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Sweat started to form on my brow and glisten my skin as his free hand trailed to my still tank top covered breasts. He cupped the flesh for a moment. Was he behind me? I got my answer as I felt his length press against my bottom, he was on the bed behind me.

“I love how wet you get,
” He said with a guttural groan as that free hand released my breast and trailed a teasing path across that raised flesh. Somehow, even through the thick layer of foam that was the cup of my push up bra,
he found my nipple making the flesh tingle and ache with need. He
nosed at my neck as his warm breath bathed my skin, and I felt my muscles start to tense with the preamble to what was going to be something purely magical.

“M-master.”—The word from my lips coaxed a deep throaty growl from him. “I’m going t-to.”

“I know,
” He purred as his finger within my folds quickened its pace as I arched back against him. Right when I was on that edge and that heat and warmth deep within me seemed impossible, he clamped his teeth down hard, seizing one of the tendons of my neck between his front teeth.

“Fuck,
” I yelped out accompanied by a small, shrill, little piteous noise. The experience of the pain while on the edge of orgasm made my whole body shiver and break out in a cold sweat. He kept his teeth locked into my flesh until I stopped shivering.

“Sh
h, shh, shh, that’s a good girl,” he purred to me between laps of his tongue over the indents he left in my flesh. The sensation of his tongue working the wound made me twist in my bonds.

“S-stop, p-please,
” I panted, as my eyes rolled back in my head and I felt my body start to tremble again which caused him to chuckle darkly.

“Mmmm, no.” He placed a kiss over the dental impression he left behind and moved from behind me.

“P-please, M-master.” I continued to
pant as I heard him walk around.

“Do you remember the safe word?”

“Y-yes, Master.”

“Good.” I felt his hands on my thighs. “I’m going to give you a little reprieve. Right or left, which aches more.” I had to think. My brain was awash with sensations I couldn’t completely comprehend, like how I almost came from him licking the still throbbing teeth marks. I twisted and strained my linen ties.

“The right one… M-master,
” I warbled out, my voice was still shaky from my denied pleasure and my skin was practically singing with the sensation. He trailed his hand down my right leg and lifted it over his shoulder. You would think this would have improved things, but it didn’t. My left leg was now supporting most of my weight and it was shaking like it was going to fail.

“You could not possibly fathom how badly I’ve wanted this
,” He groaned, his thumbs stroking my folds before he parted them. My back arched and my hips strained forward, as my pulse danced and throbbed at my exposed sex. He lapped at me with a moan, and I thrashed. Everything was so exquisitely sensitive. I couldn’t stay still, every pass of his tongue, as it twirled and swirled over my sex made my hips press forward in spite of the burn now in my legs and glutes. My body felt like it was on fire, and I could feel the sweat start to bead on my skin.

“Al-Aleksi
,” I breathed pressing my heel into his back. My words were failing me. He didn’t stop, he kept on licking and nibbling at that oh so tender flesh as I writhed and trembled and whimpered. This time I was a breath away from all of the pent up pleasure breaking through, and he bit one of my outer folds.

Again he seemed to press the flesh to its limits, holding it on just this side of piercing as I screamed and cried. Not once did I use the safe word. I started to see oil spots in the blackness and I kicked him.

“Sp-spots,
” I gasped and he released the hold he had on my flesh. His tongue worked over his newest dental impression and before he could move his tongue to the bottom row I was on the edge again. He kissed my inner thigh before sliding my other leg to his shoulder, a sigh of relief broke my lips.

“So beautiful
,” he whispered with delight as I felt myself moved. I guessed he was walking me around the post so we were on the bed. My guess was confirmed when I heard the mattress creak with our weight. He set me down and I heard something rip, I couldn’t make sense of it, as my brain was essentially mush.

Without warning, I was suddenly impaled on Aleksi’s hard cock. I was so far gone I had no clue what position we were in, all I knew was that it felt amazing. There was no sensation in the world like his long, deep thrusts. I was moaning his name and crying within seconds of his slow assault.

“Shhh, I know,
” He cooed to me. I felt as my body started to tense again, I twisted and writhed with every impossibly languid thrust. “That’s it, let it all out. I’m not going to stop this time… scream as loud as you want, remember if you can’t take it… pineapple.” His voice was so calming and soothing as he spoke.

Once he finished speaking, he slammed into me and scream I did. Of course, it felt amazing. But the pain that laced the pleasure was indescribable as he rammed into me so hard that the bed started slamming into the wall; I felt like my arms were going to rip out of their sockets. Still I came thunderously, and without warning, with tears streaming down my cheeks as my legs locked on to him as best as they could.

He pulled the eye-mask off as my body practically contorted beneath him. I was half in his lap, with my legs on his shoulders. Again it was like my orgasm didn’t want to end as I felt my insides spasm wildly around him, practically stroking him between every quick thrust of his hips. He didn’t last very long once I started, even delirious in my pleasure I loved watching him cum. His jaw went slack and his lips parted as he drew in a small gasp of breath. I tried to move my hips and he put his hand on my side to still me. When he finished, he leaned over me and kissed the tip of my nose. I winced as he forced me to double over with the motion.

Thud. Thud. Thud.
I turned my head and watched as the door lurched with every knock. Aleksi grumbled and withdrew from me, making me moan again and pout as I suddenly found myself without his delicious fullness. He stood and pulled a little tab of that floral linen releasing my hands. He took off the condom and tied it off as he stalked to the door.

“What!” He yelled as he threw the door
the heavy painted wood. I could make Leslie out, her face was priceless.

“I was… wow… I was… holy shit…fuck… I’ll come back.” She walked away giggling like a school girl. Aleksi slammed the door, tossed the condom in the trash and slid on the bed beside me.

I was a pile of goo on the bed. I felt… raw and natural with the fatigue and soreness that composed my body. Aleksi carefully untied my wrists and pulled me against him. He was right, I needed it. I was so relaxed and euphoric it was the normal afterglow of sex times a million. We just laid holding each other for a while, as the rain continued to ping against the roof and windows.

“Pineapple?” I asked as my eyes threatened to close.

“It was almost Juice-box,
” Aleksi snickered wiping away my tears. “Feel better?” I nodded. “Good, I do too.” He chuckled. “I think I might have scarred Leslie for life, though.”

“Do...” I trailed off suddenly insecure about all of the screaming and
crying I had done, that was not a normal response to sex. Miss Manners rolled her eyes at me and went back to vaping her e-cigarette. “I’m sorry about… the screaming… the crying… I…”

“Autumn Darling that was the entire point. You needed to scream and cry. So I made you scream and cry. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes.”

“Then don’t over think it, just enjoy the ache.” His fingers found the impressions still at my neck and traced over it. I arched my hips towards him and a dark, pleased sound emanated from him. I fell asleep in his arms shortly after, or should I say passed out. My very essence was exhausted and fatigued, and part of me was still questioning if I had the stamina to keep up with Aleksi.

“Hey, wake up,” Aleksi snickered before snapping
his teeth by my ear. I groaned, my body was still goo; everything ached but it was a good ache. “You need to eat something,” he murmured into my shoulder as he nipped at the sore and bruised flesh. I yelped and twisted against him, coaxing a playful chuckle from his lips.

“
Mmnnn, how long was I out for?” I groaned groggily as I opened my eyes to look at him. We were still in the room with the pretty pale blue wallpaper, and still in the bed with the rain still falling softly.

“An hour or so. Leslie and Tristan are still downstairs, they keep reminding me that you need to eat—like I’d forget. No matter how tempting it is to ravish you again my blood is cooling. Literally.” He smirked and slid out of bed. He had at some point during my blissful slumber slipped those tights back on. I marveled at the play of muscles under the skin as he moved, every slight twitch caused something visible to
shift like the flesh was dancing. Retrieving my jeans from the floor, he made his way back to the bed and held them out to me.

“Thank you
,” I murmured quietly reaching up to tug them away. He held on to them tightly, flashing a smirk in my direction.

“I need to feed,
” He purred softly, releasing the jeans. Apparently I was tugging pretty hard because the moment he released them I tumbled to the floor in a boneless heap. His laughter echoed off of the walls. “Are you okay down there?”

“Yeah.” I breathed pulling my jeans on with a little groan. I had been asleep just long enough for that deep soreness to settle in.

As I wriggled my pants over my hips, I realized I liked being this achy. Every motion and movement reminded me of my submission to him.
You shouldn’t be so proud. You’re an independent woman, you owned your own apartment, paid for your own tuition.
I paused after I zipped and buttoned the jeans. Miss Manners was right, I was the self-possessed, consummate independent woman doing everything on my own terms. So why the hell did I enjoy being tied up and bossed around with the control of my own body taken from me? I pursed my lips as I stared at the ceiling. I did it all willingly. Perhaps that was the ultimate form of control? Or maybe I was so naturally inclined to submission because I had taken control of so many other aspects of my life. Could I be this dualistic creature?
You don’t have a single dominant bone in your body.

I slowly peeled myself off of the floor and smoothed my tank top over my tummy as Aleksi bounced off of the bed and stretched his neck. I stared at him again, gaped at his surreal beauty. He seemed otherworldly when he needed to feed, those lips which were usually blushed pink were starting to turn a bit on the purple side and his skin turned white pale. He was a statue carved of alabaster, cobalt, and obsidian.

“Well, come along. We need to get some food
in you before bed,” He practically sang with glee as he draped his arm around my shoulders.

It was bliss walking through the blue and white halls on his arm. I leaned my head against his shoulder, and practically used him as a crutch when we walked down the stairs. My legs weren’t fully functional, every step was practically agony. We turned into the kitchen to find that it had been modernized. The cavernous space was filled with shiny stainless steel appliances and enough counter space to cook meals for fifty. There were
even three stoves, three. Who needs three stoves?

Leslie was sitting on the black granite counter top, the moment her eyes fell on Aleksi she blushed bright beet red. Tristan found it hilarious and chuckled softly patting Leslie on the shoulder. Evan and Colette were also there, they were both standing in the glow of the refrigerator. For a moment, the afterglow abated and I found the image of Evan standing in front of the fridge profoundly sad. Five years ago he could eat that food, and now he couldn’t. He was also immortal, so I figured it was a fair trade off but I’d imagine the taste of blood to get pretty boring after a while.

“You can walk! I’m honestly profoundly impressed. Isn’t that impressive, Evan?” Colette giggled out as she closed her side of the fridge. Evan lingered for a moment longer.

“Very impressive
,” he said as he closed the other door.

“Do you miss food?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking, the forlorn look on his face begged me to ask it.
Well, you’re back to being your rude self.

“Sometimes.”

“Pfft, I don’t. Then again, I’ve always loved good wine more than any food. And I now get to drink it all the time.” Colette giggled as she wrapped her arms around Evan. “You’ll get used to it, the first ten years are the hardest.”

“I miss...” Aleksi started and then shook his head. “Noth
ing. Nothing tastes better than Autumn.”

“Evan was tasty, but I’ve always loved that
spice of virility of a danseur,” Colette snickered. “Though, if Evan was tasty you were ambrosia, dear Brother. You tasted of, aggression, vigor, rage, composure, family and… a bunch of other things I haven’t tasted since.”

“That’s nice. I’m not sharing Autumn with you.” Aleksi smirked at her and pulled me into a quick embrace.

“Gah! I need meat!” Leslie exclaimed slipping off of the counter. “How goes steak sound, Autumn?”

“It sounds fine, I guess.” I shrugged out leaning against the granite. Leslie rummaged through the fridge and threw a package wrapped in white butcher’s paper on the counter.

“Oh speaking of delicious, guess what I found!” Colette exclaimed as she walked over to the wine fridge. She stood on her toes and retrieved a silver canister with EVAN written on the side in pink grease marker. “I turned him here, remember? And well I couldn’t let all of the blood go to waste.”