Riding the Storm (28 page)

Kendra rose a few nights later, naked in her bed except for
wrist and ankle cuffs. Eric was sitting in a chair, watching her, and she took
a moment to remember she’d agreed to be in a scene with him the moment she
rose. She remembered her relief when he told her he’d accept her submission,
promised he intended to be around as long as she’d have him. Tonight she was
his, and she looked forward to giving herself to him.

He’d tried to assure her he’d stay away from pain, and
anything that might make her feel too submissive, and she’d had to insist he
not treat her different now that he knew her history. She’d submitted to many
men since those early days. As the weaker vampire, she may not have been able
to Top them, but she could’ve broken up with them at any time had she not
wanted to submit. The difference in being a true slave as opposed to a
submissive in a power-exchange relationship was so great, she’d never mistake
the two. She’d made him promise to give her the full monty, and hadn’t backed
off until his scent told her he understood.

She sat up in bed and looked around, debating on whether to
say anything. She’d fed before her day’s rest, but she awakened hungry, her
mouth watering at the prospect of the sunshine and
life
flowing through
Eric’s veins.

As always, her intuitive boyfriend said, “You’re hungry.”

“Yes, Sir, I am,” she agreed.

“Pour yourself a drink, then. No matter how safe it might
be, it sounds like a bad idea to torture a hungry vampire.”

She grinned. “Well, yeah, when you put it that way, Sir.”
She was only a little disappointed he was having her drink bagged blood. He
liked being her source of nourishment, liked knowing his blood flowed through
her… but he was also setting them up for her to submit to him, to give him her
power, and she understood this was part of it. Besides, it’d taken her a while
to convince him he couldn’t be her sole source of nutrition, and she respected
him for not making demands when he was in charge, since she was better at judging
when he could safely give his blood.

Humans seemed to be less squicked when vampires drank from a
straw, so she did. She also brushed her teeth when she finished, and used
mouthwash.

“Good. You look stronger now,” he told her when she returned
to the bedroom. “I went through your shoes while you slept, and I’ve put some
by the door I’d like you to wear. Put a robe on and let’s go to the playroom
now, Kendra.”

Her stomach in her throat, she stepped into the black heels
with silver trim he’d chosen, the heels so high she usually half-levitated and
half-walked in them. People always remarked on how she appeared to glide across
the floor in them. If they only knew.

Eric’s black jeans rode low enough on his waist she could
clearly see his the chiseled muscles of his Adonis belt, and he wore no shirt
or shoes. He walked her to the playroom, but with all of the downstairs
vampires still asleep, mercifully there was no chance of running into anyone in
the hallway.

She knew they’d all awaken before the scene ended, though,
and then the entire house would know she was submitting to him, and before
morning most of the vampires in town would have heard about it. She’d warned
Abbott, Gavin, and Josef, so they could keep an eye on the politics. Abbott had
instructed Eric to keep the door locked until the scene was over and Kendra was
back to her full capabilities.

Politically, they were sitting as well as could be expected.
She hoped no one would challenge her until the following evening, but she had
to be prepared for a challenge later tonight.

She couldn’t think about that now, though, because she
needed to get into the right headspace to submit to Eric. She wasn’t there yet,
and she had a feeling he knew it, but he wasn’t going to push things until they
were safely locked in the playroom.

Kendra knew he wasn’t happy it would fall to her to fight if
they were challenged, while he had to remind them of his agreement with Abbott,
and state any challenges should go through the Master Vampire.

Kendra’s insides trembled as Eric clicked the lock in place
and ordered, “Hand me the robe, please.”

She took it off and handed it to him, aware of how she
looked nude in the formal, high heels. What was it about being naked with dress
shoes that made women look as if they just needed a cock shoved in them?

Eric brushed her hair away from her face, met her gaze, his
bright blue eyes tender, affectionate. “I’ll restrain you later, but first I
want you to actively submit to my wishes. Please position yourself
appropriately over the angled spanking bench.”

He waited until she was bent over, and pulled one of the
rolling tables to the spanking bench, settling his duffle bag on it with a thud
before walking to the storage wall behind her. She couldn’t identify the noises
and wanted to turn to see, but knew he wanted her to stay put, so she did.

Unlike humans, Vampires have control over each system of
their bodies. However, Kendra was letting her hormones act at will at the
moment, and they were raging through her body as she leaned over the spanking
bench, her bare ass sticking up in the air, knees forced wide by the bench, and
she hoped she could stay still for whatever whipping or spanking Eric was
surely about to dole out.

She tensed when his lubed finger touched her asshole, and
suddenly doubted her ability to stay still.

“On a human,” Eric told her, “it isn’t safe to go from ass
to pussy without washing, but on you, I can stick a finger up your ass,” he
pressed his finger in to the first, then second knuckle, “and then go straight
into your cunt.” He removed his finger and buried it in her pussy as he told
her, “This is going to be fun.”

Something hard and artificial was pressed into her pussy,
spreading her wide before letting her outer muscles close as it slid into her.
She moaned into the spanking bench when it began to vibrate, but then whined in
protest when his finger went back into her ass — invading,
violating
.
She tried to relax for him, but
damn,
it was hard. He circled another
finger around her clit, and she moaned into the wonderful feeling, and tried to
concentrate her attention there instead of her ass.

“That’s good. Relax for me, give me what I want. Let me play
with you, make use of you, train your body so it can please me.”

Kendra knew she was probably moving around more than he wanted,
but he didn’t reprimand her so she didn’t stop. Her chest and head stayed down,
but she couldn’t keep her hips still. The vibrator deep inside her pussy, and
his finger on and around her clit, and then the finger slowly moving in and out
of her ass... suddenly, she needed to come. He hadn’t told her to ask
permission, but she felt she needed to tell him. “Eric,
Sir
, I need to
come, I’m going to... Aaaaahhhhhh!” Her body took over and words left her, as
all she could manage was guttural grunts and moans as she writhed on the padded
surface.

She hadn’t lost control like this in… it didn’t matter, but
it’d been centuries, at least.

“That’s good, come with my finger up your ass.” He turned
the vibrator off, stopped stimulating her clit, and her orgasm kept going as he
finger-fucked her ass and ordered her to keep coming, telling her she wasn’t
done yet.

He gave her no time to recover before he jammed three
fingers in her pussy as he turned the vibrating egg inside back on, and
immediately brought her so fucking
close
to the edge of another climax
before turning the vibrator off and abruptly stepping back to say, “On your
knees, now, on the floor.”

She turned to face him, and knelt gracefully. She may not
want to kneel, but if she was going to submit, she’d do it with poise.

But
fuck,
this was hard — she’d much rather be
restrained. She couldn’t argue her body’s reactions to his Dominance, though,
so she’d be silly to deny either of them the experience.

Eric pulled something from his bag and handed it to her, and
as the metal touched her hands she realized they were nipple clamps — not
the nice and gentle ones, but thankfully not the cruelest, either.

“Put them on your nipples, Kendra.”

“Sir?”

“
Now
, Kendra. Put them on yourself and you’ll only
have the nipple clamps to deal with. Make me do it and I’ll add weights.”

Shit
. She started moving her hands up to do it, but
this was... well... sadistic, of him. Imagine that.
Fuck
.

She put the first one on, closing the clamp slowly in an
effort to negate the pain, but it still hurt so damned bad she wanted to cry.
Having to do it to herself was even more cruel than doing it
to
her.
Fuckfuckfuckfuck
FUCK
that hurt.

“The other one, Kendra.”

“Yes, Sir, I’m just trying to get used to the first one.
Shit
,
it hurts.”

“Yes, it’s supposed to hurt. If your other nipple doesn’t
have a clip on it by the time I count to five there’ll be weights on them as
well... One, two, three…”

Kendra clamped it onto her nipple and tried not to scream as
it went on faster and harsher than the other. She looked up through watery eyes
and saw him unzipping his pants.

“That’s nice. Such beautiful pain. Now you’ll suck me off.
Put your hands behind your back and keep them there. If you touch me with your
hands there’ll be a punishment later, do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

He thrust into her mouth, his hands on the back of her head.
He knew she didn’t have to breathe, and he went all the way to the back of her
mouth and kept pushing until he was buried in her throat. He was long, which
she loved when they had sex, but this... he pushed until her face was pressed
into his groin, and it felt as if his cockhead were between her collar bones.

“Oh yes,” he half moaned, half growled. “Such a wonderful
mouth and throat.”

He pulled out and pushed back in, then picked up speed. He
was fucking her face, fucking her mouth, fucking her throat, while she kneeled
with her hands voluntarily behind her back and submitted to it. Not only did
she submit, she was turned on by it, her empty pussy complaining her mouth was
getting all the attention.

Her throat hurt, her nipples hurt, but the sheer power play
of it, insisting she actively submit to it, using her this way — her
lower body was on fire. And then she realized he was holding himself down her
throat and was spasming. Eric was coming down her throat, feeding her yet
another way, and the realization gave her a spontaneous orgasm — it was
all she could do to keep her hands behind her back.

When he pulled out, he said, “You didn’t have permission to
come, but I guess you couldn’t very well ask at the time.” He caressed her
cheek. “No punishment this time since I didn’t specifically tell you not to,
and we haven’t gone over those rules in detail, yet. I’d like you to ask
permission, but I’ll give you some leeway for a short while, as you get used to
being on this end of things.” He paused, and added, “I do have to point out how
this particular orgasm tells me just how much you enjoy being used as a
fucktoy, though, and how much it turns you on to be Dominated.”

Kendra stared at the floor and didn’t respond. He was right,
but she didn’t want to admit it aloud.

His hands came into her vision, and quickly removed both
clamps simultaneously. Kendra gasped in pain — sometimes taking them off
hurts worse than putting them on.

“Please, Sir! Permission to rub them?”

“Yes, since you asked. If you’d done so without asking you’d
have been in trouble, though.”

“Thank you, Sir,” she said as she used her palms to gently
try to make them not hurt quite so bad.

“You’ve pleased me with your submission, so I’ll give you a
choice now, as a reward. Do you want me to restrain you for the next part, or
do you wish to use self-restraint?”

“Please restrain me, Sir.”

Eric walked to the wall and flipped the switch to lower the
winch, and motioned for her to stand beneath it. A spreader bar with cuffs
already attached was on it, and he kissed her forehead before gently fastening
the cuffs around her wrists.

“These don’t look like suspension cuffs, but Abbott assured
me they are. If there’s a problem, let me know.”

“Yes, Sir, but Abbott is right, these may not work to
suspend a human, but they’re fine for vampires. Remember, they’re made
specifically to hold a vampire when most cuffs can’t, Sir.”

Eric flipped the switch and the bar went up. He stopped it
when her feet were around five inches off the floor.

He put ankle cuffs on her, and then used heavy chain to
spread her legs, attaching the last link to hooks embedded in the floor. When
he was done she may as well have been bound to a Saint Andrew’s Cross, but she
was in midair, suspended, and he could get to all sides of her.

He pulled a superslim butt plug and harness from his bag,
and Kendra closed her eyes and sealed her mouth to keep from begging him not to
use it.

“Open your eyes and watch, Kendra.”

He was standing in front of her when she opened her eyes,
and he gave her a gentle smile before inserting the plug in the harness and
then lubing it.

“Permission to speak, Sir?”

He tilted his head, considering the question, and said,
“Yes, I’d like to know what’s going through your head.”

“You like the ritual, the show. Letting me know what’s
coming, to build up the fear.”

He shook his head. “Apprehension, maybe, but not fear.
Though, I believe the build-up is more a reminder of the power exchange. I’m going
to do things to your body you’d rather I not, but my wants supersede yours.
You’ve given me permission to use your body for my pleasure, and this is what I
choose to do.” He held the plug up, now lubed and in the harness. “I intend to
prepare you so I can one day fuck your ass. I like knowing no one’s been in
there for a millennia.”