Riding the Storm (26 page)

“And the man who helped you, when you were with your second
Master?”

“He was Abbott’s second for centuries, but eventually he
left and took over his own territory. The two haven’t battled, and they’re
friends so I hope they never do, but I think it’s likely he’s more powerful
than Abbott, now. He’s in Eastern Europe. I consider him a friend, but our
lives have gone in different directions.”

Eric walked to the sink, rinsed his plate and silverware,
put them in the dishwasher, and turned back to her. “That’s where your saying
comes from? You rode through a hellish storm for
centuries
before you
found your blue skies. What I went through sounds so trivial now, next to what
happened to you.”

She went to him so fast she startled him, and slowed before
putting a hand to his cheek, gazing into his clear blue eyes as she caressed
his jawline.

“That isn’t why I’m telling you this, Eric. You thought me a
monster after what I did to the people who hurt you, and I want you to
understand there
is
a monster inside me, and it’s a part of me I’ll
never lose. Most vampires lose the beast inside during the training process. As
they learn control, their inner beast fades away until they can no longer draw
on it, but because I lived as the beast for so long, it’ll always be with me. I
can also play human, and it’s possible for me to love, but you need to
understand who I am, and why.”

Eric pulled her into his embrace, and she rested her head on
his shoulder and let him hold her.

“When I first saw you, first met you, I saw this thick, icy
exterior, and wanted to know what’d happen if I thawed you out.” He ran his
hands through her hair, kissed the top of her forehead. “I found the squishy
center, and I know you’re all heart, and the ice bitch thing protects the
emotions you only let those close to you see.”

He leaned his head, gazed into her eyes. “I know who you
are, Kendra, and I love all of you. Thanks for telling me how you got this way,
and you know I’ll always listen, no matter how horrible the things are you need
to tell me. I can’t change what happened, but I can love who it made you.”

Kendra’s eyes watered and she buried her head in his chest.
“God, how did I get so lucky? Thanks Eric. I love you, too.”

“Anything else you need to share tonight?”

When she shook her head, he said, “Okay then, would you
prefer a wild ride in the ski boat, a night out dancing, or a ride on the back
of the fastest production motorcycle on the planet.”

“One more thing, then the motorcycle ride?”

He lifted his eyebrows in question, and she said, “We’ve
been in a holding pattern, and if you aren’t going to get us out of it, I will.
I’ve reserved the coterie’s playroom for the first available time slot —
the night of January first and the morning of the second. Keep the night open
because your ass is mine that night.”

His scent was… conflict. Apprehension and relief, and… a mix
of too many other things for her to key into them.

Eric’s eyes, though, were clear and open as he said, “Okay.
I’ll be there.”

Before Eric went to bed after their New Year’s celebration,
Kendra instructed Eric to be prepared for her when she awoke the following
evening. Her final instructions were to, “Eat and shower two hours before
sunset. When I rise, I want you naked, with a bath already drawn for me.”

She was terrified he’d refuse, and wanted to dance for joy
when he swallowed, looked down, and nodded. She scented his trepidation, but he
wasn’t scared, and the heady adrenaline scent saturating the room told her he’d
have a full day of nervous anticipation tomorrow.

When Kendra awoke the next evening, Eric was awake and lying
beside her in bed, naked. When he realized she was awake, his heart sped and
his arousal levels rose. She took a deep breath, taking in his scent, and
kissed his forehead before standing and walking to the bathroom.

Eric had drawn her bathwater at the perfect temperature, and
added the jasmine oils she liked. Not too strong — he hadn’t done it to a
human’s sense of smell, but to a vampires, which meant he’d paid attention when
she put them in herself. How had she gotten so lucky?

She piled her hair on top of her head and sank into the
fragrant water.

When he followed her into the bathroom, she told him,
“Please kneel on the rug, ass on your feet, knees apart, hands behind your
head.”

His cock wasn’t standing proud, but was nicely plump, and
she smelled enough arousal to know he was okay. For now, his apprehension was
overriding his ability to enjoy the build-up to a scene. He wasn’t afraid, just
nervous, and she could make use of him being a little on edge, as long as it
didn’t go on too long before she had a chance to reassure him.

Since she’d shaved the night before, this evening’s bath was
merely to set the stage for their scene. She didn’t take too long in the tub,
instructing Eric to towel her dry when she stepped out, which he gently and
lovingly did, igniting her libido. From the state of his growing erection, it
did something for him, too.

She had him help her into her corset before she stepped into
the matching high-heeled boots and had him zip them. His hands on her skin, so
warm, so fucking
vibrant
, she couldn’t wait to get him into the
playroom, and hoped she could make it good for him.

“Eric, kneel before me again, please.”

He’d been squatting near her, and he only hesitated a few
seconds before dropping to his knees, and she kissed his forehead in thanks
before fastening a bondage collar around his neck, and a leash to the collar.

His heart rate sped again, his breathing went shallow, and
his erection softened. She knew she needed to get to the good stuff soon, show
him the good parts of submitting to her.

First, though, she walked him to the playroom, naked and on
a leash. None of the downstairs vampires were up yet, but it still messed with
his head.

Once in the playroom, she locked the door behind them, his
heart giving a pronounced double-beat as the lock fell into place. Now, she
smelled turmoil and arousal with a hint of fear.

Kendra didn’t want him to feel fear — not yet, anyway.
“Eric, remember, raindrops and storm clouds, okay?” She touched his face, her
fingers gentle as she looked into his eyes, reminding him he was safe, and
she’d take care of him.

He gave her a hesitant smile and she smelled some of the
fear fade. “Yes, Kendra. Thank you.”

“You can either address me as Kendra or Ma’am, but you will
use one or both every time you speak.”

He closed his eyes as he dealt with that, then opened them
to say, “Yes, Ma’am.”

Another kiss on the cheek, a reward for calling her Ma’am.

She unhooked the leash from his collar, and held his hand to
walk to the wall holding the bondage equipment. His heart rate increased even
more as she selected two wrist cuffs. She smelled arousal, but also conflict.
Normally, she’d require the submissive offer himself, but decided to take it
easy on him, so she reached for each arm and gently placed the cuffs on his
wrists, giving lots of reassuring touches, hoping to give him the sensation of
being caressed instead of handled. She was on guard for him to experience
flashbacks from his time at the Media Council, and would change directions if
she thought his mind went there for even a second.

Once the second cuff was on, she held him, kissed him, and
teased the area around his cock without actually touching it.

When she finally thought he was ready, she walked behind him
and connected his cuffs, quickly lifting her hands to massage his shoulders,
caress his arms, and help him settle. This was supposed to be good, not scary,
and she soothed him until his heartrate calmed.

She turned him to face the wall and ordered, “Take five
steps back for me please, Eric.”

It wasn’t given as an order, but a request. There’d be time
to test him with authoritative commands, later.

He’d been bent over when held captive, but he’d been leaned
over something, and his arms had been held in front of him, a spreader bar
between his legs. She wanted him bent over, but thought she could make the
experience different enough to keep from bringing back bad memories.

She hooked the winch’s chain to the connector between his
cuffs, caressed his arms a few seconds, and then walked to the wall to push the
button and raise the chain.

She went slow, watching him bend over as the winch forced his
wrists higher and higher behind him. When he was bent ninety degrees at the
hips and the muscles at his shoulders started to strain, she stopped the
mechanism, and then gave him two inches of slack.

A spreader bar on his ankles would make the perfect finishing
touch, but it might be too close to the position from his captivity, so she
skipped it.

Instinct told her she needed to let him feel as if he was at
least a little in control, so she pulled one of the bondage ottomans to him,
settled it under his face, and put a wedge on it get the right height.

When she reclined on the wedge, her head down and hips up,
she was the perfect height, and she ordered, “Make me come, Eric. Use that
talented tongue. If you tease me you’ll be punished —
pleasure
me,
Eric.”

She gasped at the first contact, and then moaned in bliss as
he immediately put his oh-so-talented tongue to work, pleasuring her with his
beautiful mouth as if her excitement meant more to him than his ability to take
his next breath.

Even bound so his shoulders were already torqued, Eric
leaned farther into her in his attempt to give her all he could —
sacrificing with his pain for her pleasure.

After the second orgasm she forced herself to move, as she
could smell his pain and didn’t want him hurting himself.

She walked to the wall on shaky legs, let his arms down
until he was standing straight, and then came back to gently release him from
the chains, though she left the cuffs fastened behind his back.

He was hard as a rock now, and his scent a powerful
aphrodisiac.

She kept an eye on him as he watched her wrap a spanking
bench with two-foot wide plastic wrap. This bench would put his weight on his
knees, not his feet, and would support his body, which should feel totally
different than the way he was bent over before. He wobbled a few times while
she worked, unstable with his hands cuffed behind him, but not enough she
needed to steady him.

She could sense his puzzlement as she oiled the plastic
wrap, and she didn’t explain — he’d figure it out soon enough.

He complied as she helped him climb onto the bench and
leaned him over. She secured his ankles, and released his wrists before
securing them out to the side so he couldn’t raise up. She didn’t restrain his
hips or thighs — she
wanted
him to move them.

She affectionately patted him on the ass, walked to the
wall, gathered a few things from a drawer, and held his gaze during her walk
back as she dramatically donned a pair of medical gloves.

Eric humped the table once, and his eyes grew large —
now
he understood why she’d oiled the area under him. She gave him a mischievous
smile, and when she reached him, caressed her way from shoulders to ass with
her gloved hand.

She parted his ass to look at his asshole, and when he took
a breath to speak, she told him, “Unless you want to tell me one of your
safewords, not a word comes out of your mouth.”

His heartrate sped, his arousal increased, and he pulled at
his arms, testing his bonds. A sniff told her he wasn’t doing it out of fear,
just checking, so she continued with her plans and lubed the fingers of her
right hand. He tensed as she slid a finger into the tight ring of muscles, and
she urged, “I need you to relax, Eric. Press, like you’re trying to push me
out. Yes, there you go, that’s it.”

She worked him for a bit with one finger, experimenting with
speed and pressure around and over his prostate until he was fighting not to
hump the table. Her own juices flowed as she smelled his skyrocketing arousal,
and she added a finger, and smiled as he moaned. It took a good five minutes
before he relaxed around two fingers, though he was still fighting to keep from
humping the table.

He needed encouragement, obviously.

“Eric, fuck the table,
hump
it.” She counted to five
in her head and ordered, “
Now
.”

His hips moved, but slowly. He was still holding back, and
she warned, “Do it in earnest unless you want another finger. Move your ass,
fuck the table like you mean it. I want you to come all over the table, Eric.”
She pegged his prostate. “You’re going to come with my fingers in your ass.”

She’d restrained him, but she still wanted him to actively
participate. Also, she wanted him to start identifying something in his ass
with pleasure, with orgasm. She loved the feel of his muscles around her
fingers, as well as the sensual, sexy, tantalizing dual aromas of conflict and
arousal.

He was so hard it probably hurt, but he was fighting it
because he didn’t want to be hard while she finger-fucked his ass. She kept
encouraging him to move, threatening something larger when he slowed, until he
finally lost himself in the sensations, his scent telling her he’d stopped
thinking and was fully in a carnal, raw, feral state. He’d not only given her
control, he’d relinquished his self-control for her, and she vowed she’d do
whatever was necessary to keep this man in her life. Even if he never submitted
to her again, the gift he was giving her now was so precious, so vast, her
heart swelled as she concentrated on giving him what he needed. When he finally
came, he did so with a roar, his hips moving wildly on the table as his rectal
muscles spasmed around the fingers in his ass.

She let him stay put a few seconds to catch his breath as
she used her super-speed to get rid of the glove, and clean the lube from his
backside with warm baby wipes. He was still out of breath when she unfastened
him, seated him in the bondage chair, and cleaned his front side.

* * * *

Eric was certain she’d bite him to give him an erection this
time. He’d assumed she would for the entire scene, and wasn’t sure how he felt
about her forcing him into a natural erection. If it’d been chemically induced,
he could tell himself she’d have never got him to orgasm like that if she
weren’t a vampire.

Now, he had to admit he’d liked it, and it’d been all him.

Kendra had risen through the power structure with merciless,
blood-soaked resolve, but she hadn’t put herself in power. She was happy to
follow Abbott, had no desire to form her own empire. He could trust her to Top
him. This was about sex, fun. She didn’t want to own him, didn’t want to run
his life. This dark and dangerous vampire, so icy when he’d first met her, he’d
wanted to caress the sharp edges of her jaw and cheeks, kiss and lick her neck
until she thawed... now she was all his, but the reverse was true, as well. He
was all hers, and today he had the chance to show her just how much he belonged
to her.

He just hadn’t expected to enjoy it without her chemical
enhancements to their play.

Kendra adjusted the bondage chair, tilting his body back at
an angle, though the seat of the chair was still level. He sat passively and
let her restrain his ankles far apart, and then use wide straps to keep his
thighs separated. His wrists were connected to his thighs, and then Kendra
lifted his chin with a single finger until his gaze met hers.

He saw her love for him in her face, and her beautiful icy
blue eyes. Her face came towards him, and he opened his lips for her as she
kissed him, so many emotions flowing between them. He wanted to wrap his arms
around her, but since he couldn’t, he tried to show her how he felt with his
lips, his tongue.

She stroked his cheek when she ended the kiss, her eyes
showing emotion a few seconds before she got back on task and secured his waist
and chest to the chair with more wide straps.

He closed his eyes and all thoughts fled his mind as her
warm mouth enveloped his cock and her fingers delicately massaged his balls.

His thoughts returned long enough for him to realize she was
going to get him hard the old-fashioned way again, and then fled again when she
started humming, and the vibrations traveled through his entire groin.

* * * *

When Eric was nice and hard, Kendra retrieved her kit with
the sounds, plugs, and inserts. She wouldn’t make him take the medical sounds
yet, though. She’d need to work up to those.

She made a production of opening the kit in front of him as
she assured him, “These are my personal toys, they don’t stay in the play room.
They’re autoclaved after every use, and if they go a time without use they’re autoclaved
again.” She pulled one of the penis plugs out. “I put these through the
autoclave last night after you went to sleep, so I’m sure they’re sterile. I’ll
start with the smallest to see how you handle it.” She held his gaze a second
before telling him, “Eventually, I’ll hurt you with these, but tonight the goal
is discomfort — we’re aiming for sensation, not pain. Feel free to speak
at will now, just do so respectfully. If it hurts, tell me. You don’t have to
use a safeword if you don’t want, just tell me it hurts, or say ouch, or
whatever.”