A Night in the Vampire's Embrace (Paranormal BDSM) (5 page)

He clambered back up and gazed down at me. Without thinking, I spread my legs farther apart. “Missonary,” he said, “I like it.” He obviously enjoyed the irony as he lowered himself down and slipped between my lips. I felt him fill me up, and my eyes clutched shut once again as I tried to breathe through this new sensation.

For once, he showed a tiny bit of compassion and allowed me the moments necessary to assimilate the sensations. “Thank me,” he ordered, his features bright with power.

I opened my mouth, ready to defy him until I remembered that he could stop. Worse, he could continue to tease me. He play with me and make me squirm, whether he used his tongue or fingers or anything else. He could play with my buttons until I begged. To avoid all that, I yielded once more.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re learning,” he said and started to move.

I didn’t get the chance to regret my decision or the ease with which he tamed me. He pressed down, shifting more of his weight to his hips. His cock worked deeper down into me, and I puffed with the onslaught of feeling. Warmth and coolness battled throughout my core as Raymond slid back.

He kept his eyes on me as he started to speed up. I worked my body in tandem with his, enjoying the rhythm we had stumbled upon without speaking another word. He sped up a little more and so did I. We bucked our hips as the orgasms swirled through me, ready to explode again.

Before long, my heart raged in my chest, and I gave up on any kind of normal respiration. My skin damped with persperation, not that Raymond noticed. If he did, he liked it because his expression turned ferocious as his nostrils flared. He could smell me and my excitement.

He plowed deeper, exploring me in the most intimate ways possible. He worked me harder until my back arched.

When his voice altered, I managed a little bit of cognition, just enough to watch his lips move. His lips repeated the words to a spell. The opening incantation complete, he leaned down and kissed me again even as he pumped his cock, back and forth, back and forth. His rhythm had turned focused and precise. In spite of his primal instincts, this man had a mission.

He kissed me hard, and I could taste my own excitement on his mouth. That didn’t deter me from kissing back. His teeth grazed me, though not enough to draw blood. The tingles of pain swirled together with the wide brushstrokes of ecstasy as he continued to work me, to play with me, to possess and dominate me.

He lifted his mouth again and called out another word.

The heat of magic spread through my skin, though I barely noticed it. Even the universe’s most arcane mysteries held little power compared to the gnawing want that lurked deep within me.

In that state of mind, I couldn’t tell if his spell worked, and I didn’t care.

The tempo changed again, shifting to a new speed, something more dangerous and more intense. I gasped out, my voice little more than frantic whispers because my body no longer contained the oxygen needed to truly scream out.

He worked harder, pounding me with his hips and his cock. He filled me up, each motion and ounce of friction another injection of pleasure. I wanted to come. I wanted to feel the click of orgasm so badly. I was close, close, so very close.

He started to come, his cock pulsating. My orgasm exploded, and I clenched down, every joint and muscle throughout my physical body tightening up. Somehow, I managed to scream this time. I didn’t know where the air came from, but it happened anyway. I screamed his name, and I promised myself to this man, this vampire who had kidnapped and tamed me.

Raymond withdrew, and I expected him to leave or tell me to get out. If I had been completely idiotic, then maybe he would kill me because he was a vampire. Instead, he took his same position beside me and pulled me close.

“Your friends’ spell failed.”

“Yeah,” I exhaled, pulling myself closer, as close as I could possibly get to him. I didn’t know how long this would last, and all of a sudden, I craved his touch and compassion almost as much as I had longed for his manhood only moments ago.

“They might try again,” he said.

“Yeah,” I said, opening my eyes to peek up at him. He was smiling at me.

“I’m going to keep you around. You know, in case they try again.”

“Okay,” I said uncertainly.

He strained his neck to whisper in my ears, “I guess we’ll just have to keep practicing in the meantime.”

I nodded eagerly, not at all ashamed of what this dark creature had done to me. He owned me now because I surrendered totally.

The End