Shhhhh…..
Chapter 76
MOTHERFUCKING MINE !
~*~*~*~Alice’s POV~*~*~*~
Based on the decisions up until now I was sure that everything would work itself out.
What I did not anticipate was Peter going all dominant and his own vampire instincts kicking in as he brings the riding crop to tap Bella’s inner thigh.
My visions got erratic and nothing was happening as it had been originally.
Edward’s eyes moved to the very tip of the crop that had started to slide under the far too short skirt and I wondered what the fuck Peter was doing. I mean really, he showed him what he needed so why was he pushing his maker?
Edward is a beautiful vampire and when he gets angry, he brings sexy back as if no one ever could but fuck if he wasn’t getting even me hot!
“Don’t you dare move a fucking inch further.” Edward’s tone was low in warning.
Peter just smirked, my vision went black and I snapped out of my vision as I stood here and almost let the word “stop” roll off my lips but it was too late.
The crop slapped once against her inner left thigh of all places, right on Edward’s double fanged scar where he claimed her and turned her.
The entire building shook when the growl erupted again from Edward’s chest.
“Peter.” Was all that was heard as Charlotte whispers out a resonant warning to her mate that he was pushing a limit that scared her to death. I could feel and hear her fear.
Jasper grabbed me by the waist and yanked me back away from Edward’s trembling body.
Peter’s words would be his undoing, I was sure.
All he said was, “Isabella indicated you wanted to share her and I loved the whole idea of it, but see…if I let my submissive play then I get to play too and Bella seemed opened to the idea. Fuck Edward she smells like sweet motherfucking sex. I am dying to see just how good she really tastes…so glad you are willing to share.”
Edward is fast. Faster than any vampire alive and the room was blurred and all we could see was Peter’s head rolling across the room on the floor and hear Charlotte’s scream until the room fell into silence as Isabella and Edward had all but disappeared. We all stood there with our mouths hanging open shocked by the scene that had just happened.
S*h*h*h*h*h*…..
~*~*~*~BELLA~*~*~*~
In the past few months I have been adapting to my life as a newborn vampire. I have learned to fine-tune all these new super senses this new life and body now had the ability to do. The ability to see the slightest thing was magnified because our sight is so much keener. Our sense of smell is heightened. The speed at which we have the ability to react in the blink of the human eye is a gift we are given when we are turned into this thing that we become.
Even with the finer tuned senses I possess, I am amazed that even a vampire whose speed is unparallel to any other Vampire I have witnessed, is astounding. For Edward to be able to move so fast that all I see is a blur, makes me nearly dizzy.
I admit that when he came into the room, I knew he would react. I didn’t expect to see a vampire I could barely recognize, who not only grabbed and held my full attention, he aroused me because of the beauty of all that fury that emanated off of him just sang to me.
It was and wasn’t Edward that shoved the door across the room and glared down at Peter and as I sat here in front of him, I had nothing but high hopes that our actions would show him what he had failed to see.
I felt the crop sting my inner thigh and with Edward standing there in all his beautiful possessive anger did me in.
His actions got me so wet, that there was nothing I could say in my defense. I was sure that Edward believed that my aroused state was over what Peter was doing but I had not even been given the chance to explain as I was already out of the room.
The moment I heard Charlotte yell, Peter’s head rolled across the floor and my body was dangling over his shoulder as he flew with me out of the room to the main room on the second floor. He hit a switch that opened a wall and walked into a completely dark room but my vision didn’t hinder what I saw all around me.
Holy shit!
Edward’s new playroom.
This was the first time I have seen it.
In seconds, I was shackled to what had to be a custom built chair that was set in the center of the room.
I recognized the familiar cuffs that he had me put on the first time we spent in his playroom on the ranch. He had me sit on him while he slid them on gently and they reminded me so much of my humanity.
I felt comfortable with these on.
He walked around standing over me and looked down at me as he slowly yanked the tie that was around his neck pulling it out of the knot and left it hanging as he yanked out his dress shirt from being tucked inside of his pants he began the slow process of unbuttoning his shirt.
I watched him take as much time as he felt he needed. I assumed it was to calm down but his gaze at me never allowing his eyes to look anywhere but at me, left me feeling like a little mouse in a cage with the worlds most dangerous snake.
He didn’t say a word as he slipped the shirt off his shoulders, folded it neatly into a perfect square and dropped it to the floor and kicked it with his foot as it glided across the hardwood floor easily and continued to stare down at me.
My eyes went right to the one place it shouldn’t have, and I betrayed my rule to keep my eyes on him when I couldn’t help but let them wander down scanning and taking in his defined chest muscles as they twitch, my eyes then moved slowly up to take notice of his tense jaw.
When my eyes finally made my way back up to meet with his, I was already soaking wet between my legs and my entire body was flooded with want and need for him.
The anger I had for him had somehow managed to of dissipated as I took in the beauty that is Edward shirtless with a black skinny tie dangling around his neck.
His half smirk was my cue. He is angry but not murderously so.
His voice was chocolate, velvet, sweet like sugar, sarcastic like a smart ass, deep but dripped of sex and sin all rolled into one.
“I think you misunderstood my intentions little girl. You see…I didn’t want another submissive to play with. You are all that I want Isabella. Only you…and what I do for you is always and only for you. You are the most important thing in my world and I wanted to make my girl happy. I wanted to watch another girl pleasure my Angel because I felt as though she may like to have a soft curvy girl pleasure her the way another girl only can.”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Guess I was wrong.” he stood up again.
My mouth fell open and I was about to say something but nothing would come out.
He was serious when he said she was for me. Not for him. I was stumped as to how to respond to this little revelation.
He pulls the tie off his neck and his hand reaches out as he extends his finger and drops it down under to lift my chin so that I can look no where else but directly into those darker green eyes that threaten with that swirling black seeping up through the iris.
“It doesn’t matter anyway now though…because I will be the only one that pleasures you from now on. I hope your ready Isabella. It is going to be one very long weekend.” He whispers in my ear as he bends over, running the tip of his nose along my throat but before he pulls away his tongue does a quick swipe over his double fanged scar on my throat.
“I am going to do some very naughty things to you Angel.” He bites my earlobe playfully and my body shudders.
When he stands back up and my eyes meet his, the most devilish crooked grin graces his lips as I stare into the now darker eyes of his beast.
“All right princess…ready to get fucked like a whore?”
I take a deep breath when those words spill from his lips, because I know. I know that I am in for the fucking of a lifetime. His mood is strange. He is calm but I can feel the anger boiling under the surface, waiting to come out. I know though…he won’t hurt me. He would never hurt me like that.
I chew nervously on the inside of my cheek.
And so it began.
S*h*h*h*h*h…..
We have not left the club’s playroom for three days. I have been chained up, tied up, tied down, held down by his strength, tethered, you name it and I have endured it…in this room for three days.
I suck in a deep breath and start to plead.
Plead for any sort of release I can convince him to give me, but has yet to provide me in the last six hours of his teasing.
Prior to this, though I pleasured him often, following every command, not because he forced me to do it, I wanted to. I wanted to please him the only way I knew how. I taunted and teased him too. Played the innocent victim that he claims I should have won a damn Oscar for my performance.
This was hands down the best time we have ever had in the playroom and not that the other times weren’t fun…this time though, it was downright dirty, naughty, wet, panting, feral, uninhibited sex and fucking. The lust that exuded from this room would have suffocated anyone else should they dare enter.
I imagined if someone did dare enter…the beast would have become a possessive feral uncontrollable soul that would only settle on spilling blood over anyone that dared to enter this world he had created around us.
I lay here dripping wet between my legs as he has covered my bare pussy and ass in lube, not that I needed any lubrication…as he so eloquently put it… “I want to pound on that sweet swollen wet and needy pussy of yours faster than the speed of fucking light.”
Holy shit that’s fucking fast and my mind visualized his hips pumping and grinding blurred out by the speed at which only Edward could hit. I moaned imagining the friction it would create, the rotation he does with his hips when he buries it all the way in and right before he pulls it back out, his cock touching every accessible part inside of me.
“What’s wrong Angel. I hear you whimper and damn baby that is the fucking sweetest sound ever…whimper for me some more and just maybe this time I will let that sweet pussy cream for me…or maybe I will just cream all over it.” He breathes heavy against my cold bare flesh behind my ear as his fingers brush across my swollen sensitive nipple.
The memory of where he started this little game of to tease me or to please me replays over and over in my mind. I think it is what keeps contributing to my aroused state of mind…He is driving me mad and fuck…the moment Edward removed his shirt that first night, he pulled up a chair and sat in front of me as he straddled it crossing his arms over the back of it. He just sat there and cocked his head to the side his eyes slowly wander down my neck and he growls out a deep rumble in his chest.
“You are far to overdressed for my liking.” He eyes me up but doesn’t make a move towards me. I shift and suck in a deep breath of air.
“So little girl, care to explain what all that was back there?” He nods towards the door with his head and clasps his hands together hanging them over the back of the chair straddled over it.
“It was a bad idea.” I mumble and am reminded that Peter lost his head.
I whisper ask, “Is Peter all right?”
He tilts his head to the side and looks off wistfully, not looking at me and I can tell he is doing this for my benefit to make it appear as though he is trying to hear someone or something. He can hear them perfectly fine.
“Peter is uh fine…let’s just say lost his head for a moment. Not that it wasn’t very much deserved. He knew he was pushing limits. So, I will ask again Isabella, “What. The. Fuck. Was. That. Back. There? ” he growls enunciating each word and he threw a fuck in there to emphasize his being irritated with it.
I narrow my eyes at him because I don’t find this funny even though the first part he smirked when he spoke of Peter’s fate. I am angry at him and I want him. How is that possible? How can a man be so desirable that all real reason and thought go out the window where he is concerned?
“Isabella.” His voice is stern as he reminds me he is waiting and I am misbehaving.
“Yes Master?” I feign my role.
His eyes start to shine with a hint of amusement.
“When was the last time I beat that sweet ass of yours? It seems that it needs to be reminded of exactly whose playroom this is.” He licks his lips and drums his fingers on his arm waiting for an answer.
“A week ago Master.” I smirk but make it a point to be a little snarky about it.
“What am I going to do with you?” He growls standing up slowly. The chair is shoved with barely a push but glides across the floor and hits the wall with a loud thud. There are several marks in the wall that is now dented.
“Whatever you wish Master.” And I have lost total control of my smartassed mouth.
Am I doing this on purpose again? I must be.
That devilish smile graces his lips.
“Yes. Whatever. I. Wish.” He walks around. He slowly reaches out to trace my jaw with his index finger. His voice is seductive and low as he speaks slowly emphasizing each word.
“I wish to do lots of things with you Angel. Tie you up, gag you, blindfold you, tease, and taunt you. Oh, the things I want to do to that sweet needy little pussy fill my head everyday. Some days it is all I think about, imagine, dream of. Then others it just keeps flashing in my head, out of nowhere sneaking into my thoughts. My mind plots and plans scenes that I could do for days with you, bound, needy and wet for me.”
Suddenly he has my hair fisted in his hand and he tugs slightly pulling it back to force me to look up and meet his eyes. He lowers his face to press his lips right up to mine but stays back just enough to breath the next words into my mouth. “Rest assured you bad, bad, bad little girl that this big bad vampire is going to punish you, tease you, tempt you, and then I am going to start all over again…maybe you get relief…maybe you won’t. It all depends on my mood. Right now though…my mood is teetering on a tightrope. I want to spread you out and slap that pussy for even allowing Peter near it with a crop. He smacked my fucking mark Isabella. MY FUCKING MARK!” He roared anger flooding his body in full force. The chains dangling from the ceiling fucking jingled from the vibration of his voice in the confined room.
His fangs are present and dripping. “You are MOTHERFUCKING MINE and I swear to God you will know it by the time you are carried out of this room!”
“Carried?” I whisper…my brow furrows…not understanding.
He smirks.
“You don’t seriously think you will be able to walk by the time I have played with, teased, smacked, whipped, teased some more, and fucked your sweet pussy and that tight little ass of yours over and over, by the time this weekend is over now do you?”
I whimpered.
His smirk only grew.
“I really like that sound. You better make that sound a lot for your Master.” He pulls back and walks behind me.
His lips are right there against my ear. “You just got a little wetter…and I just grew fucking harder. Relax little girl…I think you wanna play with me as much as I wanna play with you.”
He unfastened the cuffs to my hands and thighs and he took my hand and led me over to the cross against the wall, refastening me to it now.
His nose started a trail brushing down behind my ear and along my throat. He stopped and inhaled his scar and moved down to rest his chin on my cleavage looking up at me. The evil little glint in his eye was obvious.
His fang hooked the first hook of the front of my bustier and with a slight tug I could hear the slow tearing of material.
This repeated with each fastener. His eyes never left mine and he moaned and hummed as he unhooked or tore each one, slower than humanly possible.
Tease.
“It is only the beginning little girl…just you wait.”
Fuck he is clearly in my head now.
He continued his way down until he hit the last fastener. His eyes burning up into mine with a hint of that little glint that he can get in them. Then he has to fight off the smug little expression I was sure he was trying to hide.
His hand came up and he grips the edge of both sides and peels it back slowly as it falls away baring my chest to him. His eyes fall down to his mark.
His breathing picks up and he looks back up at me. His tongue drops out and the very tip of it swirls over his scar on my breast.
“I own this.” He growls, moving down to my right nipple now. He nips at it.
“And this.” He snarls but continues on to my other breast swirling his tongue around the tip of it, sucking it in hard. “And this.” He lets it pop out of his mouth. His hands let my corset drop down behind me and he brings them back up placing them both mid thigh just below my skirt. His kisses travel all over my bare stomach and his fingers push the hem of my skirt up as his hands glide up my thighs.
“And you know damn fucking well…that I own and will forever be possessive of this.” His hand reaches up and cups my pussy sliding in my panties and rubbing my clit hard.
He groans and his eyes roll back in his head as he whispers out a breathy, “Fuccccckkkk always so fucking wet and ready aren’t you?”
I shift a little and his other hand comes up and yanks the skirt away tearing it down the front and he tosses it away.
“I own every part of your mind, your body and I took that sweet soul of yours. I have changed my mind Isabella. I share you with no one. No one pleases this but me.” He growls deeply. His hand grips my pussy harder to emphasize his words and what he is telling me.
I damn near feel my knees buckle staring up at him. My mouth hangs open and I catch my breath.
“Say it Isabella. Tell your Master what he needs to hear.” He states his hands now gripping my waist digging into my stone hard flesh waiting.
“Yours…Motherfucking yours.” I don’t take my eyes off him but I see the light in them brighten and he almost looks triumphant.
“Motherfucking mine.” He pulls his lips back, hisses, his fangs lock into place and his eyes turn black instantly, his hand slowly slides under my hair, behind my head and he yanks my neck forward sinking his fangs into my scar.
I hiss and claw at him when the sting and the burn is building as my body absorbs the venom of his bite. The heat of his venom radiates slowly from the bite down my throat, shoulder, and through my chest. He pumps venom in, flooding my system more than he ever has. Edward's venom burns and arouses me, as he continues to pumps even more of it into my throat. He is flooding me with his scent, the very essence of who he is…my own body grows so incredibly aroused so quickly and I forget the burn feeling lightheaded when he draws out my own blood and venom from my system drinking me in to sate his own feral thirst.
He pulls back and growls with his nose nestled up against my throat his words are so erotic and sexy.
“Fucking feed me…I will never have enough Bella...never enough…you make me so God damn thirsty for more…more.” He growls and bites me again sucking deeper. His hand comes around gripping me and pulling me towards him even though I am still bound to the cross.
“Need to bury myself in you…NOW!” He growls and roars throwing his head back he pulls away gasping for air, blood and venom drip from his lower lip. I want to lick it off.
His fingers claw at the thigh cuffs releasing and tearing the leather that holds my legs to it, venom drips from his lips even more as it flows faster now, his eyes are focused on the very center of me as he grips my hips tearing his pants and releasing his cock. The wet tip brushes against my panties and his fingers claw at those too before the last string slides down my one leg while he positions himself right there. He brushes it up and down my slit spreading his venom laced come, soaking me further.
“Look at you…look at you my little fallen Angel tell your Master what you need.” His eyes are all over the place.
I lift my lower half once he has the cuffs on my thighs removed and I snake my long legs around his hips.
“Your arms stay bound up where they are. An innocent little Angel tied to a fucking cross begging to get fucked by a big bad vampire. There is nothing that could condemn me to hell more than this and you know what Isabella?”
I am out of breath overwhelmed by him.
“Demons can love too Angel. I am going to love on you like you have never been loved on before…I plan on fucking you on every surface in this room dressed all up in white and you are going to plead. Plead to get fucked like the dirty nasty little girl that you are…so starting right now…show me the reason you belong to me. Let go and tell me what it is your innocent sweet little ass wants more than anything else.”
I gasp and stare into the eyes of the sexiest man I have ever seen.
“Fuck me like a whore.” I demand gritting my teeth overcome by his words. “I am yours please Master fuck me…fuck me hard and fast the way you know I like it!”
I swear I am possessed.
He slams up into me roaring at the top of his lungs. I hear the wood crack on some part of the cross but I don’t care. I tighten my legs around him and lock my feet together holding onto him.
“That’s it you wet little bitch…drippin all over my fucking cock, wiggling those hips. Whimpering for it harder. So fucking sweet.” He thrusts up into me, my arms strain against the cuffs.
“Don’t you dare break those. Take me like this…all of me!” he grunts speeding up as his hips circle and drive up into me. I cry out, “Yes! So good…” I am so close to coming and then he shocks me when he pulls out of me and holds his cock pulling back, my legs can’t hold him to me somewhat weakened by my almost climax. I cry out against the move… “No…fuck no please.”
“Watch!” he hisses and he strokes his cock three times and comes all over my pussy and stomach. He moves with speed and drops to his knees throwing my legs over his shoulder his fingers sink into my pussy and he growls sinking his fangs into my inner thigh again to feed his hungry thirst. He growls while he drinks, I cry out in pain but it is borderline pleasure. His fingers grazing my clit exposing it as he pulls the flesh back.
His eyes look up at me takes his last withdrawl before he wraps his lips around the hard nub of my clit and he sucks fucking hard tugging my piercing. I cry out right there ready to violently come.
“No.” he commands dropping me completely and I cry out an exaggerated whimper.
“Fuck!” I hiss.
The whoosh of his hand and the connection he makes against my swollen wet flesh has me shuddering.
I suck in a breath and he glares at me. “Only when I say ‘come for me you little slut’ then it is okay for you to let go…and by the way princess…my cock is hard again…what do you say we flip you around and I bite your ass cheek before I fuck your tight ass? You wanna come baby? Maybe if you wiggle it in front of me and make damn sure you are fucking wet and I might let you come.” He pulls me off the cross yanking the cuffs from my wrists moving me over to the intimidator.
I stiffen slightly and he growls. “What the fuck are you doing?” he demands.
“Nothing.” I try to act unaffected.
“I can hear you silly little girl. You know you deserved to be punished a thousand times for letting another vampire tie you up spread open to him.” His growl deepens.
“But that isn’t why I have you here.” He states wrapping chain around my wrists three times as he is tethering my arms to the top of the table and he pushes me forward lifting and sliding my lower half over the hump that force my hips up in the air. Another chain is flung around my midsection and locked under the table.
“So fucking hot with chains holding my little vixen down, plus it gives me great leverage to pound into you.”
My feet are fastened down over the edges of the foot of the table as metal cuffs wrap around each one and the chain links give me no play at all. He flips like a fucking gymnast to land and stand over me as I look back over my shoulder and up at him. His feet, now flat on the table, on each side of my hips. He looks down at me and gives me the most devilish smile before his eyes roam and he steps back a few steps. I watch him fascinated by his actions, he then opens his mouth as he bends over slightly to reach out grip my ass cheeks in each hand slowly spreading me open.
Venom drips from his lips, then pours slowly down to the crack of my ass.
His eyes gleam in the faint light of the room. His green eyes swirl with excitement blending and mixing the black as it takes over.
“So fucking sexy.” His finger slides up the crack and he wipes it around, then he moves to the armoire. I glance over to see him fumbling through the drawers, and before I know it, he is back in a flash. Then before my eyes register what he even has in those hands, I am biting on a ball gag when it is flung around and cinched up from behind my head. My fangs lock into it. He pulls my hair out from under the straps and lets it fall on my shoulders.
My instincts kick in and I want out of it. I don’t know why…I feel so out of control. Defenseless. I take a deep breath and try to swallow the venom that pools in my mouth.
He leans over and whispers from behind me now, “Let’s see how long you can keep quiet Bella…can you do that baby…be very quiet…not a sound.” His voice is low and quiet.
“Shhhhh….” He whispers and I feel him pressing something hard and cold from behind, spreading my ass open. The tightness of my ass is being stretched and I cannot stop it as the gasp escapes past my gagged lips, his reaction is instant and I feel a familiar snap and recognize the scent, sound and feel of his hard leather paddle the moment it connects biting into the fleshy part of my ass. I suck in a deep breath and slowly the plug sinks into me even further.
The burn of my ass feels hot and I am sure it is being stretched to the max like never before.
“No Angel…I am so much bigger…I assure you, it’s just been a while and being the perverted fucking vampire that I am…I do that shit on purpose, that way when I am ready to fuck you again there…you are tight like the first time.”
I feel the tug of it as he slowly and gently pulls it back out.
He groans out a long breathy, “So fucking sweeeeeeeet.”
“Mmmph.” I groan into the gag when it is pushed back in.
A loud smack echoes off the walls of this room and the sting of my ass builds when I tighten around the plug out of reflex from being hit with his paddle.
“You are disappointing me little girl. Maybe a time out is in order. Be good. I will be back.”
Then just like that, he leaves me alone. Venom drips down my chin pooling on the floor. I wiggle against the plug, try to breathe slowly, and decide to forgo breathing all together. I hear him a short time later and it’s the sound of his bare feet padding across the floor.
They come into view and I lift my head.
“How is my naughty little girl? Is she going to behave and please me?”
I nod in reply, I want nothing more than to please him.
“Good girl.” He unfastens the gag and grips my hair, “Prepare my cock for your ass Isabella. You know what I expect, make it as hard as you possibly can and it better be saturated in your venom.”
He teases my lips with his cock. “Tongue out and lick up the wetness.”
I moan on his cock as he pushes it to the back of my throat.
“That’s it Angel…take it all the way…" my mouth moves over him sucking and licking along the length of him. I love the way he tastes.
He groans out a deep shuddering breath, muttering...“So tempted to come…fuck it Angel swallow what I allow you all the way fucking down!” He pushes back in and out until he stills and each pulse he sends down my throat coats my tonsils.
“Not close to done.” he is panting heavily and pulsing still deeply buried down my throat. He growls shooting even more and I swallow in big gulps so as not to spill a drop and disappoint him.
I have gotten good at sucking him without incident. There are times when I am voracious for him.
“Fucking perfect!” He hisses and leans down to kiss me purring against my lips, his eyes gazing into mine.
I would swear that I can see a hint of love for me deep in those dark devious eyes, but his thrumming sound of contentment soothes me.
“Such a good little slut.” He moves around to position himself behind me. His tongue slides along my spine and I can feel him rub his cock against my puckered entrance the moment he pulls the plug out, tossing it aside.
“Fuck that is niceeeeee. Opened up for it baby, but still oh so fucking tight aren't you?” he reaches around and wraps his fingers around my throat while his razor sharp fangs graze over my ear slicing into my hard skin. He laps at the blood and venom that trickles out.
“Master.” I breathe knowing he is right there resting against my now, looser rim.
“You know what I wanna hear Angel. Don’t make me ask.” He demands.
“Please Master.”
The tip of his cock sinks in stretching the rim of my ass more, then his hand connects with my cheek and I reflexively tighten around him sucking the head of his cock in unintentionally. My body quivers and I breathe out of my mouth blowing air past a lock of my long hair.
“Fucking Christ!!” he groans and I try to speak but I am a mindless lump of goo as he slides in slow and steady while I suck in a calming breath. His girth is wider than the plug and I don’t know if that is good or bad all I know is that he is pushing into me and that I am tight. I try to relax but it takes time getting used to him.
“Unff…” is all I can get out before he pulls back and starts to push forward with more pressure.
“I can’t hear you.” He growls and the smack he delivers to my other cheek, causes me to clench all around him again.
“Fucking Christ Isabella are you doing this on purpose?” he demands.
I cry out and push back against him feeling him sink into me all the fucking way just wanting to get him inside and I cry out, “Just fucking fuck me!”
“Oh yeah?” He pulls out abruptly and spreads my ass cheeks drools venom into it and slides back in sinking deeply into my ass to come and rest his hips flush with my ass cheeks.
"Oh God." I gasp. "Master..."
His hand wraps around my throat and he nestles into me.
"Need a distraction?" he murmurs asking me quietly. I turn my head and look back and up at him.
"Kiss me."
"You want my lips?"
"Always."
He licks his lips and moves to press his lips to mine. His tongue traces the outline of my lips and pushes gently in. I wrap my lips around his fang and suck his venom in. He groans out.
I don't even notice that he has backed out of me almost all the way and coos into my mouth, "Slow till you get used to me." I hum in his mouth and wiggle as he pushes forward.
"Mmm....more." I ask because it is pain wracked with pleasure and I can't go slow right now.
"Look at you all needy with my cock buried up your sweet tight little ass. I can feel you relax baby you are ready for me huh?"
I nip at his lip and suck on the bottom one moaning out like a whore.
Something in me snaps and I hiss as venom floods my mouth.
"Fuck me! You say I am yours? Fucking show me!" I hiss out tempting him. His eyes dilate and his chest vibrates deep and swells as he flexes his biceps.
"Don't fucking taunt me you little slut."
"Don't fucking tease an Angel you haven't claimed."
"The fuck?" He growls into the back of my hair.
"Little bitch wanna get fucked hard?" He is grinding his teeth.
"You gonna prove how big and bad you are?"
He roars throwing his head back howling and his fingers dig into my hips. I was sure if I could bruise he would have done so.
"You like it rough don't you?" He pulls almost all the way out and slams into me. I gasp.
"What's wrong Angel...you feel my cock in your god damn throat now?" He sneers.
"Not even close I hiss."
His growl vibrates against my back and he yanks me out of my bindings, bending steel links that give away. He is snarling and hissing as he picks me up still impaled on him and the breeze of his movement's still when he has me flipped over hovering over me.
His eyes are burning with anger. "You are going to regret this little girl."
© Robshandmonkey~
Okay…seven thousand words is a lot of fucking sexin and although this isn’t over because we haven’t gotten past Friday…we got two more days of playtime for our vamps…I cut it in half….so here ya go…for those needy little hOOr’s like me….
*snickers*
Forgive the grammar and all of that…I am just anxious to get this out there….
Enjoy…
