Chapter 22
My heart accelerated. My pussy was soaking wet, and the moment he removed his pants, I wanted to scream, stop! I had to bite my tongue to keep from saying it. He placed the belt beside the bed, and pulled my ankles to him.
“I’ve imagined what this would be like a million times, sweet girl. The noises you’d make for me, and the sweet taste of your flesh,” his mouth lowered to kiss one ankle and then the other one. “The way you’d scream as I pumped my cock into your tight sheath,” his fingers slid further up until they held my thighs and pushed them apart. My hands strained to touch him, but he locked his eyes with mine and all thoughts of anything other than where his lips would go next evaporated from my mind. He kissed my inner thighs, trailing his tongue in an erotic pattern of swirls and kisses. “I’m going to fucking destroy you, Emma, until you want no other man. You’ll be begging me for more, demanding I fuck your tight pussy because you want no other but me between your legs,” he growled huskily.
Maybe the drugs were still going strong in my bloodstream, because sweat was pooling between my legs, as well as the back of my neck. My hips had begun to rock with need, and as his hands slid further up until he held my thighs apart, his mouth hovered over the one place I craved him most.
“You want me to kiss you here?” he rasped as his tongue slid over my wet heat. I cried out with need, and made other inhuman noises. “Fuck, you taste better than the last time I kissed you here.”
I was shocked that he’d kissed me there again, for all of about two seconds before it was replaced with need. Addy once told me men didn’t normally go down there with eagerness, yet he went straight for it. My hands held the rope as he controlled my legs, which tried to trap his head in place the moment that hot, seductive tongue had touched my flesh.
“Open your legs, now,” his voice was stern and held an air of authority. I immediately obeyed him, but it wasn’t because he had control. At least that’s what I told myself. “Look at yourself,” he continued. “Look at how wet that sweet pussy is from just one lick,” he said, as he indicated just how wet he’d made me. “I’m going to make you come, and I want you to watch me do it,” he said as he moved to place pillows behind my head.
I braced for the part which would hurt, and embraced it. Only he had no plans of penetrating me. Yet. He sat between my legs and stroked his cock slowly; the silken skin had swollen, leaving a monster of a cock in its place. I’d watched R-rated movies, and yes, even some XXX-rated ones, and I was pretty sure I could make the educated guess that they seriously didn’t make men like him anymore. I’d now seen it a few times, and was pretty sure I hadn’t imagined its magnitude.
“You were made for it,” he said guessing where my thoughts had gone to. “You’ll take it all and more if I tell you to.”
“That thing isn’t normal,” I whispered.
“Says the twenty-one year old virgin?” he smiled.
“Are you going to do it?” I asked unsure of how he planned to make me come, and if he’d be inside of me for it. I just knew there was a serious pressure in the lower part of my body and I felt like a needy bitch. I wanted him to make it happen again, and by happen, I meant right freaking now.
“It’s not going to be fast, Emma, I told you that. I’m going to need to prepare you for me, and that’s going to take time…which I plan to enjoy. Have you ever sucked a cock?”
I blinked. “Virgin?”
“Fuck, this is going to be so much fun. I’m going to enjoy this far more than I thought I would. I think this may actually take days to do properly,” he said with a devilish grin on his face.
I had a feeling by the time I left him tomorrow, I’d be hardly able to walk. He reached up and pinched one nipple and then the other, his eyes never leaving mine. His other hand pushed against my pubic bone with just enough pressure that heat flared in my core.
“You know one of the good things about being a vampire, Emma?”
“What?”
He focused intently on what he was doing to me, “I can hear your heart speed up when you’re afraid, or when you like something. For example, you like it. You get turned on waiting for it to turn from pain to pleasure,” he whispered as he bit his lower lip seductively.
“Pain is not a good thing,” I whispered.
He smiled. “No?” he asked as his hands left my body and he lifted both of my legs up. My ass was fully exposed. I felt a bead of trepidation as his hand slapped my flesh sharply.
I cried out, and yes, for all of ten seconds I wanted to slap him for doing this to me as I had the first time. Only, I felt my heart beat faster with anticipation for the pleasure it would bring. The next one burned my flesh, and yet my pussy grew wetter as it had the first time he’d done this. The next one was harder, but no longer painful. The sound of his hand as it smacked my flesh burned my ears but his hand against my flesh was pleasurable. I’d surely have a red ass in the morning, but the moment his hand massaged it, I moaned with pleasure. He pulled his hand away and slapped it harder, this time he allowed his hand to slap between my legs with the perfect weight behind it.
“Fucking hell, you’re a natural at this, sweet girl,” he said with a heavy accent this time. He released one leg and his fingers slid over my very wet opening. “You’re already wet enough to fuck.”
I pushed myself against his fingers, but he removed the hand. He leaned over me and smiled as his mouth claimed mine in a kiss of total domination. When he pulled away, he smiled, but the darkness was back.
“Who is in control?” he asked.
“You are,” I replied.
“What do you want me to do to you?”
“Everything,” I answered, surprising even myself.
“You don’t know what you are asking for, but I damn well plan to show you.”
His head lowered to my breast, where his fangs scraped across the skin painfully. I watched him as he lifted those sea green eyes to mine and bit into the soft tissue of my left breast. Pleasure erupted from deep inside of me, shaking my entire world, and spinning it from its axis. I moaned as he took the first pull, and then another. It was over as quick as it had started. He flicked one nipple, which was as hard as a pebble, and then the other.
“Good girl,” he said as he moved from the bed and placed a full size standing mirror at the end of the bed so I could see myself and him when he rejoined me. His smile was devastating as he watched my reaction to my own nakedness. “That’s what you look like to me, Emma, absolutely perfect. Do you see how much I want you? And why I want you?”
I looked as if I’d been replaced with some sultry pinup girl. My nipples were bright pink from where he’d flicked them. My core was exposed to his greedy eyes, and even from where I lay, I could see the slick mess he’d created. My hair was a mess, but it looked as if I’d planned it right down to the last strand. My lips were swollen, as if I’d spent the last hour doing nothing but kissing him.
I tore my eyes from myself as he rejoined me on the bed. He was hard, and ready. But he didn’t use it yet. Instead, he smiled as one hand parted my core and the other inserted one finger, and then another. “So fucking slippery with need; can you see how wet you are? Can you hear it? Hear the sound it makes as I fuck it, and fill it with my fingers? You’ll take more, and you’ll beg for it, Emma. By tomorrow this sweet flesh is going to be swollen and sore from me fucking it. You’ll remember it for days, and then right when your sweet pussy starts to recover, I’ll fuck it again, only harder.”
“Mmm, yes,” I murmured around moans. He inserted another finger, and then his thumb slid over my clit and I twisted in his hold.
“Part your legs, now,” he growled and I tried my best to do as he asked. The noise of his fingers as they entered and parted my flesh eventually took over. “Fuck them,” he encouraged, and then smiled. “Like this,” he instructed as he pushed them inside, only to use his other hand as he slid it beneath my ass and lifted and then lowered at a steady pace. “Like that, now don’t take your eyes from mine. I want to see you as this pussy clenches against my fingers, and your sweet juices building to take more. Feel the way it’s sucking against them as it begs for more?” he stopped the hand which remained under my ass, as he inserted another finger until it was painfully full. “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
“Jaeden,” I whimpered as I felt the growing tension coil in my belly.
“Let it go, and come for me, Emma, come hard.”
I shattered. My body felt boneless as blackness filled my mind. Stars erupted as my body continued rocking, even though his hand had stopped moving. I tried to keep my eyes locked with his, but I couldn’t see anything. I was still in that euphoric state when I felt him move between my legs.
I moaned as I felt him nudge my legs further apart. “I can’t wait any longer to be inside of you,” he growled before he pushed his cock inside of me.
There was pain. So much pain that I cried out as my body pushed away from his where he was tearing me apart from the inside. He groaned as I screamed, my nails cut through the soft tissue in the palm of my hand. “We don’t fucking fit! Get that damn thing out of me!” I wailed.
“Emma, stop moving,” he replied gutturally. “There’s a lot of blood.”
“Odin, Mercy, Fucking, Glory! Holy Satan’s golden dick, that shit hurts!” I babbled as I tried to get away from that thing.
He laughed. He fucking laughed! His grip had tightened so I couldn’t move away from him. I tried to stop the need I felt to get him out of me. I could smell my own blood, and when I looked up at him, it was to find his eyes glowing red and his fangs dangerously long. No wonder he’d sounded all guttural and shit. I was fucking Dracula! It put an entirely different spin on Vlad the Impaler!
He pulled out a fraction and moved it back inside. Tears trailed down my cheeks. His eyes locked with mine as he reached up and tore the ropes that held my hands in place easily. His hands captured mine, as he gathered my wrist in one of his large hands, brought them down against my stomach. His other hand lifted one leg, and then the other, until they both rested on his shoulders. He pulled out and began moving slowly.
“You fit me like a glove,” he growled.
“No shit! Dude, you ripped me open, that thing is never gonna be the same again!”
He gave me a wicked grin. “I believe I told you that that was my plan from the start of this, didn’t I?”
After a few moments of his gyrating hips, it stopped hurting and started to feel good. No, wait, it started to feel really good. The pleasure began to spike and throb. I bucked against him for more as my eyes closed. “Oh hell,” I growled, matching his own tone. “That’s nice.”
“Fuck, you’re so sweet,” he whispered as he pulled out to the tip and then drove his cock deep inside. “Too sweet, Emma, you need to come for me.”
As if he needed to remind me? I was falling over that cliff like a cliff diver on steroids. It took exactly three more moments of him rocking those hips for me to find my happy place and jump. My nipples hardened and slick heat filled my center right before I detonated and screamed his name to the throaty sound of his laughter.
I felt his body tense as his cock pushed inside harder, and then my legs were pushed to my shoulders and he let loose. The sound of flesh meeting flesh was erotic and filled the room. His grunts met my moans and I exploded again. I’d heard that virgins didn’t get off the first time normally, which, let’s just say, helped me keep my V-card for so long. What the fricking hell was the point in doing it if only he got off? Jaeden was proving everything but the pain part wrong.
“Good girl,” he whispered as he claimed my lips. His entire body went tight and new warmth filled my center. He was coming, and his eyes held mine captive as I watched his pupils dilate with pleasure. And, after a few moments, his fangs retreated back to a normal size. This sexual tension between us had been leading up to this moment, and right now, I didn’t regret my choice.
When he was finished, he got up and walked his very firm, very sexy naked backside across the room and retrieved a cloth. I watched him leave the room and return with it wet. He washed the blood from between my legs and then kissed the sensitive nub which now felt severely swollen.
He crawled onto the bed and lay beside me, pulling my body close to his. “Thank you for the gift, Emma. It was worth the chase, and the blue balls to get it.”
“I gave you blue balls?”
“Woodpecker.”
I blushed, but barely concealed the sultry smile from him. Fricking woodpeckers. “I’m glad I saved it for you.” I said as sleep overtook my eyes and mind.
“Get some rest; round two starts soon,” was the whispered warning that filtered through my foggy brain.
He pulled me close and tucked me into the protection of his arms. I slept, blissfully unaware of anything else in the world except for how cherished I felt locked in his embrace.