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"Sounds too much like fuck, try again." |
She laughs and offers, "Pumpkin," thinking of the delicious pumpkin pie that the restaurant downstairs serves. |
"Cute. Okay that’s what we’ll use." |
She shifts her weight on her feet and as a chill comes, she wraps her arms around herself. |
He immediately wags a finger at her, "What did I say?" |
With an effort to obey, she forces them down to her side again. |
"Now," he continues, "this will only be a bedroom game for us. I have no want or need to take control of you at other times." |
She nods ascent. |
"And I don’t own you, you are your own person, someone who I deeply admire and respect. But now? Here? And under these very specific circumstances?" |
He stands and places his hand on her neck, curling his fingers under her chin and applying just a bit of pressure to her windpipe. The chill of his touch thrills her. |
"Under these circumstances, you are mine. You are my toy. I will use your body as I see fit. You will only speak when I give you permission to- unless you’re using our safe word- and you will only refer to me as "My Lord" or "Sir. Do you understand?" |
"Yes," Tav says, finding it difficult to get the word out with how dry her mouth has gone. Between her legs she feels a pulse of pleasure and knows that she is already wet and ready. |
"Yes what?" He says, sharply. |
"Yes... My Lord." |
An almost electric thrill goes down her spine at those words. She closes her eyes. If she is already this turned on when they have barely started, this night is going to be a lot of fun. |
"And what is your purpose?" He asks, curling his hand around to take her chin in his grasp. |
"To please you," she purrs. |
"Mmm," he responds and leans in to kiss her, capturing her mouth with his and kissing her so passionately that he takes her breath away. His other hand is in her hair and he strokes it gently as he tastes her as if he is drinking from her. When he pulls away she is gasping and her lips sting from the pressure. |
Then he kisses her again, this time biting her lower lip before pressing his tongue insistently into her mouth. He backs her slowly into the wall behind them and pins her there with his body. Since he is at least eight inches taller than her, it is not difficult for him to do so. He grinds his hips into her and pushes his pelvis into her stomach so that she can feel his hard cock pressing into her. |
"Do you feel that? You did that." |
He teases her neck with his teeth and slides both of his hands to her breasts. Squeezing one in each hand he whispers, "These are mine." He kneads them once and rolls his fingers deliciously over her nipples. Then while one hand continues to grope her breasts, the other travels down over her stomach and lower until he cups her sex and squeezes- not roughly, but not exactly gently either. "This is mine. This wonderfully tight pussy is all mine." And then as he curls his fingers and drags them over her vulva he adds, "Gods, you’re so wet. You know what I think? I think you like this. I think you love being my possession. Is that true?" |
"Yes... Sir," she nearly moans as he runs his thumb over her clit which has been practically crying out for his touch. |
"Good. Now, get on your knees," he says, backing off from her quickly, the coldness returning to his voice. Although she knows that Astarion has never participated in the arts, he would have made an excellent actor. He is, after all, an amazing liar. |
Tav is surprised by how her body leaps to respond to her lover giving her an order. She grins and drops to her knees before him as he turns and goes to sit in the chair. Although he is now sitting his posture remains commanding and his glare is intense. |
As she starts to look up at him he says, "Keep your eyes on the floor, anywhere but looking into my eyes. You’re not worthy of making eye contact with me." |
Instead, Tav keeps her eyes around his navel and watches as he begins to unbutton his shirt. Once he is stripped to the waist, she is struck by the power imbalance in how they are dressed. She is chilly and completely nude trying not to shiver as she feels the cold air on her most sensitive parts and her nipples are painfully hard from the cold. But he is only shirtless. Of course, he looks magnificent shirtless, all hard muscles and sinew. |
"Crawl to me," he orders. |
She hesitates, a blush rising from below her collarbone. She didn’t know what she had expected exactly but it wasn’t this. |
"I know that there is nothing wrong with your hearing, Pet." |
Again she balks, torn between the desire to obey and the humiliation she knows doing so will bring. This is her lover, he has seen all of her. She trusts that she can be vulnerable around him, but this is a new level of it, one she has never explored before. |
"We’re not off to a great start here," he says impatiently, tapping his foot for emphasis. "Would you like me to count? If I reach five before you’re on your way over here I will take you over my knee." |
She closes her eyes briefly and again her mouth opens before she has thought it through, "What if I want that?" Not only has she spoken without permission, but she has made eye contact with him. And he is scowling at her with such intensity that even though in her heart she knows she is no danger, she feels a twinge of fear. |
"You don’t. I can see from the gleam in your eye that you think this would be some sexy light spanking. It will not. It will hurt." |
She doesn’t answer and nor does she lower her eyes. She craves the beast she can see behind his eyes. But will she regret provoking it? |
Finally, he sighs exaggeratedly and says, "Fine. Forget the count. I didn’t expect you to incur a punishment this soon but I guess we will get to test your limits earlier than I thought. I am disappointed in you. I had expected a lot more obedience." |
For some reason, hearing him say that he is disappointed in her makes her feel like she has failed. She feels a bit ashamed of herself. |
He stands up and crosses the room to her. He doesn’t walk, he stalks. And for the first time Tav is able to see him as the dangerous predator that a vampire is. When he reaches her he grabs a fistful of her hair and wrenches her head back roughly. |
"What’s your word?" He practically spits. |
"P--- pumpkin," she stutters. |
"Don’t forget it, because you might be about to need it." And with that pulls her upward still by her hair, forcing her to get to her feet. The pain is delicious but her heart races as she realizes this is the most that Astarion has ever hurt her. And she likes it. |
He manhandles her to get her to walk toward the bed and then roughly shoves her face first into the bed so that she is bent over it. She lands on her chest with an oof. Before she registers what happened he kicks first one of her feet and then the other to force her legs further apart than is comfortable for her. This causes her to lose her balance all over again, and she struggles to recover by propping herself up on her elbows. |
He laughs. The bastard laughs at her floundering. And then his hand comes down on her ass with a loud slap. It stings and she winces but the pain is not too bad. As soon as she thinks that, though, he brings his hand down again, harder this time. He pauses after the second hit and caresses her ass for a few moments. |
But then he hits her again. With every blow the pain intensifies and soon she realizes she is biting back tears. It is not just the pain of the blows that is affecting her, but the sense of humiliation. She has never been at the mercy of a lover like this before and the pure stimulation of it is a lot. |
As he continues, stifling her cries becomes difficult. And just when she is beginning to think she can’t take any more, he stops. Again he takes her by the hair and pulls her head back. He leans over her to whisper in her ear, "Now. Are you quite ready to obey?" |
He smacks her once again and growls, "Who am I?" |
"Yes, My Lord," she corrects. |
He lets go of her by pushing her head down toward the bed again and stalks away from her. |
"Turn around," he orders gruffly from his position behind her. As she does she sees that he is back in the chair, his legs spread and his posture somehow commanding. "Kneel." |
"Good girl," he practically coos and once again she feels as if she is about to swoon. "Now do it; crawl." |
This time she does it without hesitation, her ass still stinging. As she approaches him she makes eye contact with him, trying to translate her desire into her gaze. |
"Impertinent woman," he mutters as she stops at his feet. "Put your hands behind your back. Good. Now, get my cock out." |
As he starts to sit up and reach out to him he shakes a finger at her. |
"No. With your mouth." |
Although this seems like a daunting task, she is game to try. Sitting forward, she balances on her knees and attacks the top button of his pants with her mouth, trying to use her tongue and teeth in conjunction to work out the first button. It takes her a good thirty seconds to accomplish the first one and as she begins to work on the second her chin contacts with his hard cock which is pressing against his clothes, practically begging to be released. She rubs her chin along it luxuriously and says, "Someone is enjoying this." |
"Look at me," he says with a deadly chill in his tone. When she does he says, "I had planned to just have you pleasure me in this chair. A nice, relaxing blowjob where I might push you down on my cock a little or pull your hair a bit. But since you insist on breaking the rules like a damn brat and worse, try to taunt me?" He pauses for dramatic effect and then sighs. |
"Have you ever had that pretty face of yours fucked? Had a man shove his cock into your mouth and practically into your throat while his balls danced on your chin?" |
Tav’s mouth drops open and she shakes her head, slowly. To say that she is turned on would be an understatement. Her loins might as well be on fire for all the heat there is between her legs. |
"Well, now is your time." He stands up quickly and takes hold of her arm, wrenching her to her feet. Then he lets go and pushes her by her shoulder so that she is forced back and eventually trips backward onto the bed. When she falls he laughs and says, "I have to admit that watching you, who is usually so collected and in control of her body, falling around so clumsily like this all for a taste of my cock, is quite entertaining. Such a powerful woman giving herself to me. There is nothing else like it." |
And then he rather adeptly undoes his pants and takes them off along with his underclothes before climbing onto the bed and straddling her shoulders, positioning himself near her head. |
"Open your mouth." |
When she does he immediately slides his cock into it and if she had any idea that he might be gentle with her, that is quickly dispelled. He is rough and ruthless with her as he fucks her mouth, but as she does her best to keep her throat relaxed she can tell that he is at least attempting not to choke her even though his length is such that he easily could. |
The position is awkward and something she has never experienced before. During a usual blowjob she would be more in control and at least able to use her hands. But now she is completely at his mercy and she loves it. To be used in such a humiliating manner by him is unbelievably hot. |
When he stops it is surprisingly not because he is ready to cum. Instead, he pulls his cock out of her mouth and gently pats her cheek. |
"Sit up," he orders. When she does, he moves to the floor and kneels between her legs, sliding his palms up under her ass to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. Once he has positioned her to his liking, he leans forward and licks her clit just once, slowly, savoring it. Tav nearly spasms underneath him, struggling hard not to pivot her hips into him. With one hand, he teases his fingers at her entrance. |
"Look at how absolutely soaked you are for me," he practically purrs. "Somebody really wants my cock. Your pussy is practically begging for it. Look at this." |
He raises his hand with two of his fingers drenched in her juices up so that she can see them. And then he reaches for her tits and pinches one of her nipples, hard. Although it hurts it also sends an echo of pleasure through her body which almost makes her orgasm. She is surprised at how close to oblivion she already is. |
"But I am not going going to fuck you." |
"You’re not?" Her voice comes as a whine. |
"First I am going to feed from you." |
Tav starts to move as if to sit up and give him better access to her neck but he stops her with a hand. |
"No. This time I am going to taste you here." He taps his finger on the inside of her thigh, a few inches south of her pussy. She shivers. He has never bit her anywhere but her neck. |
"You know what I think?" He says as he rests his chin on her thigh, his voice pure sex. "I think you were made for this, were made for me. My perfect meal, this is your very reason for existence, for my sustenance, my pleasure." |
His voice has lulled her into such a relaxed state that when he sinks his fangs into the tender flesh of her thigh, she is nearly overwhelmed by the mixture of pleasure and pain. The pain of this is different than what she has experienced before, sharper almost. And, probably because of its proximity to more sensitive areas of her, it is also much more arousing. |
As he feeds, he strokes her pussy and begins to rub her clit with his thumb using a circular motion. She begins to moan almost immediately and almost forgets to count. The pleasure is nearly overwhelming and it is hard to think. But she recovers herself and starts to count silently as she tries not to lose herself again in the pleasure. When she reaches thirty she groans, "Please, my lord... Astarion, stop." |
He does with an audible sigh as he pulls away. Then he licks her wound to stave the bleeding before immediately turning his attention to her pussy. Burying his face between her legs, he sucks on her clit for a few precious seconds while swirling his tongue around it and then quickly pulls away. When she groans in disappointment he says, "You forgot the theme of tonight, did you? You might get your release, but you will have to beg me for it." |
"Please, Astarion," she moans, trying to find her voice. |
He shakes his head, standing up to look at her. His eyes travel up and down her body, regarding her lasciviously but he doesn’t speak. |
"Please, my Lord Astarion. Sir," she moans. |
He chuckles and crosses his arms over his powerful chest which she takes as confirmation that she isn’t doing well enough for him. Standing there like that, naked, with his cock at attention, he looks unbelievably sexy to her. |
"Please fuck me. Please let me feel your cock inside of me. I’m not worthy of it," she tries again. |
"That’s the truest thing you have said all night. You will have to work on your begging for next time. But since I am ready for it, I’ll tell you what... I will fuck you. So turn over and crawl forward." |
He climbs onto the bed beside her and once she is positioned to his liking, she feels him kneel behind her, put his hands on her hips, and pull her backwards until she is up on her knees and her ass impacts his hips. Within seconds, she feels his hard cock poking at her labia and he thrusts forward roughly, shoving his entire length into her. |
"Yes," she cries out. |
He drives into and as he continues to fuck her his pace is brutal, hard and fast. The pleasure is exquisite as he fills her, impacting her cervix as he thrusts forward and nearly pulling entirely out when he pulls back again. The violence of it is as surprising to her as it is pleasing. |
Ordinarily Astarion fucks her for her. A practiced lover, he is always precise with the angle and depth of his thrusts and the rhythm of his movement, using all of those elements expertly to give her pleasure. Astarion is as much of a master with his cock as he is with his daggers. But now all of that is gone and he is fucking her roughly and with abandon, as if he is taking out his anger and frustration on her pussy and gods if it isn’t hot as the hells below. |
She bites her lip to keep from being too obnoxiously loud but she cannot stifle all of her cries. And surely the very sound of his flesh smacking into hers could be audible in the hall or even next door but her mind is gone, driven mad by ecstasy and she couldn't care less. The sounds that are coming out of her mouth are animal, out of her control, and soon she is spiraling into orgasm, spasming on his cock as she loses her mind. |
But yet he doesn’t stop. Instead he uses his body weight to push her down until her stomach is on the bed and her legs are flat behind her. Somehow he manages not to slip out of her as he repositions her. Hardly even breaking his rhythm, he begins to fuck her again. This time with more of his weight behind his thrusts they are even more forceful. She thinks that he surely can’t last much longer, not with all the energy he must be expending. But he does. He lasts through a second and third orgasms for her until he finally begins to smack into her with slow determination. She can feel his cock quiver inside of her and then he finally explodes, spilling his seed inside of her in bursts as he groans. |
He collapses on the bed beside her on his back and slides one arm underneath her as she rests briefly, recovering herself. Then she rolls over to face him and lays her head on his hard chest, resting her cheek against his cool flesh. She is sweaty and gross and he is forever cool to the touch. |
His fingers play through her hair, soothingly stroking her scalp and running the heel of his hand over her ear. When he hears her sigh softly at this, he traces his fingers over her ear again and continues to caress it. She closes her eyes and enjoys it silently. |
"How was that for you?" He asks. |
"Wonderful. To feel those sensations and knowing that in the end I am safe because I am with you? Transcendent. I... I don’t know how else to describe it." |
"There wasn’t anything that you don’t want me to do again?" |
"I don’t think so." |
"What about the humiliation? The things I said to you?" |
"I loved it. What does that say about me?" |
"Who in the hells cares? It gets you off and I like getting you off. Those impulses in another person might make me uncomfortable or make me think it’s about me being a vampire, using me. But with you, I know it’s not." |
"Because I love you," she says, sleepily. |
"Yes, but I think you like to submit. It’s inside of you.Maybe you have some daddy issues, but I repeat I do not care. Certain things don’t need to be analyzed. We can just be. So let’s be." |
With that, he grips her tightly and kisses the top of her head. "It’s a fantasy, Darling. And yes I do think it is a rather hot one. I know I framed this as if I’m only doing you a favor, but I am going to enjoy this quite a lot. When I was considering completing the ritual I fantasized about turning you, about having you in my thrall. It is incredibly seductive as a fantasy. But if I were the vampire ascendant and you were my spawn, those are hats we would never be able to take off. We would never be equals again. And I want us to be equal--- except for these times when we will pretend we’re not." |
She grins and turns her face up to his, "I like pretending we’re not. We will have to do this again sometime." |
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