Page 56 of Bottoms Up
But we’d made it through that fire.
And now, I’d never let her hunger again.
Well, unless the denial would do her good.
Now, though, from this point forward, onlyIwould be giving her pain.
She could fuck others when proper safety protocols were in place, but no one else could hurt her. Only I would push her limits, dispense pain, and bring her to tears.
That was a conversation for another day, though, when she wasn’t glowing with need, so I laid into her asshole with more force and focus, swinging the flogger with precision while upping the speed, faster and faster, careful not to make her bleed while I pushed her endurance until it was hot and raw, red and tender.
When I finally pressed my slick cock to her blazing-hot hole, she trembled.
“So fucking hot,” I murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Can’t wait to open your back entrance and just come right in.” I patted the side of her ass. “Arms out to the side, darling Silver.”
Neither of us was looking for gentle tonight, so I rammed in, more than half my length in two brutal thrusts, opening her, stretching, invading,owning. Her body tried to adjust, but Igave it no time. No easing in, no soft strokes. Just the relentless, deliberate taking of what is mine.
It had been too long since I’d had my dick in her. Since I’d had the right.
Over the next ten minutes, I drove deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter, claiming her inch by aching inch until she was wide open and full, every nerve in her body dancing at the edge of pain and pleasure.
I allowed myself to orgasm early on, enough to take the edge off my own arousal so I could see to her needs better, but I stayed hard. Vampires can control where the blood goes. We don’t wilt. We hunger.
And her heat, her scent, her tiny trembling whimpers were enough to keep me rock-hard and ravenous. She was wrecked and glowing and entirely mine. In this moment, the only thing she needed to feel was me. Every thrust. Every pain. Every pleasure.
Every inch of submission I’d earned and would earn again.
I kept going until her arousal began to fade — not because she wanted me to stop, but because her body had reached the farthest edges of what it could process. She was frayed, used up, desperate.
Perfect.
But we weren’t finished. Not even close. We’d end this session with her worn out, wanting for nothing.
I flipped her onto her back and drove into her ass again — balls-deep now, no resistance left, buried to the hilt — and bit her neck all over again. Not to drink. Not for closeness.
This time was for control. For chemistry.
First, the cocktail for men, a few seconds for the venom to move away from my fangs, spreading through her body, and only then did I inject the blend for women.
Her body shook beneath me — not with pain, not with pleasure, but with that explosive alchemy of both.
Her tits had turned from bright red to deep crimson, the tissue soft, swollen, and begging for more. I alternated back and forth, twisting and flicking and torturing one nipple and then the other, while fucking her ass without pause, without mercy.
Eventually, I ordered her to jack herself off —knowingshe wouldn’t find relief until I sank my fangs in her again and gave her the cocktail to allow it.
She obeyed, tears spilling from her eyes as she worked herself. Her body so far gone, her need so deep.
And I watched her suffer, adored her for the way she fell apart just for me.
But on this night I planned to reclaimallof her holes, so I finally went to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, washed my dick and balls with soap, rinsed them well, dried myself — and then ordered Silver sideways on the bed with her head hanging upside down over the side.
“Legs up. Ankles near your shoulders.”
I ran a strap from one ankle cuff, under her back, to the other ankle cuff, locking her feet up and out, away from her body, thighs spread wide so I’d have a clear path to her delicious cunt and pretty little cock.
And I retrieved the cruel little plastic flogger.
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