship with Ginger made it impossible for me to engage Camila in that way even if Ginger wasn’t in the room. I wanted the intrinsically sexual aspects that came with a blood bond. They almost defined the reason I wanted to feed from Cleo the moment we got together. It was true that I had made some mistakes, but in a few short days, Cleo had shown I’d been right in those desires.

  When I finished my homework, she lay me down on my bed and stripped me bare. She climbed on top of me with a few simple instructions. “Give me your fingers. I want you to feel what your blood does to me.” I had held out my hand and let her guide me between her legs. I slid a finger inside her tight wetness and then another. It was the first time she’d let me touch her that way since her change. She felt amazing. “I’m gonna ride you.” She’d gently dropped her hips on the weight of my fingers before pulling herself back up. “Just like that. Okay?” I nodded weakly and shoved the fingers of my other hand into her thick curly hair when she finally leaned down to kiss me. Our relationship had been fun and passionate before, but now with her demon calling the shots and her human heart driving her motivations, every kiss and every touch packed more love, more meaning. More heat.

  She’d ridden my hand for just a few more moments before she bit me, and even though her hips all but stilled, I could feel her muscles tightening and spasming around my fingers. I could feel her pussy soaking more and more as my own nerve endings shot fireworks of pleasure over every inch of my body. She’d licked my vein closed a
nd quickly slipped lower on the bed. She got me off twice more with her mouth on my clit and her fingers thrusting away. That wasn’t the end of our play for the night. We kissed and touched for what felt like hours until I couldn’t stay awake any longer. I hated that she wasn’t there, or couldn’t be there in the morning. I was able to admit to myself that there were some downsides to being with a demon.

  I reached for my phone on my nightstand. “Call me,” her text read. I dialed her right away.

  “Good morning, bunny,” she purred into the phone.

  “Good morning. What time did you leave?”

  “Five-ish. You were drooling.”

  I glanced at my pillow. “No, I wasn’t.”

  “Go into the bathroom. I left a few things in there for you.”

  “Okay, hold on.” I walked into the bathroom and found an enema kit on the sink counter. I picked it up and examined the box. The same one I had at home, stashed under my bed with the remains of our previous relationship. “Before class?” I asked. I picked up the lube beside the box, a little something to grease the way.

  “Yeah. Come on down to Omi’s before you go. I have something for you.”

  “You mean something for my butt.”

  “You and your butt,” she clarified.

  “Okay. I’ll be down in a little while.” I hung up my phone, then turned on the warm water.

  *

  I knocked on Omi’s door a little while later. Cleo let me in. “Is she home?” I asked as I let her take my hand and lead me toward the couch. She sat on the arm and pulled me between her legs.

  “Nah. Damn shame too, ’cause we could’ve crashed down here last night.”

  I let out a slight laugh. “I don’t know. I would have felt bad doing what we did in Omi’s bed.”

  “I can always get her new sheets.”

  “That’s very sweet of you. Uh, before you start sticking things in my butt, there was something I wanted to ask you.”

  Cleo tilted her head up and licked my neck. “What’s that, baby?”

  “I was thinking I should talk to Andrew,” I said when I stopped shaking.

  Her eyebrows shot up as she sat back. “You want to?”

  “Yeah. I’ve been a bitch to him.” A huge bitch. Cleo had no idea. I never spoke to him. I’d leave the room if I could whenever he came around. I’d suddenly be full at dinner if he joined our table in the cafeteria. I’d been rude and cold. I had a few things to make up to him. “I want him to be comfortable. I don’t want him to feel like I’m pushing him all the way out. He might like Daddy’s nest too. There are a lot of good feeders and demons. Who knows? He might meet a guy he likes. A guy his age.”

  “That’s a good call. Moreland’s place wasn’t ideal for him, but this hasn’t been much better. Even if I’m glad he’s gotten his education back on track.”

  “But he’s creeping up on thirty and living in a frat house.”

  “He’s not that old.” Cleo laughed. “But he’s older than I am, in literal human terms, and even I feel like I’ve grown out of this place.”

  “It’s supposed to be a pit stop. Not forever.”

  “Thank you, baby. I think you and Andrew talking alone is a good idea.”

  “I know.”

  “You know what else?” Cleo stood and wrapped me in her arms.

  “What?”

  “I love you,” she said with a smile.

  “I love you too. I’m sorry. The fangs are sexy on you.”

  “I bet you said the same thing about Camila.”

  I shook my head. “I didn’t even notice she had teeth.”

  “That’s nice, B. Really.” Cleo sighed, then roughly palmed my ass. “So. Let’s talk about your butt. I thought we needed to rebuild our stockpile. This way, please.”

  I followed Cleo over to Omi’s small kitchenette. She had a few anal plugs out on the table. She held up the smallest one, a skinny red plug with a rectangular base. It couldn’t have been any thicker than my finger. “How about this one?”

  “To wear to class?” I knew I’d made a face.

  “Yeah. What’s wrong?”

  “It’s so little.” I took it from Cleo and looked it over more carefully. If Cleo was trying to open me up to anything bigger than a pencil, this wasn’t going to work.

  “Whoa-ho, excuse me. How about this one?” She grabbed a larger plug and held it for me to examine. It was bigger than the red one, with more of a bulbous shape, but still small enough that I wouldn’t regret wearing it around.

  “It’s purple,” I said, smiling.

  “You think I forgot your favorite color?”

  “I like that one.”

  “I got this one for you too, but it’s too pretty to hide in your jeans all day.” She let me try the weight of a third plug. I turned the stainless steel around in my hand. A large purple gem was anchored in the base.

  “Later, I want you to pick out a new tail,” Cleo said as she took the plug back and placed it on the table.

  “I still have the old one. It’s at home.”

  “You kept it?”

  “Yeah.” Along with some other things I couldn’t bear to part with.

  “Well, let’s get you a new one anyway.”

  “On purpose this time?”

  “Exactly. I also want a list. It’s been a while, so I want a numbered list of everything you want to do, especially if it’s something we haven’t tried before. I don’t care how simple or complicated. You can include things that have sparked your interest, but you’re nervous to try. And I want a list of things that are off-limits. Can you do that for me?”

  “Yes, Cleo.” She knew the things I wasn’t willing to try, no matter what the circumstance, but there were a few new things I would like to have a go at, with her.

  “Good. Drop your pants, bunny.” I made a face for sure that time, but unzipped my jeans and pulled them down. Cleo grabbed a bottle of lube. After she poured a generous amount in her palm, she started coating her two fingers. She scrunched her nose and exposed her fang in what would have been a very menacing sneer if it were a vampire other than Cleo, sneering at me while moving her hands like she was jerking off a carrot.

  “Can you please not make that face?” I laughed.

  “I can’t help it. It’s my lubing face.”

  “Should I just throw out all of my pants? It would make things a lot easier.”

  “It’s up to you, bunny-girl. You do have some sexy gams.” I had to agree. My legs were the only part of my body that didn’t drive me crazy. “Lift up your shirt and the bra.” I did as she asked and exposed my breasts. Cleo immediately started kissing my stomach. She was the only one who got away with that sort of thing.

  “Stop. That tickles. Ah, God.” She hushed my whining by slowly, very slowly inserting her finger behind me. She added to my pleasure by licking the undersides of my breasts and my nipples as she stretched me. I moaned as she moved to my other nipple. She slowly added another finger and, when I was ready, added the plug.

  “How does that feel?”

  I stood still for a few moments and let my body adjust to the pleasant intrusion. The inner walls of my vagina quivered and pushed back against the plug. It would be an interesting walk across campus. “It feels good, but now I don’t want to go to class.”

  Cleo lightly pinched my butt. “Bend over and let me see.” I did and Cleo spread my cheeks a little farther. “Oh that’s pretty, baby. The metal one will look better, though.” She tapped my hip and motioned for me to turn around. She stood as I put my clothes back in order. I caught her staring down at me as I pulled up my zipper, her purr growing louder and louder.

  “I know you’re not hungry.”

  Her growl rumbled between us as she brushed my hair off my shoulder. “Oh, but I am.”

  I rolled my eyes and gave her my neck.

  *

  Considering they were our brother fraternity and their house was right across the street, I spent very little free time with
the boys in Omega Beta Alpha. I’d been avoiding Andrew. Micah was extremely fun to be around. Though I wasn’t all that cuddly with them, Tim and Jim were like big teddy bears you couldn’t help but like. I’d been avoiding Andrew for three years, and unless we were thrust together for chapter functions, I avoided the majority of the chapter members because of him. Micah was their president, but Andrew was their God. They just thought I was shy, but I’m sure Andrew knew the truth.

  After class, I walked over to the OBA house to talk to him. Surprisingly, Micah answered the door. They usually had the freshmen tend to those types of menial tasks.

  “Hey! You came to see Motherfucker.”

  “If that’s what you’re calling Andrew,” I said as I stepped inside. They had the same cleaning crew we did, but their house had this underlying smell of boy and beer.

  “Oh, well, you’re getting a twofer. That dog fucking loves him.” I scooted out of the way just as Tim and a sophomore they called Fart (his named was Derek) came barreling down the stairs.

  “Hey, Benny,” Derek said as he head-butted Micah in the arm.

  “Hey, guys.”

  “’Sup, Ben.” Tim picked up my hand and manually high-fived me. They bolted into the kitchen, probably to share a whole side of beef between them.

  “Come on. I’ll show you to his room.” We walked up to the third floor and Micah led me to the presidential suite in the center of the hall. He pounded on the door.

  “Hey, man! There’s some hot chick here to see you.”

  “One sec,” Andrew yelled back. I knew that tone. He had someone in there.

  “I’m sure he’ll be right out. Later.” Micah patted me hard on the back and strode down the hall. I had no idea how he didn’t break Anna-Jade’s tiny body in half.

  Andrew’s door opened halfway. He only wore boxers, the onyx dog tag that labeled him as Cleo’s, and this oddly dreamy, slightly confused smile. If I were straight…

  “Hi. I didn’t mean to drop in on you like this.” I nodded toward his lack of clothes.