Her Imaginary Lover (7 page)

"
Kaylom
… please…"

Her
need-filled whisper shattered the last of his control, and he slammed her down
on his dick until she was fully seated on his lap. Her internal muscles
clenched and released, and she lifted off him as she instinctively rode him
with ever faster uncoordinated movements. He took charge of their coupling, and
her breasts bounced with the force of his upward thrusts. When he flicked his
thumb over her clit, Macie flew headfirst into her orgasm, and he crunched his
jaw to stop himself from shooting his load there and then. Macie collapsed on
top of him, her erratic breaths in his ear the most erotic sound ever, as her
cunt squeezed the life out of his dick. By the time her breathing slowed
perspiration dotted his body with the effort it took to hold himself still
inside her, but there was another part of this mating ritual she didn't know
about yet.

He
took hold of her wrist and kissed the red angry lines of her half-finished
tattoo, that echoed the one on his own wrist, and she flinched as his fangs
grazed the tender area.

"
Kaylom
, are you going to, you know?" She sounded so
unsure, it broke his heart, and he thrust up just once, making her moan. Tiny
ripples raced along his cock, and he pulled her in for a kiss, fucking her
mouth like he needed to fuck her. He reached down and grasped her ass cheeks,
and she moaned into his mouth as he traced a finger down her cleft and circled
her little puckered hole. She was so wet that his fingers were coated in her
essence when he dipped his hand lower to the top of her thighs and then back up
again.

A
gasp escaped her when he pushed his thumb through her anus.

He
ran his fangs along her neck and nibbled on her earlobe as he thrust in and out
of her passage slowly. She clenched around the digit, and the trembles around
his cock lodged deep inside her pussy increased.

"I
need to fuck you here," he murmured in between little bites along her skin
that made her breathing speed up. A renewed gush of her juices coated his
fingers, and he withdrew his thumb and slid two fingers into her ass. Macie
rocked back against them, and she moaned her acquiescence. He kissed her again
and then pulled her off his lap and bent her over the table.

"I'm
gonna
fuck you so hard, baby."

****

The
growled words really shouldn't excite her so much, nor should she feel so empty
without his thick cock forcing her vaginal tissues apart. Every thrust into her
core had set nerve endings alight in a flurry of sensation that had left her
breathless with need and desire. Her neck was sore and her wrist still stung
like crazy for some strange reason, but all that paled into insignificance at
the burning need to have him back inside her. Macie was no stranger to anal
sex. She enjoyed it, but she'd never felt as excited as she did now. Heck, who
was she kidding? She had never ever enjoyed just being in a man's presence as
much as she did
Kaylom's
. This connection they shared
just made everything so much more intense, and sex was no exception.

Macie
grinned at the sound of smashing crockery, as he kicked her legs apart and
urged her forward until her torso lay prone on her table. With her breasts
squashed into the wood, and his hand applying pressure on her shoulder blades,
she had nowhere to go. A shudder went through her when he stepped so close that
his hair roughened thighs touched the back of her legs. His heavy erection slid
along her pussy lips, and she knew she was coating him in her juices. They slid
down the inside of her thighs.

The
mere fact they were doing this here, now, in her kitchen added another layer of
deliciously naughty to the whole experience. Her kitchen faced a busy main
street, and she had no curtains up. In theory anyone would be able to see in
and see what they were doing. A giggle escaped her at the thought. Not that
they would see
Kaylom
. They would no doubt wonder at
the strange woman who lay naked along her table.

Kaylom's
chest molded itself
along her back, and a little nip to her shoulder focused his attention back on
him.

"What's
so funny?" he asked.

"Nothing."

A
sharp pinch to the side of her breast made her gasp. That sting traveled
straight to her clit, and she wriggled her hips to relieve the resulting ache
in her pussy.

"Nothing,
is it? I think my little munchkin needs to be reminded who's boss."

He
lifted off her, and she moaned at the loss of his body warmth. A smack to her
ass ground her pelvis into the edge of the table, and she bit her lip to stop
from crying out. That felt way too good. He soothed the sting with his hand,
and then spanked her other cheek with considerably more force than the first
swat. Macie yelped and squirmed under his hands, and his chuckle seemed to echo
around the room. It only served to stoke her excitement further.
Kaylom
ran his hands up and down her spine and then up her
arms taking them with him. He curled her fingers over the opposite edge of her
small table.

"Keep
them like this and don't move, or I'll have to tie you to this table, do you
hear me?"

"Yes,"
she said, and all the breath left her lungs when he smacked her ass with so
much force she slid further up the table.

"Yes,
what?" he asked, and this time there was no mistaking the edge of command
in his voice. He yanked her head back hard, and his hot breath skittered across
her sweat slicked flesh as he nipped at her lips and throat. A feminist would
have a field day with her right now, but fuck her, if this display of his
dominance didn't turn her on even more.

What
had he said? His kind demanded their mates to be submissive and calling him “Sir”
was a token of respect.

"Yes,
Sir," she said, and he kissed her with so much passion, it took her breath
away.

"Good
girl. You have no idea how much it means to me to hear you say that."

She
blinked back tears and held onto the edge for dear life when he grasped her
hips, and pulled her down the table until her ass hung off it.

"You're
so fucking wet for me baby. You want me to fuck this sweet ass of yours, don't
you?" His breath felt cool across her slick folds, and his fingers dug
into her thighs as he spread her wider, and Macie lost the ability to think at
the first touch of his tongue.

He
licked her from slit to clit and back again, until she was so close to coming
she didn’t even know what the sounds were spilling from her mouth.

Seconds
before she reached that all elusive peak, he withdrew, and she thumped her head
against the table in frustration.

"Bastard,
err, Sir."

He
laughed and then rained a series of hard swats on her ass that left her
breathless and even wetter.

"Oh
your butt reddens beautifully under my hands, my sweet, and let's gets one
thing straight. I will not tolerate you using cuss words. Your mouth is far too
pretty for anything that nasty to come out of it. If we were in my realm I'd
shove a gag inside that foul sounding mouth and then strap a vibrator inside
you with just enough force to keep you on the edge without coming. How would
you like that?"

Macie
shook her head and swallowed nervously.

"No,
Sir, thank you, Sir, I wouldn't like that at all."

The
air displacement gave her a second's warning before he tunneled his tongue into
her pussy hole, and she climbed back up those delicious rungs of tingling bliss
before he once again withdrew.

Macie
keened her disappointment, and he delivered several more open handed swats to
her ass, before he attacked her swollen and sensitive pussy again.

Macie
lost count how many times he spanked her and then revved her up again before
withdrawing. Time lost all meaning. All that mattered were the painful swats to
her ass that morphed into blissful heat, which suffused her entire body until
she felt on fire for this man.

From
far, far away she heard his voice eventually, and she flinched when something
cold hit her ass crack.

"Sorry,
my sweet, this will only last a moment."

Even
in her blissful state of sensory overload, she heard the harsh edge to his
voice, and she remembered that he had yet to come himself.

Kaylom
slid two lubed
fingers through her nether hole, and Macie made a conscious effort to relax her
muscles as he
scissored
them and thrust in and out of
her tight ring. Two more fingers followed, and Macie bit her lip as nerve
endings flared to life. He flicked her clit while continuing to thrust his
fingers in and out of her ass, and Macie saw stars.

Her
long denied orgasm burst from her with a gut wrenching cry, and she lost her
grip on the table when the burning in her ass briefly became unbearable and
then she was full.

"That's
my girl, I'm in. I'm fucking you, baby. Making you mine."

One
hand on her hip the other buried in her hair,
Kaylom
went wild, and Macie lost herself in the maelstrom of sensations overwhelming
her. Her wrist caught fire again, and she screamed as another, much more
powerful orgasm rocked through her system. His hot cum filled her ass, he bit
her shoulder, and the world went dark.

****

When
she next became aware of her surroundings she was back on her bed, and
Kaylom
was gently washing her with a warm cloth. She grinned,
spread her legs wider to give him better access, and moaned at the slight
friction the cloth created against her oversensitive clit.

"Minx,
behave. You won't be up for another round yet."

Macie
pouted, and
Kaylom
laughed. He cupped her face and
kissed her. A tender brush of his lips over hers that made her feel loved and
cherished, and she sighed and snuggled into his embrace. With
Kaylom's
steady heartbeat under her ear, his body heat and
strength surrounding her, she felt safe and above all loved.

"I
love you," she said, and
Kaylom
hugged her
closer.

"And
I love you, my bratty little human."

The
reminder that he was different from her punched a hole in her bubble of
happiness.

"What
happens now?" she asked.
                                                                                         

His
deep sigh ripped that jagged hole wider, until she felt like a deflating
balloon. She brought her hands up to his face to read his facial expression,
and his clenched jaw added to her increasing unease.

"
Kaylom
?
You're scaring me here. You said your
bite would change me, but I don't feel any different. Well, apart from
thoroughly fucked, of course." The ghost of a smile appeared under her
fingertips, and
Kaylom
kissed the digits and then
licked the still tender area of her wrist.

"Oh,
you are different, my sweet. You're wearing my mark. It's tattooed on your
wrist as it is on mine. If I put them together like this…" He moved
slightly until he clasped her hand and their arms aligned. Sparks of heated
awareness danced across her skin where their bodies touched, and she drew in a
sharp breath at the connection that arched between them. "They are two
parts of one whole. It's a sign of our commitment to each other, and also a
sign that I royally fucked up. I should have anticipated this, after all our
connection has always been so strong, but I never thought … with you being
human and
us
in this realm … forgive me."

He
hugged her so tight she could scarce breathe, and that dreadful sense of
foreboding increased until it swallowed her whole.

"
Kaylom
, what are you saying? You sound as though this is
good bye." She could sense him withdraw from her, and every cell in her
body ached at the thought of losing him. There was a shift in the energy of the
room, and suddenly she couldn't breathe.

Kaylom
swore and threw
a cover over her nakedness as he seemed ripped out of her arms by an unseen
force. Only she felt the bed dip and lift and the air warm with the body
temperature of many beings. Hostility poured off the presences she sensed in
her bedroom, and not caring for her state of undress she shot out of her bed,
and threw herself into the general direction of the intruders, even as she
sensed their withdrawal. She connected hard with hot, naked flesh, and she held
on as though her life depended on it, and perhaps it did. Her feet slid from
under her, and air rushed past at dizzying speed that turned her stomach. Her
body floated for a suspended moment, her only contact the fingernails she dug
into the tense muscles, and then she fell to the ground hard. Winded, she
struggled to breathe. From far away, she heard
Kaylom's
beloved voice calling her name, the sounds of fighting, male grunts, and
furious swear words, and rough hands touching her.

She
screamed and kicked the unseen hands away, as a new horror dawned on her.
Behind her closed eyelids there was a sea of light. Too bright, too intense,
and she screwed her eyes shut, desperate to lock out this strange sensation.