Here’s an excerpt.
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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! 