His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

He watches with glittering eyes.

“Kneel.”

My belly somersaults. A game. This is our game. I drop to my knees.

“Hands behind your back.”

I grasp my wrists behind my back and lower my head submissively.

Charlie crouches beside me, stroking my hair back from my eyes. I see emotion this time, but before I identify it, he lunges, tackling me onto my back, his hand cupping the back of my head to protect it from the floor. His fangs strike my neck, and he drinks, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between my legs.

Relief, love, passion, pour through me. I exhale and wrap my legs around his waist. I twine my arms around his neck and close my eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive my passion.

The scrape of his jeans over my vulnerable bits comes as a pleasured pain—the more it digs into me, the more I want to feel it. I follow the sensations until I come from the friction against my clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.

Charlie licks my wounds closed. “Did I say you could come?”

My belly flutters. Our game. “No, master.”

“You’ll be punished for that.”

I shiver, excitement and heat flushing through me.

He rolls me to my belly. “Bring your knees up under yourself.”

I rise to my hands and knees.

“Did I say you could use your hands?”

His imperious tone makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. I lower my head and torso back to the carpet, dropping my arms beside myself.

“Reach back and hold your cheeks open.”

I suck in my breath, realizing his intention. I reach back, taking one buttcheek in each hand and pulling them apart to expose my most private of places to him.

I hear a zipper and wait, the butterflies flapping their wings.

He rubs the head of cock over my pussy, and I relax, relieved. But as soon as he dips inside my slick channel, he withdraws and pushes against my back entrance, using my juices as the only lubricant.

My anus contracts. “You’re too big,” I pant. “It won’t fit.”

“Relax, little fairy.” He wraps an arm under my waist and moves my hips forward and slaps my ass. I let go of my cheeks and squeak, trying to catch myself with my arms. There’s no need. Charlie holds me easily suspended as he gives me another spank then another. My pussy drips from his dominance. I hold still, relishing his mock punishment, knowing we both need this.

He dips his fingers into my dripping pussy and wipes them on my anus, working a digit into my hole before I realize what he means to do.

I gasp, the sensation more pleasing than I think it should be.

He lowers my torso. “On your forearms, love.”

I assume the position and wait, a rivulet of sweat trickling down my breast.

He removes his finger and brings the head of his cock to my back hole once more. The pressure stretches.

Charlie

I reach a hand around and flick Aurelia’s clit. “Open for me.”

Her surrender cracks the remaining armor I’d put up, my mistrust of her fading each time she gives herself to me. She kneels, her ass in the air for me, reddened by my hand, willing.

I circle her clit and she relaxes, arching her beautiful ass toward me. I press my cock against her anus with more insistence.

“Open, Aurelia,” I advise.

She holds perfectly still, and I continue the pressure forward, easing into her hot, tight tunnel. I grip her hips and pull them back, impaling her ass with my cock, then easing back and repeating the slow movement.

Aurelia moans, a noise somewhere between protest and encouragement.

“Give me your wrist,” I command.

She looks over her shoulder, confused as she reaches one wrist behind her, leaning on the three points of her shins and one forearm.

I grip the wrist. “Now the other.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes what I want. She has to rely on my hold on her captured wrist in order to lift her weight off the other arm. She leans into it tentatively, lifting her arm reaching it back with a look of slight panic. I hold both wrists in one hand, her torso suspended over the floor. If I let go, she’d fall on her face. With my other hand, I grip her hair and pull her head back.

Aurelia mewls, but the scent of her arousal’s grown so strong it fills the room. She wants this as much as I need it. I pump in and out of her, fucking her ass, knowing this is the path back to all that’s good between us.

I move slowly, taking care not to be too rough. Aurelia’s cries grow more insistent, and I pick up speed, sensing the surging of cum, and remembering I’m capable of orgasm.

Thanks to her, my sweet fae mortal.

I let myself go, pumping in and out, her tight channel hugging my pulsing cock until I lose control and shoot my load with a groan. “You may come,” I remember to say, and she lets out a high-pitched squeal and orgasms. I sit back on my heels and pull her to sit back on me, gently releasing her wrists and hair. I lift her off my cock, and she groans and collapses on me, her head falling back over my shoulder.