Eclipsed by Midnight (18 page)

Sasha has been wrapped up in learning how to control her metaphysical self so as to not harm anyone. In doing so, she severely disconnected from being attuned to her physical self, something I partially blame myself for. I should have seen this possibility. We should have done more to protect, teach, and guide her. She is still but a young vampire herself, new to our ways. Let’s just hope the budding new life hasn’t been harmed from whatever was in that damned drink she indulged upon.

After fastening the collar, my hand travels appreciating down the soft skin of her back as I step back to admire the splendid view of her restrained, naked body. Her heavenly scent of tart berries mixed with lavender fields adds to my watering mouth. I would have liked to suspend her from the rack, but know I need to take this slow. We’ve never used this equipment, simply played with a few minor things on the comfortable bed. My cock jumps at the thought. Oh, how I love when she fights me but inevitably yields. I’m not quite sure which pleases me more sometimes.

Painfully separating my hand from her flesh, I turn to grab a feather duster and a crop from the wall. “Anu, before we talk further on all that has been bothering me, let me start over. Mon amour, this is our new playroom that I had built for us years ago with hope that you’d come to me sooner but only recently furnished and outfitted. This is our private play space, and only ours. No other ass has adorned it and no other will.” I purr as I lightly trace the feather duster down her back and come to circle her heart-shaped bottom.

Her body responds instantly, reveling in the sensation, attempting already to fight the restraints to get closer. Oh, this will be fun. With the flick of my wrist, the crop in my dominant hand bites the fleshiest part of her bottom, the sound bounding out louder than the actual blow. She jumps with a start but is soon swaying her hips, attempting to see if she approves of the pain. I already know that she does. I can smell her blooming arousal all around. Rotating the feather duster and crop twice more, I elicit more of her delightful shivers before continuing.

“Feel how your body reacts, how each nerve ending fires, telling you something new.” I repeat the succession of toys a few more times until she’s groaning her approval.

Unable to help myself, I come to a stop directly behind her, place both handles of the toys into one palm, and lay across her back. My weight encompasses but does not completely fall upon her as I rest a knee on the platform between her legs for balance. My free hand sinks to her pussy as my erection eagerly grinds into her ass. Dragging a fang down the back of her shoulder, I nip along as my fingers massage her clit. Her entire body rolls with pleasure as I drag pitches and moans out of her that I’ve never heard before.

“Very good. Do you feel as if your body is on fire?” I whisper into her ear. Normally, it’s pretty obvious when she is as that is when she damn near suffocates the room. But here, with my new spelled cuffs, it is greatly dampened yet not completely absent. She groans once more and nods her reply, sinking into a euphoric state.

“Not so fast, mon amour,” I warn. I land a firm smack on her ass and quickly warm away the sting with my palm. It’s just enough to hold her back from subspace, yet excites her in a whole new way. Urgency fills her as she tries to lean back against the restraints and into my hand for more. She always has been a little pain slut, thank the goddess for that. Pulling myself off her with a frustrated groan, I position to land another firm one on her other cheek. She revels in it, bucking for more as a pretty, rose-colored handprint forms on her milky flesh to match the other side.

“Not yet. Tell me how you feel.” Flexing my precise control, I hold back from my need to slam the brakes on this exercise and ravage her on the spot.

“Etienne, please, I need so much more it hurts.” Her breathy whimper makes my knees damn near buckle.

“That’s not telling me what you feel—that’s telling me what you need.” I force my voice to hold steady as I slowly remove my belt, rolling it up in my hand before setting it down.

“Ugh!” she finally cries out and yanks at her restraints impatiently. Before she can get herself worked up, I pick up the feather duster to begin again. “Goddess, that feels so good,” she purrs.

“And?”

“Soothing yet sensual, little light touches making me want so much more yet happy to stay suspended in them.” She hums, attempting to comply.

“Very good, and this?” I give her a harder flick of the crop, quickly followed with the feathers.

Unintelligible sounds fall from her quivering frame.

“Sasha, talk to me,” I warn.

“So much goodness,” is all she can manage in a broken attempt.

I repeat the combo once more before stopping everything. “I’m going to need you to be a good little sub and talk to me.”

She whines and sighs before resuming. “Fine! Warmth, pleasurable pain that makes my clit throb followed by more pleasure, chills, heat—throbbing… my whole body is needy and throbbing!” She cries out in frustration and forcefully yanks on the unforgiving wrist cuffs, the chains rattling across the base.

“Very good.” I land a single, hard swat to her ass.

“Ouch, what was that for?” She gasps.

“For the delay and attitude in complying. Now, be a good pet, do as I ask, and you shall receive much more of what you desire.” The last word slowly falls from my mouth, dropping it down a husky octave for effect.

Knowing full and well that I meant what I said, she quiets down to wait. Another beautiful sign of her submission. Beginning again with the feathers and crop, I work her back into a blissful state in no time at all.

“How does your head feel?”

“Fuzzy,” she quickly complies.

“And your breasts?”

She forces herself to speak. “Heavy, achy.”

Landing the crop a bit harder, I speed up the succession. “And your loin?”

“Like it needs to be fucked, hard,” her sassy mouth growls.

“Dirty girl,” I say appreciatively with a low rumble of my own. And I fucking love it.

“And your ass?”

“Like it’s on fire.” Her breathing picks up but the slight hitch tells me she is holding back.

“And?” I push.

“Like it needs you in it, on it, shit, I need you everywhere,” she cries in desperation, the metal of her tethers echoing her frustration as they do their best to hold her pulsing body.

“Very good.” Stripping off my torn shirt, I cover her with my body once again, resuming the position behind her. My hands quickly forget about the toys, allowing them to fall to the carpeted ground so that they may dive back into the tortuous manipulations that quickly have her quaking on my fingers again. “What do you need?” My breathy words struggle to maintain composure as my body works up and down hers in a frenzy.

“Please, please let me come,” she begs as her body shakes uncontrollably.

“Very good.” With a few more flicks of my deeply seated fingers, I send her over the edge into an all-consuming orgasm. She pants and screams my name, gorgeous music to my ears. As her body rattles under me, her wetness seeps down my hand and beckons me to promptly roll her into another orgasm, but I hold back. If I go too far, she will be useless at the end and we have important matters to discuss.

The minute her body comes to rest, I make quick work in releasing her. Gathering up her limp form and pressing it into my chest, I ascend the hidden stairs to our bed, leaving the playroom for another day. Pushing past the hung clothes like a beast crashing through a forest, I trek on into our room. Laying her out on our welcoming mattress, her satisfied purring and intoxicating scent has me quickly stripping my pants and climbing up her body as fast as I can manage.

As our skin touches, urgency takes flight once more, forcing her nails to bite into the flesh of my back, dragging across in delicious agony. Her body writhes under mine, ready for more. Settling into her, I gently kiss those soft, cherry-red lips that have been calling my name all night. Luscious, soft legs come up to wrap around my waist, positioning the head of my cock right where we both want it to be. The damp contact on my sensitive head sends my body into a rage. But I can’t dive in just yet; I need a moment to savor her. Locked into her gaze, I kiss her with a determination of my own, as if our very lives depended on it. Tongues duel, eagerly dipping and tasting as they slide against one another, sending new thrills, building that aching need to fill her in every possible way.

Finally, breaking the seal to breathlessly pull away, I swing my hips and dive deep into her silken pussy with a satisfied groan. As I revel in the sensation of being tightly buried within her, our joined stare stays locked. The love, trust, and devotion reflecting between our eyes shifts me internally, making me feel intoxicated as my hips pull back and drive forward again. There is something profoundly intimate about the continual eye contact as I fuck her. We remain wordless, our normal dirty talk nowhere to be heard as our bodies take control, freely taking everything they want from one another.

Slender, needy fingers slide up my neck, into my hair, and pull hard as a shudder rips through her, an orgasm on the brink. She clenches down hard around my cock, taking all that’s needed from my driving flesh.

“Oh God, Etienne!” She screams my name, her body electrifying as she comes undone.

It is not long after that my thighs begin to deliciously ache, my balls tighten, and her slick, wet pussy milks my release. With a deep bellow, my head throws back as my own orgasm rockets, sending my seed spilling into her. Her answering shouts of pleasure explodes in my ears as her greedy cunt clamps down even harder, attempting to steal yet another release. Stilling, I push in hard against her undulating hips, giving her more pressure and friction to catch that last wave. And she does. As she rides me, her nails rip open my flesh as her body works my dick, hard. Finding the right angle, she grips my ass, pulling me in even deeper as I feel the beading of blood in the wake of her aggression. The sting feels like a welcome breath of fresh air. I revel in it as a hiss escapes me.

“Fuck yes!” she cries before falling apart one last time, her body bucking under mine in sheer ecstasy.

Sweaty and trembling, we collapse as our breathing labors on and reverberations rain down. As I fall to my elbows, my forehead on hers, her lips gently seek mine as we attempt to ease off the high. Forever passes all too quickly before I move to lay aside her, legs entwined, fingers lovingly lingering over each other’s bodies.

Drawing lazy circles around her budded nipples, I attempt to push forward in my original plight. “Sasha, what do you feel?” My fingers dance down her sternum toward the swell of her belly, trying to clue her in.

“Loved, completely.” She sinks lower into the white, down pillows with a satiated grin, eyes now closed in bliss. Her dark auburn hair is fanned around her, like a work of art.

Resting my palm over her womb, I seek the connection once found there not that long ago. Sure enough, the young responds instantly to my attempt, reaching out with its own magic. “And now?”

“War-” Her sleepy words are cut short as her eyes fly open and her breathing erratically picks up. “That’s impossible!” she exclaims as she freezes, pure disbelief seizing her.

“Let down your barrier and listen, please?” I sense her need to run and quickly intervene. That bad little habit of hers will do us no good. “Sasha, now,” I impatiently bark. She quickly responds without thinking, dropping her barrier as her internal battle takes flight.

With her blockade down, the little one’s heartbeat buzzes to life, ringing in our ears in its sweet, harmonic rhythm. Her mouth guppies as she hears and feels what I do. “I don’t understand. I bled and everything,” she mumbles to no one in particular, eyes locked on the ceiling, afraid to even look down. “Etienne, how did you know and I did not?” she fearfully begs as she fights a panic attack.

“Mon amour, I feel it has something to do with your powerful wall and extreme focus on balancing. I only found out the night you were entombed. I could hear both heartbeats.” My fingers fan in an attempt to encompass as much of her belly as I can, loving the connection found there.

“You knew and didn’t say anything!” She sits up and scoots back, a look of betrayal clear as day as she pulls the cream duvet up and around her shaking body.

“I didn’t know what to think. I didn’t know if you knew and didn’t want to tell me.” I admit my stupidity and, furthermore, my doubt in our shared trust.

“How could you think I would ever keep something like that from you?” Her accusatory glare makes me internally berate myself even further as shame washes through me.

“My own pride, fear you didn’t want me to know.”

“Etienne…” She sighs my name and crosses her arms over her bare breasts, the covers falling down to around her waist. “Why would you think that?”

“Because you knew I never wanted young and am not the most loving male.” That was a small part of it, but I am trying.

“True, but that doesn’t mean I’d take away your right to decide how you felt about it if it actually happened.”

“I am not father material.”

“And I am not the exemplary motherly type either.” Her own doubts and fears come crashing in, her imperfections helping me to connect deeper to her in this moment. We might just figure this out after all.