Chattanooga Supernaturals: Riding The Storm Part 22

Eric's eyes followed her across the room as she returned, and her own arousal climbed at the raw submission in his eyes. So beautiful, bound and at her mercy, with a pretty plug in his d.i.c.k and so h.o.r.n.y he'd likely do just about anything for her touch. She leaned down and let her kiss show him how much he'd turned her on, how much she wanted him, how much she treasured his submission.

As he was processing the kiss, absorbing the difference in kissing and in being kissed, she pulled the pretty jewelry out all at once, with no warning. He half screamed into her mouth, not in pain, but in surprise, and then his breathing was so fast she felt the need to talk him through a few deep breaths as she cleaned the excess lube off his c.o.c.k with another warm baby wipe.

When he was clean and his breathing was under control, she trailed the flogger at his hands so he could feel the soft strands as she told him, "You know enough about floggers to know this one's mostly for show and not pain. I'm going to whip your c.o.c.k with it, but my aim is sensation and sensory input. When I'm done with this one, I'll give you five lashes with a regular c.o.c.k whip - if you can take those five lashes and stay hard then I'll f.u.c.k you. There are bars behind you at the perfect height for my feet and hands so I can mount you here without moving you. You can stop things without taking those five lashes. However, if you end the scene I'll untie you and hold you and give you lots of TLC, but there'll be no f.u.c.king, and no o.r.g.a.s.m by my hand or my body. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

He flinched for the first few strikes, expecting pain, but once he realized it didn't hurt, he relaxed. She kept at it until he was used to it and even seemed to be enjoying it.

This was the beginnings of trust - she'd told him it wouldn't hurt, and even though he thought it would, and his reflexes had been certain of it, he'd realized she was right and relaxed as he believed. The trust aspect was such a huge part of the turn on for her, and Eric's faith in her was a gift - one she intended to repay when it was her turn to submit.

When she felt he was to the point of wanting more than the sensations of the soft flogger, she reached for the c.o.c.k whip. Her voice soft, she told him, "Five strikes, Eric. Then I f.u.c.k you. Take it for me. Take the pain."

At the first strike he sucked in a breath, at the second he gasped, but his adrenaline levels spiked and she knew he wasn't going to safeword. The third had his eyes watering and she stopped for twenty seconds to give him a chance to compose himself before warning, "Two more," and proceeded to give them in rapid succession, each strike twice as hard as the first three had been. She tossed the flogger, grabbed the bar behind his head and swung her feet to the one behind his lower back, settling her boots on the bar so the heels acted as a fulcrum.

She balanced herself, and then let go with one hand to hold his c.o.c.k as she sat on it, taking his hard length inside her. Kendra's groans mixed with his as she sank lower and lower, until her bottom touched his lap, and she froze until she was used to his width and length, savoring the feel of being filled with him, having him inside of her, part of her, joined to her.

Their gazes met and she let herself get lost in his eyes as she slowly lifted herself and then let gravity take her back down. His c.o.c.k pulsed inside her, and her own arousal took over.

She rode him for all she was worth, slow enough to keep from hurting him, but likely faster than he'd ever been ridden by a human. When he was close, she stopped again, and reached for the nipple clamps draped over the bar behind his shoulders.

She sat a little heavier in his lap as she let go with her hands, and let him see the clamps. He hopelessly tried to pull his chest back, and she looked in his eyes as she attached first one and then the other. These weren't terribly cruel, but enough for a touch of pain, more than mere discomfort.

He sucked in his breath and she smelled his pain as she lifted and lowered herself. "Do you see storm clouds Eric? Do you want the scene to end?"

"No, Ma'am. No storm clouds, but those really hurt."

The sound of his voice, straining to take the pain, almost made her o.r.g.a.s.m on the spot, but she held onto it and said, "I know."

Kendra started moving again, once more riding him as fast as she dared, since he was human. "You don't have permission to o.r.g.a.s.m until I've come twice, and then you may find release whenever you wish, but those clamps won't come off your nipples until you come inside me." Or until he safeworded, but she didn't have to keep reminding him - he knew.

Kendra came almost immediately, as she'd been on the edge of one for a while, holding back as long as she could. As she approached her second o.r.g.a.s.m about five minutes later, she could feel him straining against the straps, unable to thrust his hips because of his restraints. His muscles writhed as he fought the restraints, and she could practically taste his frustration, excitement, and the torture of being held still when he wanted to lose control and f.u.c.k her like a wildman.

His tortured arousal shot her into the most wondrous ecstasy, and she shouted her bliss as her body spasmed and jerked around and on his, and then shot into the stratosphere as she felt him coming inside her. His growls and shouts harmonized with hers, and their auras mixed and swirled until it felt as if they were one being with the same experience - both captive and captor, with no way to tell where one stopped and the other began.

She removed the nipple clamps, let her legs down and braced her feet on the floor, released his wrists, and rested her head on his shoulder. His arms came around her, rested on her back, and the two lay together for several long moments.

When she finally sat up, she casually gave him permission to rub his nipples if he wished, and she released the rest of his restraints.

Eric groaned as he rubbed around his nipples without touching them, and she kissed his forehead before lifting him and carrying him like a baby to the large padded bondage table. She finally removed the wrist and ankle cuffs, and then crawled up beside him, leaned across his chest, put her mouth to his ear, and whispered, "I'm hungry, Eric. Let me give you one more o.r.g.a.s.m."

He didn't open his eyes, just lazily moved his head to give her access as he said, "Yes, Ma'am. I'm apparently yours."

She sank her teeth into his neck, injected the right c.o.c.ktail, and he came all over his stomach and chest as she drank from him.

Kendra felt their auras mixing again, his life force languorously blending with hers, and she drank slowly, letting their auras mingle until it felt as if their souls were dancing.

Their auras didn't completely merge into one, but Kendra knew it wasn't far off - she'd never felt this close to someone so soon.

When she was done feeding, she cleaned him up with warm baby wipes again, tenderly covered him with a flannel sheet so her cold body wouldn't steal his warmth, and snuggled against him over the sheet until he dozed.

When he was in a deep sleep, she used the bleach mixture to clean the equipment, gathered the things they'd used, and then pulled the robes she'd brought earlier from the hooks on the back of the door. She put hers on, and then roused him enough to stand so she could help him into his. She walked him back to her room, mostly supporting his weight, put him into her bed, and lay on top of the blankets to cuddle with him until he was asleep.

When he awakened two hours later, she was sitting beside him in bed, working on her laptop. She'd heard his stomach growling for ten minutes, and figured he'd awaken soon, but had let his body pull him from sleep naturally.

He opened his arms to her when she set her laptop to the side and scooted down to lay with him.

"I have sandwich stuff in my mini-fridge. You want me to make you something?"

"I can, and I won't ask how you knew I was hungry."

"Lay still," she told him as she stood. "You gave me so much earlier - feeding you a three a.m. snack is the least I can do."

She worked quickly, and within a minute was sliding back into bed with a sandwich and sports drink for him.

She let him get enough calories in his system to abate the worst of his hunger, and asked, "Are you ready to talk about it?"

"Not yet. I need to process it some, I think." He met her gaze. "I thought you'd bite me to get me hard and keep me aroused. I hadn't expected you to get me to stay hard without biting me while... while dominating me so completely. You seem to've found a part of me I didn't realize existed."

"You aren't going to talk yourself out of it, are you?"

"No, I think I'd look pretty silly if I tried to pretend it did nothing for me after... after that."

"So, are we a switch couple then?"

"If you ever submit to me again, then yeah, I guess we are."

"Would a relationship really work for us long term if I never submitted to you again?"

"It would last a while, but... you're right, long term, probably not. I'm still wired to Dom, even if I'm apparently wired to submit every once in a while, too."

Kendra reached into the drawer of her night table and pulled out a stack of paper, already stapled together. "Here's my completed BDSM checklist. Tell me when and where, and I'm all yours."

Chapter Twenty-Nine.

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 a.s.sure 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 heads.p.a.ce 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 c.o.c.k 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 a.s.s 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 a.s.shole, and suddenly doubted her ability to stay still.

"On a human," Eric told her, "it isn't safe to go from a.s.s to p.u.s.s.y without washing, but on you, I can stick a finger up your a.s.s," he pressed his finger in to the first, then second knuckle, "and then go straight into your c.u.n.t." He removed his finger and buried it in her p.u.s.s.y as he told her, "This is going to be fun."

Something hard and artificial was pressed into her p.u.s.s.y, 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 a.s.s - invading, violating. She tried to relax for him, but d.a.m.n, it was hard. He circled another finger around her c.l.i.t, and she moaned into the wonderful feeling, and tried to concentrate her attention there instead of her a.s.s.

"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 p.u.s.s.y, and his finger on and around her c.l.i.t, and then the finger slowly moving in and out of her a.s.s... 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 a.s.s." He turned the vibrator off, stopped stimulating her c.l.i.t, and her o.r.g.a.s.m kept going as he finger-f.u.c.ked her a.s.s 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 p.u.s.s.y as he turned the vibrating egg inside back on, and immediately brought her so f.u.c.king 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 f.u.c.k, 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."

s.h.i.t. She started moving her hands up to do it, but this was... well... s.a.d.i.s.tic, of him. Imagine that. f.u.c.k.

She put the first one on, closing the clamp slowly in an effort to negate the pain, but it still hurt so d.a.m.ned bad she wanted to cry. Having to do it to herself was even more cruel than doing it to her. f.u.c.kf.u.c.kf.u.c.kf.u.c.kf.u.c.k that hurt.

"The other one, Kendra."

"Yes, Sir, I'm just trying to get used to the first one. s.h.i.t, 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 s.e.x, but this... he pushed until her face was pressed into his groin, and it felt as if his c.o.c.khead 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 f.u.c.king her face, f.u.c.king her mouth, f.u.c.king 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 p.u.s.s.y 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 o.r.g.a.s.m - 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 o.r.g.a.s.m tells me just how much you enjoy being used as a f.u.c.ktoy, 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?"