Swept Away: The First Bloodline (26 page)

After he had snuggly secured the end of the rope
, he tested it by slipping in two fingers while pulling.  He watched her eyes, her body language. 

Ok.  So I have pleased you so now please me.  Kiss me.

“You have pleased me very much so.  I’m not done yet.  Hold still just like you are and when I am done with the rope, I’ll kiss you just the way you like.”  She almost lost her train of thought when he ran his tongue over his bottom lip teasing her.

“Done.  Hurry.”  She couldn’t help herself.

“Sweet, you’re not the Domme are you?”

She was still staring at his mouth when she answered.  “Nope.”

“Nope what?”

“Nope I’m not the Domme.”

“Taylor.”  His voice
was sterner and threatening triggering her memory.

A smile tugged at her lips.
  “No, Sir.”

“That’s my girl.” 
He leaned over and picked up the second rope, unraveling it the same as before.  Keeping the two ends in his hand, he ran them around her left thigh and then the folded end of the rope, pulling the two ends through and wrapped one more time.  She could feel him running the two ends of rope up her back, under the bottom rope, then down around her right thigh.

She felt him securing the rope against her back.  “Can I ask you a question Sir?”

He chuckled leaning forward to kiss her shoulder while flicking his tongue over her skin all but setting her on fire.  “Yes.”

“You don’t need ropes to make my body do whatever you want it to do.  Why use them and why not super speed this up some?”  She surprised herself by being so bold. 

“Because, you feel sexy.  You look sexy.  I’m taking my time because I don’t like anything quick.  This is part of it.”

“Me either.” 

She watched hoping for a hint of what he had in mind.  Reading his mind would have definitely come in handy for her in this moment.  When he reached for more rope her eyebrows twitched together and her mouth opened.

“More rope?”  He stopped
looking at her waiting for something. 
Oh yeah.
  “More rope, Sir?”

“Yes.  More rope.  The last rope.” 
He stood behind her.  She heard him messing with something over her head causing her to look up.  He ran the rope through a hook in the ceiling.  She turned quickly looking behind her at his feet.  He was floating.  Flying. 

He looked down at her and smiled, “Turn around, this ain’t the first time my feet weren’t on the floor with you around.  Old new
s Sweet.”

As if he was again controlling her body she turned instantly.  She was vaguely aware again that he was touching and pulling the rope at her back.  He started placing thick, wide leather cuffs on her wrists.  She questioned with her eyes
, her mind but the only response she got was again, a little quirk of his lips before pulling both her wrist behind her back securing them there.

“Can’t have your hands in the way now can we.  Ropes are really handy for suspension.  Get ready Sweet.”  And just like that
she felt her body being lifted into the air.

“Wow!  Wait a minute.”

“Sweet.  Relax, you’re not going anywhere and I know it’s not hurting you.  Trust me.”

“I do, just not real high ok.”

“I think you can do better than that.  I mean say it like you really mean it.”

“Just not real high please
, Sir.” 

“Good and I won’t put you real high.  This is as high as you’re going.  You’re only about two feet off the floor.  That’s it.”

She nodded her head as she began to feel the weight of herself against the ropes.  She wondered why he had placed the rope around her ankles, if he wasn’t going to use them.

“Lights out Sweet.”  His voice was growing with excitement.  She had to admit she couldn’t remember ever being this horny in her entire life.

Her eyes stayed locked with what he was doing.  The black piece of silk in his hand covered her eyes.  She listened to the screeching across the floor as her heart pounded in her chest.

“Lift your feet.”  He
said.  “Stand on this.” 

She searched for the object with her feet.  When she finally got her feet situated she was excited what was to come next.

“Spread your legs wider.  Just like that.  Keep them there.  If you move them, I will punish you.  Keep in mind you are in no position to fight me.”  He almost dared her to move them.

She felt something wide and smooth running over her skin.  Softly caressing her down her back, her ass, and there.  He rubbed the end over her clit, back and forth, over and over, her head leaned forward, resting her chin on her chest.

              Then it was gone.  She took a deep breath waiting for what was next to come.  She felt a bunch of strips of material running down her chest, brushing across her nipples.

             
Immediately becoming disappointed when it left.  Her breathing was increasing, her arousal was at yet another new height. 

             
Unexpected but a welcomed bite to her right nipple, then left, then right, then left again.  She cried out literally at the painful, sweet, nerve awakening feeling that had caused her nipples to harden and urge for more.

             
A bite to her abdomen over and over going lower.  She squirmed trying to maintain her composure yet enjoy the sweet little flicks that were now causing her to pull back on the ropes as she anticipated the next one.

             
The next flick landing between her legs.  She jerked losing her balance from the stand he had her one, going over the side, she dangled loosely in the air enjoying the sweet little tingle that was now left.

             
“Sweet, you have to stay still.”  She didn’t have to see his smile to know it was there.  She had heard it in his voice.

             
“I can’t.”  She breathed heavily begging for mercy at the same time. 

             
Please, I want to come.

             
“No.  Not yet.”  She wanted to yell at him for those words.  If he wasn’t going to make her come, why go through all of this.  Was this her punishment?

             
“Stop thinking Sweet.”  This time the bite was harder against her backside.  She couldn’t move away from it as she wanted because she stilled dangled.  Tears came to her eyes, but she couldn’t tell if it was from the intense sensation of the flicks, or the bites of it.  Or was it from the total embarrassment she now felt from the last bite.  The flick that was punishment not pleasure.

              “Hold still while I release the rope.”  He explained as she felt him messing with it on her back, then she was in his arms.  The smoothness felt against her back next was welcomed.  He began to secure her feet then her hands.  She had no doubt she now lay on the bed.  But again she couldn’t move and the vibration noise echoing now in the room was only coming closer to her. 

             
“Wow!”  She bucked her hips at the sudden vibration to her clit.  It was too intense.  She couldn’t take it.  She again tried to buck away.  The constant pressure on her throbbing, aching, clit combined with the heat of his hand, on her abdomen holding her down was about to send her over.

             
She felt her orgasm growing nearer and nearer.  Then without warning it erupted from her body.  Again she tried to move from the vibration but again, he maintained the constant pressure.

             
“One.”  He voiced. 

             
Tears flooded then poured from her eyes, soaking into the blind fold.  She bucked wildly against him.

             
“Please, I can’t take it.”  And yet the vibration assault that was torturing her never left.

Holy Shit!
  Again she orgasmed, fighting to get away from the agonizing device.  It was no use.

“Two.”

Why are you counting?
 

Taylor
was now super sensitive and begging for him to stop.  Again she burst into an orgasm.  Her body went limp no longer having the strength to fight it off.

“Three.”  He called out finally removing it.  She breathed erratically trying to regain all sense and control that she had left.

She could hear him moving around.  She hoped he was not going for something that was going to vibrate again.  She couldn’t take anymore. 

He finally he removed it.  She breathed erratically trying to regain all sense and control she had left.

One more vibration against my clit will be intense enough that I RED! You don’t get it.  I can’t stand to be directly touched thereafter.

“I understand a lot more than you think I do.”  His tone was flat.  His hands freed her feet.  She thought for a moment that they would make love, fall asleep, then start a normal weekend getaway until she heard his laughter again.

“Nope.” 
Fuck!
  “You can think that again.”  He laughed louder.

His fingertips tickled the bottom of her foot before pulling her right ankle up, bending her knee.  His touch was there briefly before he began with the other.  She was now secured, arms over her head, blindfolded, knees bent up almost to her chest, and ankles apart. 

She imagined herself looking similar to that of a woman giving birth.  She felt open.  Exposed.  Uncomfortable.

It was to revealing for her.  The lights remained on.  She couldn’t see what he was doing.  What he was grabbing.  She was at his mercy.

His lips kissed her ankle then up, up, and over her tender nub, her navel, her nipples.  He bit hard causing her to scream.  “Ow!”  Then he did the other one.  She growled through the second.  Sucking, biting, then licking he moved back and forth from nipple to nipple.

Her inner
Goddess jumped when she felt him aligning himself and oddly enough, she wanted it.  She wanted him hard, fast, repeatedly inside of her.

Forcefully he thrust inside of her filling her more than ever before.  If she could have moved back she would have.
             

“Aargh!”  He eased back out before thrusting back in.  Picking up the pac
e the feeling went from too much to overwhelming.  She wanted to touch him.   To kiss him.  She wanted to look into his red eyes and know that she had caused it.

She felt herself building again.  “Give it to me Sweet.  Let go of it.  It’s all mine.”  And she did.  Immediately feeling her pussy muscles tighten around his submerged cock he let go with her.  Together they exploded mixing their fluids together, his pelvis digging
into hers.  They moaned in unison. 

“You did well
, Sweet.  For round one.”  Her eyes opened widely against the blindfold.  His fingers moved the blindfold back.  She blinked a few times before locking eyes with his, that remained red.  She loved it.  She would do anything for this man, just so she could see those eyes.

“Are you complaining about th
e orgasms then Sweet?”  He grinned.

“No.”  She thought about it.  She had never had back to back orgasms before and as intense as it was, she would definitely do that again. 

She closed her eyes relaxing against the restraints as he reached up releasing her hands. 

She couldn’t help but to smile at how damn sexy her vamp was and how badly she wanted him again already.  During, she couldn’t take it.  Now, knowing what to expect, she wanted it again.

“I have created a monster I fear.”
Both erupted into laughter.

Damien rolled to the side of her gently pushing her over so that her back was now facing him.  With just a few seconds passed, the ropes were loose, and he was sitting her up.  She glanced down at her body looking at the red marks left behind.  Instead of having the reaction she thought she should have, she became aroused further.

“Hmmm.  I like your way of thinking.”  Damien reached out pulling her into his arms, cuddling with her against his chest.  His fingers caressed her back, her shoulders.  She closed her eyes taking in all the night had brought her.  But most importantly, enjoying the feel of love she had for Damien.

              Soft lips across her jaw line, the smell of coffee, eggs, gravy and bacon filled the air.  Taylor stirred pressing her body into her sleeps intruder.  She felt marvelously divine.  She grinned before moaning from the tender nip to her neck.

             
“Time to wake up Sweet.  Your breakfast will be cold and I know you don’t like cold eggs or coffee for that matter.”  He whispered as he now nibbled her ear.

             
“Hmmm.  Breakfast.  I don’t want eggs.”  Turning her head she pressed her lips to his.  He didn’t want her to think that she would be able to continue to top from the bottom like she was doing now but he would be damned if he would deny a kiss that he wanted as well.  It didn’t take long before she felt completely intoxicated by him.

             
“Sweet, time to get up, come on.”  He ripped his mouth from hers.