Authors: Evangeline Anderson
“Information?” I frown. “I thought you said you’d done this kind
of, uh, domination thing before?”
He nods. “I have, but it’s been many years. The information I’m
seeking is regarding human frailty. I’m reminding myself, you see, of how very
delicate and breakable you are.”
“Breakable?” I don’t like the sound of that.
Aiden nods. “A vampire my age is immensely strong—many hundreds of
times stronger than a human man. I could crush your limbs if I hugged you too
hard or smash your skull with a flick of my wrist in a moment of inattention. I
must be always on my guard to be careful, gentle…tender.” He gives me a little
smile. “I daresay you think the punishments I’ve given you so far have been
harsh but I assure you, darling, each stroke of the belt or hand I’ve dished
out is no more than a love tap to a vampire.”
I put a hand to my throat. “Would it really be that easy for you
to…to kill me?”
“Of course it would—just as it would be easy for a human parent to
kill a helpless baby. But that doesn’t often happen, now does it?”
“No, I guess not.” I’m still not very comforted.
Aiden sighs. “I see I’ve upset you, which was not my intention at
all. I simply want you to know that I’m always on my guard around you. That I
will never be less than fully controlled, never less than completely careful of
your life and wellbeing.”
“Why do you care so much?” I ask. “If you really hurt me, I mean?”
“Because you’re rapidly becoming a part of me,” he says,
matter-of-factly. “Every hour our bond grows. I would as soon chop off my own
hand as injure you, darling—even by accident. Which is why I try so hard to be
careful.”
I have to admit he’s done an excellent job so far. True, he’s
inflicted pain on me when he punished me, but it was always in a careful,
deliberate way. I never felt, during either of the spankings he’s given me,
that he was in any way out of control.
“Stop worrying and come sit with me,” Aiden says, breaking my
train of thought. He pats his lap. “Come, we’ll watch together.”
Feeling a little shy, I come to settle on his knee. At first I
just perch there but with a little prompting from Aiden, I relax so that my
back is to his broad chest. I take a deep breath, inhaling his warm, cedar and
spice scent, filling my lungs with him as I absorb the heat of his big body.
“Mmm,” Aiden murmurs in my ear. “Now isn’t this nice?”
I have to admit it is—although a little uncomfortable. My position
on his lap makes my bare breasts thrust out and puts my pussy on display in a
most disconcerting way. I tell myself to pretend I’m at a nudist camp, to just
ignore my nakedness and concentrate on the movie. But since the Dom currently
has his submissive up on her hands and knees and is ramming into her from
behind, paying more attention to the movie doesn’t help.
And then Aiden starts to touch me.
“Look at that,” he murmurs, bringing one arm around me and
casually cupping my breast. “He’s punishing her pussy with his cock.”
“Is he?” I whisper, not sure what else to say as he pinches and
twists my nipple in a way that sends both pain and pleasure shooting through my
body. “Is…can that be a punishment?”
“Fucking, you mean?” He’s pinching my other nipple too, now.
Teasing it, causing my body to react whether I want it to or not. “It can, yes.
I prefer to use it for pleasure but sometimes, when a submissive has crossed
the line, she needs a harsher punishment. Then it becomes necessary to fuck her
roughly, to remind her who her master is.”
I’m disturbed by this idea. “You mean…rape her?”
“No, of course not,” Aiden replies at once. “I promise you, Emma,
I may at some time in the future take you forcefully, but I will never take you
by force. There
is
a difference between rape and a punishment fuck.”
“There is?” It’s hard to talk when he’s stroking my breasts and
teasing my nipples but I make myself speak anyway.
“Of course.” He nods at the laptop screen. “This submissive knows
that she’s crossed the line and earned a severe punishment. Watch…” He stops
touching me for a moment to rewind the movie to a certain point. “See?” he
says, nodding at the screen. “He doesn’t force her to get to her hands and
knees—she gets willingly into the position and offers herself to him.”
I watch quietly and sure enough, the blonde submissive gets on the
bed and spreads her legs wide for her master with no sign of reluctance. Still,
I’m bothered by the scene. “But…” I clear my throat. “But she knows he’s going
to…going to fuck her hard and she still…still opens herself to him?”
“That is the essence of submission, darling,” Aiden assures me in
a low, purring growl. “Taking your punishment willingly and without
hesitation.”
“I don’t know if I could do that,” I whisper. “If…if I’ll ever be
able to do that.”
“You will,” Aiden assures me. “In time, darling. And when you
do—when you offer yourself to me without any reservation, even knowing that
what I’m going to do to you will hurt—when you rejoice in the pain as well as
the pleasure—then and only then will your education in submission be complete.”
I don’t know if I want to be that 'educated' but I don’t say so
out loud. It’s becoming too hard to talk with Aiden touching me, stroking and
teasing my naked body until I feel like I want to moan with unreleased tension.
“Do you think she enjoys offering her body to her master like
that?” Aiden asks in a low voice. As he speaks, his hand slides down to cup my
naked pussy. “Spreading her legs and inviting him to fill her tight little cunt
with his big hard cock even though she knows he’s going to fuck her hard? To
give her a punishment fuck?” He spreads me open as he talks, stroking lightly
over my swollen folds, which are already creamy and wet for him.
“Master,” I gasp as he circles my clit with one careful fingertip.
“Oh Goddess, please…”
“It’s been a long day for you, Emma,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’ve
teased you and punished you and made you wear the harness. But I don’t think
you’ve been allowed to come, have you?”
“You know I haven’t,” I whisper back, my voice ragged. I’m so
close now—if he would just give me a little bit more…
“And you’d like to come, wouldn’t you?” he prompts me, still
slowly stroking my inner cunt.
“Yes, God, yes,” I gasp. “I
need
too—you know I do.”
“Well then, go ahead, darling.” Abruptly, he withdraws his hand,
leaving me gasping and panting and only a hair away from the edge.
I groan in frustration. “What are you talking about?”
“About making yourself come, of course. Here, I’ll show you what I
mean.” Lifting me gently but firmly, he turns me around until I’m straddling
him, my legs spread wide around his narrow hips and my breasts nearly in his
face. “Now, Emma,” he says, his eyes gleaming. “Go ahead, make yourself come.”
“I…but I…” My entire body, so flushed with desire only a moment
ago, is suddenly cold. I can’t do this—can’t touch myself in front of him. He
already saw me doing it early today when he caught me on the webcam. That was
an accident but it will still go down in my personal history of most mortifying
moments of all time. And now he wants me to do it again but this time on
purpose? “I can’t,” I say, my voice trembling. “I don’t…I’ve never…never done
that in front of anyone.”
“You’ve never had a master before, either.” Aiden’s voice has
dropped a register and his eyes are stern and uncompromising. “But now you do.
And it would please me greatly, Emma, to watch you stroke your pussy until you
come for me.”
I can’t believe this. He’s really serious—he’s really going to
make me do this. “What…what if I won’t?” I ask hesitantly.
He frowns. “Then I’ll punish you. And you won’t be allowed to come
all day tomorrow or the next day or the day after that. Believe me, Emma, the
buildup of sexual tension can be quite painful after a while.”
I bite my lip. “I’m just…I’m embarrassed.”
“Of what?” he asks softly. “You’ve got a beautiful body I love
looking at and you make the most appealing sounds when you come. So soft and
helpless—it’s makes me hard just thinking about it.” Reaching up, he strokes a
strand of hair out of my eyes. “Go on, darling,” he murmurs, looking at me
steadily. “Put on a show for me. Let me see you touch yourself—touch your
little pussy.”
I don’t know what else to do. Taking a deep breath, I let my hand
slide down my trembling abdomen slowly, slowly, until I finally reach my naked
mound. Closing my eyes, I slip my fingers inside my wet folds and begin rapidly
to stroke my swollen clit.
“No.” Aiden’s stern voice interrupts my concentration. My fingers
stop moving and my eyes fly open. What was I doing wrong? “Look at me,” he
instructs, cupping my cheek. “I want to look into your eyes while you come.”
“Y-yes, Master,” I whisper. The intensity of his gaze is hard to
bear—it’s so intimate, so invasive. But I force myself to stare into his face
as my fingers go back to work, stroking my swollen clit.
“Beautiful.” Aiden spares a glance down between us, studying my
fingers, watching the way I work on myself before he looks into my eyes again.
“I love watching you pleasure yourself, Emma. I love how pink and flushed your
cheeks get and how bright your eyes are. Not to mention the way your slim
fingers stroke that hot little clit.” He caresses my hair. “Tell me, darling,
are you getting close?”
I am, but the ultimate peak is still eluding me. Part of the
reason is embarrassment—though I’m slowly getting used to it, my innermost self
is still screaming that this is a private act and I shouldn’t be performing it
for anyone to watch. The other part is that I need something else, something
more…but what, I don’t know.
Aiden seems to know, though. “Would you mind if I helped out?” he
asks, softly.
“Of course not, Master,” I whisper breathlessly.
“Good.” Gently but firmly, he slides two long fingers deep into my
heated pussy and begins to fingerfuck me in a slow, steady rhythm. “Now come
for me, Emma,” he commands in that low, forceful voice. “Come for me and let me
feel your sweet pussy squeezing my fingers.”
Oh Goddess, I couldn’t stop myself if I wanted to! He’s fucking me
harder now, pressing deep inside me, hitting the mouth of my womb with every
thrust. And all the time his eyes hold mine with a burning intensity that makes
me feel like I can’t look away.
My orgasm hits me in a rush so powerful I feel faint. “Aiden,” I
gasp. “Master…oh!” I can feel my pussy contracting around his fingers, feel my
hips thrusting to meet his rhythm as I lose myself completely in the pleasure
of the moment.
“Good girl, Emma,” he whispers fiercely, his eyes half-lidded and
burning with lust. “Come for me, darling. Come
hard
. God, I wish I had
my cock inside you instead of my fingers.”
The thought of that long, hard ridge of flesh I can feel under my
ass sliding deep inside me, fucking me, makes my body tremble with longing.
Goddess, his fingers feel so good but I need more. So much more…
“I can’t give you what you want, not tonight,” Aiden says and I
realize I’ve been speaking my thoughts aloud. “I’m sorry, darling, but you’re
just not ready.”
“
You
are, though.” I wiggle on top of him, eliciting a low
groan from his throat. “Let me make you come, Master,” I beg, for the second
time that night. “I don’t have to use my mouth if you don’t want me to. I can
just…rub against you some. Please?”
I don’t know why I want this so much but I do—Goddess, I
really
do. And I can sense that Aiden wants it too—of course, it wouldn’t take a
psychic to feel the huge lump of his cock growing in those tight jeans he has
on.
“Very well,” he growls at last. “When the time draws closer, we’ll
have to conserve our sexual longing. But we still have days before the event.”
I have no idea what he means by this but the sight of his long,
thick cock making its second appearance of the night drives it completely out
of my mind.
“Now then,” Aiden growls, pulling me closer. “Ride me, my little
witch. Slide that hot little pussy against my cock until I coat your belly with
my cum.”
I am more than eager to comply. Pressing close to him, I spread my
cunt lips and enfold his thick shaft in my creamy pussy. We both moan at the
intimate contact and I gasp as I feel his heated shaft glide over my throbbing
clit. I’m still so sensitive from coming that I feel almost raw—the sensation
of his hot, silky skin against mine is almost too much, too intense. And yet, I
want more of it—so much more.
Aiden guides me, his big hands bracketing my hips as he pulls me
against him. But I’m not content to let him control things completely. Reaching
between us, I press his cock deeper into my folds and work my hips against him,
coating him thoroughly with my slippery honey.
I’ve never touched a man like this before, never gone so far, and
I want to go farther—want to go all the way. The sensation of his heated flesh
rubbing against mine is delicious and with each long up and down stroke the
broad head of his cock bumps over my clit and rests just for a moment at the
entrance to my pussy before thrusting up again toward my belly.