Chapter 75 Jules
Jules
The air in the sex dungeon is cool—scented with leather, polished metal, and the faint, clean smell of masculine spice which makes me think of Lucian.
I’m lying on a wide, padded bench upholstered in deep crimson velvet, the soft material cool against my bare ass and thighs. My heart is drumming against my ribs, a mix of nervous anticipation and pure, liquid excitement that pools low in my belly.
The special outfit Lucian chose for me to wear during our Bonding ritual is a work of art—a black corset made of buttery-soft leather, laced so it emphasizes the curve of my waist and pushes my breasts up into the demi-cups.
The cups cradle the full underswells of my breasts perfectly, but the nipples are left completely exposed, tight and sensitive in the cool air, already aching for his touch.
I have no panties on. The V between my thighs feels open, vulnerable, and my pussy is already hot and wet—ready to be filled by him.
The heavy door swings open silently, and Lucian stands there for a moment, filling the frame.
My breath catches in my throat. My Vampire Don is wearing nothing but a pair of tight black leather trousers that mold to the powerful muscles of his thighs and leave absolutely nothing to the imagination, showcasing the formidable bulge of his arousal.
His chest is bare, a landscape of pale, sculpted muscle and a few silvery scars that tell the story of his past…the story of the man who is about to claim me forever. His dark eyes find me instantly, glowing with a possessive heat that makes my whole body clench with anticipation.
Oh God, I want him so much!
“Are you ready, little one?” His voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the stone floor and straight into my bones. “Ready for me to Bond us together completely?”
I feel my heart pounding, a wild bird trapped in the cage of my ribs, but I feel no hesitation—only utter certainty.
“Yes,” I breathe, looking up at him. “I’m ready. I’m ready to give you whatever you want—ready to give you everything.”
A slow, predatory smile touches his lips.
“Good girl,” he growls, the praise sparking a fresh wave of heat between my legs. “Then let’s get started.”
Moving with a vampire’s silent grace, he takes my hand and leads me to a sturdy, freestanding frame of dark, polished wood and gleaming steel that is shaped like a capital X.
It has wide, padded cuffs for my wrists and ankles, connected by a network of adjustable straps and gleaming silver buckles.
The cuffs are lined with something impossibly soft, like brushed suede.
Lucian settles me against the frame. He’s leaning over me and his presence feels overwhelming, but I want more.
“Arms up, sweetheart,” he instructs, his voice gentle but leaving no room for disobedience.
I lift my arms, and he secures the wide cuff around my left wrist, buckling it snugly but not painfully. He does the same with my right, then attaches the wrist straps to corresponding rings on the overhead bar.
Then he moves to my ankles, kneeling before me.
The sight of him there, between my spread legs, his face so close to my exposed pussy, makes me bite my lip. He fastens the ankle cuffs with the same care, then connects them to rings on the lower parts of the X, spreading my legs wide.
Finally, he adjusts a final strap that goes around my waist, connecting to the frame at the small of my back, offering support so my weight isn’t solely on my limbs. I am suspended and completely open—displayed for him like some kind of pagan offering. I’ve never felt so helpless…or so hot.
He stands and leans close to me, his bare chest just inches from my face. He strokes my cheek with the backs of his knuckles, his touch infinitely tender.
“Are you ready, sweetheart?” he asks again, his thumb brushing my lower lip. “Ready to have me in you? All of me?”
The directness and the raw ownership in his tone, sends a jolt straight to my center.
“Yes, please!” My words come out in a breathless moan. “I want you. Take me, Lucian!” I beg.
“I will, sweetheart,” he says, his eyes going dark with desire, “But first, I want to taste you. I want to savor the flavor of my bride before I claim her.”
He sinks to his knees before me again, and this time, he doesn’t pause. He leans in, and his hot, wet tongue delivers a long, slow, devastating lick from my entrance all the way up to my throbbing clit.
“Oh!” I gasp, my body jerking against the restraints. The harness holds me firmly—a delicious paradox of bondage and liberation. I can’t move, I can only submit.
Lucian feasts on me with a focused, carnal hunger—his tongue circling my clit, flicking it, then plunging inside me to gather more of my juices.
I wish desperately that I could touch him—that I could run my hands through his hair and pull him closer, but I am restrained and deliciously helpless.
He can do anything he wants to me, and I can’t stop him.
The knowledge unravels me completely.
“So sweet,” he groans against me, the vibration making me moan and buck against him. “Your perfect little pussy is dripping for me. Begging for my cock. Isn’t it?”
He sucks my clit into his mouth, applying a steady, rhythmic pressure that has me sobbing, my hips straining futilely against the straps.
He licks me until I am a writhing, pleading mess—until the pleasure is a white-hot coil low in my belly, about to snap. He brings me right to the very edge, holding me there, teasing, and then… he stops.
“Lucian, please!” I moan. “I was getting so close!”
“I know, sweetheart. But I’m not ready for you to come yet.”
He rises, his lips glistening with my essence, and kisses me deeply. He shares my secret flavor with me, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I moan into the kiss, sucking on his tongue, dizzy with the taste of myself on him. Why does it taste so good—so right, like this?
“Mmm, little one,” he growls, breaking the kiss, his breath hot on my lips. “Spread your pussy for me. Show me how much you want it.”
I can’t physically spread wider, but I try, pushing against the cuffs, offering myself.
It’s enough. He grips his thick, hard length in one hand, and I feel the broad, smooth head of his cock nudging against my soaked entrance.
He rubs it against my pussy, coating himself in my honey and teasing us both.
“I want to feel you all around me,” he rumbles, his voice thick with strain. “Want to fuck you nice and deep tonight. So deep you’ll feel me in your soul.”
With that, he pushes up into me.
The stretch I feel as he enters me is deliciously intense.
He is so thick inside me. I’m wet and open from his mouth, yet he still fills me to absolute capacity.
He sinks in slowly, relentlessly, until his hips are flush with mine…
until I can feel every inch of him buried to the hilt inside me with the head of his cock kissing the end of my channel.
“Oh God, Lucian!” I gasp, my head falling back against the supportive frame behind me. “Please!”
“Mmm, can you feel that, sweetheart?” he growls, beginning a slow, deliberate withdrawal before thrusting back in, making me see stars. “Can you feel me all the way inside you? Inside your tight little pussy, stretching you out on my cock?”
“Yes!” I moan. “God, yes, I can feel you!”
“Good girl.” His eyes blaze down at me. “Look at you—taking every fucking inch of me like you were made for it! Such a good girl to take my cock so deep in that wet little pussy.”
His hot, dirty words drive me crazy, but I can only moan and gasp in response as he sets a punishing, perfect rhythm, gripping my hips to hold me steady for his thrusts.
My pleasure builds—a towering inferno fed by the fullness, the friction, and the sheer animal dominance of his possession. I love that the cuffs holding me to the frame behind me give me nothing to do but try to be open enough for him.
Lucian holds my eyes with his own, his gaze burning with an intensity that goes beyond the physical. As he drives into me, our bodies joined in the most primal way, he speaks words that make me melt.
“I love you, little one,” he growls softly, each word punctuated by a deep, claiming thrust. “Love you so much—I’m never going to let you go.”
My heart fists in my chest.
“I d-don’t want you to l-let me go,” I pant, the confession ripped from the deepest part of me. “Take me—take all of me. Everything I am.”
“I will, sweetheart,” he promises, his pace becoming even more relentless, the sound of our joining loud in the quiet dungeon. “Can you come for me? Can you come on my cock while I’m buried inside you?”
As he speaks, his hand slides between our joined bodies. His fingers find my swollen, oversensitive clit and he begins to stroke it in tight, perfect circles, in time with his deep, driving thrusts.
The dual sensation is too much. I moan, bucking shamelessly against his hand, against his cock, my entire world narrowing to the point where our bodies meet.
“Oh God, Lucian, I…I can’t hold back!” I wail, the orgasm tearing through me with no warning—a hurricane of pure sensation.
“Good girl—come for me,” he growls, his own control fraying as his thrusts become harder and faster. “Come on my cock!”
As the waves crash over me, I know exactly what I want. I tilt my head to one side, baring the column of my throat in the ultimate surrender.
“Bite me!” I beg him. “Bite me and Bond me, Lucian—make me yours forever!”
For a heartbeat, he stills, buried deep within me, his body rigid with desire.
“As you wish,” he growls.
He leans down, his lips brushing the frantic pulse in my throat in a kiss. I feel a sharp moment of piercing pain and then pure pleasure as he sinks his fangs into my flesh.
As Lucian drinks from me, I feel his cock swell even larger inside me and the final, breathtaking stretch triggers another orgasm even as the first subsides.
“Oh, God!” I moan again as my pussy spasms around his thickness. It’s too, too much and yet I never want it to end.
Then I feel it—spurt after hot, pulsing spurt of his seed flooding my depths—marking me—claiming me from the inside out.
At the same time, the connection between us—that thin, fragile thread I’ve felt since our first night together—suddenly ignites. I feel it growing—getting stronger, multiplying into a web of brilliant, golden light that connects my soul to Lucian’s.
And then… I can feel him.
Not just his body, but him. His emotions flood into me as clearly as my own.
I feel a love so vast, so ancient, and so fiercely focused it steals the air from my lungs.
Underneath it, there is a possessiveness that is a living thing—a protective instinct that would level cities for me, and a devotion that humbles me to my core.
My Vampire Don’s love overwhelms me—a tidal wave of feeling that makes my heart feel too large for my chest. I’m overflowing—bursting with a joy so profound I can barely contain it.
Just as I feel like I might explode, Lucian pulls his fangs from my throat.
He closes the wounds instantly using a slow, tender swipe of his tongue and nuzzles my ear, his body still joined intimately to mine, both of us trembling in the aftermath.
His voice is a raw, intense rumble that I feel in my very bones.
“You’re mine now, little one. My heart. My bonded, Fated Mate. And I’m never letting you go. Not for all eternity.”
In the glimmering light of our new Bond, I feel his truth. I love him and I feel his eternal, unwavering love for me. And I know, with a certainty that eclipses all fear and all doubt, that my life is changed forever. Lucian and I are two halves of a single soul, finally made whole.
We will never be apart again, and I will always be…
His Curvy Queen of Blood.