Chapter 6 - Willow
The vampire pauses, the head of his cock hovering right at the brink of pushing in. His eyes hold me hostage and there’s lust and need reflected back at me. I desperately want him to fuck me, but what if it hurts? I debate for two seconds about what to say. It’s now or never.
I hope to hell this doesn’t screw everything up and make him stop. After the show he made me put on in front of everyone else and how quickly he turned me into his obedient toy, I want him to be my first. It’s beyond ridiculous how turned on I am.
I close my eyes, summon my courage, then look straight at him, murmuring, “I’ve never had sex before.”
The change in him is immediate. He stills as if he’s in shock, and his eyes go dark with desire. “Really?”
My clit throbs, and I try to rub my body against him. “Yeah. Don’t freak out. I have the red ribbon and I’m here because I want this. Please fuck me...please?”
I’m practically begging at the end, and I rock my hips, trying to nudge his cock inside me, but he doesn’t thrust in. Shit, this is a disaster. Why did I tell him? He’s going to leave me horny and unsatisfied.
I swallow my disappointment. “It’s okay. I’ll leave—“
“Shhh, be still,” he growls, his voice full of raw power.
I snap my mouth shut, powerless to resist him as pleasure pulses through my veins. Ohhh god, I think he’s going to fuck me. Lust burns in my brain and all I want him to do is take me and do whatever he wants to me.
Wild, raw need passes between us, and the vampire lets go of my wrists. My bra has a front-hook, and he quickly opens it. My bare tits bounce free, my nipples hardening in the cool air, and a satisfied hum vibrates from his chest.
“I’m really the first?”
“Yes,” I whisper as I slide my hands down to cup my breasts, squeezing them enticingly.
He turns primal as he leans forward and swirls his tongue around each nipple before giving each one a gentle bite that sends electric bolts straight to my core.
Oh shit, this is new. I didn’t know I’d like a little pain, and I moan loudly.
I might die of shame tomorrow for how much of a slut I am, but not tonight.
..Right now, I’m free to do whatever I want, and it’s like the floodgates of desire are wide open.
His voice is harsh. “Don’t move.”
My body vibrates with desire at the command, and I moan in compliance as he continues.
“I’m still going to fuck you, but we’re taking things nice and slow so you get used to how it feels. If something hurts or you get uncomfortable, you’ll say ‘yellow’ for me to slow down, or ‘red’ for me to stop completely. Do you understand?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathlessly respond as his domineering presence makes my insides twist up deliciously.
“Oh, I like you calling me sir. But I’m not your Sir, babygirl—not yet.”
“Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.” I wince as I hear myself use the word. I can’t help it: something about him makes me want to obey.
My hands are shaking with need, and I hold the undersides of my tits for him again.
His fingers lightly squeeze my nipples, which only fuels my hunger to have his cock inside me.
I have no clue if this is a normal conversation for the first time, but it feels right to submit to his dominance and the sexual tension crackles between us.
“Tell me why someone as delectable as you hasn’t had sex before.”
The tone of his voice isn’t harsh or demanding—just curious, with an underlying current of passion that I crave. I sigh and stare up at him as he hovers over me, holding himself up on one elbow. I can still feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, but he’s not moving it yet.
Shit, I might as well tell him the truth.
“My long-term boyfriend had premature ejaculation issues, and…” I pause for a split second and force myself to continue.
“...And I can’t orgasm, so no one else will want me.
I just need you to fuck me so I know what it feels like, please? I just want to know.”
He doesn’t say anything as his hand slips up under my neck and his lips crush against mine.
I wrap my arms around him and slide my tongue in his mouth, hungrily returning his kisses.
It’s a crazy, raw connection to experience with someone who’s essentially a stranger—and the opposite of how I usually am with men—but I’ve been fantasizing about this party for weeks.
I want to be possessed and fucked by someone.
Nothing else matters except fulfilling this need burning deep inside me.
When he pulls away, he strokes my hair gently, gazing down at me softly. “I want to know what you think will make you orgasm.”
Blushing furiously, I stammer. “I...I don’t know. I gave up trying.”
He raises an eyebrow and I’m drawn into the depths of his gorgeous gray eyes.
Spilling my intimate details to this guy is strangely erotic.
My heartbeat thuds in my ears, and my eyes widen as the tip of his cock slips inside me, stretching me.
There’s no pain like I expected, just an exquisite pleasure.
He sinks in slowly, filling me up bit by bit.
I moan and toss my head, needing him to be all the way inside me.
When I tilt my hips up and try to make him press in deeper, he shakes his head. “Remember what I said about letting your body get used to how it feels, babygirl. If I had known this was your first time, I wouldn’t have teased you in the kitchen. But you seemed so wet and eager.”
“I am,” I insist, reaching out for him, but he resists me and pins both of my wrists down by my sides. Mewling in frustration, I look at him and silently plead for him to fuck me. I’m aching to feel his entire length and for him to get lost in me.
He’s inside my pussy, but not nearly all the way, and I wiggle my hips impatiently. “I need to feel you deeper.”
He leans down for a searing kiss before thrusting the last few inches into me. I let out a loud gasp as I feel him bottom out. He’s so huge that I feel stretched wide to my max.
“It’s okay if you don’t come tonight, babygirl. But I want you to enjoy this either way,” he rumbles as he moves my hands above my head and crosses my wrists so he can pin them down with one hand and explore my body with the other.
I moan when he kisses my throat and massages my tit, rubbing his palm over my nipple, then running his fingertips along my stomach and sliding down to circle my clit.
“Oh god,” I whimper, lost as pleasure floods through my body.
He starts fucking me slowly, rolling his hips in a leisurely fashion that’s almost torture.
“Pleasure doesn’t have to be about coming,” he murmurs as he bites at the sensitive skin on my neck. “Sometimes it’s about opening yourself up to the experience in the moment, and just feeling every sensation and emotion.”
The room spins as tendrils of bliss ripple through me. I thought he was going to fuck me savagely and just take what he wanted from me. But instead, he’s focused on my pleasure as his fingers circle my clit relentlessly.
I need more. More speed and force. “Please… faster.”
“You don’t get to decide how fast I fuck you,” he groans, and I can tell he’s in his element while driving me wild.
I lose track of time as he tenderly strokes my clit in a rhythmic motion, all the while continuing the gentle fucking, taking me to dizzying heights and then pulling me back down.
An unfamiliar pressure builds inside me, and I whimper as I put my feet flat on the bed and try to meet his thrusts to force him in harder.
“Faster! More!” I cry out, my pussy walls contracting around his thick cock as my vision blurs from delight.
“Beg for it like you’re the filthiest slut you can imagine.” His fingers tighten on my wrists. “Then I’ll give you more.”
I’m delirious with pleasure and his words set me on fire.
A pathway in my brain lights up and suddenly I’m noticing every tiny detail: the warmth of his body, his cock throbbing inside me, and his powerful grip on my wrists.
I need this man to do whatever he wants to me.
The realization makes the edges of the world go fuzzy, and I feel myself sinking down into a place I’ve never been before.
I wanted to be a freeuse slut for people to use for my first time.
I am the filthiest slut I can imagine.
Words burst out of me faster than I can think. “Please, sir...harder...faster...I need you to fill me up with your cum...make me yours...make me scream...”
The vampire’s cock thickens, and my words trigger something in him.
His thrusts become punishing as he pumps in and out of me in hard, vigorous strokes that light up every nerve ending in my body.
My breath comes in quick gasps as I focus on the pleasure and I arch my back up off the bed as he grinds against me with each downward stroke.
The vampire releases my hands and leans over me, pounding into me with abandon.
A keening wail erupts from my lungs as he fucks me, and I grab the back of his neck and hold on for dear life.
The unfamiliar pressure bursts inside me, and I’m suddenly flying high.
I scream out as ecstasy explodes like fireworks across my body.
Every muscle tenses and I buck up as his cock brings wave after wave of sheer rapture crashing through me.
I never want this moment to end.
My orgasm triggers his climax and he pounds into me faster, grunting as his muscles tighten, then spills his load. He keeps fucking me, as tiny aftershocks of bliss ripple from my fingertips to my toes.
When he finally stops, he’s panting as his forehead rests on mine while his chest heaves from exertion. The vampire stares down at me in amazement. “That was so unbelievably sexy. I loved watching you come.”
He rolls to my side and I’m frozen in place. What just happened? The pleasure I just experienced was life altering. It’s like my body and mind switched on, illuminating something I never knew existed.
When I shiver, the vampire pulls me on top of him. My breasts flatten against his chest as I melt. I’m floating on a cloud of happiness, and now is not the time to question anything. I’ve got the rest of my life to think about tonight.