I heaved, unable to form a coherent word as the pain started to subside. I opened my mouth to speak, but before the words spilled out another slap stung the skin right where my thigh and pussy met. I groaned softly, my eyes watering as I tried to lift my head and look at him.

I recoiled slightly from his speed, knowing that Erach was a force to be reckoned with. He gripped my thighs and flipped me over. A cry sounded from me as I stared at the dull cement ground beneath me. Blood rushed to my head as well as every erogenous zone in my body. The pain I’d felt earlier from the slaps now receded and in its place was a warm, pleasurable sensation.

“Please,” I whispered and clenched my fists, not knowing exactly what I was begging for, but knowing that whatever it was I needed it desperately. Three sharp slaps in rapid secession stung my ass cheek and I struggled against my restraints. The more he spanked me, the less it hurt. Pleasure started to deeply embed itself throughout me. My skin tightened with awareness as my pussy seeped and my nipples hardened.

“Tell me what I want to hear.”

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The air in my lungs rushed out of me with every blow against my tender flesh. I moaned, not from pain, but from exquisite pleasure. “Oh god.” I was so close to coming that my whole body started to hum. Who knew being spanked would be so tantalizing and arousing that I could get off? I cried out in pleasure again as I felt his mouth latch onto my pussy. He sucked and licked like a rabid animal, his grunts and growls against my flesh sending vibrations straight to my clit. I was so close to having the best orgasm of my life.

On and on he went until I cried for release, begged him to fuck me, penetrate me, do anything to extinguish the ache I felt. Right before I was about to explode, he ripped his mouth from me and spun me back around. I stared at the ceiling and gasped in shock.

“Until you tell me what I want to hear, your punishment will continue.”

He got me out of the swing and carried me over to a tall wooden table. At first I didn’t know what he meant, but slowly my brain started to function again. If I was his prisoner, I refused to relinquish the small amount of power I seemed to hold. When he set me on my feet I wobbled, the euphoric high I felt still teetering on the edge and making me uncoordinated. I didn’t protest as he pressed me against the smooth wood, my upper body draping over it and hanging off the other side.

He spread my legs as wide as they would go, but I didn’t dare turn around to see what he was doing. I felt something cool and thick clasp around my ankles along with some tugging and pulling. I sensed him standing, watching me, appraising me even, and then he stepped in front of me. I tried to close my legs but whatever he had attached to my ankles kept my legs firmly open. He placed leather straps around my wrists, and then attached them to the wall. My whole body felt like it was on fire, like flames burned me alive from the inside out. The only remedy was his monstrous cock fucking me, and how I came to that conclusion was a mystery I was not sure I wanted to explore.

I was to the point that I would have begged him, would have told him anything he wanted to hear, but before I could form any words he was behind me and spreading my ass cheeks apart. I squirmed, uncomfortable with this unusual position and having parts of me that were always private so exposed. A sharp slap against my ass stilled my movements.

I was like Pavlov’s dog. Just the feel of his palm against my flesh, that little sting of pain, and my pussy was crying with need. I closed my eyes as the warm burn from his skin against mine seeped into my bones. I felt his finger run circles around my pussy hole, finally slipping the digit into me and teasing me from the inside out. I forced myself to stay still, not wanting to give him a reason to stop his ministrations. In a matter of seconds he had two more fingers in me, shoving them so hard and fast in my pussy I thought I would come right then. I was stretched and filled, unable to think.

Almost there, just a little harder, a little faster.

I cried out soundlessly when he pulled his fingers free and gave my clit a good slap, the sound wet and erotic. The pleasure was still there, but I was so on edge I knew if he were to blow on my clitoris I would explode.

“Tell me who your master is. Tell me who this pretty cunt belongs to.” His whisper was right by my ear.

He snaked his hand out and started tweaking my nipples with his calloused, big fingers. Erach lifted me slightly, shoving the table away and letting go of my body. The feeling of falling forward assaulted me at first, but then the rope attached to my wrists and the contraption around my ankles kept me suspended in the air. The sensation of hanging midair was odd, but when I finally felt the tip of his massive cock nudge my pussy hole, everything else left my brain.

Oh. God.

Finally.

“Tell me.” His roar was so loud I feared the walls would tremble with fear. He grabbed my hair and tilted my head to the side, baring my throat. “You will be my greatest victory, sweet Nena.”

I didn’t comment on how he knew my name, didn’t even care. What I did know was I would tell him anything he wanted. “You. You are my Master, Erach.” His loud growl of approval vibrated my very flesh. He shoved all those hard, stiff inches into me at the same time that his mouth went to my neck. And then I felt him pierce my skin, those deadly fangs sliding deep into my body.

My pussy felt so stretched; it burned so good. I could feel him drawing on my neck, sucking my life force out of me to nourish himself. He slammed his hips into me so forcefully that I rocked on my restraints, swinging in the air with nothing to grab on to. The only things that kept me mounted on his shaft was his hand, now gripping my hip almost painfully.

In, out. Harder, faster.

He was ruthless in his onslaught, bringing me closer to the most mind-blowing orgasm I’d ever had. I bit my lip, tasting blood just as my clit swelled even further, my whole body tightening as my climax slammed into me. My nipples puckered and my pussy squeezed his cock. I opened my mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but his palm slapped over my mouth just as I groaned. I felt his fangs slide out of my throat, and smelled my blood on his breath as he murmured in my ear.

“You do not speak or make a sound unless I deem it so.” He released his hand from my mouth, but didn’t stop thrusting in and out of me.

He positioned both hands on my waist, clutching me tightly as he pounded into me. Once, twice, and on the third pump he buried himself so deeply inside of me I felt the hard jets of his cum fill me. His orgasm set off another stronger, more powerful climax inside of me. I contained the wail that was about to breach my mouth. When I finally drifted down from my high I let my head hang and took a steady, deep breath. Erach stroked my sides with the backs of his fingers before he pulled his still-hard shaft from me.

His semen seeped from my pussy, mixing with my arousal, and making me feel soaked between my thighs. I also felt warm wetness slide down my chest. I glanced down and watched as two crimson trails of blood made their way toward my breast. Erach stepped away and I immediately felt the coldness of the room. A shiver worked its way through me, but he was right beside me again, helping me out of the restraints and holding me to his chest. And then, just like I’d known, the only thing I heard was the silence from his cold, dead heart.

He stepped away and I looked into his green eyes.

He handed me my coat, the only article of my clothing that had survived his passion. The door opened on its own accord and Erach led me out of the room, up the stairs, and into the main club. Everything was now empty, dark, and eerie. We walked to the center of the room, my mind and body a haze from my earlier activates. I tilted my head and looked up at him, not able to gauge his reaction.

“Until next time, mon petit.”

And then he was gone, and I stood there alone and confused. I turned in a slow circle, and looked down at myself. I was fully dressed again, my clothes not ripped and torn from the paranormal passion I had just experienced. I shivered, and brought the lapels of my coat closer to me. All around was the dust- and grime-encrusted furniture and the distinct smell of decay and age. I walked to the door, stopping and glancing down at the drop of my blood that littered the floor. The red seemed to glow in the darkness, a testament to what a small sacrifice had opened up.

Life and the unknown.

I would have questioned whether this had really happened, but I was wet and sore between my thighs, and the memories of what I had experienced played through me. I had certainly got what I’d wanted.

I smiled to myself, knowing exactly what my plans for tomorrow night were.