A Night in the Vampire's Embrace (Paranormal BDSM) (3 page)

I could feel the magic as it broke apart. The arcane energy worked to hold him in place, yet Raymond called upon his innate resistance to magic. Within seconds, he had shrugged off the spell’s effects.

Lifting me as though I weighed nothing, the vampire carried me back to the bed. He dropped me into the sheets. They felt like a sea of softness. I scrambled back up and considered launching myself off of the bed. Jumping would've been so easy although I might have looked like a little kid.

Anticipating my move, he shook his head, "You tried once, and you had a chance when I was distrcted. Do you think you’ll do better when you’re holding my complete attention?” He sounded so rational; I wanted to slap him.

My lips pursed into a pout, but I had to acknowledge that he was right. I had had my chance, and I blew it. You're nothing I could do now was hope that another one come around. Throwing everything I had against him and mindlessly fighting what it actually get me anywhere. Except maybe chained to the wall again.

Raymond seemed to sense my hesitation. Or maybe he simply believed that no one would ever disagree with him. He pulled himself onto the bed and smiled down at me. Even kneeling, he was taller than me by several inches. I swallowed again, enticed by his proximity.

"You're lying, aren't you? You want to lull me into a false of security and try again." There was no hostility in his comments. If anything, he sounded amused.

"Did you think I would just give up?" My eyes narrowed with aggression. He hadn't tamed me, nor would he see as far as I was concerned.

Unfortunately for me, Raymond had different plans.

He pounced on me. He threw me to the bed. With his incredible strength, he pinned me with my wrists over my head. I struggled and tried to rip myself free of his grip for several seconds. All the while he watched me. He looks down, enjoying the little show. My breasts rose and fell, and a bright red tinge colored my cheeks and my throat.

"I'm glad I found you," said Raymond with a predator’s grin.

Leaning down, he kissed my cheek lightly. He moved over to the tip of my nose. These gestures were so soft and gentle. Part of me didn't know how to react even as another slice of my psyche savored his attentions. He made me feel small and somehow cherished at the same time.

"What are you going to do with me?"

He lifted himself over me and smiled down at me. Once more, I couldn't help but think of this man as all-powerful. Yes, I could wield a few supernatural forces, yet the ability to his command eclipsed my own. Plus there is simply something in the air he breathed that made me want to submit in ways I could have never imagined.

"Are you worried that I might turn you?"

"Yes," I answered breathlessly, too flustered to lie.

"Tonight, there are several things were going to do without your permission. But right now I promise you I won't turn you unless you ask." He shrugged a different idea, his smile widening, “Or maybe I’ll make you beg. Who knows?”

Raymond sounded so pleased with himself. I longed to wipe that smirk off his face. But before I could come up with some way to do just that, he pinned back down only this time he had no intention of taking a few light kisses.

He touched his mouth to my neck, and it felt as though my whole body lit up. An addictive mixture of pleasure and fear raced through my veins. I couldn't help it. Between the force of his personality, the strength of his body, and the beauty of this form, I was trapped. Trapped by my own instincts and desires.

Parting his lips, he grazed my skin with his teeth.

I shoved my way through the haze of yearning arousal and made my voice work again, “Are you going to feed on me?"

He didn't answer me, not right away. Instead Raymond scratched my neck this teeth once again. A shiver of delicious discomfort ran down my back. He was teasing me, seducing me, and that awareness did absolutely nothing to keep it from happening. He had me he knew it.

"When was the last time you were spanked?"

My eyes narrowed into skeptical splits, "you wouldn't dare."

"Move your arms and test me," he said with a teasing lilt.

I wanted to growl at him but suppressed the impulse, if only because I didn’t want him to know how much I hated the way he could patronize me. He could be a condescending ass when he really wanted, and there was nothing I could do about it.

Raymond removed his hands from my wrists. He trailed his fingertips down my forearm, to my biceps, back to my shoulders, and down to my breasts. “You have a very sensitive body, don’t you?”

I didn’t respond.

“I bet it helps you access the natural world and conjure your mystical powers.” He was teasing me again. I set my jaw and refused to answer. I kept my expression blank, a form of rebellion that lasted about ten seconds until I twitched as he stroked the spots around my breasts. Then he ran his fingers up and pinched my nipples. My mouth dried out again as he teased and tortured me with pleasure.

“Are you getting wet yet?” he asked.

I sustained my refusal to answer. He wouldn’t get anything out of me, or so I thought. Raymond kept caressing my skin. His touch was cool and light. He made my whole body quiver with anticipation, especially when he slid one hand down to the spot between my legs. I fought to stay relaxed and loose, but I could feel my muscles start to defy my wishes. They clenched up, eagerly awaiting Raymond’s attention.

He stroked my inner thighs. His skin remained cool and it felt wonderful. No matter how much I wished to deny it, he sent thrills of delight rushing along my skin. He kept at it, teasing me, moving his fingers along my slit. The moisture and heat and desire gathered within me, but he kept teasing me.

“You want me to ask, don’t you?” I finally managed to get out.

“That’s right,” he said, gazing down at me. His eyes practically sparkled with mischief. He could be a powerful monster when he wished. At the same time, he could be a teasing little boy eager to pull at my pigtails. The incongruity might have fascinated me under other circumstances. Right then, I had to focus on maintaining some façade of composure.

He leaned down and kissed me. He teased me, barely touching my mouth at first. But as the sparkles of energized arousal played through my mouth, he tightened his grip on me. He kissed me harder, passionately. He nibbled at my lower lip and explored the tip of my tongue with his own. The heat spread, building to an inferno. It lasted several seconds or minutes. I couldn’t really tell, not when my perception of time dissipated into nothing but the velvet dark behind my eyelids and the refreshed feel of his touch and his body over mine.

Raymond broke back, sat up a bit, and grinned down at me. “Call that a free sample. You’ll have to ask for the next part.” Only then I did I realize that he still had one hand between my legs. He ran little circles with his pinky and thumb, teasing me, making me want him.

Holding out would have satisfied my vanity. And it would have slowed down his plan, whatever that happened to be.

Screw vanity, I thought. “Please, please touch me.”

“Oh, I like it when you beg,” Raymond announced, then slipped his hand up. He traced his fingers along my slit, and I could feel my body open up for him. I barred my teeth as my lips pulled back slightly. I couldn’t help it. He summoned something within me, something primal and unstoppable. It scared me even as the tendrils of yearning coiled within me like a spring ready to leap. “Only because you asked so nicely,” he said with that same condescending note.

But he was true to his word and stroked me lightly, teasing me before he dipped his fingertips down into me. I gasped, my shoulders tightened together, and I tried to curl up except his weight and strength kept me in my place. I pushed into me, slipping his fingers down into the moist spot between my thighs. My features scrunched together.

At this point, I simply abanonded all attempts at maintaining some sort of dignified composure. No, that mask evaporated and blew away as my mouth opened and I panted with desire for him. I could feel he wanted me too. His erection pressed against me.

“Do you want to know how it feels to be bitten?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

“Too bad.” He pressed his lips against my neck again, only this time I didn’t try to shove him away. I couldn’t. He kept teasing me, exploring me, making me want this. My squirming only increased the friction and motion between us, heightening my responses as well as my reactions.

His fangs bit down into my skin. I felt the puncture. A jolt of pain burned through me, but only for a moment. Somehow, pleasure took over. It felt as though I were being soaked in unadulterated delight. My eyelids started to flutter, my breathing came in shallow puffs, and every patch of my skin must have turned a bright crimson.

Raymond fed on me. Intellectually, I knew this. Despite every sensation, I was completely aware that he was using me, taking my strength to enhance his own. And yet, he kept probing me. He found and massaged my clit with one hand. He kneaded and massaged one of my breasts with his other, all while he sucked the blood from my carotid artery. Drop bit drop, swallow by swallow, he fed on me. Worse, he made me enjoy every second.

When he pulled back, his mouth wasn’t covered in smeared blood. He didn’t look like a monster. If anything, his features came alive. His eyes blazed and his skin nearly bloomed with the heat, passion, and blood now darting through his body.

“Would you like me to feed you?”

“No,” I said.

“I’ll be nice then,” he said. “Don’t move.”

His words held me in place even as his fingers withdrew. I tried not to moan, though I couldn’t quite tell if I succeeded. I couldn’t be sure of how much he took either. It could have been a few drops. It could have been whole quarts. Dizziness swirled around me for a moment, but those feelings might have come from his erotic advances just as easily as blood loss. Damn him. As much as I wanted to hate this vampire, he had me enthralled.

And when he lowered himself down the length of my torso, tracing kisses all along the way, I couldn’t help but stay in place, paralyzed by the mixture of dread and desire. He kissed my areolas, my sternum, my belly button, all the way down to my pubis.

“I’m going to bite you again.”

“Please, please don’t,” I said, my plea little more than a breath of air.

“You don’t mean that,” he said, the skin around his eyes crinkled with bemused entertainment. And as much as I hated to think it to myself, I didn’t. I wanted this to last, no matter the cost. This man was too powerful, too perfect. He had me and we both knew it, even if I couldn’t admit it aloud.

After all, I could have kicked or fought. I could have forced him to chain me back to the wall. He bound me to the bed with nothing more than my own yearning for this to happen.

Raymond moved down the length of my body. He moved with a snake’s grace, every movement fluid and precise at the same time. He curled up around my knees, then straightened his back to gaze down at me again. I swallowed, frightened as he barred his fangs. The sight of those white tips held me transfixed. He had already fed once. He would do it again.

He lowered himself back down, only this time he nudged my legs farther apart to give him access to my inner thighs. He found my femoral artery and punctured it twice. His fangs came down and pierced two small, neat punctures in my skin. I arched my back and fell back into the gentle sheets’ embrace. As my blood flowed, he licked and drank. I could feel the heat pass from my body and into his mouth. I wanted it to repulse me. I wanted to feel disgusted or at least disturbed.

No, I savored every second of this. I arched my back and spread my legs apart even more to give him the best access possible.

But he didn’t stop there.

Raymond finished feeding. He moved forward to my slit and his tongue darted out. For an instant, my brain didn’t know how to process that. It was as if, on some level, I didn’t believe he would offer me that sort of ecstasy.

My nerve endings made it clear he would and he did.

His tongue explored me. He licked me and teased me, kissing me in my most vulnerable spot. I closed my eyes, bit down on my lower lip, and enjoyed every delicious pulsation and movement. It seemed like I might burst into flames. The heat and roiling desires overcame me, rushing down and through me.

The first orgasm made me scrunch my eyes shut as I gasped. The second made me cry out and moan. The third forced a scream from my already frenzied lungs. On and on it went until he pulled back and grinned up at me.

In that position, he should have appeared submissive or weak. Instead, he looked like a jolly trickster or maybe a little boy who knew he just got away with something important. Either way, I couldn’t quite think straight.

He moved back and got down beside me. I expected some taunt or mockery about how weak I had been. I kept thinking those same admonishments. Someone else would have been stronger than me. Instead, he made me enjoy him. This vampire embraced me, and I accepted each delight as though he were sex incarnate. Even then, he hadn’t actually penetrated me. I swallowed at the thought, my body too exhausted to anticipate how that might feel.

Raymond wrapped his arms around me. He petted my bare back and rubbed the nape of my neck. Each movement of his fingertips was soft and gentle. After so many exertions and burning so much energy, I felt myself relax. Every warrior’s instinct I possessed faded away into nothing.