Riding the Storm (16 page)

He thought about it a minute and said, “If I tell you to
give me the second bite and end it, you must do so immediately. You can bite me
whenever you want to end things, unless I tell you to do it sooner, and then
you
must
do it as soon as I tell you.”

She smiled. “Agreed.”

She leaned forward, pulled his head towards her, and brought
her lips to his. He let her control the kiss a few seconds, and her stomach
somersaulted as he grasped her head and took control, angling her head the way
he wanted.

Several minutes later, he allowed her to push him backwards,
her body over his as she kissed
him
until his heart raced.

This was two Doms kissing, letting the other take the lead
occasionally, but neither submitting so much as taking turns being the aggressor.

Or, sometimes, both being the aggressor at the same time.

She pulled his shirt off, and he unbuttoned her blouse from
the top to the bottom as she unbuckled his belt.

He took her blouse off, she removed his pants — both
maneuvering around each other in a well-choreographed dance. Kendra felt so
close to him, so in tune, there was nothing awkward as they kissed, touched,
fondled, and removed clothing.

Eric pulled her pants and underwear off and climbed on top
of her to once again take control, and she flipped him over and started kissing
her way down his body until she reached his cock, standing tall and proud, and
she licked, nibbled, and teased until his arousal smelled so strong she was
literally salivating.

She gave his balls some attention on the way to his femoral
artery, and licked and nibbled the spot she was about to sink her teeth into
until he had a good dose of adrenaline, and then, without warning, she bit.

Kendra was tempted to let him feel a few seconds of pain
this time, but wanted to be sure he associated her bite with pleasure and
excitement, so she numbed it first thing, took a drink, and then put in the
necessary ingredients to bind him to her.

She felt the metaphysical snap as the connection was made,
and then drank deeply before finally putting the ingredients in to give him a
raging hard on. She drank just a little more, and then added another dose to
give him even more of a raging hard-on, because she wanted him to be so hard it
hurt
.

Okay, so perhaps she was being a
touch
sadistic. His
moan went straight to her clit, though, and she couldn’t wait to see what he
did when this aroused.

She slowly pulled her fangs out and licked the bite wound to
be sure it healed. As she lifted above him she was almost lightheaded from the
buzz of his adrenaline and arousal soaking into every cell of her body.

He propped on one elbow so his ab muscles were even more
defined, and said, “God, Kendra, I’ve never been so hard in my life. I hope to
hell you’re wet because I don’t think I can wait to get inside you.”

When she’d put the hard-on cocktail into his blood, her body
had automatically prepared itself for sex, but she’d explain that to him later.
Now, she rolled onto her back and said, “I’m ready for you Eric, no foreplay
necessary.”

He rolled on top of her, centered himself between her
thighs, and she wrapped her legs around his waist as he drove straight into
her, all at once without giving her time to get used to his size, but she
didn’t want him to be gentle. His huge cock pounded her like a madman as he
took her word she was ready.

Kendra had pushed him to this, and she loved his reaction,
his ferocity, his raw, animal lust. She wasn’t sure how long she could last
before biting him to end it, but she enjoyed the pain and pleasure as he pistoned
in and out of her with no mercy, his head up and his eyes closed, savage
ecstasy written across his face. He changed his angle every so often, and she
wasn’t sure if it was to use different leg and back muscles, or if he was doing
it to give her a different angle, but either way his timing was perfect because
just as the pain grew almost too intense, he’d change angles and it would be
bliss all over again. Kendra lost track of how many times she found release,
some were rolling orgasms while others spasmed through her body like an
earthquake until she thought she might come apart. After probably thirty
minutes he said, “Kendra—” but she interrupted him with, “Let me get on
top for a while.”

She hoped he was just tired, and if she offered to do the work
he wouldn’t want her to do the final bite just yet.

Eric flipped them over, and Kendra arched her back and rode
him until she felt another orgasm coming on. Without warning, she zeroed in on
his neck and bit him with only a little of the numbing agent, as she wanted to
give him an edge of pain. She injected the orgasm cocktail with more of the
bliss element, gave it a second to travel beyond the bite mark, took a few delectable,
mouthwatering, luscious sips, and then injected the numbing agent as she removed
her fangs, and finally allowed herself to come with him.

Eric jerked and shuddered beneath her, and Kendra’s orgasm
held her in the grips of euphoria as she fell to his chest and Eric’s arms
wrapped around her. He held her through the ferocity of their releases, and
when both were finally lying quietly, Kendra licked the bite marks before
collapsing on top of him.

Long moments passed before she asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m not sure. I’m positive I couldn’t stand right now even
if my life depended on it, though.”

Kendra kissed his cheek, sat up, and pulled off him,
groaning as he slid out of her. She went to the bathroom and looked for the
towels, but couldn’t find them right away so she pulled the hand towel down and
wet part of it. She cleaned herself, and then went to him and cleaned him
before lying beside him once again.

Your heart rate is smoothing out now, and you smell of
contentment. I think you’re going to live.

His eyes grew big, and he took several seconds before
tentatively trying to talk to her in the same manner.
Wow, it worked. I can
hear you in my head.

Yes, it worked. Are you freaked out enough you need space
again, or do you feel closer to me?

I think the fact that you told me about it, asked my
permission first… I feel closer to you. I mean, the things you can do are scary,
but you’ve never done anything without telling me first, without me saying it’s
okay. So, I’m not freaked. Much, anyway.

Where do we stand with each other? Are we going to
continue as we have, with the occasional date, but not exclusive?

I’ve thought about it a great deal.
He shifted his
body ever so slightly, so they were more face to face instead of side to side.
“I need to do this part out loud, just to make sure we get it right, okay?”

“Of course.”

“I’m ready to commit to a relationship with you, if you’ll
have me. I realize what I’ll lose, but I’m also aware of what I’ll be gaining,
and I think you’re worth it. We’ll have to figure out the whole power exchange
thing at some point, and I hope you’ll trust me enough to submit to me again
eventually, but I won’t push for it to happen anytime soon, as I know I need to
win your trust back. If you need me to submit to you first, I will, though we
need to talk about some of my hard limits.” He paused, kissed her cheek, caressed
his way down the side of her face with the backs of his fingers. “I want to be
clear — I don’t see us as a switch relationship, I intend for the vast
majority of our power exchange to eventually be you submitting to me. However,
until we get there,” he gave her a lopsided smile, “we seemed to do a good job
of vanilla sex tonight.”

He thought it was vanilla? Should she set him straight, or
make things clear? She sighed inwardly as she realized she couldn’t keep quiet
if she wanted to be able to keep saying she’d always been honest with him.

“Eric, that wasn’t vanilla, it was me in control of when and
whether you got to orgasm unless you safeworded. I mean, your safeword was just
telling me you were done, but it worked the same. As much as I’d like to let
you stay convinced it was vanilla, I can’t. You need to see it for what it
was.”

His eyes narrowed as she smelled a hint of anger and fear,
but she stayed silent and gave him time to work through it in his head.

“
Damn
. You’re right. It wasn’t a formal power
exchange, but you were definitely in control and I had to trust you’d respect
my wishes.” His eyes went dark as he added, “The second bite on my neck hurt
this time when it hasn’t for more than a split second in the past. Did you do
that on purpose?”

“Yes. I wanted you to have just the smallest edge of pain
with your orgasm, so I didn’t numb it all the way.”

Kendra could’ve jumped for joy when she smelled arousal
— the idea she’d wanted him to hurt a little at the end excited him. She
wondered if he’d admit to it, and said, “Eric, that turned you on — the
idea I gave you a little pain at the end on purpose. You were aroused by it.”

She could see him bristling, and he sounded more than
defensive as he said, “You said you wouldn’t poke into my head!”

“I didn’t. Did you feel me in your head?”

He gave an irritated sigh and asked, “Then how did you know
I was aroused?”

“I can smell the chemical changes in your body. Fear has a
smell, anger has a smell, arousal has a smell.”

“Now see,” he said, clearly unhappy, “this part has the
ability to freak me out. I’m having a hard time with the idea I can’t hide
these kinds of things from you — that you’ll know what I’m feeling
whether I want you to or not.”

She softened her voice, not wanting to sound defensive. “And
I’m being as honest with you as I can, so I don’t hide anything from you. I
could give you the illusion of privacy, but if we’re to have a relationship, we
have to be honest about everything, Eric.”

He closed his eyes a few seconds, and opened them to say,
“Just because the idea of it turned me on, doesn’t mean I want to submit to
you, or to let you hurt me.”

“I understood why you hurt me as much as you did when I
submitted to you,” she told him, her voice soft. “You needed to establish
yourself as Master, and I get that. Once you warmed me up I enjoyed the pain,
needed
it, almost. However, while I enjoy dispensing pain, it isn’t necessary for me
to do so in order to establish dominance. If you prefer, then during our first
session with you submitting, I can spend less than five minutes of an hour
dispensing outright pain and still leave no question of who was in control when
the session is over. Unless, of course, you give me reason to need to punish
you, and then there’ll be more. My point, though, is that long periods of
impact play aren’t necessary for me to establish dominance. So, if that’s what
has you worried, you needn’t be.”

“It sounds like we need to talk it over and then let you Top
me and get it over with, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, I think so.”

He closed his eyes for a count of five, and opened them to
say. “Okay, the usual hard limits of asphyxiation, scat, watersports —
you get the idea. I guess blood can’t be a hard limit since you may bite me,
but no cutting for the sake of cutting. Also, I don’t want any CBT, or anything
anal.”

“Sorry, the anal thing is kind of a requirement. I won’t
hurt you there, but I do intend to make use of your ass.”

“Yeah. I don’t let others dictate that, either, but you
can’t blame me for trying.” He shrugged, his scent resigned but accepting as he
said, “Okay, but no anal pain.”

“There’ll be discomfort, and maybe small amounts of pain,
but nothing major. As for the CBT, I won’t do anything extreme, but I
will
pay attention to your cock and balls, and some of it will hurt.”

“Leave my balls alone.
Completely
alone. We can
negotiate the stuff you want to do with my cock, but not my balls.”

His scent told her this wasn’t negotiable, but she said,
“I’ll want to put you in a harness so you’ll have a hard time coming until I
take it off. I also have a restraint device that’ll keep you bent over at the
waist — it uses your balls to hold you in place, but won’t hurt unless
you try to stand up. Those are the only things I can think of that might
involve your nuts.”

“I think I can live with that for my balls, what do you have
in mind for my cock?”

She shrugged. “Clothespins, some light flogging, I’ll have
to see how you react to medical sounds and other types of inserts. If you
respond positively then they’ll be part of play, negatively and they’ll be part
of punishment, but I enjoy that kind of thing so you can be sure I’ll fit it
into our play in one way or another.” She inhaled with a smile. “I can tell
you’re both aroused and a little afraid of those things. I also sense some
adrenaline. I think we’ll be fine, Eric.” She was quiet a second, taking in the
speed and rhythm of his heart. Happy with what she heard, and added, “I think
the next step is for you to start hanging out with me at the house — as
we are, with no pretenses, without worrying about how the other vampires might
take it.”

“From what you and Abbott said originally, that’s kind of a
big step. Isn’t it?”

“Yes, but if we’re going forward, and with you saying you
want us to be exclusive, it’s time.”

“Will word get back to your ex?”

“I don’t know and I don’t care. I’ll let Gavin know what’s
going on, and probably Josef and a few of his top people. Everyone else will
find out when they ask questions.”

“What does this mean, as far as time you and I spend
together?”

“It means you get access to the main floor of the house.
Once everyone in my section of the house approves of you, you’ll have
twenty-four hour access to the basement and you’ll be able to come and go as
you please, so if you want to show up a few hours before the sun sets so you’ll
be there when I wake, you can. Or, if you want to stay with me until I rest at
dawn, you’ll be able to get out once I’m down for the day. Until you get
daytime access downstairs I can let you downstairs once I rise in the evening,
but we’ll need to make sure you’re gone before I’m down for the day.”