Riding the Storm (29 page)

He walked behind her, and without further ceremony pressed
the plug past her outer muscles, and then kept pushing, slow and yet
relentless, and Kendra had to remember how to access her anal muscles before
she could even consider relaxing them. The pain wasn’t terrible, but it
certainly passed mere discomfort, and she held back a whimper as he buckled the
harness around her waist and tightened the crotch strap, ensuring the plug
would stay in. Filling her.

A breathy moan finally escaped her throat as Eric fiddled
around with the front of the harness, arranging the double straps until they
held her pussy lips open. She not only had to deal with the fact her legs were
spread and she couldn’t bring them together to protect herself, but with her
labia forced open as well, she could feel cool air on her most private,
sensitive tissues.

Eric pulled four floggers from his bag and lined them up.
Kendra closed her eyes as she looked at the one on the far right and knew he’d
hurt her bad with it. Nothing she couldn’t heal from, but the pain as it
happened would be terrible.

However, she trusted him, and knew he wouldn’t use it right
away. Eric would make sure she was ready for it.

The first flogger was made of soft leather and he moved in a
circle around her, striking her ass and thighs as well as her back a while,
then cycling around front to hit her breasts, lower abs, the front of her
thighs, and occasionally her pussy.

This might be the nice flogger, but she still yelped and
squealed when he hit her nipples and clit.

She didn’t realize when he switched to the next flogger
until the much harsher leather strands struck her ass, and she yelped in a
near-scream at the sensation of a dozen bees stinging at once. Before long he
was flogging her in a continuous loop, figure eights back and forth from her
upper back in a line to her upper thighs — he didn’t have to avoid
Kendra’s kidney area, but did anyway. Everything else was fair game, though.

She screamed and writhed when he came around front, and
thankfully he didn’t stay long before circling around to her back once more.

By the time he made it to the third flogger she couldn’t
tell the difference between pain and pleasure as she alternately fought the
restraints and relaxed into them.

Her eyes were closed when he jammed multiple fingers into
her pussy as he flogged her breasts with the final flogger, and she jerked in
her restraints.

“Come for me Kendra,” he ordered. “Come on my fingers. Come
while I flog your tits with that butt plug invading your lovely ass.”

Kendra’s mind imploded on itself and she ceased to exist.
She was just the pain, the pleasure, the orgasm. Her world consisted of Eric’s
fingers, the flogger, the plug filling her bottom, the cuffs and chains
spreading her wide, and nothing else mattered as she shot through her bliss and
lost herself in the ecstasy.

When it was over she went limp in her bondage, and Eric
quick-released her ankle cuffs from the chains, lowered the winch until her
feet touched the floor, and held her as he released her wrists, letting her
body fall forward over his shoulder. He stood with her in the fireman’s carry,
walked her to the large padded bondage table, and gently settled her onto it.

“We’re not done yet, Kendra. On your hands and knees.”

Kendra watched in a haze as Eric took his pants off, and
then closed her eyes as she felt him climb behind her. She assumed he’d tease
her a little, first, but he plunged into her pussy with no warning and fucked
her doggy style, her labia still held open by the harness, her ass still filled
with the plug.

“Arch your back,” he ordered, his voice harsh, strained.

Kendra complied, but he demanded, “
More
, put your
chest on the table, arms out to the side. That’s good. Excellent. Now, arch
your back even more, offer your pussy to me. Oh,
yes
, that’s it.”

Kendra couldn’t believe what this was doing to her. The plug
in her ass was still letting her know loud and clear it was there, but she was
floating from the flogging, and now being required to put herself in this
position... and he was fucking her so hard and fast and, oh,
god
.

“I’m going to come, Eric, Sir, Oh fuck, I’m—”

“Go ahead Kendra. Come whenever you want, as much as you
want.”

When her orgasm hit, it was too much for Eric and he came,
too — their auras fighting and battling instead of merging and mixing,
but it only upped the sensations battering Kendra’s psyche, and all she could
do was writhe under him and scream her bliss.

When it was over, they collapsed on the table in each
other’s arms a good five minutes. Kendra finally asked, “Are we done, Sir,
or...”

“Yeah, let me get the plug out of you, and the cuffs off.”

Once the horrid plug was gone, and the cuffs were off, he
brought a half-dozen baby wipes back from the warmer, cleaned her up first,
then himself.

He threw a blanket over her, climbed back on the table, and
spooned her into his body before covering them both. Normally, she’d insist the
blanket be between them, but he was so warm, and felt so good.

His breath caressed her ear as he said, “Just float for a
while.”

“Thank you, that was, that was…
incredible
.” She
sounded a little drunk, even to her own ears.

“You’re very welcome, but it was pretty incredible for me,
too, so the
thank you
goes both ways. I won’t ever take your submission
for granted, Kendra.”

When Eric realized she was floating again and likely done
talking, he contacted Abbott in his head.

Abbott?

Yes Eric. I’m here. You’ve created a good bit of
bewilderment tonight. I’ve had most of the house contact me to be sure I know
what’s going on, and the knowledge I knew about it already, and I’m fine with
it, has upped the confusion. I’ve made it clear to all of them you’re an
employee of mine and are under my protection, though I’m not sure it’s been
necessary as of yet. They know she Topped you the other night, so the idea of a
switch relationship seems to be taking the edge off things.

So, that’s good?

As good as can be expected, yes, but I haven’t spoken
with everyone so the real test will happen over the coming nights.

Okay, thanks. She’s resting now, and we’ll probably be in
here at least another hour, since you want her at full mental and physical
capacity before we unlock the door. Thanks for everything, Abbott.

You are very welcome, Eric. Kendra is my friend and I
believe you’re good for her. I like you, and I hope the two of you can find a
way to make this work satisfactorily.

Eric put the dishwasher-safe items into the small
dishwasher, added soap, and turned it on. His personal toys went back into his
bag, and he made sure everything else was cleaned and put away. He left the
bleach solution out for the bondage table — he’d have to take care of it
last thing.

He climbed back on the table and held her, petted her,
soothed her. Eventually, she began to rouse, and then came out of it quickly,
so within another twenty minutes he was helping her into a silky robe.

“Have a seat for a minute while I wipe the bondage table,”
he told her. “I’ll have to come back later and get my stuff out of the
dishwasher. Are you hungry?”

Kendra smiled. “Starving.”

His eyes twinkled at her. “Well, we can’t have that, can
we?” He didn’t mind feeding her — loved it, actually. The idea she got
her sustenance from him was heady, and the adrenaline rush and pleasure he
received from the bite was something he never wanted to give up.

“No, we can’t,” she agreed with a grin. “Grab a condom from
the stash on the shelf and put one on so you don’t make a mess when I feed from
you.”

“My, my,
my
— you sure shifted into bossy mode
easily enough,” he said with a playful grin.

She laughed. “Hello? Hungry vampire? Get your dick in a
condom and get your ass over here.”

“Umm, I don’t think a condom is going to go on without some
encouragement.”

She took a look at his very limp cock and said, “Oh, well
then grab a towel or something, figure it out.”

“Grumpy.”

“Keep it up and I’ll decide to play a little game called
chase-the-food.”

Eric grabbed a handful of paper towels and headed towards
her, unzipping his pants to put them around his cockhead so they’d catch
whatever mess he made. He walked to her, sat beside her, and reclined backwards
into her lap, looking up into her eyes. “I’m all yours.”

“I know you are, Eric,” she said, her voice soft. “Just as I
seem to be all yours. Tilt your head for me, offer it... oh, yes, such a
beautiful, mouthwatering pulse.”

* * * *

Kendra leaned into him and breathed in his scent — one
hundred percent man. She licked his neck, teasing herself, and then lined up
for the bite, slowly sinking her fangs into his flesh. After releasing the pain
killer and some bliss, she drank slowly, savoring his flavor and his essence.
Finally
,
his aura joined and merged with hers, not just mixing, but
merging
— the core of human and vampire blending into one nucleus, with one aura.
She slowed her drinking even more, wanting to bask in the glorious sensation as
her pulse synched with his and it felt as if they shared one heart. She relaxed
and enjoyed the marvel of it as long as she could, but finally released the
orgasm cocktail as she neared eight ounces and pulled out, taking care to run
her tongue across the bite holes.

Now, Eric was the one zonked, so she took charge, cleaning
him with baby wipes and zipping him back into his pants, and then just holding
him.

A few moments later he opened his eyes and said, “That was…
different
.”

She nodded. “Our auras merged. More than just our auras, our
essence, we became one for a little while.”

He reached for her hand and kissed the center of her palm.
“Yes, I felt it, but I didn’t know how to describe it. I’ve never felt closer
to anyone in my life, Kendra. I would’ve gladly let you drink me dry, if you’d
wanted, just to make the feeling last. That’s a little scary, actually. Are you
sure you’ve never killed anyone giving them that kind of pleasure?”

The truth with him,
always
, she reminded herself
before taking a breath to admit, “Other than enemies who deserved what they got
— in the past thousand years, I’ve killed one person by feeding on him,
but it wasn’t an accident. It was intentional on both our parts: Death by
orgasm.”

His eyebrows drew together just the least little bit.
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?”

She shook her head. “No, but it’s the truth. I care far too
much about you to ever let anything happen to you. Never fear, Eric, I’ll
always remain in control when I’m feeding from you.”

His eyebrows rose into his forehead, and she sighed. “It’s
complicated, and it happened a long time ago. He was going to be killed anyway,
and there wasn’t anything I could do to save his life, so I decided if he had
to die, I could at least make it as pleasant as possible. I wouldn’t turn him
without his consent, and he wouldn’t give it, plus he didn’t want me to kill
anyone guarding him just so I could get him free. He was scheduled to be hanged
the next day, and I could get into his cell and out of it again, but I couldn’t
get him out of it without... like I said, it’s complicated, but the night
before he was to be hanged I injected way too much of the orgasm cocktail, and
drank from him while he came uncontrollably. I kept at it until his heart
stopped — a combination of blood loss and too much non-stop stimulation.
I also put lots of bliss into it, so I think it’s fair to say it was a much
more pleasurable way to die than a public hanging.” She sighed. “And then I
left that damned village and have never been within three hundred miles of it
again.”

“I’m sorry, Kendra, for bringing up such a sad memory.”

“It’s okay, you didn’t mean to, but when you asked, I had to
answer honestly. I want your trust, and that means being honest even when the
truth’s difficult. It
is
possible to kill someone that way, but I’m not
giving you anywhere close to what it would take, and I have no intentions of
ever drinking enough to compromise your health.”

“I trust you, and the question was actually kind of in
jest... but there’s a period of time when, it’s like I’m not
me
anymore,
it’s like I die and I’m reborn, or something.” He paused, reconsidered, and
said, “No, that’s not quite it. I’m not sure exactly how to explain it —
it’s an orgasm times ten, I guess. But this time, the part before the orgasm is
where I felt so close to you.”

Kendra smiled and caressed his cheek. “Why do you think the
French call an orgasm
la petite mort
? It translates into
the little
death
, and it’s what a really good orgasm feels like. What I do for you is
better than even an exceptionally good one, so it surpasses a
petite mort
.
The next time I feel our auras joining I won’t do the orgasm part, so you can
be clear which feeling is which, okay?”

Eric looked at her a few seconds and finally said, “Okay.”

“You aren’t going to freak and need time away from me again
right after I’ve submitted to you, are you?”

“Nope, I’m going to be stuck to you like glue for days, just
to be sure you don’t get that idea. I have some eggs and bacon in the kitchen
fridge — walk upstairs with me so I can cook them. It’s time for
me
to
eat, now.”

Kendra and Eric got dressed in her room before they headed
upstairs. She sat on the island and watched him cook — he still had his
shirt off, and she loved watching his back and stomach ripple as he moved. A
few vampires came in and made small talk, but none brought up the fact she’d
submitted to him. It was the elephant in the living room, or kitchen, at the
moment, and Kendra wondered who’d finally bring it up.

It wasn’t until Eric had cooked his food and they were
sitting at the table together while he ate, that the back door flew open and in
stormed Leon. As soon as she saw him, Kendra knew this would be trouble, and she
was out of her chair and standing between Leon and Eric before the other
vampire had a chance to start spewing his venom.

“This is unacceptable. I challenge you, Kendaline.”

He wanted to use old names? She could do it, too. She opened
the mental pathways so Abbott could hear, and said, “What’s the matter
Leonisio? Is your ego wounded because you weren’t strong enough to make me
submit to you? The idea there’s a human out there I’ll submit to, when I
wouldn’t kneel to you... does it bruise your fragile little ego?” She dropped
her voice, spoke with authority. “Be careful before you issue challenge, be
sure
you want to do this. You’ve challenged me before and it did not go well for
you, Leonisio.”

“When you lie bleeding at my feet I will then drain your
human, too. Not to turn him, but to kill him. Who does he think he is, making a
Vampire grovel?”

“Careful, Leon,” she warned. “Eric works for Abbott. You
bring harm to him and Abbott will punish you for a thousand years. There are
things worse than death, and since this will be your third challenge to me in
less than a hundred years, when I win I’ll have a number of options available.
But first, let’s get the proper people here to officiate a challenge.”

Fawne spoke up behind her. “Josef and Abbott are on their
way. Gavin’s upstairs and will be down shortly to prepare the bunker for a
challenge.”

Kendra knew she was going to have to be harsh with Leon, and
she didn’t want Eric to see. “Fawne, can I get you to take Eric away from the
house until this is over, please?”

“Kendra, please don’t send me away for this.”

Eric’s voice was more demand than request, and she didn’t
take her eyes from Leon as she spoke in her head to Eric.

I’m going to have to... this is going to be more than
you’ll want to see. Because Leon has challenged me twice before, I can legally
hurt him — even come close to destroying him — without getting in
trouble. This means I kind of have to, in order to make it so no one else fucks
with me about you. I need to make an example of him to keep you safe, and it
would kill me if you were afraid of me.

Tell me what you’re going to do, let me decide if I want
to see it.

I’m going to tear him apart, literally. Arms and legs and
head and torso all in pieces. It will take him centuries to put himself back together,
and even then he’ll only manage to reconstruct himself if he’s strong enough,
and he may not be. Please, go with Fawne, don’t stay and watch. I need to be
ruthless, and I may not be able to do it efficiently if I’m worried about what
you’re thinking while I’m doing it.

Eric spoke out loud, “If you want me to love you, you can’t
pick and choose which parts of you I get to know. You were probably right to
send me away last time, but I was in bad shape to start with, and I wasn’t
prepared for the differences in our societies. Today, however, I need you to
trust me to see
all
of you — not just the civilized parts —
and still love you.”

Abbott?

I heard. Gavin will see to his safety until I arrive. Get
in the right headspace to handle Leon. We’ll take care of Eric for you.

Thanks. Can you let Eric know what you’ll expect of him?

Certainly.

She kept her eyes focused on Leon, prepared in case he
jumped her now, because she didn’t trust him to follow the rules. People moved
around her, but she focused on her adversary, his energy. She couldn’t get past
his shielding to see his thoughts, but his hatred of her was so great she could
taste the bitter, acrid, rotten stench of it on the air.