Armored Hearts (12 page)

“Like that?” Rand asked wickedly, in that velvet and hot whiskey voice of his.

“God, yes.” She shuddered, unable to do more in the restraints that held her suspended in midair. She was utterly at her dominant’s mercy, his to do with as he wanted.

And she’d never been more wildly aroused in her life. Her fantasies of a scenario just like this were the reason she’d become a bloodsub in the first place.

But not even her fantasies had been this good.

Now the vampire sauntered around in front of her. He wore only a pair of black skinsuit pants and knee high leather boots. His magnificent chest was bare. Muscles flexed as he crouched in front of her and reached one big hand under her body to remove the clamps from her nipples. Zara moaned in disappointment as the phantom mouths released her.

Rand’s answering grin was so dark, she felt a hot spurt deep in her hot cunt. “Don’t worry,” he said, a rogue’s grin stretching his handsome mouth. “I’m not going to neglect those pretty tits.” Long, strong fingers cupped her in warmth before he stood and stepped back.

And sent the neurostim lashes flicking right at one stiff little peak.

They landed with a fierce sting that tore a gasp from her mouth. Before she could cringe, he snapped his wrist again. This time ghost tongues licked across both breasts, wet and hot. She closed her eyes and gasped.

“Hold that pose,” her husband ordered.

Zara opened her eyes just in time to see him open his fly, freeing his long, delicious cock.

“And yes, every centimeter is going up your ass,” Rand told her, wicked laughter in his voice. “But first…” He caught the broad shaft in one hand and stepped closer, presenting it to her mouth. “Open wide, darling. It’s time to suck your husband’s cock.”

With a helpless groan of arousal, she obeyed. He angled his hips and slid his length inside in one careful thrust that stopped just short of the back of her throat. Eagerly, she closed her mouth around him and began to feast on the silken shaft, using tongue and teeth and lips with all the skill Rand had taught her.

“Very good,” he said, his voice rasping. “You do know how to use that pretty mouth. Let’s make it a challenge.” She saw him draw back the whip. “Don’t bite.”

Zara heard the soft
whoosh
sound effect as the lashes flew through the air and down across her ass. She stiffened, but this time the blow was a pleasure so pure she moaned around Rand’s thick cock.

Then, as she sucked him eagerly, the vampire set about teasing her with the cat, sending its lashes dancing over her skin in waves of delight, driving her closer and closer to orgasm.

* * *

Her mouth felt wet and hot and skillful on his shaft. Rand thrust lazily, spinning out the pleasure of her oral worship, watching her long, slim body writhe as he laid on the whip. He aimed each blow carefully for the little dip in her heart shaped ass, knowing the lashes would curl around and down over her anus and labia and right across her clit in impacts of fiery pleasure.

With his vampire senses, he could feel Zara trembling on the verge of orgasm as she reveled in the kink fantasy of being “forced” to suck his cock.

Knowing it would enhance her sense of submission, he fisted his free hand in her thick blonde curls and deepened his stroke, rising on his toes and angling his hips so he could drive more and more of his dick down her throat.

“Mmmm,” he purred. “There’s something about fucking a pretty sub’s mouth…” He deepened his voice into menace. “But it’s still not as hot as fucking her ass. How about it, Zara? Ready to get that tight little asshole reamed?” He gave her one last deep thrust, deliberately making her gag before quickly pulling free.

She looked up at him, dazed. He could feel how close she was to coming, how desperately turned on she was at the thought of what he planned to do to her.

Rand gave her his best demonic smile as he turned and picked up the tube of lubricant he’d left on the bed for just this moment. Tossing down the whip, he flipped open the cap and squirted a line of the lubricant all the way down the length of his cock. Slowly, he began spreading it over his shaft.

“God, I love getting a sub chained and spread, ready to take it up the ass. It’s so good, Zara. Feeling a woman’s tiny puckered anus stretch wide as I force my dick in, centimeter by centimeter. Listening to her little whimpers. Especially when she begs me to stop, when she moans my cock is too big.” She was staring at his ferocious erection like a bird hypnotized by a snake. “Know what I do then?”

Zara licked her lips. “Ream her harder?”

He grinned. “That’s right, bloodsub. You going to give me an excuse?”

She shivered. “I don’t think you need one.”

“Not with you.” He gave his grin a darkly menacing cast as he sauntered around behind her. “After all, you’re an enemy captive.” Eyeing her helplessly bent body, he added, “With a gorgeously tempting butt and a tight little asshole just begging for a good, hard buggering.”

This time he actually heard her swallow.

Rand reached for the softly furred lips of her cunt, spread wide by her position. As he expected, he found her so snug and deliciously creamy, he was almost seduced from sodomizing her.

He suspected, however, she’d be disappointed if he didn’t carry out his threat. This first night as husband and wife, she deserved a good, kinky fuck.

She needed to be claimed. Wickedly. Utterly.

Besides, he was harder than a length of neutron steel, and he could think of no better place for his aching prick than her tight little asshole.

Taking his thick, well-greased cock in hand, Nick stepped up to Zara’s pretty curving cheeks and aimed for her rosette pucker. Looking down at the rosy tip resting against her tiny opening, he grinned in anticipation. And began, slowly, to lean into her as he sought to force his way inside.

But Zara was just as tight as he’d known she’d be, and the muscled ring resisted him.

He set his feet wider apart, caught her by one silken hip, and arched his back, using his buttocks to drive his cockhead past her instinctive resistance. Slowly, so slowly, the glans began to disappear inside, vanishing into her deliciously snug ass.

Zara gasped in arousal and pain as her husband’s massive cock stretched her anus millimeter by evil millimeter. She squirmed in her restraints, but the float cuffs held her helplessly still. “It hurts!”

He leaned down until he could breathe into her ear. “Good.” And slid another painful fraction of shaft up her convulsing rectum.

She closed her eyes, feeling cream flooding her empty cunt. “God, you’re a bastard.”

“Umm hmmm.” He reached down and around her thigh to stroke her clit. The sizzle of pleasure blended with the hot fire of the cock steadily working its way deeper. “And you’re a luscious bloodsub with the tightest asshole I’ve ever had the pleasure to fuck. Now be a good girl and relax those little muscles for my wedding celebration.”

With a helpless whimper, she sought to obey, concentrating on opening herself to her lover’s use.

Finally he stopped, his hips snug against cheeks. “In,” he said, dark laughter in his voice, “up to the balls. How does it feel being skewered on your husband’s dick, baby?”

“Painful,” she groaned.

“Get used to it, darling. From this end, it feels hot, snug and sweet, and I’m not going to stop any time soon.” His fingers flicked and circled her clit as he began to pull out.

The withdrawal was as overwhelming and darkly pleasurable as his entry had been overwhelming and darkly painful. And those long fingers knew just what to do to intensify the delight, caressing her clit in time to each ruthlessly deep stroke.

Cuffed, helpless, impaled on her vampire husband’s ass reaming cock, Zara closed her eyes and moaned in pleasure.

Listening to Zara’s delicious little moans, Rand grinned. Not only did she have the most delicious butt it had ever been his pleasure to ream, but she loved being dominated. Her arousal grew hotter every time he taunted and threatened, teased and pleasured. She definitely loved being fucked like this as much as he loved doing it.

He could smell how creamy she was, could almost taste it on his tongue as her juices drenched his clit teasing fingers.

Oh, yeah. Zara Rand was ready for a good, hard buggering. And he was more than ready to give it to her. He wanted to make her come while he shot her asshole full of hot vamp sperm -- and sank his fangs into that pretty white throat.

“Hold on, darlin’,” he growled, “I just ran out of mercy.”

He began reaming her. There was no other word for it. He leaned into her, gripping her hips with both strong hands, pumping hard, sawing his thick cock in and out until she writhed helplessly in her restraints. “Stop!” she gasped, maddened at the torturous blend of pain and pleasure. “I can’t stand it!”

He paused. “Are you using your safe word?”

She panted, gasped, and managed, “No!”

“Then I don’t care,” he growled in her ear. “You’re mine, and I’m going to fuck your ass ‘til I empty my balls. God, you’re tight!”

Still riding her hard, he wrapped one muscular arm around her chest and started teasing her nipples, rolling the little peaks with one hand.

Reaching the other hand under her, he slid it between her pussy lips to find her clit again. Pinned and helpless against his brawny torso as his fingers tormented her and his dick savaged her ass, Zara felt the first wave of her climax roll up her spine. She screamed at the feral heat of it.

With an animal roar, Rand shoved his cock all the way in, impaling her with one last brutal thrust. Releasing her breast, he grabbed her chin and dragged back her head. Before she could do more than gasp, he bit deep into her throbbing carotid.

Zara screamed again, the orgasm jackhammering even harder as he started feeding. Between her cheeks, his cock jerked in her anal grip, pumping his cum deep.

Long moments passed before Nick felt sated enough to free himself from his wife’s ass and throat.

He looked down at her in satisfaction as she hung limp in her restraints. She probably felt too wrung out to move, after the multiple orgasms she’d enjoyed while he fed.

Her little anus gaped, swollen and red and smeared in cum from the pounding he’d given it. Given her bloodsub metabolism, it would soon be healed and tight again.

“You do realize,” Rand purred, “you’re mine now. And I’ll never let you go.”

Zara turned her head to look at him, her blue eyes languorous under her tangled blonde mane. She smiled slowly. “Good. Neither will I.”

He swept her out of the air and into his arms, then carried her to bed. Settling her down on the wide mattress, he slid in beside her and pulled her close. Dropping out of character as wicked dominant master, he murmured in her ear. “I love you, Zara Rand.”

“And I love you too, Nick Rand,” she purred back.

Angela Knight is the New York Times bestselling author of books for Berkley, Red Sage, Changeling Press, and Loose Id. Her first book was written in pencil and illustrated in crayon; she was nine years old at the time. A few years later, she read The Wolf and the Dove and fell in love with romance. Besides her fiction work, Angela’s publishing career includes a stint as a comic book writer and ten years as a newspaper reporter. Several of her stories won South Carolina Press Association awards under her real name.

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