Page 68 of Lured

Thrusting deep, I filled her with my seed again. Slowly we came down together as well, our bodies entwined.

For many years I had lived life in the shadows, trying to figure out where I wanted to be, always moving, always going wherever my uncle needed me to.

In this moment, I felt like I was home.

She was home.

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Anais

As I stirred next to Leo, I breathed in everything about him. I tried to shift to get comfortable and brushed up against him. Almost immediately his eyes opened and he saw me.

He wrapped an arm around me again and scooped me up against him.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice deep and husky.

“Yes. I am now,” I replied, speaking more honestly than I had in weeks.

Before I could utter another word, Leo kissed me once more. I shifted closer, wanting his skin to be up against mine. It didn't matter that we'd already made love twice and kept sleeping and finding each other again when one of us stirred.

I wanted him again and it seemed I wasn't alone.

As I flicked my hips up against his crotch, I noticed he was already growing hard. He moaned as I did it for a second time and rolled me onto his back.

“I've been gentle with you so far, but you seem like you have lots more energy back,” he said into my ear, keeping his voice low and serious. “I think it's time I reminded you what it means to belong to a vampire. I'm going to make you mine.”

His words alone were enough to get me wet and hungry for him. I tried to pull him in closer, but he pushed my hands above my head and pinned them there. As our eyes met my breath caught in my throat. He was going to do whatever he wanted to me and I was hungry for him to do so.

It wasn't like me to feel so calm while another was in control but there was something about Leo. He seemed to know exactly when to be gentle and when to be rough. No matter how strong he was or how much he did what he wanted, I felt safe with him.

Being his was like being free. Free of all constraints and judgment. Free to let passion flow and my body respond how it wished. Free to explore and go on this strange adventure with him.

He kissed me some more, his passion growing along with the hardness of his cock. It brought me back to the present, but he didn't fuck me yet. This time I knew he was going to make me wait.

Just as I thought he might do more, touch me somewhere or maybe even feed off me, he stopped entirely and got up. He went over to his suitcase and pulled out a few different ties from the bag. When he came back to me, he looped one around my wrists and then tied them to the top of the bed.

Although my heart rate increased, calmness also washed over me. I wanted this.

He tied each ankle as well, pulling them out to a corner of the bed each. It made me even more vulnerable and exposed, my body aching for him to do more than just look at me.

It was as if he read that thought as well. As soon as he came back up onto the bed he felt the wetness between my thighs. I was even more turned on than I'd have expected.

“I'm going to make you cum,” he said. “Several times.”

Very slowly, he slid two fingers into me. I gasped and tried to squeeze my legs together, but I couldn't, the restraints keeping me from doing so. He didn't do anything but move his fingers, pressing against my insides and finding a spot that soon had me moaning and writhing while he watched.

At first I was nervous, unsure of being at his mercy while he looked on and focused on my pleasure, but before long I was too lost in the ecstasy to care. He brought me closer and closer to my peak, each stroke timed to perfection.

Right before I could tip into the bliss of oblivion he stopped and reached up to pinch and twist a nipple. I moaned in frustration as the pent up desire came crashing down. It was torture as he continued to pinch and twist my nipples until the pain was almost as unbearable as his fingers inside me had been pleasurable.

I couldn't speak, the conflicting sensations sending shudders through me. As the pain eased he began moving his fingers deep inside me again, building me back up toward the height of desire once more.

This time I moaned with desire, fighting even harder to move, press my legs together or anything that would get me too much orgasm faster. For a second time he stopped before I could orgasm, his other hand administering the dose of pain that prevented me from finishing anyway.

I mewled, so hungry and desperate to be allowed to cum that I panted and tried to buck my hips against him. Anything to move him inside me.

He chuckled and began again, giving me what I wanted for now. It didn't take as long the third time to get me near again, but he wasn't done torturing me and before long he was pinching and twisting my nipples again.

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