A/N: Tara Thornton is attracted to Franklin Mott like a moth to a flame.

WARNING: LEMONS wrapped in Bondage

She could hear him taking a shower, as she tugged at the windows and pulled at the doorknob in his bedroom. He causally hummed as he showered and that infuriated her even more.

She knew he could hear her trying to escape when the water stopped and called out to her.

"You can join me at any time."

"Go fuck yourself!" She yelled back. The dark-skinned beauty took in her surroundings; the room looked more as if taken from an Italian romance novel. It was dominated by a large four poster bed in chestnut, with deep red canopies and a matching coverlet.

She opened a large black wooden cabinet. It contained an array of fetish paraphernalia. Latex, cat'o'nine tails, ball- gags, fuzzy handcuffs, thick rope and several other things she did not want to imagine the usage of. She quickly closed the closet door.

A lightning-fast movement swept through the room, and before Tara's eyes even could begin to follow, Franklin Mott stood in the doorway, wet and totally nude. His icy gaze was piercing, his usual wild curly black mane was slicked by the water. Tara could see him from the corner of her eye, the bastard was smirking.

"Could you please just put something on?" She grumbled.

"Why?" Franklin said with an innocent look on his handsome face, "Don't you like what you see?"

Tara did not dare answer but listened as she heard him move towards the dresser and withdraw something from it.

"How is this?" He asked.

Just a pair of silk boxer briefs wasn't nearly enough, but that will do, Tara thought. Franklin watched her with one eyebrow cocked. Tara clenched her jaws. He seemed to draw her in like a moth to a flame. Franklin was on his feet and in front of her within a heartbeat. His eyes locked with hers, his hand moved across her cheek, his thumb caressing her lips and Tara found herself gasping out loud.

"Tara, I can't stop thinking about you…" Franklin said, his fangs protruding slightly between his full lips. "I've been lonely for so long and now that your here.

"I don't want you…!" Tara stammered. His big frame towered above her, casting a shadow. She was like the mouse in front of a snake, waiting for him to sink his teeth into her quivering flesh.

"I know I was very rough with you, and for that I'm sorry." Franklin breathed against her; he placed in the small of her back.

She found herself pressing hard against him. His fingers moving in lazy circles further down, he grabbed her bottom and lifted her thigh so that her leg wrapped around his leg. With the other hand, he reached the laced edge of her panties. Tara gasped, trying her hardest not to collapse into a shivering heap on the bed.

"I-I just wanted you so badly…" He hissed and Tara felt his fangs, scraping her ever so lightly. At the same time, his fingers reached her, pressing firmly against her throbbing clit through the lace. She was so swollen, so wet.

"Don't…!" she moaned, her hips arching forward to meet Franklin's hand. Franklin's eyes darted up at her; his face stern and dark. Tara's eyes widened as a small trickle of fear surfaced at the back of her neck.

"Stop denying yourself." Suddenly, Franklin grabbed her underwear and ripped them off.

"Ohh fuck!" Tara gasped in surprise, falling back onto the bed on her elbows as Franklin seized her thighs, positioning them on his broad shoulders. That ugly dress he made her wear was pushed up on her stomach and he was there; his head between her legs. His still damp hair brushed the inside of her thighs as he brought her up to his mouth, tasting her. Tara writhed in pleasure as his tongue stroked her wet folds, sinking all the way in, claiming her. Her blood was pounding, throbbing, building waves up to her center, and Franklin's mouth moved slowly upwards, kissing and sucking… Tara fell back against the bed as he enclosed her glistening pearl with his lips, darting his tongue out against it, once, twice…

Then, one of his fangs grazed her most sensitive area and she lost it. Tara came with a high-pitched moan and her fists full of the red coverlet, hard wet spasms entwining her inside. Franklin's hands and searing mouth erased every thought she might have had for previous lovers.

She couldn't resist him.

Her old-fashioned dress lay carelessly thrown on the floor and the candlelight painted their bodies in a soft golden glow as they writhed in the bed Tara moaned and clawed at Franklin's back as he placed bruising kisses on her neck and collarbone, moving down, taking a pert nipple into his mouth. Her back arched up to meet him, and he held her down at her wrists, grinding his groin against her throbbing mound.

Tara cried out in raw pleasure. "Franklin!"

She had had little time to feel his lips against her neck before he plunged his length into her, but she was so ready. His strong arms wrapped around her upper body, holding on, and Tara arched her back, allowing him further in.

His hot smooth length, filling her, bringing her closer. Tara whimpered, trembling with the pleasure. Franklin moaned, cupping her breasts with one hand, caressing her curves with the other. Sparks traveled down Tara's body, bringing her closer to nirvana once again. One of Franklin's hands traveled up to her neck, bending it lightly forwards. His fangs submerged into her neck, and she was sinking, as the sensation sent her into climax, causing her pussy to clamp hard around Franklin's still throbbing cock.

He groaned like a feral animal as he came, riding Tara's orgasm like a wave, stroking her tight, and slick folds until neither of them could take any more.

After a little while, Franklin got up and out of bed. He sauntered over to that black closet and got a thick rope out and began to tie Tara up, while she was still recovering from her aftershocks of pleasure throbbing between her thighs.

Smiling contently at her, he held her ankle and began to wrap the rope around it.

"What the fuck are you doing that for? She gasped," I'm too tired to even stand, let alone run." Tara protested, with the little strength left in her spent body she tried to pull her foot out of his grip.

I must make sure." He said kissing her forehead. How about as a sign of good faith I leave the duct tape off your pretty little mouth." Franklin said as he finished tying her to the bedpost.

"Gee, thanks," Tara rolled her eyes... "for nothing... besides, I know we're in the middle of fucking nowhere."

"True," Franklin said with that devilish smirk, "that's why it's going to take me a while to get back with your dinner." He said grabbing a black t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans and putting them on.

"When I get back I'll make you a bath so you can relax while I'm cooking your dinner." He grabbed a set of keys off the top of the black cabinet. Tara was disappointed in herself for not looking up there when she had the chance.

"What would you like me to get you, perhaps some red wine with your steak?" He grinned. Tara was famished and extremely curious about the vampire's culinary skills.

"Can you really cook?" She asked.

Franklin just smiled, unlocked the door and sauntered out of the room...