Wicked Deeds (2 page)

“Come to me.” It was a command, one that I could tell was not to be disobeyed.

I panted heavily, my mind at war with my body.
My pussy was soaked, my labia so swollen that they rubbed uncomfortably against my panties.
My nipples scraped mercilessly against the fabric of my shirt, teasing me beyond relief.
Instead of taking a step forward, I took one back.
This clearly didn’t please him, because a low, animalistic growl erupted from him.
Before I could even gasp in surprise, he was right in front of me, his hands on my shoulders, firm yet gentle.

He spun me around and pressed me against the cold, unyielding wall.
My pulse raced.
Not from fear, but from sexual awareness.
I knew this man was commanding, dangerous, even, but I had this feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach that assured me if I just submitted he would show me a pleasure I would never forget.
Again, the rational part of my brain screamed that I needed to run, to get as far away from him as I could.
My heart and body told me to accede, to let this vampire have his wicked way with me.

He pressed his chest against my back, his breath steady against the outer shell of my ear.
“I warned you of punishment if you didn’t succumb to me.
Now it’s time for me to show you what it means to relinquish your inhibitions.”

In the next instant the sound of ripping material pierced my lust-fogged brain.
Buttons flew against the wall and ceiling, and I gasped in shock.
Not only was I now standing nude in front of him, I could smell my own musky arousal, and the knowledge that he most assuredly could smell it, too, had me heating in embarrassment.

I was spun around so quickly I felt the room tilt.
I looked into his eyes, which seemed to glow with dark intent.
His fangs were long and prominent and caused a shiver of anticipation to race up my spine.
I couldn’t deny that the idea of those wicked daggers sliding into my skin had my pussy convulsing.

He took both my arms and lifted them above my head, securing my wrists with one of his massive hands.
He took the other hand and skimmed it along my throat and over my collarbone.
He continued to move his way down until he was pulling at one turgid nipple.
I bit my lip as pain assaulted me.
He let go of the stiff peak and smoothed his palm over it, repeating the agonizing pleasure that only he could cause.

I let my head fall back, fighting for the control I so desperately needed.
On and on he tortured my aching nipples until they felt abused in the best of ways.
When he finally let go of the hard bud, I looked down and saw the cherry-red color that stained them and the swelling that made them look obscene in nature.

“You will know who your master is.”

When I didn’t respond, only stared at him with wide eyes, he dipped his head and ran his fangs along my neck.
Up and down he went, running those wicked, sharp teeth along my tender flesh and causing goose bumps to cover my body.

“You must be a glutton for punishment.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but I didn’t have time to question it.
I felt the sensation of falling as he moved me across the room in seconds.
He turned to adjust a lever on the wall, and I glanced up to see a swing-like contraption slowly start to come down.
My mouth opened in a soundless cry as the realization that he actually expected to put me in that thing slammed into my brain.
I went to take a step back, but his hand latched onto my forearm, halting any and all movements.

“No.
I can’t do this.” I stuttered over my own words and shook my head.
I was frightened of the unknown, but my body refused to cool.
I felt high, giddy, with a low hum of electrical pleasure making its way through my veins.

He turned and brought me close.
He cupped my thigh, lifting it and setting it on the ledge.
He then ran his palm over my flesh and toward the apex of my thighs.
His fingers were large, and when he parted my juicy folds I thought I would orgasm right then.
He was skilled at his actions, flicking my clit, tantalizing my opening.
Never did he penetrate me, but how I ached for him to do just that.

“Your mouth says no, but your cunt says yes.” His smile was anything but pleasant as he snatched his hand back and gripped my waist.

I was frozen as he lifted me easily into the leather swing.
He attached straps along my calves and thighs, around my waist and even under my breasts.
I could do nothing but stare at him in a complete daze, knowing I should fight him off, but feeling a sense of elation fill me.

Once he had me completely secured, I snapped out of my stupor, testing the restraints and growing uneasy.
I was trapped, at the complete mercy of this supernatural being.
He stepped back, and his gaze went to my exposed vagina.
The way I was positioned had my outer labia pulled away from the inner ones.
I could feel the cool air waft across my overheated flesh.
The longer he looked, the more I felt myself grow wet.
I could feel the trickle of my pussy cream slip down my thigh in a warm caress.

“Look at how you weep for your master.” He stepped forward, rubbing his palm along the erection that strained against the material of his fly.

He shucked off the pants, and my eyes grew wider, my mouth drying as I took in the size of his cock.
He was monstrous, his shaft the same huge proportions as the rest of his body.
He stepped closer until I could feel the silky smooth skin of his erection against my cleft.
He dropped to his haunches, his humid breath blowing across my exposed genitalia.
All thoughts left my brain when I felt the slightly rough slide of his tongue along my cleft.

“Tell me who this pretty cunt belongs to.”

I gasped, panted, silently screamed as he continued to lollipop me: flattening his tongue on my slit and dragging it up to my clitoris.
I closed my eyes, a moan welling up in my throat and stopping when I felt him pull away.
Before I could inhale, a stinging slap landed on my pussy.
I snapped my eyes open, my breath catching as searing pain assaulted me.

“I said tell me whose cunt this is!” His voice had gone rougher, louder, and more aggressive.

I heaved, unable to form a coherent word as the pain started to subside.
I opened my mouth to speak, but before the words spilled out another slap stung the skin right where my thigh and pussy met.
I groaned softly, my eyes watering as I tried to lift my head and look at him.

He stood so fast that I recoiled slightly, knowing that Erach was a force to be reckoned with.
He gripped my thighs and flipped me over.
A cry sounded from me as I stared at the dull cement beneath me.
Blood rushed to my head as well as every erogenous zone in my body.
The pain I felt earlier from the slaps was now receding and in its place was a warm pleasurable sensation.

“Please.” I whispered as I clenched my fists, not knowing exactly what I was begging for, but knowing whatever it was I needed it desperately.
Three sharp slaps in rapid succession stung my bottom, and I struggled against my restraints.
The more he spanked me, the less it hurt.
Pleasure started to deeply embed itself throughout me.
My skin tightened with awareness as my pussy seeped and my nipples hardened.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

Slap.
Slap.
Slap.

The air in my lungs rushed out of me with every blow against my tender flesh.
I moaned, not from pain, but from exquisite pleasure.
“Oh, God.” I was so close to coming that my whole body started to hum.
Who knew being spanked would be so tantalizing and arousing that I could get off?

I cried out in pleasure as I felt his mouth latch on to my pussy.
He sucked and licked like a rabid animal, his grunts and growls against my flesh sending vibrations straight to my clit.
I was so close to having the best orgasm of my life.

On and on he went until I cried for release, begged him to fuck me, penetrate me, do anything to extinguish the ache I felt.
Right before I was about to explode, he ripped his mouth from me and spun me back around.
I stared at the ceiling and gasped in shock.

“Until you tell me what I want to hear, your punishment will continue.”

He got me out of the swing and carried me over to a tall wooden table.
I still didn’t know what he meant, but slowly my brain started to function again, and it dawned on me what he wanted to hear.
If I was his prisoner, I refused to relinquish the small amount of power I seemed to hold.
When he set me on my feet I wobbled, the euphoric high I felt still teetering on the edge and making me uncoordinated.
I didn’t protest as he pressed me against the smooth wood, my upper body draped over it and hanging off the other side.

He spread my legs as wide as they would go, but I didn’t dare turn around to see what he was doing.
I felt something cool and thick clasp around my ankles along with some tugging and pulling.
I sensed him standing, and then he stepped in front of me.
I tried to close my legs, but whatever he had attached to my ankles kept me firmly open.
He wrapped studded leather straps around my wrists and then strung them to a hook on the wall.
My whole body felt like it was on fire, like flames were burning me alive from the inside out.
The only remedy was his monstrous cock filling me.

I was to the point that I would have begged him, would have told him anything he wanted to hear, but before I could form any words he was behind me and spreading my ass cheeks apart.
I squirmed, uncomfortable with this unusual position.
A sharp slap against my ass stilled my movements, and I stared at the wall.

I was like Pavlov’s dog.
Just the feel of his palm against my flesh, that little sting of pain, and my pussy was crying with need.
I closed my eyes as the warm burn from his skin against mine seeped into my bones.
I felt his finger run circles around my opening, finally slipping the digit into my vagina and teasing me from the inside out.
I forced myself to stay still, not wanting to give him a reason to stop his ministrations.
In a matter of seconds he had two more fingers in me, shoving them so hard and fast in my pussy I thought I would come right then.
I held my breath, knowing that maybe if I held still and stayed quiet he would keep it up.
Almost there, just a little harder, a little faster.

I cried out soundlessly when he pulled his fingers free and gave my clit a good spank, the sound wet and erotic.
The pleasure was still there, but I was so on edge I knew if he were to blow on my clitoris, I would explode.

“Tell me who your master is.
Tell me who this pretty cunt belongs to.” His whisper was right by my ear, his chest covering my back.

His hand snaked out and started tweaking my nipples, pulling on them with such force I arched my back.
He lifted me slightly, shoving the table away and letting go of my body.
The feeling of falling forward assaulted me at first, but the rope attached to my wrists and the contraption around my ankles kept me suspended in the air.
The sensation of hanging midair was odd, but when I finally felt the tip of his massive cock nudge the opening of my sex, everything else left my brain.

Finally.

“Tell me!” His roar was so loud I feared the walls would tremble.
He threaded his fingers through my hair, grabbing a chunk and tilting my head to the side, baring my throat.
“You will be my greatest victory, sweet Nena.”

I didn’t comment on how he knew my name, didn’t even care.
What I did know was I would tell him anything he wanted.
“You.
You are my master, Erach.” His loud growl of approval vibrated my very flesh.
He shoved all those hard, stiff inches into me at the same time his mouth went to my neck, his fangs piercing my tender skin.

My pussy felt so stretched, like it was on fire, but it burned so good that I could have wept with relief.
I could feel him drawing on my neck, sucking my life force out of me with excitement.
His hips slammed so forcefully into me that I rocked on my restraints, swinging in the air with nothing to grapple on.
The only thing that kept me mounted on his shaft was his hand gripping my hip almost painfully.
His hips thrust forward, his dick pushing past my folds and going so far into me I felt his cock head tease my womb.

In, out.
Harder, faster.

He was ruthless in his onslaught, bringing me closer to the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever had.
I bit my lip, tasting blood just as my clit swelled even further, my whole body tightening as my climax slammed into me.
My nipples puckered and my pussy squeezed his cock forcefully.
I opened my mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but his palm slapped over my mouth just as I groaned.
I felt his fangs slide out of my throat, smelled my blood on his breath as he murmured in my ear.
“You do not speak or make a sound unless I deem it so.” He released his hand from my mouth, his hips continuing their pistoning.