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Benedict came out of the bathroom, holding something black. She purred, running her hands down the sides of her hips at seeing his semi hard cock lifting in greeting. She licked her lips, looking forward to some more sex with this man. He moved to the end of the bed, looking down at her. She moved her legs, lifting one as his eyes traveled her body. Fresh from the shower, still warm from the steam, she felt her body awaken in desire, lust again. He put the item on the bed, then reached for her ankles. She let out a small scream as she was pulled down to him, sitting in front of him. Her hands reached for his cock as she open her legs wider, to guide him inside her but his hands moved to remove her hands.



“Control is what you need to learn.” He said, bringing back the shower, how he had been upset she had used her body, let a male touch her as she feed for the first time that night. He step back, giving her a stern look. She let her hands fall to her side. He picked up a black mask, heavy and soft, using care with her wet hair as he put it over her eyes. She smiled, liking the ideal of not being able to see what was coming. She felt the mask tighten, what she felt and heard was by Velcro. Not a cheap mask, by any means.



She was blind. Not even lights at the sides of the mask. “Is it too tight?” He asked her softly, the tips of his fingers running across her cheek, to her lips. She licked at his fingers as she answered him “No.” ’Good. Now stay, be still and silent.” His touch left her and she missed it. The darkness was different when he wasn’t touching her. She heard his soft footsteps on the plush carpet as he walked away. Really? She sat on the edge of his bed, nude, with the black mask covering her upper face. She could feel what seemed to be weight on the mask. She moved her nose, worked her eyebrows- no light.



He was there, silent and his touch to her neck, his arm wrap around her throat made her scream in fear. “Raven.” Him speaking her name calmed her. “Are you afraid?” She felt his hand tighten on her throat “Truth.” “Yes.” “Why?” “I … not of you. Are you only going to be the one here?” She heard his sigh, the hand wrap around her neck loosen, slowly moving to cup her cheek, his kiss landing on her surprised lips.

“I don’t know what kind of lovers you had in the past- but know this. I will never harm you or share you. I will be the only man touching you. What is the lesson from the shower?” “I will not use sex to feed, no man to touch me.“ “Good.“ a stroke to her cheek, “Very good.“ His tongue lashing at her own as he deepen this kiss, not noticing how her back arched and her hands moving to touch his hips, moving to stroke his cock.



He was gone, stepping back from her. “Control is what you need to learn.” His strong hands grip her own, and her wrist were moved together, she laced her hands by instinct. She felt a little fear when he tied her wrist, a flash of the blood in the study came to mind. No- he will not harm me, this I do know. She felt the cloth, soft to the touch, tighten, as he knotted it. “The lesson is control Raven. I want you to lay still, don’t talk, don’t make any noise as I enjoy your body. Can you do that?” She nodded yes, licking her lips. A hard harsh pull to her hair, her face forced upward to look up at him. “Can you do that?” “Yes Benedict.” He let her hair go, and she felt him move away.



A few minutes later he spoke to her, from her right side. “I want you to move back on the bed till I tell you to stop.” She was unclear how …wiggle of her hips, with her hands tied it was hard to move. “Stop, now turn your body so you are laying across the bed.” She did as told, easier to do as she used her legs. She laid down, thinking she was only about a foot from the bottom of the bed. She laid, the warm air in the room touching her skin along with his eyes. She could feel his eyes, her body on alert as he walked closer, his hand landing on her stomach as he stood at the end of the bed, her body laid out in front of him. She let out a soft moan as his hand pushed downward as it travel upward, between her breast, his lips kissing her on the neck, biting her ear lobe, tongue dipping into her ear as her body had a soft release.



The sharp pain at the top of her thigh had her screaming out in pain. She moved, but his hand between her breast held her down. “What the fuck?” she asked, pushing at him. “Calm down Raven. Let the sensations give you pleasure.” he said, and she stop fighting him, and notice the soft tickle at the same spot the pain had hit. She relaxed, laying back down, her tied hand still touching his arm. “You made a noise when I gave you the release. You do not control your body.” His hand moved away as the soft tickle moved up her body, over her breast. “This is a flogger. I am sure you have at least heard of one.” She laid, unsure of this newest game, the sting still on her thigh. “You need to gain some control of your body, the desire and lust you are full of. While I want that desire, I enjoy the lust- to feed, to stay safe as a vampire you need to gain control.”



She wanted to ask him if that is why he had such control, but as the flogger thing was tickling her breast, she dare not as he would punisher her. She felt him move away from her, and she laid, thinking. While she knew what a flogger was, been hit by one with clothing on, she had never been the receiving end of it like this. Her body calmed. And with it she noticed she was wet between her legs, really wet. Lord- had the pain made her cum that hard? Her breast felt full, the desire to have her nipples played with was unbearable, was that because of the tickle of the floggers soft leather?



“Do you wish to continue?” He asked from far away. She moved her arms up, above her head, and said in a strong voice “Yes.” She listen to him move, walking closer to her as the silky comforter under her body stained with her wetness. She would learn to control, to feed uncontrollable will lead to her true death when she was finally understanding how much she wanted to live this undead life.



Soft whipping at her feet, one stroke at the bottom of her feet, at the top. She squirmed a little, lead to a hard sharp painful hit to her calf. She bite her lips from screaming, her eyes closed tight under the mask, her body arching upward. She clung to the silky comforter in her hands, telling herself to stay still, to take the pain. She closed her legs, never knowing they had open a little with her climax. She laid, breathing in and out, while not needing the air, but the rhythm made it more easy to keep control.



His hand between her legs shocked her, but only a soft moan came from her as he thrust fingers into her body, finding her dripping wet. He walked away and she laid, his harsh fingering of her pussy putting her on the edge of cumming, but he had left her, walked away. She laid, her body bare for his eyes as she knew he watched her. She tried to remember when her body had been so aware- of the temperature, the scent of his soap on her body, of her wet hair on the silk under her, of the pressure at her wrist, the hands holding a death hold on the comforter. Her arms muscles pulled as she kept them above her head, how the soft bed sunk a little at her hips with her weight, the sting on her calf, the pleasure the soles of her feet still felt.



A hard pull of her hair and his tongue thrust into her mouth, kissing her. Her hand was right at his body, she could feel his skin, inner thigh but she kept still as he kissed her deeply, his hand tighten around her throat almost painfully. And just like that he was gone. She laid, her breathing deeper as she tried to do as he told her- control. A soft lashing at her belly, over her breast, moving downward to her thighs, her knees, calves, feet. Then back up, once at her breast he moved the flogger to lash at her arms, the soft under arms tender and made her moan at the pleasure. This lead to a hard painful lash at her stomach, her hands tighten their grip on the cloth, her heels digging into the bed as she took the pain in. He went right back to soft hits at her hands, down to her face. She held still, trusting him to not hurt her.



He ended the lashing, giving her a soft kiss. She enjoyed his touch, the flogger use something she could get use to. She didn’t notice he had moved away from her till he made she heard him talking. “Yes- I need a …” his words blurred as he turned away from her. He came back to her and slide the tips of his fingers over her breast, nipple hard. Her teeth bite her lips, as he stroke her, teased the underside with soft kisses, blew a breath of air on the nipples. She couldn’t help it- her hips lifted, her body begging… the sharp lash landed on her thighs, and she screamed out at the same time the door knock came. “Just leave it in the hall.” He spoke loudly, and she heard footstep as he left her.



Oh god- what had he order to be brought up? She couldn’t handle much more… it felt like hours, her body wanted him, deep and hard inside her. How much more did she have to take? And it had to be hard for him- she knew he had to be hard, right?



A wetness drip on her face, on her lips. She licked it- blood. She open her mouth, as he poured a little into her waiting mouth. Spiked, she could taste the alcohol. Then it was coldness- on her belly button. She bulked up at the shock, and was given a hard lashing at her breast. She screamed, and got another. This time she stop short of screaming. She laid as he used the cold ice cube, moving it over her stomach, between her breast as he spoke “I look forward to fucking those breast soon.” The image made her legs tighten together, her body on edge of a climax. The cold ice was stroke over her breast, used to flick her hard nipples. After each nipple was numb by the cold, his mouth would land, sucking hard, almost painful as the sensation would return. He always stop just shy of making her cum, her hands rewrapping around the comforter as she would fight moving her body to do it herself, moving as it reacted to the teasing. She felt the ice move to touch at her neck area, coating the stinging stripes the whip left. The sting left as he moved the ice up under her chin, taking it to her lips so she could take it inside her mouth. She did- sucking his finger into her mouth, giving it a long hard draw like you do a straw. His moan, the first since they started this, filled the silent room. He pulled away and she expect a harsh strike of the flogger but it did not come.



Instead her ankles were grab and she was pulled down a little toward the side of the bed edge, and her legs were spread open. “Keep your legs open Raven, just like this.” She dug her heels in, expecting him to climb on the bed, take her… but instead the flogger was used, between her legs. She let out a soft scream of “Sal” All action stopped. She heard, felt him come to stand beside the bed, and touched her face. “Say my name again.” She turned her face into his hand, kissed his palm. “Sal.” she spoke softly. A soft kiss. She moved her hands to touch him but was given harsh lashing between her legs as he moved away had her screaming out his name again, as he used it with more force, the sting of the leather striking at her vagina. He hit her again, again and again- hard and marking her body. She arched her back as the pain was more then she could take, her “Oh GOD SAL!“ said at the same time that her body squirted out cum, something she had not done since she was 13 years old, exploring her own body as it awaken to pleasure she could give herself, his eyes watching.



She laid, mouth open, breathing in and out air, trying to shake off the fog of her climax. He did not give her time before a ice cube was pushed down inside her. She wiggled her hips, unused to the sensation when the fogger lashed out again, this time at both inner thights. Her upper body lifted off the bed as she screamed, her body climax a powerful one as he watched her squirt out cum again, water down due to the ice cube. She laid back, no aware of anything around her, of how her hands now laid on her chest, hands under her chin. Of how he stood, watching her body, her actions.



The bed sank, she felt it just before he filled her with a deep hard thrust. She couldn’t handle it, she was on overload so for several minutes she just laid there as he took her. He used his knees, opening her up more as he started to grunt. She reached up, her tied hands landing on his chest as she felt her body awaking to the pleasure he was giving her. God- she was soaking wet, the ice, his cock used like a plunger as he stoke into her. His lips at her ear, a harsh whisper “Say my name.” “Sal… Sal… Sal..” She said, tied hands looping around his neck as they both raced to release. She came only seconds before him, her soft moan ending with “Sal.”



She was beyond any pleasure she had before. If this is how you learn control over your body- sign her up with this teacher. He gave her a soft kiss to her lips as he moved to the side. She smiled, her body at peace from the hunt, from anything and everything. “You did well Raven.” She turned toward him and he reached to remove the mask. She blinked, the dim room bright after been blinded. She looked at him, watched him as he untied her hands, rubbing her wrist, kissing them. She reached up, ran her hand thru his hair, and he moved to kiss her softly. He smiled at her, then moved off the bed, standing at the end of the bed. He touched her inner thighs, the marks. “These will fade by morning. You will not have a mark on you when the fogger is used.” She looked down at her breast, the marks a pale pink the stripes made.



He moved, picking her up off the bed and carried her around to her side. She notice the wetness, the stain on his silk comforter, and lowered her head. She had cum like she was a teenager, lord knows how much that silk stitched spread coasted. She was laid down on the cool soft sheets and she moved to the center of the bed as he walked around. She was noticing the sensations of her body, how it was tender, aware of each move and touch of the soft sheet. She did see that he had moved the folded bedspread off the bed, putting it on the floor. He went to the dresser and open a large drawer, pulling out a light blue blanket. He threw it over the bed, covering her as she laughed. He climb into the bed, pulled her to him, kissing her softly as she laid beside him as he moved to lay on his side. She moved his hand to her breast so he would cup it, face turned into his neck. “Sleep well.” “Mmm” she yawned, eyes closing.

He pulled out his cell phone, the vibrating giving him notice of a text as he listen to the wife of the customer he was having a late night drink with. He had been trying to get away for a few minutes now but she kept going on and on about her grandchild. Since he just got a paid a very nice price for the statue of said child, he felt obligated to listen to her as they settled the final details on shipping of the statue to their Paris home.

“I just can’t get over how much it looked like her. She is ..” He looked down at his lap as she repeated the same comment, for what felt like, the thousand time. The text was from his wife, Sharron. “Are you free yet?” He frown, knowing he had left her unattended these past few months. First his latest show work having to be done so his website can be updated, the silent actions done for each piece. Plus the show in his gallery, which he still needed to finish the details on. Then this very well paid piece, at a price he couldn’t turn down. That and knowing his art work will be seen by many wealthy visitors to the Ambassador’s home. The woman’s husband joined in on the praise as he typed in “Not yet” and hit send.



He put the phone back in his pant pocket, and straighten his jacket, taking the drink he had nursed for close to a hour to his lips. He needed to finish this up- his wife was not one you left unattended long. Her porcelain skin, the long red hair, emerald eyes. While he had seen to her needs in the bed, and his own for that matter, he knew she wanted some attention more then the ’wham bam’ they only had time for these past months. He wanted to spent several nights in bed with her, now that his artwork was done enough that his personal assistance can handle the details once he made a few notes on the show. He might can do those before he went back home.



The phone vibrating again in his pocket. “Excuse me.” He said, pulling it out and seeing his wife text of “ETA” He looked over to the couple and smiled. “My wife.” “Oh? I understood you had married years ago, but no one knows what she looks like.” the wife said, clearly fishing for information. “Oh- she is a beauty. Red hair with a temper to go with it.” He typed in “Unknown, late.” and hit send. Just a few seconds later she typed back “Fine.” Oh hell… “So tell me, how did you meet her?” the ambassador asked, picking up the bottle of red whine, pouring out more for him and his wife. He gave a sigh inside, put the phone on the table and spent the next hour and half sealing the deal, with a booking for their 50th wedding anniversary having one made of them. At close to three times the amount he charged for the child statue, and a year to do the project, he would have most of the year free.



He left the hotel after another hour of note making for his PA, leaving the town of New Orleans in it’s Christmas wonder. He was done with business till the first of the year, when the show would be held. Now to ease the tension at home. He drove the darken roads, watching the clock. He should hit home with close to a hour- enough time to have his wife. He felt his pants tighten as the thought, now that he was alone and could let his mind play. It had been so long since he wasn’t waking up, hard, demanding sex. Or coming to her freshly shower from his studio, the white clay still under his nails, pulling her into his arms. His wife was upset at him, he had felt that for a month or so now. The blood bond they share as husband/ wife, lovers, and vampires gave him that insight. Just as he understood it was going to be a long week to get her to forgive him. Maybe a fur wrap would do the trick, he needed to get to shopping for her. Another text, the vibration rubbing his semi hard cock, and he let out a soft moan, thinking of his wife’s tight pussy. He pulled out the phone, to see the text “Going to bed.”



He typed “ETA half a hour. Wait up.” “Screw you.” came right back. He smiled, thinking that is just what he wanted to do to her. “I will wake you” He typed, giving the SUV more fuel, knowing no one would be on the road at this time of the morning. “You can try.” He smiled, putting the phone in the console between the seats, thinking of ways he would ‘wake’ her, as the true sleep of daylight was just over a hour away.



Sharron threw the phone on the floor. She looked at her black cat, sitting on the end of the large bed that her and her husband shared each day. “Fuck him. He thinks leaving me all alone these past months is Ok, then fuck him. And tonight he was only going to be gone a few hours, let the customer take delivery of the piece. Hell- his fucking art gets more attention then I do. Screw him!” She fumed, fist hitting the bed as the lights in the room dimmed, her release of power making the candles spark to life. She was mad, horny, and well… she missed her husband. After ten years, you would think she would be happy his attention was on something else other then her. But not them, or at least not her. She needed him. She gave a sigh, stood, the t-shirt she wore going to her knees. She didn’t want to play games, they was pass her trying to use other men to make him pay attention. She just… just… she crossed her arms under her full breast, and paced. She just steamed away now, letting her anger grow and grow. And she was feed up with it! She turned to the cat, and threw out her arms. “I guess he will come in here, fuck me till I can’t see straight, then we will go to sleep. He will act like nothing happen, not even notice how he …” “Unless you don’t allow that.” the cat spoke to her, only her ears hearing the soft words. “As in?” “Shake it up…you are as guilty as he is.” She frown at the Midnight, thinking he really needed to cut back on his treats as her anger spread to him. “Now now Mistress..” Mistress… She smiled, going toward the walk in closets, turning to her side as she though of a way to make him pay.



He enter the home, shut the door, locked, alarm on. Seeing the system engage he knew she was inside, all doors and windows shut. “Sharron!” he started up the stairway, his briefcase left behind. He pulled loose his tie, petting the two Dobermans dogs that watched the home during the day, and open the bedroom door. The room was dark, only candles lite the large room. The fireplace had a fire going, but the bed was empty. He reached out, knew she was here, their shared blood a bond unlike any other either had shared. “Shut the door.” She order from the shadows. He did as she asked, going toward the couch where he had heard her voice, to only find it empty. “Did I say you could move?” Another question, the voice echoing in the room. He turned around, trying to find her. “Sit. On the couch.” He smiled, more then ready to let her lead the sex, take control. Hell- he was just happy she wasn’t in bed wearing ugly clothes, all tight and unforgiving.



She step forward from behind the couch, putting a hand on his shoulder, lips to his ear. She was hot, a sign her powers was at play. His cock harden as he knew her body would be hot as well. Sharron was more then a vampire- she was a witch that powers carried over, grew even after her embrace. “I am not please with you. You have left me ….wanting.” He closed his eyes as her sharp teeth bite at his ear lobe, pulling it as she let it go. He turned his head, but she was gone. A sharp lash of a riding crop landed on his chest, the sting dulled by his suit jacket, shirt. He gave a soft grunt, looking up at her as her silk stocking leg came up, showing him the black heels she wore, landing between his legs. She used the crop, putting it under his chin to raise his head slowly, letting him take her in.



Black heels, the red soles the only touch of color. Black silk stockings that he knew would feel smooth, warm under his hand, ended at mid thigh. She wore nothing else but a waist clincher of black leather. Her full pear shape breast was bare, as was the pussy he so wanted to bury himself into. The red patch of curls told the tell of her true color, matching the red long locks flowing down her back. With the riding crop under his chin, she moved her foot at his crotch, rubbing it along the long hard cock that she knew so well. “So- you want to fuck me?” She asked, knowing the use of foul language was a turn on for him. “Very much so.” She moved the crop away, turned and walked several steps away, her heart shape ass drawing his eyes as she knew it would. Her husband was a tit and ass man, not that she minded.



She turned to the side, taking the crop and putting it between her legs, one hand holding the front, the other behind her, holding the other end. She rode it, rubbing herself with the leather, letting soft moans filled the room as he watched. She removed the crop, returning to him. “And why should I let you fuck me?” “I will give you pleasure. Pleasure only a hard cock… only my hard long cock can give you.” His own hand moved to his cock, rubbing it as he felt the pain of having a hard on too long. The crop lashed out at his hand. “Not yet. I want you to undress for me. Slowly.” She step back into the shadows of the room, as he stood. The loose tie landed on the floor first. Then he unbutton his cuffs, the cufflinks hitting the floor. He removed the double breast jacket, his hard on clearly seen now. He pulled his shirt off, a few buttons lost as his pale chest came into view. The fire light danced on his shoulders, on his arms as she whispered to him softly “Mmmm… I have missed those arms, those shoulders.” He shivered as he felt her touch on his back, lips to his shoulder blade. He turned, to catch her about the waist…but she wasn’t there.



Her soft laugh filled the room. “Now now- patience is needed.” “Not when I want to bury myself inside of you.” he growled out. He tug at his belt, pulled his briefs, pants down. He bent to remove his stocks, dress shoes, his need growing as he felt her hands running up his arms, his chest and around to cup his bare ass even as he watched and no hands where seen “A new trick Sharron?” “Trick? Is that what you call my powers? I can ..” the invisible hand travel down the center of his hard stomach, over his rib cage, and down into between his legs. He could see his cock move, the veins straining for release as her warm hand covered him, a single stroke downward, “stop at any minute if you wish.” He closed his eyes reaching behind him for her as he felt her heat…but she was not there. He turned, done with this game, and step toward the darkness she had walked into just a few minutes ago. He came up with nothing, she wasn’t there.



“Did you gain a new vampire power, dear wife?” Speed, she had to be using it. He turned back toward the room as she spoke, legs crossed, the riding crop still in her hands, sitting on the couch in the firelight that glowed off her red hair, those green eyes. “Power? Well…yes, but not vampire. What is a witch to do when you leave her alone for so long?” She moved her hand in the air, seeing her hand on his thigh, rubbing upward as he watched her , soft moan his reaction to her touch as she cup his balls. Her empty hand felt the weight, the soft dark hair as she rolled them. She bent her head as he watched her, her tongue coming out to lap at empty air- but felt it on his tight skin, her hot tongue wetting him, the heat of her breath as she blew on that wetness.



His grunt told her the teasing would end soon. She drop her hand, and he swayed forward, moving toward her. She stood, the crop tip landing on his chest to keep him at bay. “Sharron-now.” “Sit. On the couch.” He did, his hard long cock standing straight up, his feet kicking aside his clothing as she moved onto him, pulling her shoes off as she eased her hot wet opening onto him. His hands grip at her hips, his desire to pound into her … a sharp slap of t he crop on his calf, and he thrust upward, truly impaling her. She scream out, even after all the nights of loving making the pure size of him taking her to pleasure. She coated his hard cock with hot cum, as she used a hand in his hair to pull his head back, looking up at her. “Arms along the couch back.” When he thrust up, hands moving to cup her ass, she used the crop again, this time on his chest. “Now!” He leaned forward as he did so, his mouth opening wide, taking in as much breast as he could to suck, lick, use his teeth on, ending with a sharp bite to her hard nipple. She fell forward, the crop drop to the floor, hands on his shoulders as she let out a soft scream. “Ride me babe… get good and wet for me.” he told her as he took control. Sharron had her limit of her control- this was it, once he was inside her.



She moved her legs till she was squatting on his cock, then used her legs to move up and down. “That is it..” He kept his hands on the couch as she asked, but encouraged her with soft words as she moved up and down, soaking them both in cum. “Yes, let’s see those breast bounce” “Oh babe, how I have missed that.” “Tighten up, clutch me… OH..Oh…yes.. God yes… don’t loosen.. Oh.. Fuck you are tight…” A low grunt from deep in his chest and she was moved, leg lifted, body sifted as he pulled out to move her so she laid on the couch, his right knee on the couch, the other leg straight on the floor. He pulled her into him, moving her legs upward in the air, over his shoulders as he plunged into her wet hot opening. The cold cock heated up as she held on to his arms, her nails digging into his arms as his hands at her hips held her still for his pounding. In and out, faster and faster as her breast repeated the movement as his grunts joined her soft screams, his eyes on her body, on her. Then she felt her hips being lifted off the couch, her ass raised a little as he leaned forward, bending her. His arms went to the couch padded arm, and he took a good hold as he rushed to his own release. She became lost in the pleasure, her eyes glazed, as his body took her’s hard, fast and strong to get his release.



She felt wetness inside her, spilling out between her legs as he finished. As normal- he was never quick, it took a long time for him to cum, while she seemed to break the record on how many times she does, what made him such a great lover. She felt spent like she hadn’t in months. He eased out of her, the bloody seed leaking out of her onto the tan silk couch material that would have to be replaced. He let her legs go, falling onto her as the time to sunrise, till the day sleep shorten by minutes. He kissed her, moving them so she was at his side, his arms around her. “The fires.” He spoke, knowing she would handle them. He watched as a lift of her hand, a few soft spoken words, and the candles, fire went out, leaving them in the dark. “I love you,” he spoke, cupping her face in a hand to bring her lips to his for a final kiss of the night. “Love you.” He pulled her close, hand moving to her ass, one in her hair as he tucked her face to his neck, under his chin, feeling her last breath of the day as his followed.

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Nightgame
03:18 Dec 07 2014

*fans off* Hot Damn!!!

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