Soul to Keep

by Rebekah Weatherspoon

  I appeared again behind her. I loved that little gasp of surprise.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She turned around and presented me with her wrists. That wasn’t what I meant at all, but it didn’t matter. I’d make her come with her hands behind her back or not. I secured her wrists in the cuffs, then turned her back around as I circled to sit on the bed.

  “Hold your hands up, like this.” I guided her hands up so her fingers were just touching her left shoulder. Her forearms completely covered her tits right along with that tank top, but that wouldn’t be a problem for me either. “Don’t move until I tell you to.”

  “Okay.” There was a slight tremble in her voice, but I could see it in her eyes, in her stoic expression, she was ready.

  I moved quickly, but not fast enough to hurt her, and yanked her forward, pulling her body against mine. That tank top was easily bunched up and shoved up under her wrists, leaving the underside of her breasts exposed. Jill’s tits were perfect. Small, with dark brown nipples that were just barely peeking out. I ignored them though, and just laved at her belly with my tongue. I nipped at her with my teeth, with my fangs, but I was careful, so careful, not to draw blood. I felt the tremors run through her body when the sharp tips scraped at her skin. God, I wanted to take her so badly. I knew her blood had to be downright delightful, but I would get even the smallest of tastes over Ginger’s dead body and over mine. And if I fucked up real bad, over Jill’s dead body.

  I nudged her arms a little higher, laughing to myself at the little noise she made, part discomfort, part discovery. I found one of those tiny nipples and sucked it into my mouth. That almost made her crumble. She sagged against me, almost all her weight leaning on my side and shoulder, but I didn’t care. She was just making it easier for me to reach what I wanted. Making it easier for me to reach around and wet my fingers on her sweet pussy from behind. I closed my arms around her, forcing her legs to squeeze tighter on my hand, forcing her slippery slit to pinch and squeeze on itself, giving me more of what I wanted.

  My hand was soaked and so was she, so it was nothing for me to play with her ass, just to tease her a bit.

  There was that look again, almost too serious, too calm, but she was down for it. Her teeth pulling on the inside of her lip.

  “You tell me no,” I said. She had to know she was in charge. She was the one in control of what happened next.

  “I’m not telling you no. Not yet.”

  I pressed just the tip of my finger against her puckered hole. Not even in, just against, rubbing and pressing, spreading her juices around. I knew as well as anyone how good a nice deep anal pounding felt, but I also knew how the lightest touch in just the right place would make me purr like the creature I was.

  “You’re growling,” Jill said quietly, her voice hiccupping at the end.

  I let go of her nipple long enough to answer. “Do you know what that means?”

  “That you’re turned on?”

  I moved my hand, rubbing my index and ring finger along her dripping folds while I continued to play with her ass with my middle finger. “It means I want you so bad I could eat you.”

  My fangs dropped all the way and I had to grind my teeth, practically crack my jaw to get them to recede.

  “You can’t bite me,” she said. She was close.

  “I know, babe. And I won’t, but I want you to come.”

  “Don’t you have to make me?”

  “I suppose I do.”

  I slid my other hand between us, shoved two fingers into her warm cunt. That was all it took. She was coming all over my hands. Her orgasm radiated through me, like it did with all my girls. I felt her pleasure in the tips of my nipples and between my legs as my own come soaked the fabric of my shorts. It was the natural, normal, magical sort of thing that always happened when a human that belonged to me experienced pleasure or pain. I felt it to my core. It shook me so deep that I had to ignore the why and focus on Jill and the real limits of her pleasure. It was the only thing I could do to keep from going crazy and sinking my teeth into her throbbing vein.

  Chapter Twelve

  Jill

  I was out of my depth for sure, but nothing Tokyo and I did in her room before I finally had to sleep seemed the least bit sadomasochistic to me. And neither did the things we did when I woke up again…or before I had to get ready for community service. I looked up all of the sex acts we participated in, and none of it seemed the slightest bit kinky.

  Maybe I just didn’t understand the word, or maybe we needed to do something more extreme, like put me in an electrified cage while forcing me to perform oral sex. I don’t know. Maybe the cuffs made it something more. They did add an element that could be labeled bondage. When we got back from the Types of Hope center (today we just assisted with a mass mailing and handed over some more funds we’d raised), I tried to write down my thoughts about our night together while Portia was in the shower.

  Interested in bondage.

  Am comfortable letting T control the situation. Could also be construed as being a submissive.

  I also added Enjoy kissing for good measure.

  We did much more than kiss, obviously. As she’d already shown me that night in the pool, Tokyo was very creative. When I thought I was out of orgasms and energy, she would find some way to make me come again and again. It was hard for me to come out and say just how badly I wanted to reciprocate, but I think she understood that that was exactly what I wanted. I guess that’s also where the submission came into play, but I didn’t really see it as submitting at all. She told me she was going to sit on my face. I was okay with that of course, and just used my mouth to pleasure her. She took my hand and used it to get herself off. Again, I was completely fine with that. I enjoyed it.

  When I got the chance, I would ask her to explain submission and sadism more thoroughly, because I was still really confused. Maybe I could put that on my survey.

  I don’t understand sadomasochism, and I wanted an expert to come to Maryland University and give a seminar on the pros and cons and why anyone might find an interest in it.

  Portia came back in the room and started to get ready. We were heading out to the Kappas’ Halloween party a few houses down. She was going as a bunch of grapes too, but I knew she’d find a way to make things more glamorous. I was going with something more cutesy.

  “How was your night?”she asked. Out of nowhere. Which was really strange because other than passing on basic sorority related information, we never really spoke to each other.

  “Sneak out with your girlfriend?”

  “No.

  “Oh. I saw you leaving Tokyo’s room this morning. I figured maybe she helped you get out of the house. If anyone would help us break Ginger’s rules, it’s her.”

  “Yeah. She was helping me with my presentation.”

  “Are you sure about that?”

  “Yes, why wouldn’t I be? Why are asking me questions? What do you care?”

  “Jesus. Calm down. I just figured Tokyo was giving you relationship advice.”

  “Oh. Why would you think that?”

  “You’re missing or with her all the time and then suddenly you have this hot girlfriend. I figured she was giving you tips on how to communicate with other human beings.”

  “Are you trying to be nice, because that wasn’t very nice.”

  “Anyway, I was just going to say if you want pointers from like a human and someone who was born this century, you can ask me.”

  “Did Ginger ask you to say that?”

  “No.” She looked at me like that was the most random thing she’d ever heard so I decided to take her word for it. “I think I figured Benny rejecting you had broken your will to date and fuck or something, but clearly, I was wrong. And then I thought maybe you just hated us, and then I realized you’d have pretty good reason to. We are kinda mean.”

  “I appreciate that. I think.”

  “I heard that Bridgette girl is pretty nice so that�
�s cool. Is she coming out tonight?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Cool. You need help with that let me know.” She nodded to the grape costume I was trying to lay out on the bed. “We should have gone with something better. Six of us are going as bananas.”

  “Next year we should be more proactive when it comes to selecting these things.”

  Portia laughed. “Seriously. I bet the Rho Gammas are gonna show up all cute and we’re gonna be a big doofy buffet mobbing the place.”

  “You’re right.” I realized I was laughing too. With Portia. That was an absolute first. The only thing that made sense next was to run for the shower.

  ❖

  I came down the stairs feeling like a complete moron. I saw Carrie at the bottom of the staircase in her green grape costume and realized she looked stupid too. I thought of wearing cute pigtails, but the grape leaves of the costume were attached to this purple skull cap that covered my shoulders, neck, and practically my whole head. Portia was nice enough to help me shove all my curls back into the thing, but the final result left a lot to be desired.

  “Oh, thank God,” she called up at me “We both look terrible. Come on. We’re taking pictures.”

  All of our sister-queens were there taking pictures on their cell phones like proud parents on prom night. There were little groups of food all over the first floor posing and preening.

  “Where’s Tokyo?” I heard D’Monique ask.

  “She had plans,” Ginger said. “But she told me to take pics of you guys. Don’t worry. She’ll see how cute you all look. Jill, come on in the front. Carrie, you too.”

  I came around front, trying to ignore the way my stomach was jumping. Was I Tokyo’s other plans, or had she bailed on me too? How would her feeders feel if they knew she’d intentionally ditched them to be my date for the night? They wouldn’t find out, I tried telling myself, so why would it matter?

  We took a million more pictures. Then finally, finally, I got a text.

  I’m outside.

  “I’m gonna start walking over,” I said.

  “Wait, we’re coming,” Chelsea said. She and seven other girls were slices of pizza.

  “Jill’s just anxious to see her girl, aren’t you?”

  “Hey!” Ginger yelled before the first of us could get out the door. That got our attention, along with Faeth’s ear-shattering wolf whistle. “Stick together please. I know you all look out for each other, but Halloween nights are always filled with extra weirdness—”

  “And people being dicks,” Kina added.

  “That too. So please, heads on a swivel. And if anyone is too drunk to make it home, please call us. We’ll come get you.”

  “Yes, Ginger,” we all said in unison.

  She snarled at us playfully, but she knew it was her own fault, our loving dictator.

  I tried not to push my way through the throng of food Tierra and Taylor were leading toward the front door, but knowing Tokyo was waiting for me outside made it hard not to shove Taylor out of the way. The twenty seconds of patience paid off. Tokyo was waiting for me on the brick path outside our house. Tokyo posing as Bridgette. Dressed like a can of soda.

  “See? Now we can be grape soda,” she said in French the moment I walked up to her. My only thought was to kiss her, so I did.

  ❖

  The Kappa party was a mess. Too many people, not enough alcohol to even remotely go around, and then the brothers of Psi Omega decided to show up as a whole NBA basketball team, complete with black face. A moment after I saw them walk in the door, I got this overwhelming feeling that we had to leave. I grabbed Tokyo’s hand and started heading for the door. When we got outside, I realized all of the girls and our brothers from Omega Beta Alpha were leaving too.

  “Did you do this? Convince us to get out of there?”

  “It wasn’t just me. Kina was in there too, and so were Omi and Faeth.” I looked behind us. I didn’t see them. What form were they taking? Were they dressed up too? Do you guys do that a lot, influence our decisions?”

  “No, actually. We’d love to, but it’s rare for us to be in the right place at the right time to sense this kind of thing.”

  I tried to search my memory for times I’d suddenly changed course and avoided a bad situation, but only one came to mind. The night a huge brawl broke out before the homecoming football game my sophomore year. Our whole chapter had left the bonfire minutes before the fight spilled into the crowd and dozens of people were injured. I knew mind control was something our vampires were capable of, and though the idea of being controlled never sat well with me, I was glad they’d gotten us out of there. We weren’t even a block away and we could hear a commotion inside.

  Portia had tips on two other parties, but those both turned out to be a bust. A handful of the girls and a few of our frat brothers broke off to see what was happening down at the LGBTQ Center on campus. Finally, Josh, the OBA president, invited us back to their house. He assured us with a text from Rodrick that there would be booze, games, and music. I knew I’d have fun, especially with James and Van there, especially now that James was cool with the idea of Bridgette, but I had high hopes for my first Halloween with a girlfriend, even if our relationship wasn’t exactly the real thing.

  We’d almost made it back to the OBA house, but I stopped short of the elaborate brick path that lead up to their front door.

  “What’s up?”

  “I want to do something else. We can hang out at the OBA house anytime. It’s Halloween. Let’s do something.”

  “You’re just taking advantage of the fact that you know I can come up with something, something good,” she said, glaring at me.

  “Well, yeah.”

  The glare morphed into a mischievous smile. “Okay. Text James and Portia and tell them we’re going back to my house in Ellicott to watch movies. I’ll let the others know you’re with me.”

  “Okay. Where we going?” I was a little over-excited, but I was starting to like Tokyo’s brand of adventuring, even if it did include the dark.

  She leaned closer, as close as she could with our costumes in the way. “It’s a surprise.”

  ❖

  The surprise involved a drive down to the waterfront. I was a little nervous when she turned down a long, long alley between the storage warehouses. I’d never been down to this part of the waterfront, and from what I understood from the Internet and the news, this was where you came to get murdered or at least be a victim of some type of crime.

  Ahead, one of the large doors swung open and light poured out into the alley. We pulled into a very plush garage and parked next to two brand new Mini Coopers and an Escalade.

  The garage door closed behind us and another door inside sprang open. A curvaceous white girl with blond hair skipped toward the car. She was dressed up like a puppy. In a way. She had her face painted up like a dog, and she had on fake floppy brown ears, a black studded dog collar, and a brown tail, but other than that, she was naked. The only other things “covering” her were the black paw print pasties over her nipples and between her legs.

  When Tokyo stepped out of the car, she was Tokyo again. The soda can costume still fit, but of course, she looked different. The girl ran over and hugged her as I stepped out.

  “We didn’t think you’d come!” the girl said.

  “I wanted to show Jill some things.”

  “Oh my God. You guys are grape soda! That’s so fucking cute. Are you sure you want to change?”

  “Uh, for what I have planned, yeah,” Tokyo said. “Jill, this is Krystal. Krystal, Jill.”

  Krystal waved and bounced on her heels instead of shaking my hand. “She’s one of Ginger’s?”

  “Yeah, so—”

  Krystal made the gesture of locking her lips and tossing the key. “Not a peep. I swear. Come on. I got the stuff you need. You can change in my room.”

  “Ready?” Tokyo asked me.

  “Um, sure.” For what?

  Krystal turn
ed and led us into the warehouse. And when she turned, I saw that her tail was actually a butt plug, lodged securely up her ass. I had to wonder how bouncing around with that thing felt.

  Krystal’s room was interesting. It was very bright and colorful, but it also looked like a room set up for, well, a dog. There was a food bowl and a water dish in the corner. Her bed had a canopy draped over it in the fashion of a pink and white doghouse and the front had “KRYSTAL” on it in rhinestones. She had a regular vanity; there were paw prints all around the mirror, and next to that was a rack of various collars and leashes. Plush toys and novelty dog bones were strewn all over the place, the floor, the bed, every corner.

  Once she left us to change, Tokyo started to get undressed, but I was still in awe of my surroundings.

  “Krystal’s a submissive that’s into puppy play, or pet play.”

  “So she pretends to be a dog, or a puppy?”

  “It’s hard to explain without proper context. You’ll see in a sec. Let’s get ready. We’re missing the real party.”

  We both changed out of our costumes, and Tokyo threw me the outfit I assumed she’d picked out for me during a conversation I had no clue took place. She handed me a short black skirt, a black bra with black ruffled bloomers, and a fishnet shirt. She completed the look with a pair of platform Mary Janes that actually put me over five feet. It was a great costume for me because I would never in a million years pick out this outfit for myself. I sat still while Tokyo did me up with a ton of black eye shadow and fixed my hair into the pigtails I’d wanted to wear in the first place. She finished off the look by placing thin but soft leather cuffs on my wrists and a leather collar around my neck. She managed to tuck my ruby necklace safely under the leather.

  “It’s just for decoration,” she said with a wink. Tokyo slipped on a fishnet sheath dress, with nothing on underneath. She put on some stilettos with metal heels that made her another foot taller than me. Once her hair and makeup were done, she walked over to where I was waiting on Krystal’s bed. She cocked her head to the side as she looked me over.