The Vampire's Submissive (2 page)

Katy awoke on
a scream. “No!” She kicked and flung her arms out.

“Katy, Katy,
you’re safe. It’s over. You’re safe.” His voice, rich and smooth, flowed over
her, easing her from the confines of the nightmare.

“Jackson?”

“Yes, Katy.
I’m here. He’s gone. He can’t hurt you now.”

She shuddered
and wrapped her arms around herself.

“Katy? Do you
want me to hold you?” She nodded and leaned back against his chest. He was
propped up against the headboard and he drew her close, wrapping his arms
around her in a loose embrace.

“Tighter,” she
whispered, and he increased his hold on her. She tilted her head back, resting
it on his shoulder. “He was horrible, Jackson. He smelled like death, and he
called me a ‘bitch.’ He hit me. Twice, I think.” She laughed harshly. “He told
me I was fat but that he didn’t care.”

“Please don’t
take anything he said to heart, Katy. You aren’t fat; you’re gorgeous.” He
caressed her cheek with his thumb, and she sighed.

“You’re so
sweet, Jackson, but you don’t have to lie. I know I’m fat, and I’m okay with
it. Really. I’ve always been big.”

“Stop it,
Katy. You’re not fat. You’ve got amazing curves and your…”

“What? My
what?” She pressed him, grinning girlishly.

“Your breasts,
Katy. Your breasts are so full and lush. I…”

She blushed at
his praise and covered her face with her hands for a moment. “No one’s ever
said such nice things about me. Do you really mean it?”

“Hell, yes! I
noticed your…um…curves the first day we met at Bebe’s.”

“So if you
liked what you saw, why didn’t you ask me out?” Oh, god, had she just asked him
that? What was wrong with her? Of course, he’d just said that stuff to be nice.

He squeezed
her gently and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head.

Suddenly, she
realized where she was. She was in bed with Jackson Wainwright.

Pulling her
onto his lap, he murmured into her ear, “I was protecting you, Katy girl.”

His cock was
hard and pressed against her. She couldn’t breathe. “Protecting me from what?”
Thankful she couldn’t see his face, she relished the feel of his hard thighs
beneath hers.

“Me.”

“You?” She
twisted in his arms and peered up into his face. His cock jumped and she
shrieked. “I’m so sorry!”

“You’re
apologizing for giving me a hard on?” He chuckled. “You’re priceless, Katy.”

“Oh, I was
afraid it hurt.”

“No, it
doesn’t hurt. Much.” He winked at her. “Back to your question. Have you ever
heard of BDSM?”

She felt her
face flame. “Um, yes, I mean, I’ve heard the term, but I’m not well-read on the
topic.” Did dreaming of Jackson Wainwright spanking her, tying her to his bed,
and fucking her until she cried count?

 “Yes,
well, I’m not into sadism or masochism, but I’m heavy into bondage and
discipline.”

“Oh, my!
Really? What does that involve exactly? Wait. You were protecting me from your
interest in BDSM?”

“Yes. You have
a fragile quality about you, and you’re so shy. I was afraid I’d upset you,
frighten you, if I were to pursue you and share my dark desires with you.”

“That’s very
sweet of you, Jackson, but I’m not a fragile flower. My parents died when I was
little, and I got passed around in the foster care system. I had to learn
pretty early how to take care of myself. I wanted to go to college to be a
librarian, but I couldn’t afford it. I’ve been working in bookshops. I’ve saved
up enough money and have been taking classes here and there. I’ll graduate
someday.”

“Of course you
will. I know you can do it. But, Katy, about what I said before, about bondage
and submission. It’s really about trusting your partner or lover to have
control of your body, your desires, and your pleasure.”

Arousal spun
through her body, centering at last on your pussy. She cleared her throat. “And
you thought I couldn’t handle it?”

“When you put
it like that, it sounds awful, but I really thought I was protecting you. I
don’t know, Katy, maybe I was protecting myself. I’m not wired for a
commitment, and baby, you’ve got happily ever after written all over you.”

She wriggled off
of his lap and sat facing him on her knees. “You’re attracted to me though,
right?”

“Very,” he
said, and she thought she caught a flash of something dark and dangerous in his
eyes.

“So, if I said
I wanted to experience bondage and submission in a safe way, meaning with you,
would you be willing?”

“I told you,
sweetie. I can’t be in a long-term romantic relationship. I just can’t.”

“I didn’t say
anything about a relationship. I just want the experience. Well, that and I
would very much like for you to take my virginity.”

“Your…you want
me to take…dear god, Katy!”

The expression
on his face was priceless. “You don’t want it?” She asked, gazing into his
face, searching for she knew not what.

“I’d be
honored, baby, and when you’re ready…”

“I’m ready
now.”

“No,
sweetness, you experienced a horrible trauma last night. It can’t possibly be a
good idea for us to make love right now.”

“Don’t you
see, Jackson? I want to replace the scary stuff with good stuff. I’ve never
been with a man, and so right now, my only memory is of that monster in the
alley. Please, give me a good memory to go back to sleep with.”

“There’s
something else, Katy.”

There was
more? “Yes?”

“I’m going to
tell you something so you’ll be prepared, but before you leave my home, I will
take the memory of my words away. I don’t have a choice.”

“I don’t
understand.” How on earth could he take away a memory?

“Oh, god, I
don’t want to scare you. I’m so afraid of upsetting you, frightening you.”

“Jackson,
please, tell me.” Good grief, he was treating her like she was two years old!

He took her
face in his hands and whispered, “Katy, I want you to stay calm. Don’t scream.
Don’t run. Stay here with me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I
understand.” Good lord, out with it already, Jackson! He was making her crazy.

“I won’t hurt
you. I promise.”

“Of course you
won’t,” she assured him. “You’re a good man.”

He closed his
eyes and drew a deep breath. “That’s the thing, baby. I’m not a good man. I’m a
vampire.”

She shook her
head. “What? No. No, that’s not possible. There’s no such thing.”

He smiled
then, and she saw his long incisors. She reached out to touch one, captivated
by the sharp point. How would it feel for him to pierce her skin with those
teeth? Would he drink from her body? Oh, dear, god, he was a vampire! She was
in bed with a vampire. Wow.

He groaned.
“Say something, Katy. Please. Tell me if you’re afraid.”

“Yes, I’m
afraid, but I trust you. I know you don’t want to hurt me, Jackson.”

“I don’t
normally drink from humans. I have a source for donor blood. Before I rescued
you last night, I’d eaten. I was sated, so even though you bled, I didn’t feel
the need to bite you.”

“That’s good,
right?”

“Yes, but,
baby, if I were to take you, to take your virginity, I’d want to bite you. And it
would hurt. A lot, at first. But then, you’d feel pleasure.”

“I want that.
I want you to take me, to bite me, to make me yours, even if only for tonight.”
God, yes, please! She’s always been attracted to Jackson, but she’d thought he
was out of her league…looks-wise. The man was divine, after all. But now, here
he was in bed with her and she was pretty sure, he was almost willing to make
love to her. She felt herself blush.

“Are you sure?
You’ve been through a lot. I don’t want to pressure you…”

She swatted at
his arm. “Silly, I’m the one pressuring you!”

He chuckled.
“Who knew you could be wicked, hmm?”

Bravely, she
reached for the hem of her nightgown and lifted it over her head.

“Katy, don’t.”
His voice was hoarse and ragged.

But it was too
late. She tossed the gown onto the floor and sat there on her knees, waiting
for him to make a move. He was a vampire, and he was going to fuck her. If she
were the fainting sort, she would’ve swooned.

He groaned low
and deep. “Dear god, Katy, you’re breathtaking.” He reached out and cupped her
large breasts in his hands, rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. She shivered,
and he smiled. “So responsive.” He moved his hands lower, caressing her waist
and her belly.

She fought the
urge to suck her tummy in. He seemed to like her just the way she was. He
caressed her belly button, sending a shock of pleasure to her pussy. Who would
have thought? He moved his large hands to her full hips and pressed his fingers
into her flesh. Moaning, she felt herself leaning forward, into his touch. He
swatted her bottom and she squealed, loving his hand hard against her flesh.
Neither reached for the lamp, both content to explore in the warm glow of the
light. With one hand still on her hip, he traced the top of her thigh then down
to her pussy.

 “Take
off your panties and sit back up.”

She hurried to
comply.

Fingering her
curls, he whispered, “I knew you were a natural blonde.”

She might’ve
giggled had he not been touching her down there. “Oh, Jackson, please!”

“What do you
want, baby?”

You! “I don’t
know. I don’t know.”

He sat back
against the headboard and she whimpered. Spreading his legs, he held out his
hands. “Come sit between my legs and lay back on my chest.”

Eager to
please, she did as he said. She could feel his huge cock pressing into her back
through the fabric of his shorts. With one hand on her breast, he reached
around with his other and covered her mound. Gently, he pressed a finger inside
her.

Pleasure, so
sweet she thought she’d die, coursed through her veins. “Oh, Jackson!”

“Are you all
right, sweetness?”

Embarrassed,
she admitted, “Yes, I just never…no one’s ever…”

“I know,
baby.” He pressed his finger deeper inside of her, and her inner muscles
clamped down on him. Withdrawing, he pressed inside again, this time with two
fingers, stretching her hymen and making her squirm.

“Oooh, yes,
please, more.” She let her head loll from side to side, loving the sensation of
his long, stiff fingers inside her pussy. How would it feel to have his cock
inside her? “Wait! I’m not on the pill.”

“It’s okay,
love, I can’t make you pregnant.”

This shouldn’t
have made her sad, but it did.

Moving his
fingers in and out of her wet slit, he gave her a taste of what fucking would
feel like. Though judging by the size of his enormous cock, this was a very
little taste. Her pussy clenched at the thought.

He fingered
her clit with his thumb and she lifted her hips in eager response. He pressed
and rubbed harder and harder, while his fingers moved in and out of her pussy.
“Jackson, oh, Jackson, help me!”

“What’s wrong,
baby?” He stopped touching her, pulling his fingers from her aching body.

She moaned,
her jaw dropping open. “Oh, god, no, don’t stop. Please don’t ever stop.”

He inserted
his fingers again and pushed deeper, harder.

“Oh!” She felt
her body contract and break loose, soaring high above everything. Her pussy’s
spasms gripped his fingers, squeezing again and again. “Oh, god. Oh, god.”

Lifting her
off him, he laid her on the bed. He stood and shucked off his shorts then quickly
settled between her thighs. “Katy, are you sure this is what you want?”

Um, yeah,
more than breathing!
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, please.”

“So polite. So
sweet. I can’t believe I get to love this beautiful body. I can’t wait to fuck
your sweet little pussy, baby.”

Could she
possibly blush any deeper? His words set her pussy aflame. She lifted her hips,
encouraging him to take her.

“Easy now.
We’re going to take this slow, okay?”

She nodded and
placed her hands on his shoulders.

“Katy, would it
be okay if I held your wrists later?”

She knew he
was asking because of the attack. “Yes, it’s okay. Just don’t grab my throat.”

He nodded,
understanding, and she didn’t miss the flash of anger in his eyes. She knew he
was remembering her attacker and what he’d come so close to doing to her. She
shivered. This was why she needed a new memory. Something beautiful. Being in
the arms of a man who would do everything to keep her safe.

She felt his
penis prodding her pussy. How much would it hurt? “Will it hurt a lot, do you
think?”

“I don’t know,
Katy. I’ve never taken a virgin. Never in my two-hundred years. I’ll be
careful, though. I promise.”

She nodded,
understanding. “Take me, Jackson. Please.”

He pressed
against her opening and met with the resistance of her hymen. “Damn, I don’t
want to hurt you.” He drew back and she wrapped her legs around his waist,
crossing her ankles at the base of his back.

‘Don’t leave
me,” she begged.

He pressed a
kiss against her lips then drew back so he could watch her face. He wanted to
remember this moment always. “I’m so sorry, baby,” he whispered a moment before
drawing back then plunging deep.

She screamed
in pain at the sharp tearing of her hymen. “Oh, Jackson, it hurts. It hurts so
much.”

“God, Katy,
I’m sorry.” He was buried in her to the hilt. “Do you want me to take it out?”

She shook her
head. “No, but can you just be still for a minute or two, maybe I can get used
to the feel of you inside of me.”

With his
thumbs, he wiped away the tears streaming from her beautiful blue eyes. “God,
I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your
fault. I wanted this. I wanted you to be the one to take it.”