Only Human (46 page)

“I’ll feel it, through your pussy wall, and know I’m in both holes at once.”

It’d been around eight months since I’d been fucked, and much longer since I’d had someone in me without a condom — several years before I adopted Lauren.

Abbott didn’t take his time entering me, he claimed me with his cock by slamming into me, taking me all at once, and I screamed in both shock and ecstasy at the invasion.

“Need to come, please!” I begged.

“Permission granted,” he said as he pressed in and held.

My body writhed and tossed on the spanking bench as my pussy spasmed around his cock and I screamed my pleasure. Unable to be still, my torso came up and I was leaning back against him before I realized it, but he merely wrapped his arms around me and squeezed my nipples, which shot me even higher into the stratosphere.

When the orgasm finally began to wane, he held me tight and said, “No consequences for coming off the equipment this time because I wasn’t clear, but I need you to settle again, and make sure you stay on it.”

I was physically exhausted, and used a small burst of my levitation abilities to settle slowly and not just collapse onto it, but he didn’t reprimand me and I thought I felt his cock pulse inside me. Did this mean he found my abilities a turn-on? I couldn’t think about it now, but filed the information away for future reference.

I was tired, but knew I could be brought back to arousal, though at the moment I’d have been happy for aftercare and sleep. Abbott had warned me he could go until the sun rose, if he wanted. His vampire strength and stamina meant he wasn’t at the whim of his body, but in total control.

Thankfully, he talked to me as he began moving. Smart men know the most sensitive sex organ is the brain, so he stimulated my mind as he ever-so-slowly fucked me, and had me squirming, moving, and begging again in record time.

“The platform your hands are on have no place to grip for a reason. We all want to grab onto something when we lose control, it’s human as well as vampire nature, but the angles of the platform give you nothing to hold. You aren’t bound because I want you to submit of your own free will tonight. I let you choose what to bend over, you’re the one who picked this apparatus. It was comfortable when you were aroused but not on the edge of an orgasm, but now, you’re wishing you’d picked something you could hold, something not quite so comfortable.”

A few seconds later, he changed the subject. “Every piece of equipment in this room is designed so I can easily fuck whoever is on it. Most of them are designed so I can fuck and feed, and while we both know I won’t bend over and drink my fill of you tonight… can you imagine how it would feel to know it’s coming? To know I’ll wait until you’re in the throes of orgasm, and then my teeth will enter you, as well as my cock?”

This shouldn’t have aroused me, but with my love of pain and pleasure combined, my lust skyrocketed and I knew we’d have to discuss the possibility of making his words a reality. But not now. I wouldn’t make that kind of decision during a scene — only when I was thinking reasonably.

He put his mouth to the side of my throat, breathed in, and his hips pumped faster. And faster. Before long he was fucking me hard enough I felt him pushing on the butt plug with each thrust. I’d felt a large, open ring on the outside when I’d had to reach back and spread myself for him earlier, so I knew he was bumping it.

I was slammed with the overwhelming impression of being fucked in both holes at the same time, and it wasn’t long before I was screaming my way through another climax.

I lost track of how many times he brought me to orgasm, but the final three or four had me begging for relief, insisting there was no way I could possibly come again, only to have him prove me wrong.

He leaned forward to kiss and lick my neck a few times, and tugged my nipples while he had easy access, but I forced myself to keep from freaking. He’d promised he wouldn’t bite me without my asking for it, and I didn’t ask.

I’m pretty sure he was trying to convince me to ask, though.

When Abbott finally came, he did so while I was writhing through yet another climax, and my consciousness almost left my body as I felt our auras mix and Abbott and I became as one for a short time, our bodies in bliss, our minds connected with no shields. I got a good dose of how he was feeling, what he was thinking, and I’m certain he got the same from me.

I know he didn’t intend for it to happen, because his thoughts were a mixture of awe and surprise. Our auras were only joined perhaps six or eight seconds, and then we became our own individual energy signatures again, though I could still feel the frequency of his energy within my own as I lay with him, out of breath as my mind raced over what I’d learned those few seconds.

He was thinking how easily he could love me, but I also realized his version of love — what he was willing to give of himself — was different for him than for me. He would always remember I was only in his life a short time, and he’d built walls up to protect his psyche against loss.

Everything happened in an instant, though, and the feedback loop allowed him to know what I got from him, as well as my reaction. It also let me know he saw my trepidation about dating a vampire who was likely so much more experienced and mature than I, as well as the comparisons I’d made between him and Randall. Since I’d had those thoughts yesterday, I wondered if he didn’t probe for them while he was in my mind. I didn’t have time, but I knew he was more experienced at mindreading than me.

This wasn’t the first time my aura had mixed with someone else’s, but it’s rare, and incredibly intimate, and doesn’t usually include getting into each other’s minds.

I hadn’t expected to merge auras with Abbott so soon, if ever, and as I came back to myself I was trying to figure out whether it happened because he had enough control to make it happen, or because we’ve already grown close enough for it to occur naturally. I wasn’t sure, and couldn’t get up enough nerve to ask. Talking about it meant acknowledging it, and I wasn’t ready to take that step.

He managed to get the plug out of my ass and me into bed in record time. His strong, lean arms held me, patiently giving me plenty of time to recover. When he realized I was coming back to myself, he brushed my hair away from my face as he asked, “Are you okay?” His voice was back to Abbott’s tone, not Master Abbott’s, and I felt the loss of him as my Master.

“I think so. Maybe. I’m not sure yet.” I was lightheaded and fuzzy, and was thinking maybe I should’ve driven so I could spend the night.

“Let me get you something to drink, I’ll be right back.”

He walked a few steps to a mini-fridge hidden in an ornate old-world dresser, and brought me a sports drink with a nozzle, opening it as he walked back.

I drank half the bottle in one, long pull, and he settled back beside me, rearranging the blankets around us so he wasn’t under them with me. I figured he was making sure I was warm, but I wanted skin to skin.

“Get under the blanket with me, please?”

He stroked my face. “Sshh, not yet. Does anything hurt?”

I laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

“No Carena, I’m not kidding. I need to know what hurts.”

I took inventory and answered, “I’m not sure how many times we had sex, or how many fingers you were using, but I’m definitely going to be feeling it over the coming days. My ass and the back of my thighs are mostly okay, but I’ll probably have some twinges here and there to remind me of the damned strap, and my left nipple is complaining a bit. But other than that, nothing much hurts.”

“Hmm, maybe I shouldn’t have ended the scene so soon. It seems Kirsten the submissive has left the building.”

“Yeah, it seems. But, you know I’m not complaining. Right? I mean, I practically begged for the strap, you were just giving me what I asked for. And the rest was, well…
wow
. Now, kiss me, dammit.”

His eyes twinkled as he smiled and said, “Yes, ma’am.” Somehow, he managed to let me know he was in control, and he could be the Master even as he called me ma’am. Deep in my psyche, I liked that, but I liked the kiss he gave me even more, as it clearly demonstrated he was still Dom, still Master.

We cuddled for a while, and as I started wondering when I should mention going home, he used baby wipes to clean me, silencing my protests as he took care of me. He retrieved my clothes from the other room, helped me dress, and then lifted me like a baby to carry me to his bedroom in the basement.

I sat in a large, overstuffed chair as he put on dress pants and a dress shirt, and then he lifted me from the chair and sat in it with me in his lap, cradled in his arms.

Being handled as if I was no more than a child was little disconcerting, but I realized it would be easy to get used to. I prided myself on being strong and independent, but sometimes it was nice to be cared for, and he made me feel so safe when I was with him. Ironic, considering he was a vampire.

“Carena,” he said, my head held to his chest as he kissed the top of my head. “I need to brand you somehow, make you belong to me. I held back tonight, but now that I’ve seen how you react, and after the events of our final orgasm tonight… I’m going to need to mark you, make you hurt, watch you take my pain. I want us both to know you belong to me on some level, if not entirely.”

I started to protest, but he beat me to the punch by saying, “I know you said you aren’t ready for anything exclusive, and I’m not asking for that, I’m just letting you know what I’m going to need to do the next time we scene.”

I didn’t think it was possible to get horny again so soon after everything we’d just done, but I was instantly turned on. I knew he’d smell it, and he raised his eyebrows and gave a single sniff, to make sure I realized he knew.

I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah. Hard to hide I’m turned on by the idea of it, though I’m sure the reality of it won’t be as fun as the anticipation.”

I paused to think about it a minute and said, “I’ll submit to it, as long as I’m not gagged, my safewords are in force, and you don’t mark me in a way supernaturals will pick up on as a claim on me. Oh, and any physical marks go away within four or five days.”

He nodded. “Of course. I’m not asking to change the terms of anything we’ve already agreed to, I just wanted you to know what you’re getting into the next time we have a complete scene.”

Truth be told, I needed him to do it, and had been a little disappointed it hadn’t happened tonight. “I understand,” I told him, “and I agree to it. I submit to your pleasures, and whether they cause me pain or bliss is entirely up to you.”

He kissed me again and then stood with me in his arms and headed out his bedroom door.

“Tonight was earth shattering but I’m pretty sure I can walk.”

“Not if I don’t put you down, you can’t.”

I gave up, sank into his arms, and let him carry me.

He took me to the kitchen and settled me carefully on my feet. “I asked the housekeeper to stock some food a vegetarian might like as a midnight snack, as well as some breakfast foods. Look in the refrigerator and the cabinets directly to the right and see if anything appeals.”

I looked in the refrigerator and saw a fruit tray with fruit dip. I grabbed it and moved it to the table, and started dipping and eating. I began with the apple and orange pieces, but the grapes
really
hit the spot. Abbott poured bottled water into a stemmed glass with ice, and settled it in front of me. I drank almost the whole thing, and he refilled it for me. I hadn’t realized I was so thirsty.

We sat at the table and talked about casual subjects at first, but we eventually made it to a discussion of the various supernatural groups in town, and finally got around to Bran.

Abbott looked as if he were debating something before he said, “I think you intrigued Bran. Especially since he seems to have witnessed you partaking in a scene. You should know he’s a Dom, and it’s likely he will give you a... proposition. I won’t give you details, but I will ask three things.” He held one finger up. “You don’t take me into consideration when you decide whether to say yes or no,” a second finger went up, “if you turn him down you do so with politics in mind,” the third finger, “and if you agree to it, you read every word of his contract and aren’t shy about negotiating the parts you don’t like. Whether you accept or not will have no bearing on whatever it is the two of
us
have going on, and he will be circumspect, so no one besides the three of us need to know.”

I was considering which of my questions to ask first when he said, “Please don’t respond to what I’ve said, or ask any questions. Just accept it for what it is, and if Bran makes you an offer then what I’ve said will make more sense.”

Well, gee, what was I supposed to say to that? I finally said, “Sure. No promises, but I’ll keep your advice in mind.”

When I was through eating I put the fruit tray and dip back in the refrigerator and told him I was pretty tired. He took the hint and offered to take me home, which was nice.

The view of the city as we drove down the mountain was beautiful, and we talked of some of the other mountains around the world he’d lived on.

As he pulled in my driveway he asked, “Would it be okay for me to come in and lay with you until you fall asleep?”

I shook my head. “You wouldn’t be able to lock the deadbolt on your way out.”

“I can just fly out your bathroom window.” He gave me a playful look and added, “It seemed to work okay for
you
last week.”

I relented, figuring anyone who could get into my bathroom window from the outside would be able to easily get in whether the window was locked or not. This made me think perhaps I needed to talk to Aaron about getting new windows, but I didn’t say anything to Abbott.

I let Smokey in from the back yard and he clearly wasn’t happy with Abbott’s odd smell, because he planted himself between us and refused to move.

Abbott didn’t push it, and let my dog keep his very large body between the two of us as we made our way upstairs.

I changed in my closet, but Abbott stood in the doorway and watched this time, obviously amused by my flannel pajamas.