Chapter 9

Rae.

When I see his shoulders fall I know I’ve won the battle, he will let me go. Watching as he steps toward me and slowly reaches out to un-cuff one wrist I reach up and try to kiss him, missing, I get his cheek instead and then he is on me in an instant.

Lips crashing against mine, hands tightening around my wrists, holding them above my head. When he shifts his position and captures both wrists in one massive hand, the other slides down my body, slowly working his way down between my legs to my pussy. I hear him suck in a breath, finding me wet, ready and without any underwear on.

“You were out in the bar, on that asshole’s lap, like this?” he growls into my ear. “This,” he punctuates his word with a smack on my pussy, “is mine. You,” he looks up into my eyes, “are mine.”

“Yes, sir.” I nod in agreement. My heart racing now.

When Edmund slides down the bed, he pushes my knees up and spreads them wide, exposing me to him. I watch as he licks his lips and moves down toward me. The tension in my legs is making me shake. As he closes his mouth over my clit, he bites me, hard. I can feel his fangs digging into my outer lips and I know he is going to be rough tonight, he is pissed and he knows I need it this way.

His tongue trails up my slit and swirls around my clit, alternating between nips and lapping at me with his tongue he works me into a frenzy, only stopping once, he raises his head and looks me in the eye. “What’s the rule, kitten?”

“You own my orgasms, not me. I don’t come without permission.” Watching the smile spread across his face, I meet it with one of my own.

“Good girl,” he praises me, dropping his head back to his work.

A finger slides inside me, then two, then three and he spreads them, caressing my inner walls. Slowly working me closer and closer to the forbidden fruit of my orgasm. By the time he pulls away from me again, his face wet with my arousal, I’m panting.

“Turn around. On your knees.” Kicking out of my shoes I manage to shift myself up onto my knees and turn facing the headboard, my dress is hiked up around my waist and my ass and pussy are exposed to him. When I feel him leave the bed I turn and look over my shoulder as he heads for the closet, I know what is in there, he showed me this morning, but the anticipation of what he is going to choose has me shaking again.

When he opens the door, I strain my neck to watch and see him pull out a crop, and smile, biting my lower lip. I let my fangs extend and apply more pressure. Good, I think to myself, I need the pain. But Edmund doesn’t return right away he goes to his dresser and I hear him open a drawer and rummage around inside for a few moments.

I can’t see what is in his hand when he turns around, no matter how much I crane my neck. He comes to the side of the bed and holds an item out for me to see. “Vampire gloves,” he tells me and I laugh at the name.

“How fortuitous of you,” I purr. “What are they for?”

“Sensation play, the spikes on the fingers and palms are good for spankings, but also when I trail my hand down over your skin the sensation it creates is an added bonus. Want to try them?” I nod at him as my eyes widen at the thought of being spanked with these vampire gloves and the crop.

“Say it, kitten.” I smile at his name for me and nod again.

“Yes, sir, I want to try them.” Holding them out to my hand for me to feel them, I run my fingers over the metal spikes on the leather gloves and my insides tense. “Yes!” I nod hungrily at him this time.

“Good, me too.” He winks at me and I watch him slip one on to his left hand, picking up the crop in the other. “Now tell me the truth, kitten, were you going to fuck him?”

I freeze, my mind going a million miles a minute, I shake my head.

“Lie,” he says and smacks my pussy with the crop. I yelp and flinch back up the bed away from him. I hear him chuckle. “There is only so far you can run, kitten. You want to try the truth this time? I mean, look at this ass...” He runs his hand over the curves of my ass. I know what it looks like, I checked before I left and faint handprints still mark my skin. “You think you were going to just gloss over this in his mind. Thought he wouldn’t ask you who had been beating you? He would have wondered anyway, would have asked when he saw your tits covered in my teeth marks. I told you, you’re mine and I’m going to make sure I keep you bruised and marked, every day from now on, so whenever you look in the mirror you remember who you belong to, kitten.” He finishes his speech with another smack to my pussy with the crop. It shoots through me, not painfully but in a pleasurable way that has me wiggling my ass at him.

“Dirty slut, you like it rough, don’t you?” The tone of his voice twists my insides.

“Yes, sir!” I answer him proudly. When he puts his gloved hand in the small of my back I feel the teeth of the vampire glove ever so slightly bite into my skin, he runs his hand down over my ass cheek and I arch my back, pushing my ass out for him, moaning as I do. As he reaches the sit spot of my ass and thigh he pulls back and spanks me, not hard, but hard enough. I feel my inner muscles clench around the emptiness of my pussy. I want to be filled. Want to have him inside me while he does this.

“Please, sir. Fuck me?” I ask him. When his laughter fills the room I know I’m in for it.

“When I’m ready. Once I’m sure you’re not thinking of any drunk fisherman from the pub and are only begging for my cock, then maybe I’ll fuck you tonight. Maybe I won’t. Perhaps that will be your punishment for going out and breaking the rules.” My eyes widen at his words, he had said he would punish me in other ways, ways that I would hate. This would be one of them.

I remain silent, contemplating his words for a long moment. “Do you think you deserve to be allowed to come all over my cock after you were out parading around in this flimsy little dress like a whore?” He punctuates his words by taking hold of the hem of my dress and ripping it in two, exposing my back to him. It hangs loosely from the straps at my shoulders, split up the back. I bristle, that was a favorite of mine.

His hand settles between my shoulder blades and he drags it down over my back and ass, the teeth of the glove trailing along my skin, sending shockwaves of sensation out from where he is touching me. I purr at the feeling moving over my body. Goosebumps spread over my skin and I squirm under his touch. When he smacks the left cheek, in the same spot he previously hit the right, I cry out and buck against the restraints at my wrists.

“You know, I think maybe this is too easy for you.” His words make my stomach drop and I jerk my head around to look at him, a wicked smile on his face. I watch as he moves back to the dresser and turns around with something else in his hand.

He holds a small, pink egg in front of my face and I smile and nod. When he steps behind me and runs it up and down my folds, coating it with my wetness, I moan. As he slips it into me the heavy weight of it catches me off-guard, but it feels incredible. I’m lost in the moment as he pushes it in and then slowly pulls it out of me with the attached tail, I don’t notice the remote in his hand until I hear it clicking.

The egg comes to life with vibrations filling me and my moans fill the room. I realize almost instantly what he is doing, and regret agreeing to this part of the scene.

“What’s the rule, kitten?” he asks, and I pout, I had already had this thought, but I still tell him.

“I’m not allowed to come,” I say, haughtily.

“Right.” He slaps my pussy with the crop and it pushes the vibrating egg further into me. I moan loudly again. “If you can’t keep it down, I’m going to have to gag you.” I smile at the idea, liking it maybe a little too much.

“Yes, sir,” I chirp, knowing damn well I’ve decided to be loud as I can to try to force his hand.

“You’re going to do it on purpose, aren’t you?” He trails his fingers down over my back and ass and I wiggle it at him.

“Yes, sir!” Turning, I wink at him.

“Fine.” I watch him storm to the dresser and pull out a ball gag. When he comes back over I hold my mouth open for him, waiting for him to shove the ball in. After buckling the leather strap behind my head I realize this was probably a bad idea. I can’t talk now, can’t beg him to let me come, and can’t ask for permission.

I turn and look at him, he is still standing there, nodding, watching my eyes go wide with the realizations I’m making.

“You wanted to be a big girl and make this decision for yourself, now you have to live with the consequences. Can’t come without permission, can’t ask for permission. Poor kitten.” He makes a pouty face at me, then smiles.

I jerk at my restrains in defiance, but it is no use. I feel the bed dip with his weight behind me and then the feeling of the teeth of the glove spread over my ass. When he spanks me it isn’t hard, but hard enough for them to bite into my skin. He continues, one on each side then spreads his hand over the sore spots, soothing away the pain with his non-gloved hand. I get lost in the sensation. I know I am not going to be able to hold back the orgasm when he presses the button on the remote for the egg and the low thrum inside me turns into a pulsing.

The rhythm matches his smacks on my ass and I moan against the gag in my mouth. Time goes on as he continues to smack me and just when I feel like I can’t take anymore, he tugs on the egg, pulling it from me. I sigh, relieved to have the vibrating assault on my pussy stop, but still needing to come so badly, it hurts.

When I hear a small tearing sound I turn, and can see Edmund at the foot of the bed with a condom in his hand, rolling it down over his length. I moan around my gag, shaking my head, hoping he will get what I am trying to say.

“What’s wrong, don’t you want me to fuck this dripping wet pussy?” He slips a finger inside and pulls it out, showing me how wet I am. I nod, I do. Yes, so badly I do want him to fuck me. “Then, what’s the problem, kitten? We’re both getting what we want.” I shake my head no again. “Just remember the rule. And maybe think about why you’re in this position while I fill you with my fat cock. Think about exactly why you’re not allowed to come. Then remember this moment tomorrow when you consider going out to track down some unsuspecting asshole at the bar.”

As he speaks he climbs onto the bed behind me, and puts his hands over my wrists. “I love this fat ass and how pink it turns when I smack it.” He rubs his hand over my still sore cheeks, the heat spreading through me as he does, and it is an incredible sensation.

When he bends and peppers my burning skin with kisses I sigh, loving the way he is both rough and tender with me. Rising back over me he whispers against my ear, “Ready for me, Rae?” I nod at him and arch my back, pushing my ass against him as he rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit.

“Mmm, you’re so wet and ready for me, kitten. I love how soaked you get. Maybe I will let you come so you can squirt all over my cock while I fill you.” Eagerly, I nod and then listen to him chuckle. “Maybe not.” He pounds forward into me and I gasp around the gag still filling my mouth. I feel his gloved hand come down on my ass and bite into my skin. The sensation of being so full and having him spank me with the vampire glove on is incredible.

I buck back against him, pushing his massive cock further into my waiting pussy. We find our rhythm and before long I am panting, my body awake with the sensations of arousal. I need so badly to come, to let go and feel the rush of release flow through my body, but I can’t. I need to follow his rule. He is testing me, I know it. I’m strong enough to withstand this torture. I squeeze my eyes closed and fight back the urge to let go of my self-control.

When Edmund’s hand trails down over my back, the teeth of the vampire glove bite into my skin. I moan loudly around the gag he still has in my mouth. “I’m going to come, kitten. I’m going to finish inside this tight little pussy, and you’re not. Then maybe you’ll think twice about running out hunting for weaker prey the next time my back is turned.” I flinch at his words and his hand comes down on my ass.

Fuck! I growl in my mind, needing to come. When he pushes forward into me and I feel him at the entrance to my womb, I push back against him and clench my inner muscles down around his swollen cock.

“Mmm, Rae,” Edmund whispers into my ear. Nipping at the lobe, I can feel his fangs on me and I hiss out my excitement. When he takes my cue and bites down harder on my ear, then my neck, I know I’ll be bruised tomorrow, know what he is doing to me. But I don’t care. I am a frenzy of need, anything that will bring me closer to the edge is welcome.

I’m nearly there, about to lose my control when I feel him buck hard inside me and then still. Wrapping a hand in my hair, Edmund pulls me back onto him, and thrusts into me one final time. I whine, I know he is done and I have been properly punished. My body is slick with sweat, my thighs coated with my need but not my come, as I have been fully denied my release.

Edmund unbuckles the gag and slowly removes it, I stretch my jaw and swallow a few times, adjusting to not having it in my mouth. Just when I am about to tell him exactly how I feel about his antics I bite my tongue, realizing that this would only antagonize him and cause more of these nights. If I have any hope of getting what I want from him I best be the good, dutiful submissive. I roll my eyes at the thought, me giving in to any man is strictly against who I am, but it is what I crave so badly. I am a ball of duplicity.

As he works to unhook the cuffs around my wrists he kisses my cheek. Then scoops me into his arms and sits back against the headboard with me in his lap. I look up into the face of the man I grew up with, I know it so well. Tracing my fingers down over his cheek, seeing him in this new light is still giving me emotional whiplash, but I am adjusting to it.

Edmund runs his hand down my hair, smoothing out my curls and gets me settled into the crook of his shoulder. “You need anything?” he asks me softly and I shake my head at him.

“No, just to lie here with you,” I say, enjoying the moment, happy to be here with him for now. The tension in my body is still intense from not getting my release but, I don’t care. He is right in what he did.

“Are you mad at me?” Edmund’s voice is low when he asks.

“No, I’m not. I understand. I didn’t take you at your word and I should have. I realize now that I was wrong to do so.”

“I meant what I said about you not going out to find someone else, Rae. I also meant what I said about you being punished for going out and feeding on those men. I will hold you to it if it is what you need me to do in order to keep you from putting yourself in danger that way.”

Smiling, I nod at him. “Thank you, I think I do need your help. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to stop. I feel like this craving is going to take me over sometimes.”

“I get that.”

“Do you?” I look into his eyes and see them glowing amber, I know he has his own struggles I know nothing about. I wonder how much of mine he can relate to?

“I do. I mean mine is different, but it is the same in a way. We are what we are, Rae and we cannot deny ourselves.”

“But you’re saying I need to deny myself?”

“I’m saying you need to be safe, be smarter. There are other ways we can do this. Other ways we can go about getting you the blood you’re craving.”

I sigh. “It’s not the same, it’s the hunt. It’s the control.”

“Maybe we find another outlet for you. I don’t know.” Edmund’s sigh matches mine. “We’ll figure it out. But you’re not a bad person, Rae, you’re not evil or broken.”

I smile into his chest and kiss his bare skin. “This is so surreal, Edmund. It feels so right, but so strange at the same time. I don’t know how to navigate this with you.”

“I don’t either, Rae. It may seem like I have all the answers, but I don’t. I just know I need to be with you. Be close to you.” I nod, listening to his words.

“Me too,” I confess. We stay wrapped in each other’s arms for a long while, I drift off to sleep, exhausted from the night. I wake a few times in the night and consider sneaking out and going to my own room upstairs, but at the same time I don’t want to leave the warmth of Edmund’s arms and my desire to be with him wins out.