If she didn't hurry I was going to be late. I scanned the parking lot again, looking for Madison's car. It wasn't there. I only had half an hour before I needed to be at my boyfriend's place, and it was a 15 minute drive away. I called again, this time she picked up, her voice breathless. "Hey Kathy, I'm sorry, I know I'm running late. I'll be there in 10 minutes to let you in." She hung up and I let out a breath of frustration. Madison was doing me a favor, after all. She was lending me something I was hoping to try out, but I really was in a hurry. I tapped my fingers on the dashboard, wondering what I should do for the next 10 minutes until Madison got home.

After finding nothing good on the radio, I leaned my head back and began to daydream. I imagined the Bones, my extremely hot boyfriend, was in the car with me. I pictured him running his hand up the inside of my thigh, gently stroking the soft flesh stretched over the hard muscles of my legs, then nuzzling at my nipple, making it pop up into a hard button. My breathing got heavier, and I opened a couple buttons on my shirt, the lace of my bra peeking over the fabric. As I pictured him stroking me my own fingers crept up my skirt, and gently flicked across the cotton of my panties as I imagined it was his tongue. My other hand caressed my breasts, aching for him to be touching me. I pushed the crotch of my panties to the side, and put two fingers on my clit, turning them in quick little circles. Tension built up inside me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Just another second and…

"What the hell are you doing?" Madison was standing outside my truck giving me a look that said she knew exactly what I had been up to, amusement twinkling in her eye. I sat up so fast I banged my head on the visor. "Ouch! Oh, nothing. Just. Um." I floundered around trying to come up with some explanation that was less embarrassing than what I had actually been doing. I gave up after a couple of seconds and decided to just try to put myself back together. I quickly re-buttoned my shirt, a task made more difficult by the fact that my fingers were slick.

"Right, whatever. Come on, I've got it inside. What do you want it for anyway?" Madison said, smirking.

"Oh, just to get some exercise" I said, trying and failing to sound lighthearted. I followed her up the stairs and looked at the bag she pulled out from behind her front door. "Can I use your bathroom?"

"Sure, it's that door right there"

I ducked into the bathroom, glad to be out of sight for a moment. I sat down to pee, and realized that in my haste while I had been passing time alone, I had nearly ripped the crotch out of my panties. "Crap" I thought to myself. They were nearly drenched from my wetness, and the rags of cloth would be uncomfortable later. I sighed, pulled them off, and put them in my skirt's pocket. I glanced at my watch, realized I was cutting it really close, and rushed to finish. I grabbed the golf bag as I ran out the door.

"Um, thanks for this. I'll get it back to you later." I raced back down the stairs, forgetting to look like I was struggling under the heavy load. I tossed it into the back of my truck, jumped in the driver's seat, slammed the truck in gear and sped down the highway, then off onto the backroads, and finally the rough road near the edge of the forest.

I pulled my old truck up to the edge of the woods, parking it in its usual spot behind a clump of bushes to keep it hidden from the road. I glanced at the clock; 3 minutes until my boyfriend expected me to meet him at his cave, about half a mile away over rocky terrain, while carrying my unusual bundle. For most 22-year-old college girls, impossible. But I'm not most girls. I grabbed my duffle bag and the golf bag out of the bed of the truck. I may find golf an incomprehensibly boring game, but the bag was the best thing to carry my special treat.

I sprinted off into the woods, my feet knowing every step of my journey. I gracefully leapt over a stray log, hurdled over a bolder, and soared 15 feet across a small creek that had once made for a miserable run after I had accidentally stepped in it near the beginning of a 50 mile jog I had to do as punishment for blushing while filthy things were whispered in my ear. So, how could I do all this? After all, most college students couldn't run 5 miles in the woods, let alone 50. Well, it's a bit of a long story, but it boils down to this. I'm half vampire. My father raped my mother when he had just been turned, so his swimmers were still, well, swimming. So while I'm not nearly as strong as my full vampire lover Bones, I'm much stronger than your average human. Faster and more deadly as well, especially with the punishing training Bones had been putting me through since we met. Lifting rocks and sparring with a 220-year-old vampire had been tough enough, but for me the hardest part of my training had been turning myself from a shy farm girl into a femme fatale. Emphasis on the fatal. It involved dressing in clothes that consisted of less total cloth than your average pillowcase, learning to talk dirty, and listening to Bones as he gently caressed my hand while telling me all the things he was going to do to me in graphic detail. For every blush or cringe I owed him 10 miles of running in the woods. Hence my knowledge of the terrain so well.

I approached the mouth of the cave where Bones lived seconds before I was due. He was standing at the mouth of cave, glancing at his watch. He lifted an eyebrow, stretching his perfect skin over his high cheekbones. His English accent was smooth as satin, caressing my ears. "Cutting it a little close, aren't you Kitten?" he asked. "Would be such a shame if I had to give your perfect arse a good spanking".

Heat ran straight to my groin at the image. While we had spent a lot of time sparing, Bones had never mixed pain with pleasure. At least, not yet.

"I don't think you'll mind. I was running late because I had to pick up something from a friend's apartment," I gave a wicked grin. "Open up the cave and I'll show you."

Bones looked intrigued, and turned to move the large rock that blocked the cave entrance. His indigo shirt was skin-tight, and as he lifted the huge rock his muscles rippled under the fabric. I could see every bulge and crevice, moving like waves as the rock slid along the ground. I felt myself start to get wet in anticipation, and bit my lower lip so hard it bled.

In a blur so fast I could barely see him he was in front of me, holding me in his arms and pressing his lips to mine. His tongue gently licked the wound, hungrily taking in the small drop of blood into his mouth and savoring its taste. "Oh Kitten; I've been aching for this all day." He lifted me up and wrapped my legs around his waist, my skirt bunching up at the top of my thighs. Bones never wore underwear, and I could feel him straining against the zipper in his pants. He got a mischievous glint in his eye "And you aren't wearing knickers either" he cooed in his sexy English accent.

"No," I whispered shyly. "I ruined them earlier when I was thinking about you."

"Is that so Kitten?"

I nodded. "I have a surprise for you." I jumped down from his grip, grabbed the bags up from where I had dropped them, then put a finger in his belt loop and led him back into the cave, through the cavern that served as a living room, and into the bedroom. Bones put his arms around me, but I put a finger over his mouth and whispered in his ear. "No, no, first you have to see the show." I led him to a chair in the corner, then sat him down in it. I whispered softly in his ear, gently nibbling the earlobe while my knee rested against his crotch. "Now, you stay right here, while I get ready." Inspiration struck me, and I pulled my ruined, wet panties from my skirt, placing them over his eyes and hooking them behind his ears, the remains of the crotch hanging over his nose. Vampires don't need to breath, but they have an incredible sense of smell even without drawing in breath on a regular basis. Still, Bones filled his lungs, taking in the scent of my arousal as I opened up my duffle bag.

I pulled out a small wrapped package and stood behind his chair. I whispered softly into his ear "Did I mention I am taking Metal Arts 101 this semester? I have access to all kinds of fun tools." He tilted his head at the sound of me pulling arm and leg restraints apart and attaching them to his wrists and ankles.

"You know, Kitten, that I can break these with less effort that it would take for you to rip open my shirt. Not that that isn't a good idea as well."

"Not these cuffs. I filed the edges to be razor sharp, and then plated them with silver." Silver is one of a vampire's only weaknesses, aside from beheading. "You'd cut off your own hands before you broke them. And neither of us wants you to lose those, they are way too good at what they do. Besides, it would make a mess of the carpet." Sure, his hands would regrow back within minutes, but it would hurt like a bitch. And it was amazingly fun to take control away from someone who was so strong he used boulders as doors. "But I agree, ripping your shirt open is a great idea." I straddled him, letting my bare pussy rub against the zipper of his trousers. Then I grabbed each side of his shirt and pulled his buttons apart, one at a time. Each one exposed more of his muscular chest, and I ran a finger along all the lines of his muscles. They looked so much like sculpted marble that I breathed on them to see if fog would show. Bones leant forward to kiss me, but I leaned away, stroking his neck with one finger. "Not just yet. I still have more to set up."

"Bloody hell Kitten. What are you trying to do to me?" He tested his restraints, but found, as I had said, that they cut into his skin painfully if he pulled. He could get out if he absolutely needed to, but for the moment he seemed resigned to being forced to sit still while I caressed his chest and he breathed in my scent.

I stood up, gave each of his nipples a teasing bite, and then grabbed the golf bag. I pulled out my surprise for Bones. I found a place where the cave ceiling was flat enough, and got to work setting it up.