10 Nights (17 page)

She had to resist the
urge to laugh at the sight of the fangs, at the same time she felt herself grow
moist. She knew the fangs were fake, but they looked real, and the overall
image could have convinced her that he was a vampire. He made a very sexy
vampire, she thought.

"My beauty should
not kneel; you shall serve me with your blood tonight, not your knees," he
said when he reached her, smiling at the look of surprise that covered her
beautiful face. "Are you prepared to offer your body to me freely tonight,
my dear?" he asked, an accent to his voice as he strove to pull her into
the fantasy he was weaving.

Leah didn't hesitate.
"My body is yours, Sir, do with it as you wish," she told him,
deciding that if he wanted to play a game, she was happy to go along with him.

Nodding in satisfaction
he took her hand and led her to the table in the center of the dungeon. "If
you are truly prepared to offer yourself up to me then climb up onto the altar
and lay your life in my hands." His dark blue eyes filled with heat as he
thought of the game, which was only just beginning.

Allowing herself to
sink into his world of make believe, Leah climbed up onto the table and laid
back. She shivered in anticipation of what was to come, which she could only
guess at, as she lifted her hands above her head and clasped them together,
wanting to appear like a perfect sacrifice.

He walked around the
table, enjoying the shivers that ran through her delectable body. He was glad
the roleplaying was turning her on, and made a note to do it again with her
another night. "We must lose this dress, my dear," he told her,
"I wish to see what you have to offer me."

Pulling a dagger from a
holder in his sash, Rhett held it up before her, turning it so it picked up
reflections from the candlelight. Her trembling increased, magnifying his
arousal, and lowering the blade he traced the point of it over her skin, making
her flinch. "Don't move an inch, dear one; I would hate to make you bleed
too soon." Her eyes widened and she struggled to keep herself still as the
blade trailed up her arm, across her shoulders and down the other arm.

Rhett moved the blade
back up her arm and then lightly ran the point down her chest. She flinched
again as the blade moved between her breasts, but quickly froze. Seeing her reaction
he smiled in pleasure before slowly tracing the blade back up to her throat.
The fear in her eyes was a tremendous aphrodisiac, but he knew it was time to
move on and he slid the blade under first one strap and then the other.

The flimsy material
parted easily under pressure from the razor sharp blade and with the straps cut
he once more traced the blade down between her breasts. He didn't stop that
time though; instead he kept the blade moving, slicing through the gown from
the straps that hid her breasts to the hem.

Placing the knife on
the 'altar' Rhett took hold of the two halves of the gown and pulled them apart,
leaving her bare to his gaze. The cool air made her nipples rise, hardening
them to stiff peaks, while the dampness between her thighs told him how much
she was enjoying what he was doing.

"My sacrifice has
a beautiful body," he said, before lowering his head to trail his tongue
down the same path the dagger had recently taken. "You have no idea what I
long to do to you tonight."

Leah noted the laugh he
gave then wasn't his usual one; it was high and held a touch of evil and she
felt a frisson of fear move through her as she became lost in the world of make
believe he was creating. She was brought out of it for a moment as his tongue
delved into her navel, making her wriggle and laugh at the tickling sensation.

"That will never
do, my dear," Rhett told her. "I know you want to please me, but my
desires run dark tonight so I must bind you. You must not move without my
permission." He stepped away from the table to retrieve several red silk
scarves.

She was aching to have
him touch her; the play was more intense than she would have ever believed and
it left her filled with desire. Moaning softly she lifted her hips off the
table. "Please, Sir," she whimpered, her need obvious.

Smiling, he moved to
the head of the table, where he tied one end of a scarf around her wrist, and
then secured the other end to a small metal loop at the top of the table.
"You will be begging to end this before we finish, my dear," he said
as he bound her other wrist.

Leah felt her body
tense at his words. She was suddenly afraid, and couldn't help wondering what
he meant. Feeling oddly like she wasn’t in the same time and place any longer,
she struggled against her bonds.

Apprehensively, she
watched as Rhett pulled metal stirrups from the ends of the table. They looked
very much like the ones in her gynecologist's office, and her face burned at
the thought of how humiliating those visits were. What did he plan to do to
her? She wondered nervously, biting her lip.

Lifting her legs into
the stirrups one at a time he tied her thighs to the cool metal of the stirrups.
A second scarf secured each ankle to the stirrups, leaving her with her legs
spread wide.

When he was finished tying
her up Rhett reached beneath Leah to drop the end of the table below her legs.
It left her with her ass hanging half off the table, which she was
uncomfortably away of.

"So beautiful, my
dear; I'm itching to drink from you here." He stroked his finger down her
thigh until he reached her womanhood, where he tapped her clit. "I can't
wait to see your reaction to the feel of my teeth as they pierce your
skin."

Was he going to really
bite her? Her heart raced, and she wasn't sure if it was in terror or longing.
He pushed a single digit deep inside her and her thoughts moved away from
terror and centered on her desire; she didn't care what he did as long as he
let her cum.

This was their wildest
night yet, she thought with a groan of longing as he began fucking her with his
finger. When he pulled his finger from her aching flesh she cried out softly in
disappointment.

He walked back to the
head of the table, smiling evilly, she would not soon forget this night, he was
going to make sure of that. "I love the emotion in your beautiful eyes, my
dear, but now I must hinder your sight." He pulled out the last red sash
and secured it over her eyes. "I would never want your eyes to be
disturbed by my hideous nature." Lowering his lips he kissed her cheek.

 Though the sash was
thick enough to cut off most of her sight, she could see he had turned on the
lights in the dungeon. That made her think things were over, which seemed very
sudden, but when he made no move to free her she realized he must have
something else in mind.

She could hear all
sorts of noises, but lacked the ability to identify them without her eyes to
help her. All she could do was lie there, and wait nervously to find out what
was going to happen.

Rhett left her on the
table, knowing that without sight she would have no way of knowing what he was
doing. He couldn't help wondering how she was going to react to the lack of
input to her senses, not to mention what he was about to do to her.

Walking into the
changing room he washed his hands thoroughly in steaming hot water, and then
dried them. That done he returned to the main room, where he collected the
things he would need. A stool went between Leah's parted thighs, and within
easy reach he set up a tray on another stool.

The site of her pink
flesh had his tongue aching to delve deep inside and he allowed himself the
pleasure. He suckled her clit, biting down lightly, pleased by the soft moan
that escaped her lips. His tongue darted in, wanting her body to be aching with
desire before he finished their play.

With unhurried
movements his tongue teased and retreated, keeping her just on the brink of
orgasm without letting her find release.

Finally stopping he took
a small q-tip from his tray and slowly slid it under the hood of her clit,
pleased at the amount of tissue there. She arched her hips off the table,
thinking he was still pleasuring her. "Do not move, my dear, or I will be
forced to punish you. Do you understand?" His tone was harsh, not because
he was displeased by her reaction, but because it was imperative she remained
still.

"Yes, Sir,"
she whimpered, knowing it was going to take every ounce of self-control she
possessed to keep herself still. Her body was strung so tight with the need to
release that she was ready to cry.

He opened the bottle of
Betadine and slowly began squirting it over her tender folds. She gasped at the
coolness, but he was impressed to see that her hips remained still. "Good
girl," he said, dropping out of character and speaking in his normal
voice.

He had been trained to
do what he was preparing Leah for by a Master, many years ago. While it was not
a difficult task, it did require skill, and the co-operation of the person it
was being done to.

"I'm going to bite
you now, remember to keep very still." He had no intention of actually
biting her, but since she would feel what he was about to do he wanted her to
think he was biting her.

Taking the NRT off the
sterile tray he lifted the hood of her clit, and with one quick movement
pierced her. Her cry of surprise was not one of true pain, and he was pleased
he still had the ability to do it with precision; it had been a while since he
had done it.

Leah couldn't believe
he had actually bitten her; the pain was minimal, and faded quickly, but it
still wasn't a pleasurable experience. There was a burning sensation in her
clit, and she felt as though there was some strange foreign object attached to
her.

She was a little
bewildered by his strange idea of play, and more than a little curious to know
what he had actually done to her.

"You were such a
good girl, sweetheart," he told her. Taking up a q-tip he drenched it with
antiseptic and then cleaned the new piercing carefully. She would be thrilled
by the way it felt when they made love, he was sure; several submissives over
the years had told him it was one of the best things they'd ever had done.

Leah wiggled her hips
at the strange sensations Rhett was generating down there. She didn't know what
he had done, or what he was doing then, but she felt as if there was something
lodged in that part of the body. She wanted to tear the blindfold off and look
to see what was going on, she couldn't though, not with her arms bound.

When he had finished
cleaning her Rhett took off the scarf covering her eyes. "I want you to
look at something, sweetheart." He smiled and moved back to the bottom of
the table, picking up a large mirror from the tray he positioned it between her
legs.

Lifting her head so she
could see what Rhett was showing her, Leah could only look in stunned disbelief
at the curved jewelry that was now embedded in the hood of her clitoris. Seeing
the piercing she found herself wondering if she wouldn’t have preferred it if
he had bitten her instead. "What have you done, Sir?" she asked,
stunned.

"Trust me, sweetheart,
you'll love how this makes you feel, and if you don't, we'll take it out; it
will heal quickly and no-one will be able to see that you had it done." He
could see by the look in her eyes that she didn't quite believe that she would
love it. To prove his point he lightly tugged at the piercing, making her gasp
in pleasure and pain. "It will be nothing but pleasure in a few days, baby."

She was floored by the sensations
brought on the slight tug, and had to admit that it did feel good, despite her
doubts. "So will we be able to, well you know, Sir?" The thought of
having to wait to have him fill her was agonizing.

Rhett chuckled, pleased
that she was not upset. "Yes, my horny little angel, we can still
fuck." He knew he should have asked her permission before piercing her,
she could have safe worded her way out of it if she decided not to go through
with it. It was a liberty he didn't feel bad for taking though, if she hated it
she could remove it and the hole would close up. "We just need to remember
to keep this extremely clean for the next few weeks," he told her.
"After we have sex you have to disinfect it. I have all the stuff we need
to use here."

He laughed as she
blushed and quickly untied the scarves that bound her to the table. He was
eager to take her upstairs and test out his new gift and he moved around the
dungeon, blowing out the candles while Leah got off the table.

The strange object
between her legs grew less painful by the second, and she was amazed that it
didn't hurt more. Getting her ears pierced had actually hurt worse, which
surprised her. Standing at the side of the table she reached down to gingerly
feel the piercing. She could tell it was there, even when she wasn't touching it,
but it wasn't uncomfortable.

"I think my girl
likes her gift." Rhett joined her at the table.

"Your girl does,
Sir, she really likes it; I liked the make believe tonight as well." She
was blushing and giggling as he lifted her into his arms and carried her out of
the dungeon and up to his room.

Reaching the bedroom he
lowered her to her feet as soon as they were through the door. "Get on
your knees, baby, I can't wait a minute longer to fuck you." He stripped
quickly and put on a condom.