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The setup: Darlene and Jon just met at Happy Humping, a sex
shop in San Francisco. Darlene, who’s new to the scene, goes home with
Jon, a dom who promises to teach her what she wants to know -- and also
doesn’t know she’s a vampire. They start off by watching an instructional
video called "Alice in Bondageland, or No Pain, No Gain." Then Jon invites
Darlene to reenact what they just saw.
* * * *
"Take off your clothes.," Jon commanded. He picked up a flogger
and Darlene shivered. Did he mean a striptease or just the kind
of disrobing she did every morning before she changed into her pajamas
and climbed into her coffin?
"I’m waiting." He impatiently flicked the flogger.
It made a sharp whistling sound as it sliced the air.
Darlene undressed with lightning speed. She hadn’t
been stark naked in front of anyone in a very long time. She’d
never been an especially exhibitionistic type, and her normal first
instinct would be to cover up her breasts and pussy. But, despite the
softness and imperfections of her body now, she dared herself to stand
straight and proud before Jon’s scrutiny.
"You’re very pale. Like you never get any sunshine."
"An allergy," she improvised.
"Whatever. I like your whiteness. Hell, some people
use powder or other makeup, and they don’t manage to look nearly
as good as you do. Natural."
Darlene stifled her chuckle at that, looked at him
and saw his pants bulge out more than before. Evidently her lack
of color and everything else about her body were having the desired
effect.
"Stand perfectly still," he barked, coming closer.
He put the flogger down carefully on an end table and ran his hands
over her body, raising goose bumps wherever he touched her with his
callused fingers.
"Good," he said at last. "Now I’m going to sit down
in the chair across from the bed. Lie across my lap."
Jon positioned himself in the ebony wood chair, his
legs spread out in a Vee from his crotch, his erection tenting up
his pants in the most beguiling way. Darlene, whose pussy now ached
for attention, lay down over his lap. His cock hit her tantalizingly
at her navel, which was fun but not nearly enough to meet her growing
needs. She wriggled to slide farther down, so her clit would land strategically
and she could treat herself to some targeted thrusting.
But Jon didn’t appear about to indulge her, yet. He
put his arms around her and, grunting, powerfully pulled her back
to her first position.
Darlene really wanted to rub her clit against that
gorgeous bulge now. She repeated her previous slide, and he once
again put her back where she’d been. Before she had a chance to move
or say a word, she felt a stinging on her butt. Once, twice, three times.
Her blood supply began to move to her cheeks, which felt fiery red.
Wherever Jon’s blows -- which now came faster -- landed, Darlene
experienced a stinging like a swarm of wasps attacking. Pain, but something
else. Something much more subtle and exciting. Darlene bit back a moan
of pleasure and arousal, as her clit began to throb so strongly she was
sure he must feel it though the leg of his leather pants.
Jon’s cock was now jammed more intensely against her
belly, and Darlene grew more excited to feel how his level of arousal
was rising. She couldn’t help herself now. She opened her legs so
her clit was fully pressed to his leg, and she began rubbing herself
against him as like a squirrel with an itch against a tree trunk. The
pressure sent shooting stars up and down her spine, and Darlene’s
fangs began to extend. She didn’t know where to focus first -- her
pussy or her fangs.
"Lie still," he commanded, planting his firm hand between
the mounds of her ass. "I’ll let you know when you’re ready for what
you want."
If only he knew everything she wanted…
He spanked her seven more times, each smack coming
stronger and faster than the one before. "Your ass is beginning
to glow like a red light," he growled. "But here red light doesn’t
mean stop."
Was she supposed to talk now? Her fangs were fully
descended, and there was no way she could get them to retract.
Not until she had the satisfaction she was dying for—above and below.
Now her need to feed outstripped her sexual arousal. And, if memory
served correctly, she could feed a lot faster than she’d be able to
come. Especially because she was only going to drink a small amount
from Jon. She wanted him at full power for when he finally gave her
what she wanted.
He spanked her again. "Why didn’t you answer me when
I asked you a question?"
In response, Darlene hoisted herself up and turned
full face to Jon.
"What -- ?" She had opened her mouth in full vampire
smile, now finally revealing her true nature to Jon.
Jon’s eyes popped open and he dropped the flogger.
"What the hell!"
"I’m hungry now." Darlene greedily eyed his jugular.
He exhaled. "Good trick, but not part of this scene."
He started to reach around her.
"It is now," Darlene countered, right before she took
her first sense-rattling swallow.
©
2004 Mardi Ballou
Finalist in RWA’s 2005 PRISM contest! 