Wicked Deeds Page 2

  “Look at how you weep for your master.” He stepped forward, rubbing his palm along the erection that strained against the material of his fly.

  He shucked off the pants, and my eyes grew wider, my mouth drying as I took in the size of his cock. He was monstrous, his shaft the same huge proportions as the rest of his body. He stepped closer until I could feel the silky smooth skin of his erection against my cleft. He dropped to his haunches, his humid breath blowing across my exposed genitalia. All thoughts left my brain when I felt the slightly rough slide of his tongue along my cleft.

  “Tell me who this pretty cunt belongs to.”

  I gasped, panted, silently screamed as he continued to lollipop me: flattening his tongue on my slit and dragging it up to my clitoris. I closed my eyes, a moan welling up in my throat and stopping when I felt him pull away. Before I could inhale, a stinging slap landed on my pussy. I snapped my eyes open, my breath catching as searing pain assaulted me.

  “I said tell me whose cunt this is!” His voice had gone rougher, louder, and more aggressive.

  I heaved, unable to form a coherent word as the pain started to subside. I opened my mouth to speak, but before the words spilled out another slap stung the skin right where my thigh and pussy met. I groaned softly, my eyes watering as I tried to lift my head and look at him.

  He stood so fast that I recoiled slightly, knowing that Erach was a force to be reckoned with. He gripped my thighs and flipped me over. A cry sounded from me as I stared at the dull cement beneath me. Blood rushed to my head as well as every erogenous zone in my body. The pain I felt earlier from the slaps was now receding and in its place was a warm pleasurable sensation.

  “Please.” I whispered as I clenched my fists, not knowing exactly what I was begging for, but knowing whatever it was I needed it desperately. Three sharp slaps in rapid succession stung my bottom, and I struggled against my restraints. The more he spanked me, the less it hurt. Pleasure started to deeply embed itself throughout me. My skin tightened with awareness as my pussy seeped and my nipples hardened.

  “Tell me what I want to hear.”

  Slap. Slap. Slap.

  The air in my lungs rushed out of me with every blow against my tender flesh. I moaned, not from pain, but from exquisite pleasure. “Oh, God.” I was so close to coming that my whole body started to hum. Who knew being spanked would be so tantalizing and arousing that I could get off?

  I cried out in pleasure as I felt his mouth latch on to my pussy. He sucked and licked like a rabid animal, his grunts and growls against my flesh sending vibrations straight to my clit. I was so close to having the best orgasm of my life.

  On and on he went until I cried for release, begged him to fuck me, penetrate me, do anything to extinguish the ache I felt. Right before I was about to explode, he ripped his mouth from me and spun me back around. I stared at the ceiling and gasped in shock.

  “Until you tell me what I want to hear, your punishment will continue.”

  He got me out of the swing and carried me over to a tall wooden table. I still didn’t know what he meant, but slowly my brain started to function again, and it dawned on me what he wanted to hear. If I was his prisoner, I refused to relinquish the small amount of power I seemed to hold. When he set me on my feet I wobbled, the euphoric high I felt still teetering on the edge and making me uncoordinated. I didn’t protest as he pressed me against the smooth wood, my upper body draped over it and hanging off the other side.

  He spread my legs as wide as they would go, but I didn’t dare turn around to see what he was doing. I felt something cool and thick clasp around my ankles along with some tugging and pulling. I sensed him standing, and then he stepped in front of me. I tried to close my legs, but whatever he had attached to my ankles kept me firmly open. He wrapped studded leather straps around my wrists and then strung them to a hook on the wall. My whole body felt like it was on fire, like flames were burning me alive from the inside out. The only remedy was his monstrous cock filling me.

  I was to the point that I would have begged him, would have told him anything he wanted to hear, but before I could form any words he was behind me and spreading my ass cheeks apart. I squirmed, uncomfortable with this unusual position. A sharp slap against my ass stilled my movements, and I stared at the wall.

  I was like Pavlov’s dog. Just the feel of his palm against my flesh, that little sting of pain, and my pussy was crying with need. I closed my eyes as the warm burn from his skin against mine seeped into my bones. I felt his finger run circles around my opening, finally slipping the digit into my vagina and teasing me from the inside out. I forced myself to stay still, not wanting to give him a reason to stop his ministrations. In a matter of seconds he had two more fingers in me, shoving them so hard and fast in my pussy I thought I would come right then. I held my breath, knowing that maybe if I held still and stayed quiet he would keep it up. Almost there, just a little harder, a little faster.

  I cried out soundlessly when he pulled his fingers free and gave my clit a good spank, the sound wet and erotic. The pleasure was still there, but I was so on edge I knew if he were to blow on my clitoris, I would explode.

  “Tell me who your master is. Tell me who this pretty cunt belongs to.” His whisper was right by my ear, his chest covering my back.

  His hand snaked out and started tweaking my nipples, pulling on them with such force I arched my back. He lifted me slightly, shoving the table away and letting go of my body. The feeling of falling forward assaulted me at first, but the rope attached to my wrists and the contraption around my ankles kept me suspended in the air. The sensation of hanging midair was odd, but when I finally felt the tip of his massive cock nudge the opening of my sex, everything else left my brain.

  Finally.

  “Tell me!” His roar was so loud I feared the walls would tremble. He threaded his fingers through my hair, grabbing a chunk and tilting my head to the side, baring my throat. “You will be my greatest victory, sweet Nena.”

  I didn’t comment on how he knew my name, didn’t even care. What I did know was I would tell him anything he wanted. “You. You are my master, Erach.” His loud growl of approval vibrated my very flesh. He shoved all those hard, stiff inches into me at the same time his mouth went to my neck, his fangs piercing my tender skin.

  My pussy felt so stretched, like it was on fire, but it burned so good that I could have wept with relief. I could feel him drawing on my neck, sucking my life force out of me with excitement. His hips slammed so forcefully into me that I rocked on my restraints, swinging in the air with nothing to grapple on. The only thing that kept me mounted on his shaft was his hand gripping my hip almost painfully. His hips thrust forward, his dick pushing past my folds and going so far into me I felt his cock head tease my womb.

  In, out. Harder, faster.

  He was ruthless in his onslaught, bringing me closer to the most mind-blowing orgasm I had ever had. I bit my lip, tasting blood just as my clit swelled even further, my whole body tightening as my climax slammed into me. My nipples puckered and my pussy squeezed his cock forcefully. I opened my mouth to cry out in ecstasy, but his palm slapped over my mouth just as I groaned. I felt his fangs slide out of my throat, smelled my blood on his breath as he murmured in my ear. “You do not speak or make a sound unless I deem it so.” He released his hand from my mouth, his hips continuing their pistoning.

  He positioned both hands on my waist, clutching me tightly as he pounded into me once, twice, and on the third time roaring out in release. His orgasm set off another stronger, more powerful orgasm inside of me. I contained the wail that was about to breach my mouth. I could feel the jets of his come burst out of his body and into mine, felt the warmth of it ease the ache his roughness caused within my body. It was calming, sedating even. When I finally drifted down from my high, I let my head hang and took a steady, deep breath. I felt him stroke my sides with the backs of his fingers before he pulled his still-hard shaft from me.

  His semen
seeped from my opening and coated my pussy lips before slipping along the skin of my inner thigh. I also felt warm wetness slide down my chest. I glanced down and watched as two crimson trails of blood made their way toward my breast. Erach stepped away, and I immediately felt the coldness of the room. I started to shiver, and he was right beside me again, helping me out of the restraints and cradling my head to his chest. I could feel and hear the strong rhythmic beat of his heart. Although myth tells of vampires being the undead, the ones that live in my world are anything but.

  He stepped away, and I looked into his neon green eyes. I had met him only an hour before, but he had changed something in my life, opened something inside of me that cried out in relief.

  He handed me my coat, the only article of my clothing that had survived his passion. The door opened of its own accord and Erach led me out of the room, down the hall, and into the main club. The room was empty, the silence eerie but deafening at the same time.

  We walked to the center of the room, my mind and body in a haze from my earlier activities. I tilted my head and looked up at him, not able to gauge his reaction.

  “Until next time, my sweet.” He turned and left, leaving me alone in the now dank and rundown club. I turned in a slow circle and brought the lapels of my coat closer to me. Gone was the vibrant and ethereal club that housed the supernatural and smelled of cloves and hyacinth. All around me was the dust- and grime-encrusted furniture and the distinct smell of decay and age. I walked to the door, stopping and glancing down at the drop of my blood that stained the floor. The red seemed to glow in the darkness, a testament to what a small sacrifice had opened up.

  Life and the unknown.

  I had certainly gotten what I wanted. Something, or rather someone, who had awakened a future inside me. Each had shown me that with the unknown, excitement and wonder can be found. I smiled to myself, knowing what my plans for tomorrow night would be.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  JENIKA is just your average woman. She lives in the too hot northeast with her husband and their young daughter. Thankfully, he shares her unusual sense of humor and naughty nature so finding material for her stories isn't a problem.

  Along with taking care of their daughter, they have to keep an eye on Milo and Otis, their spunky cats. When not writing, Jenika works full-time and attends school. Writing is Jenika's number one passion, but since life gets in the way, she isn't able to write full-time (at least not yet.)

  Jenika writes erotic paranormal, contemporary, BDSM and sci-fi romances.

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