Cherishing Destiny (A Dangerous Destiny) (11 page)

They walked a little faster to the entrance of the cellar
and Sara let Alex guide her down the steps.  Aurora had found a small box with
candles, matches, a flashlight and a radio down in this cellar the day before. 
She said it was probably emergency supplies in case the family had to shelter
in the cellar from a storm.  The flashlight didn’t work, and the radio made the
same horrible squealing noise as the CB, but Sara put a candle in one of the empty
Ball jars and left it on a shelf near the entrance.  Alex lit it for her as
soon as they entered. 

In the light of the candle flame, Sara could see little
shimmers all around the room.  Every jar on the shelves was reflecting just a
little light making all of the walls sparkle.  Alex spread the blanket on the dirt
floor and taking her hand, lowered her to sit on it.  He sat across from her.

“Will this hurt?” she asked him.

“Just a little bit, but you will like it anyway,” he
answered.  He reached out and took both of her hands in his.  “Ask all of your
questions, little dove. I will answer you honestly.”

“Hmmm.  It’s funny, but sometimes Aurora calls me, little dove.”
She was still trying to get over her nerves so that she could ask him the
things she actually wanted to know.

“Aurora and I are a lot alike in many ways, and we share
many of the same expressions,” he said, turning his palms up and looking at her
small hands inside of his big, strong ones.  “You are like a little bird that I
could hold in one hand. I stroke your feathers as gently as I can, but you are
still frightened.  I hear the flutter of your little heart beating so fast...”
His voice trailed off, and he was holding both of her wrists together in one of
his hands.  With his other hand, he was pushing back the strands of her long
brown hair that had fallen over her cheek. 

She looked up at his face, and he seemed kind of far away. 
He was holding her wrists together so firmly that she did get just a little
scared, feeling helpless in his grip that had become almost painfully tight. 
Her heart did feel a bit fluttery and was beating fast. Her soft brown eyes
grew huge and round.  She didn’t truly want to be afraid, but at the same time the
fear was thrilling her.

Alex pulled himself back to the present and noticed the
fear in her eyes, but he could also smell the excitement in the tiny beads of
sweat that were starting to make her wrists feel damp in his hand.  “Don’t be
afraid, little dove.  I won’t hurt you… unless you want me to.”

His words sent a little chill down her spine and made her
hardening nipples tingle at the same time. She wondered about the women who
wanted him to hurt them.  She was surprised to find that she was actually
curious to know what he did to them.  It was clear that he had experience in
this area.  From his tone, she knew that he had not been joking with her.  It
was a sincere offer to give her pain if she desired it.

Alex took her silence for discomfort.  She was a young
woman, and he had probably scared her too much.  He let go of her wrists.

In her mind, Sara moaned with disappointment when he
released her, but she was too embarrassed to tell him that the tiny taste of bondage
had excited her. 

Alex knew she was aroused, but he also knew that she was
not ready for him in that way.  He took a different tack and started again.

“You know, of course, that we don’t have to do anything
other than pass the blood if you are uncomfortable,” he said reassuringly.

“Doesn’t it bother you? About Aurora, I mean. Isn’t it like
cheating?” She was feeling pangs of guilt herself.

He laughed softly. “This is what makes you human, and me,
Vampire,” he said. “This is not infidelity or cheating, this is feeding.  We
must feed our bodies with blood, but almost as important, we must also slake
our lust.  It is a need. We won’t die for the lack of it, but our lives are
built around  the thirst and desire and we are always seeking to quell both.” 
Alex could see Sara’s eyes light up with piqued interest when he spoke of lust
and desire, so he continued. “I love Aurora with all of my heart and, for that
reason, I will never make love to anyone else.  Not because it would be
cheating, but because it is the ultimate expression of my love and I love only
her.  Aurora has asked me to please you. I will not make love to you, little
dove, but if you wish me to give you pleasure (or pain, he added) you will not
care about that, I promise you.”

Sara’s breath caught when he finished speaking.  His words
were making her hot and damp; even his voice was dripping with sex.  She pushed
a little closer to him and took his strong hands in her small ones.  Just the
size of them, the size of him was a turn on. She made the decision to take him
up on his offer, and she looked into his eyes with naked lust in her own. 
“Would you hold my arms again?” she requested shyly.

A red glow formed in his eyes as his own lust awakened. She
had asked so sweetly for her bondage that he hardened instantly with the
thought.  He leaned so close to her that the breath from their slightly parted
lips intermingled.  He reached around behind her and pulled the zipper down the
back of her dress until he reached the lacy top edge of her panties. The top of
her dress fell open to slide down and expose most of her smooth shoulders. He
pushed the fabric further down her arms until she pulled them free of the
sleeves. 

Her bosom was just a little too large for her petite frame
and the bra she wore was a little too small.  Her breasts were pushing out over
the top of the inadequate lacy cups. He caught her arms as she shed the dress
from them, and pulled them behind her. When they crossed at the wrist in the
small of her back, he grasped both tiny wrists in one hand and gripped them
tightly as she requested. 

The position she was in, caused her back to arch slightly,
pushing her breasts even harder against the tiny undergarment.  Alex looked at
the straining bosom and wanted to bite into the milky swell of her soft flesh,
but she was too small for him to reach her neck in this position.  He used his
free hand to slide under her shapely bottom and lifted her onto his lap as he
was kneeling and sitting back on his ankles.  Now, he would be able to put his
lips on her silky skin.  He pressed his mouth to her throat and felt her racing
pulse under his dry kiss. His lips parted, and he let his tongue play over the
artery there.  His fangs pushed into place, and he let the sharp tips drag
across her neck lightly while his tongue tasted her excitement.

He let his lips trail down to where the undersized bra was
digging into the breasts that wanted to burst from their prison.  It looked a little
painful, and he pulled out the fabric just enough to confirm that there were angry
red lines crossing her flesh where it strained against the edge of the material. 
He paused to listen to her beating heart, wanting to make sure he didn’t go too
far with the excited novice.

“May I take this a little further?” he whispered in her
ear.

“Yes, I want you to make me squirm.” Her voice was husky
with desire. Her words made his already stiff member jump a little.

“Give me a safe word,” he said nuzzling her neck again. 

“I don’t understand.”  Her brow wrinkled in confusion.

“Oh, my innocent little dove,” he sighed. “I want you to
tell me a word that you will not forget.  If you ever feel in danger or if the
pain becomes too great, you must say this word so that I know you truly want me
to stop. Otherwise, little dove, you can beg me as much as you desire, but I
will ignore your pleas.”

“My word is destiny,” she said without hesitation. 

“Destiny.” He repeated it back to her.

“That’s a good word,” he said, running the tip of his
finger across the crevice the bra was digging into her breasts.

Suddenly he yanked the lacy fabric down.  The straps dug
into her shoulders when he did it, and she cried out a little, but her breasts burst
free with the angry red line showing prominently about a half inch above her
nipples.  One pain and one relief, it was a little exhilarating.  He leaned
over and took one of the exposed pink tips into his mouth, biting just a bit. 
She gasped, and her nipple grew hard between his teeth. He flicked his tongue
over the tip but did not relax the gentle bite.  He did this until she moaned
softly in pleasure and then he bit her harder.  She sucked air through her
teeth in a hiss, but she did not call for him to stop.  He closed his lips
around the puckered tip and sucked the stiff little bullet hard.  He pulled away
slowly bringing the trapped nipple with him until her breast was pulling into a
pointed rocket.  She tried to lean forward to relieve just a little of the
pressure, and he immediately yanked back on her wrists that he still gripped
tightly behind her back.  This arched her back, pointing her breasts straight
out and up.  The nipple in his mouth was pulled as taut as he dared and he
slowly began to release the pressure of his bite.  He continued to suck hard
and then pulled away until the throbbing pebble slid from his lips with an
audible pop She hadn’t realized how shallow she had been breathing, nearly
holding her breath, and she pulled air into her lungs deeply.  This presented
her other nipple to him, and he snatched it and repeated the entire exorcise in
almost identical fashion.  She was mewling softly now, but still not begging
and she hadn’t even thought of calling for safety.  She no longer noticed the
pain in her shoulders from the bra straps.  Her nipples were poking straight
out and were both red and throbbing.  She had never experienced pain like this,
and she was confused at how good it was.  She was fully aroused, and her
panties were sopping.

Alex let go of Sara’s wrists and pulled off his t-shirt.
She started to touch his rock hard chest, but he lifted her off of his lap,
spun her around and tied his t-shirt over her eyes.

He maneuvered her until he had removed the dress and
panties and finally he removed the offending bra.  She was naked on her knees
with only a blindfold on.  She heard him sliding his own clothes off and then
suddenly there was only silence.  She began to wonder where he was and where he
would touch her first.  The anxiety became palpable.  She started to think he
left her in the cellar, and she groped around her.

He let her grope around with her hands for just long enough
to make her unprepared to find him and then he stepped up close to her within a
foot in front of her face.  Suddenly she was groping muscled thighs and narrow
hips and right in front of her face was the largest, rod straight erection she
had ever seen, or not actually seen in this case.  She used both hands to explore
the length. Her two fists on top of each other didn’t even begin to envelop the
entire length of him. Her small hands could not wrap all the way around the
girth either.   

He wasn’t touching her back, and she wasn’t quite sure what
he wanted from her. She leaned forward and ran her tongue up the length of his
hard cock until she reached the opening at the tip and lapped the droplet of
dew she found there.  He tasted like blood, she thought.  She took the head
into her mouth and found that just that portion of him nearly filled her entire
mouth.  She played with the soft tip using a gentle suction and then flicked
her tongue over the prominent ridge around his head.  One hand gripped the base
of his cock firmly, and the other lightly cupped the tight, drawn up, package
beneath.   She relaxed into the familiar intimacy of this kind of sex play, but
he was not prepared to let her get too comfortable just yet. 

He reached out and gripped her hair, close to her scalp, at
the back of her head and yanked her off of his achingly stiff rod.  She fell
back on her ass with a sharp cry and instinctively grabbed the wrist of his
hand that was in her hair.  He pulled back until her nose was pointed to the ceiling
exposing her angled neck fully.  He dropped to his knees before her and rubbed
his face all over her vulnerable throat.  He held his mouth against her racing
pulse, breathing in the scent of her rushing blood and then he sank his fangs
into the throbbing vein beneath his lips.

The stories she’d heard about Vampire bites were true.  She
felt euphoric. The bite had been a very quick stab of pain and then bliss.  The
hand in her hair had dislodged the improvised blindfold and her eyes flew open
wide as her blood flowed into his mouth. He did not drink from her for long,
and she watched as he bit the tip of his own finger and felt him rub the
welling blood on her wounds.  She closed her eyes and basked in the sensations.

Alex only needed a little blood and Sara was so small that
he was afraid to go too far.  He closed her wounds, but although they stopped
bleeding immediately, they were healing slower than was usual.  He made a
mental note to talk with Aurora about it.

He thought about Aurora.  She wanted him to please Sara.  He
looked down at the little woman in front of him, and he wanted to please her too,
not just for Aurora, but for his sake and Sara’s, as well. She was very sweet,
and he was discovering that she had a little dark side.  He liked it.  As polite
and mannered as Vampires had become, they were still violent thrill seekers
underneath. It had been a long time since anyone, except Aurora on occasion,
wanted him to give them glorious pain. 

He touched Sara’s face gently and waited for some of the
blood drunkenness to wear off.  If she wanted to enjoy the play, she would need
to come back a little from the bliss she was currently enjoying.  He absently
touched her soft skin while he waited.  It wasn’t long before her breath
started coming faster again.