“It has to hurt,” Grace replied as she watched Damien turn Abby’s ass from pink to red, alternating his slaps with light caresses over the abused skin.
“Of course, it does, but the pleasure from erotic pain far outdoes any discomfort.” Jacob reached up with his free hand and cupped Grace’s left breast through her blouse, having no trouble feeling the pinpoint of her nipple against his palm. “You’re aroused just watching, imagine your reaction if you were a participant.”
Grace couldn’t imagine it, couldn’t fathom getting pleasure from pain, but she was oddly grateful for the way Jacob kept her arms pinned to her sides with his tight hold, glad that he was preventing her from jumping up and running away. “I don’t know. I don’t think…”
“Don’t think, Grace, just feel.”
Before she realized his intent, Jacob had her flipped face down over his lap, pulling her skirt up and baring her ass just as Abby cried out in climax, her pleasure evident in the way she writhed on Damien’s lap as his fingers plundered her pussy over and over. The feel of warm, humid air wafting over her bare skin accompanied by the hard brace of Jacob’s hand between her shoulder blades, pinning her in place, made her focus on her own predicament. She stiffened in shock as she felt her arousal spike even higher at her exposure to the other couple as well as Jacob.
Denial had been a constant since meeting Jacob and tonight seemed to be no exception. “How is spanking me going…” A sharp slap on her buttock interrupted her, followed by Jacob’s palm soothing the slight sting. Struggling to regain her senses, she continued, “to convince me that you won’t…” Another slap, this one a little harder made her gasp and shift uncomfortably on his hard thighs. Clenching her hands tightly on his thick calf muscle, she managed to finish with a croak, “hurt me….oh.” The third slap had her pussy heating as much as her ass, but the slight sting quickly abated, too quickly. Her pussy was hotter, wetter than she could ever remember, and unbelievably, she found herself anticipating the next swat, yearning for it as much as she was craving an orgasm. The hard jut of Jacob’s cock poking her stomach only added to her arousal as she unconsciously lifted her ass in silent entreaty.
The uplifting shift of her ass was the sign Jacob had been waiting for. His next downward swing was harder, the ensuing redness lingering as he caressed the bright mark then lightly ran his finger down her crack until he reached the soft, baby bare flesh of her damp labia. Her low moan encouraged him as he delved past those puffy lips just enough to lightly stroke over her engorged clit. Her soft cry made him smile even as he struggled to rein in his own lust, his cock so fucking painfully hard it was taking every ounce of his control not to give in to the demands of his long denied body.
Admit it, Grace. You like this pain. He knew the telepathic communication would add to the eroticism and he wasn’t above using every method at his disposal to lower her resistance.
Hearing his voice in her head again added to the heated rush of fire consuming her as did the harder slaps he was peppering her ass with, followed by tantalizing, too brief forays into her pussy, the teasing touches over her clit just enough to lure her to the edge of climax before disappearing, rudely jerking her back before she could topple over, keeping that precipice just out of reach. She didn’t want to answer him, didn’t want to admit he was right, didn’t want to acknowledge how needy she had become in such a short time. Her buttocks felt hot and swollen, sensations that her pussy reciprocated. Even though her ass was beginning to throb with the discomfort of his slaps, she wasn’t ready for him to stop, ached for him to return to her pussy and ease her pain by touching her clit again and again. When he made no move to do so, limiting his caresses now to her sore cheeks, she gave in.
Yes, I like it. There, are you happy. Now touch me, Jacob, before I lose my mind. If she hadn’t already, she silently moaned.
Touch you where, Grace? Here? He gave her buttock a much lighter tap, just enough to renew the pain from his previous, harder strokes.
Grace groaned in both frustration and need. That small tap stroked the burning embers of her lust and drove her closer to the brink of insanity. She had never asked a man to touch her, especially anywhere specific, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Please, Jacob, I need to come.
That soft plea had him so close to losing his own control, Jacob knew if he didn’t end this soon, he might not be able to hold back. She had a gorgeous ass, round and soft, her skin like warm velvet under his hand. Slipping one hand between her thighs, he entered her with three fingers as he softly kneaded her buttocks with his other hand. With one hand filled with her malleable buttocks and his fingers on his other hand getting gripped by the slick, heated walls of her vagina, he could no more prevent the lowering of his incisors than he could the lust burning out of control throughout his entire body. He knew he was too close to losing control to risk facing another rejection from her, which angered him as much as disappointed him. He had been as patient as possible, waited as long as he could, maybe too long. He couldn’t risk getting to the point of no return, of being so far gone he would take what he wanted and needed regardless of her willingness. It was time to end this, for both of their sakes.
With experienced precision, he went for her clit, grasping the small, tight bud between two fingers, milking it until she was writhing and screaming in climax.
Brilliant pinpoints of lights clashed and exploded behind her closed eyelids as Grace began to orgasm, the body and mind consuming pleasure so intense she didn’t know if she would survive it. She was still reeling from the powerful sensations, her body still spasming with small tremors of pleasure when she was abruptly stood up and released. She swayed for a moment, disoriented and confused as she looked up into the cold fury on Jacob’s face.
Taking a step back, she started to reach out to him, surprised that she wasn’t afraid so much as shocked at his abrupt change. “Jacob…”
Jacob nearly came unglued when she retreated yet again, lifting her hand to ward him off as if that would stop him. Anger, disappointment and desperation had him lashing out. “Save it Grace, I’ve heard it before. I’m sorry about tonight. I promise it won’t happen again.”
“You have to know something else,” Luc snarled as he held the scared drug dealer up against the brick building, his dangling feet kicking ineffectively at his shins. “Did you hear where they were headed?”
“I swear, man. I was so freaked out I just took off. All I heard was they were going after some fresh meat. That’s all, I swear.”
“Fucking piss ant,” Jon muttered, tightening his grip on the kid’s neck. No more than fifteen, he and Luc had come across the dealer trying to pawn drugs off on the kid. After hearing the dealer’s intended buyer had been attacked by two freaked out bad asses who thought they were vampires, the brothers had moved in on the deal to get more information. Jon hadn’t realized how young the buyer was until he snagged him before he could escape down the alley.
Luc turned his head and looked at Jon. “What do you think? Is he telling us the truth?”
“Be dumb not to,” Jon returned, lifting his lip enough to show both of them his fangs.
“Yeah, then again, he’s already proven he’s not too smart, dealing in this shit, and all.” Luc kicked the package of white powder that had dropped from the dealer’s hand. Showing his own incisors, he threatened softly, “If we find out you’re lying, or if we ever see you peddling drugs again, you’ll be our next meal. Got it?”
The dealer struggled in earnest, his eyes bulging in fear as he replayed the last time he had seen his mark, a young repeat customer who was pinned on the ground, two scary looking dudes sucking at his neck. “Lemme go, lemme go,” he squealed in terror, his bowels turning to water as he was slowly lowered to his feet.
“Run.” Luc chuckled as he took off and never looked back, not caring any more about what happened to this buyer than he had the last. “I think it’s safe to say he was telling us everything.”
“You always did have a sadistic streak, brother.” Jon turned his attention to the kid who remained mute with fear and a sense of fatalism. “What’re you doing in the Quarter, at night, on a school night? Where are your parents?”
The kid looked at his captor in surprise, before he felt the first wave of resentment overriding his fear. “Why would you care? Either kill me or let me go.”
“Cocky little bastard, aren’t you?” Luc felt for the boy. He and Jon had come across hundreds like him over the decades, and he knew there will be hundreds more in the future. They couldn’t save them all, but they could try to save this one. “I guess we’ll let the police decide how you spend the rest of the night.”
“No, wait. My dad hasn’t been around in years and mom works in a strip joint at night. Just let me go home, please. The cops’ll just toss me in juvie for the night and my mom will promise to do better when she picks me up.” He was no longer afraid these two were going to hurt him. He figured the teeth were fake props meant to scare, which they certainly had, and now he saw concern on their faces instead of anger. He could work with that easily.
“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Jon told him, the calculating glint in the kid’s eyes not going unnoticed. “We’re going to put you in a cab and give the driver instructions to take you to a group home for boys ru