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  Sampling my taste on her lips set a fire burning inside me. More wetness escaped me. Kissing her passionately, I took her tongue between my teeth and sucked it. Releasing her, I whispered, “Touch me.”

  “As you wish.” She gently slid her tongue over my breast, encircling my nipple. She then nibbled the erect tip before running her tongue down my cleavage, stopping short of my pubic hair.

  The pleasure was unbearable. “Untie me.”

  Tamara cocked a disapproving eyebrow and pinched my hard nipple between her fingers. I knew she was reprimanding me and yet, I was getting hornier. I wanted to wrap my hands around her and feel her exquisite body pressed against mine. Instead, I felt the soft leather restraints hugging me tightly. I wrapped my hands around the straps for support and leaned toward her. Tamara’s reprimand came swiftly. She pressed her body tightly against me, sliding her hand in between my legs and forced three fingers deep inside my cunt.

  “I do not encourage disobedience,” she said forcing her fingers even deeper.

  I gasped for air. My knees buckled underneath me, but the straps kept me upright as she filled me completely. Blood rushed to my groin. My clit yelled for attention and my cunt silently praised her intrusion. “Yes…My…Lady.”

  Tamara pulled her fingers out of me. “I knew you had it in you.” She pulled my pants down, lifting my right leg, then the left. She had taken my pants completely off and left me naked except for the unbuttoned shirt that hung on my shoulders.

  The first wrist strap came undone and my arm fell heavily to my side, then the second strap came loose again with my arm feeling heavy. She placed her hand around my throat and pressed me tightly against the wall. She used her foot to scoot my legs further apart. Tenderly, she kissed my lips and I nipped at her, drawing blood from her bottom lip. She stopped and ran her tongue over her cut lip, tasting her own blood. A mischievous smile broke across her face. She released the hold she had on me.

  “What are you going to do now that you have use of your arms?”

  “I will command your pleasure.” I kissed her neck, gently nibbling her skin between my teeth. She moaned and I knew I had excited something in her. My fingers fumbled with her zipper so she touched my hand, taking the lead in unzipping her pants. I pushed her pants down past her knees and stopped at her ankles. My hands caressed her toned legs, working myself up her thighs. I lightly pressed my face against her pubic hair and teasingly ran my tongue around her triangle-shaped groin.

  She moaned.

  I stood, slowly working my hands all over her firm body. I kissed her neck, then her mouth. Pushing my tongue past her lips, I found her fangs. Careful not to cut myself, I ran my tongue over the sharp tips, teasing her. Her fangs lowered and I pulled away. “Get on your knees,” I ordered, while pushing down on her shoulders. “I do not give anything away for free so it will cost you to taste my blood, My Lady.”

  Tamara looked at me confused, but obeyed. She slipped out of her pants and hesitantly bowed to her knees. My bareness teased mere inches away from her mouth. I pulled her face into me. She wrapped her strong arms around my ass and pulled my wetness toward her. Her tongue caressed every fold, suckling my lips, licking me and teasing me. She slid two fingers inside me, then pulled out and slid a third finger deeper into me. My muscles froze. She held me upright, my head leaned back and I stared at the deceiving ceiling, knowing someone was watching me. My eyes rolled back. I was close. I was going to cum, but she pulled her tongue away, leaving her fingers buried deep inside me.

  Still kneeling at my feet, she challenged, “Command my pleasure.”

  I knelt in front of her, face to face. We stared into each other’s eyes. I sensed her seeing into my soul. I pulled her tight leather shirt off, exposing her round perfect breasts. Her nipples were hard, waiting for me to suckle them. My tongue took turns running circles around each nipple, nibbling them and they swelled all the more, becoming harder. I wrapped my lips around one, sucked and nibbled on it. It obeyed my tongue’s commands. I groped the other and pinched her nipple with my fingers. Then I worked my fingers over her tightly muscled and rippled stomach.

  She jerked.

  I moved my hand down until I felt her sticky wetness. Without pausing, I slid two fingers deep inside her. She moaned and leaned toward me. I pulled out and slid back in harder, repeatedly. Her arms surrounded me, holding her stance as she leaned toward the wall, her face buried on my shoulder. Her muscles rippled and her mouth found my neck. I stopped, knowing she would cum soon.

  “Lay down,” I commanded.

  Tamara obediently responded. Thrusting a third finger deeper into her, she raised her hips. I responded by burying my fingers into her even deeper.

  “Tighten up and don’t let go.”

  She did.

  “More!” I commanded and I felt her cunt lovingly hug my fingers tight. I maneuvered my wetness over her mouth and she raised her head to meet me. I pushed harder into her and then pulled my hips away. I declared, “Not yet.”

  Her head fell back onto the floor.

  I felt her frustration. Slowly, I lowered my lips to her awaiting pleasure. Running my tongue through her pussy, I separated her folds, exposing my fingers buried deep inside her dripping hole. My tongue teased her bud, licking and sucking it. This time, she moaned louder as I lowered myself onto her waiting face. Her tongue slid through my pubes and found my hole. Teasing, she slid the tip of her tongue into me and then she slid it in as far as she could. With her tongue fucking me, she sucked the juices right out of my cunt. Desperate to keep up with her thirst, my juices flowed freely into her mouth. Then she invaded me, sliding three fingers deep inside, filling me completely. She fucked me with a passion I had never felt from a man. She raised her hips, pressing me harder against her swollen tip. She tasted so sweet. My breathing turned sporadic while sweat dripped uncontrollably into my eyes. I smelled her musk everywhere. Her fingers claimed my cunt as her property. She took total control over me. My body tensed. She touched my soul and caressed it in her hands, giving me pleasure I had never felt before.

  “I need.” She bucked her hips under my weight. She was close.

  I held my breath. I needed to cum with her. I needed to feel her energy captivate mine. “Not yet,” I mumbled.

  She moaned louder and her hips raised, but didn’t drop.

  I felt my orgasm escaping and I couldn’t stop it. She had demanded my pleasure and my body obeyed. “Now,” I whined and I felt her fangs dig deep into my femoral artery, next to my pubic bone. Her fingers fucking me distracted the momentary pain. Sending a new shock of pleasure to my already excited clit, my orgasm surged. I buried my face more firmly into her, sucking her swollen bud as we both started shaking. I thrust a finger deep into her ass and instantly drowned in her sweet cum. We moaned together, we came together.

  It was no surprise that Tamara bruised my thigh that night. I really couldn’t have expected anything less. I knew where she would bite and I knew it would hurt afterward. What I wasn’t prepared for was the tenderness it would cause. I had a hard time getting a pair of jeans on without cursing her name. Yes, I know, I agreed, but shit, I didn’t think it would hurt this badly to get dressed.

  Kaley took me out of the schedule for a couple of weeks, telling me that she wanted to give me enough time to heal. Even during the painful act of getting dressed, I craved to be near her and feel her. I longed to have her touch me. I didn’t care that she lacked a soul. I have enough for both of us and I would willingly share mine with her.

  After a couple of weeks of not seeing or hearing from her, I started to believe that I was just another feed and fuck for her and that I wouldn’t see her again. Maybe I had challenged her ego or her pride too much. Maybe, she thought I was the kind of girl she wanted to be around, but not the kind you took home to mother. I had always been attracted to Tamara and our little fling encouraged me to wear my heart on my sleeve. I was missing her terribly. I knew her vampmones didn’t screw with my mind—this was al
l natural.

  To my surprise, she came back the week after Kaley let me go back to work. Three weeks I hadn’t seen nor heard from her and now she’s requesting to see only me. Kaley said Tamara wanted to meet me in the Medieval Room. Of course she did, no surprise there. Of course, I agreed to meet her.

  I was wearing a white, sleeveless, cotton sundress and sandals. I carried around my beach bag when I entered the musky smelling room. It hadn’t changed much from what I remembered. Except this time I wasn’t strapped to the wall. I was free to move around as I waited for her to join me.

  “I have been thinking about you,” she announced her presence.

  Damn, she blended so perfectly into the corner of the room that I hadn’t even noticed her. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of telling her that I had also thought about her—a lot. “And?” I sat on the throne armrest.

  “I would like to try this again, if it’s all right with you.” She approached, holding one arm behind her back.

  Immediately my desires sparked. My passion awakened. “Well, what do you have in mind?” I crossed my arms and legs. This time, I wasn’t going to give in so easily. I would control my lust.

  She stopped a foot away. “My name is Tamara Hightower and I’m extremely pleased to meet you,” she said, handing me a dozen red roses.

  I was not expecting that from her. My heart skipped a beat and my silent walls melted as I took the roses and relished their smell. They were fresh, newly picked. “I’m Izzy,” I said, holding the roses closer to my nose, “and I’m glad you came back.”

  “You have touched me in a way only one other has. I would like to pursue this and see what happens next.” She caressed my bare arm and her energy soared through me, exciting me as if this had been the first time we had ever touched. She leaned into me, pressing her soft lips against mine, demanding entrance, our tongues dancing together, rekindling our insatiable sexual hunger for each other. She grabbed my ass, standing me up and pressing us closer together.

  I pushed her back. “Wait a minute.” I reached into my beach bag and pulled out a leather harness. Giving her a sheepish smile, I said, “I’d like to see what you can do with this.”

  Her eyes lit up and she met my smile with her own impish grin. I kissed her passionately as I unzipped and pulled her pants off. My tongue tasted every inch of her hard muscular belly. I slipped the harness on her and snapped the buckles, situating it perfectly over her crotch. I knelt down and took her new cock in my mouth. Slowly, I stroked it to make sure she could feel the base hitting her clit. Her eyes rolled up and her lips parted slightly as she met my gentle thrusts. I guided her to the throne and sat her down. Sliding it deeper into my mouth, I pressed down on her cock, knowing it would excite her even more.

  I took one of her hands and strapped it to the throne armrest as I worked her dick further into my mouth. She looked down at me and I pressed her cock harder against her nub. Her eyes rolled and she leaned her head back, arching her body. I took her other hand and pulled it through the leather strap on the opposite armrest. Pulling the strap tight, I raised my head and ran my tongue up her belly to her neck. The throne was wide enough that I knelt directly over her while I nibbled her soft skin.

  My sundress draped across her, shielding us from prying eyes. Then I moved my neck close to her mouth. A tease. I let her tongue touch my skin. More teasing. I had learned a few things working at the Center—vampires and men are alike. They are easily worked by an experienced hand and I intended to work Tamara tonight. I moved my neck closer to her tongue, encouraging her to feel the hard, steady pulse of my artery beat. She opened her mouth and I pulled away, “Uh-uh. Not yet…first you fuck me, then you taste me.”

  She raised her hips, pushing her stiff cock against me, but it slid past my cunt and stopped at my ass. I raised my hips. “That hole is for another day,” I cautioned as I stroked her eager cock back to my waiting cunt and slid it inside me.

  I mounted her. Wiggling, I took every inch, making sure she felt me. With each of her up-thrusts, I pushed down, driving the base harder against her swollen tip. Her fingers dug into the armrest and I quickened my momentum, wiggling the base, heightening her sexual intensity. She arched her back. I knew she was close. I stopped, sitting perfectly still on her lap. I kissed her cheek and my sweat ran down her face, gleaming in the candlelight. She had never looked so beautiful and so distraught. She opened her mouth and I kissed her lips. “I am the keeper of your pleasure,” I said, squirming in her lap.

  Her eyes rolled back.

  “Look at me,” I commanded, but she resisted. “Look at me.”

  Finally, she obeyed. “Bid me your blood,” she pleaded.

  Her vampmones were working overtime. I felt her energy absorb into me and I wanted nothing more than to please her, but I wouldn’t give in. I smiled. “You have not earned it yet.” I kissed her neck and slowly moved my hips. Her groin immediately obeyed me, thrusting up and into me, a moan escaped my lips and her fangs brushed my neck. I felt her sharp points scrape my skin.

  “My naughty little vamp,” I whispered as I vigorously rode her, “I should make you wait.” I slid my hand under my dress and found the leather harness bound to her. I slipped my hand under it and felt her dampness. She pushed up and I moved with her. My fingers soaked in her wetness. I slid my fingers down and caressed her asshole.

  She clenched her cheeks and bared her ass down into the throne cushions.

  I forced the tip of my finger into her ass. “All. Of. You. Belongs. To. Me.” I wiggled my hips on the base of her cock. “All. Of. You.”

  Tamara threw her head back, arching her back, “Yes…Mila,” she mumbled.

  I was flattered I could make her feel like Mila did three hundred years ago. I wouldn’t take her memories from her, but I needed her to know who it was that now claimed her pleasure. “Who?” I whispered without releasing my grip on her ass. A silent moment passed and I mounted her cock harder. “Who commands your pleasure?” I bit her neck and sucked on it, drawing her blood into my mouth. Her hickie was nothing compared to the bruise she left on me, but I would leave my mark on her tonight. I tasted her sweet blood as she would soon taste mine.

  She clenched her teeth. “You.” She dug her fingers harder into the armrest.

  My breath teased her ear, “Who? Who commands your pleasure?” I jiggled her dick against her clit.

  She parted her lips and said nothing.

  My cunt rubbed against her. I kissed her neck and then bit it again. Harder. I thrust down deeper onto her cock.

  “You.” She bucked her hips up.

  “Who?”

  “Izzy,” she barked. “Izzy commands my pleasure.”

  I released her ass from my grip and she looked at me with new eyes, as if seeing me for the first time. At that moment, I knew Tamara was mine, not Mila’s. My excitement was unbearable. My desires burned my soul. I rode her cock deeper and harder into me. Her arms pulled on her restraints, but she couldn’t escape me. My world slowed down as the pleasure built inside me. I looked into her eyes and saw a small spark of humanity. I needed her to break the passion loose from my being and claim me as much as I claimed her. Her eyes turned black and her fangs peeked out from under her lip. She stared at me, longing for permission and I realized that in her own way she had claimed me, too. I leaned my neck closer to her, exposing my artery as my groin plunged down, tightening my muscles around her. I thrust faster and deeper until I felt myself cuming on her eager cock. I pulled her mouth to my neck. She needed no further invitation. She drove her fangs into my artery.

  She moaned and bucked underneath me, simultaneously cuming and drinking my blood. Her moans ricocheted through my senses, her bucks heightened me and her fangs excited me, rousing another unrestrained orgasm from deep within my core. I wrapped my arms around her neck, holding her firmly against me as my orgasm exploded, enveloping her in my delight. I collapsed on her shoulder, trying desperately to catch my breath. She wrapped her arms around me, hol
ding me, comforting me and shielding me in her arms. “Your ties,” I mumbled through gasps of air.

  “You didn’t really think leather would hold me?” she gently licked my neck, healing the puncture wounds she had just left.

  I tried raising myself, but didn’t have the energy. Tamara grabbed my sides and raised me, letting the dildo slide out from inside me as she slowly lowered me back onto her lap. Letting her new member glide through my wetness, I tightened my thighs and hugged it close to me as she wrapped her arms around me and I fell asleep in her arms.

  Shortly after that, I asked Kaley for an early retirement and she willingly obliged my request. Tamara and I bought a house together. Knowing that she had concerns for her safety while she slept, I hired a construction crew to build her a safe room. It was equipped with electronic door locks and a monitor so she could see the door before she came out. Completing the security was an emergency escape route if she needed one. After weeks of remodeling, we finally settled into our new home and decided to join Kaley on a night out on the town to celebrate.

  With the sun safely tucked away for the evening, the night crowd came to life. Neon signs glowed attracting patrons, bars encouraged would be partygoers in with the lure of no cover charges. Lake Worthington drag shows were extremely popular, attracting hordes of visitors from all over the state. It wasn’t unusual to see celebrities like a Cher or Madonna casually walking the strip, taking in all the sights.

  We decided to meet Kaley at our favorite Sushi restaurant. Kaley skipped dinner and we decided to meet at Dale’s later in the evening. I love to people watch and Tamara loves to make her presence known, so our plans had worked out anyway.

  Dale’s was proving to be quite a popular bar these days. After remodeling the old, run down bar, the nightlife swung into full action, commanding that bouncers keep a running tab of its patrons as not to exceed the maximum limit. Not finding a parking spot in front of the bar, I drove across the street. It would be a short, but nice walk. Dale’s was at one end of the building and next to it was a new metaphysical herb shop The Sister’s Cauldron while The Old Time Ice Cream Parlor claimed the rest of the block.