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ERIC POV
I bid my Dina goodbye and made haste to the top floor of the house. There was a single window there with a small balcony, which I stepped on to briefly before taking to the air. That single window had more security on it than any window or door in the house. It was one of my favorite places to take off from when I was going to fly.
Along the way, I pondered my life. Yes, life. Before Dina it had been a mere existence. There were things I was lacking before, that I didn't even know of until now. Deep feelings that I hadn't felt in so long, I had forgotten to miss them. But now I had everything a man could wish for. I was the richest Vampire in Louisiana. Queen Sophie Anne's fortune didn't hold a candle to mine. My power and influence was also exceptional. There were few throughout the southern United States who could rival me. I had a position of authority in the kingdom that did not take up too much of my time, and a successful public business that I enjoyed running. I had a fierce, loyal child of whom I was very proud. I had a strong, beautiful, intelligent woman who was completely submissive to me and who also loved me. Dina kept me warm with more than just her body. Living within the scope of her love was incredible and I loved the way she not only accepted the dominant, often sadistic Vampire in me, but also provided a soft place for me to land when the world threatened to come crashing down. A Vampire does not show it, but we too have days when we feel run down, mentally exhausted, physically depleted. Dina was the answer to my prayers. She knew just where and how to touch me, not necessarily sexually, to make me feel better. I felt happier than I had in centuries. Only training Pam and watching her mature into the spectacular Vampire she was had caused me so much joy.
In minutes I touched down in the woods just out of sight of the back parking lot of Fangtasia, where only Pam, myself, and Vampires on duty in the bar were allowed to park. I didn't want to take the chance of giving my secret away. I sped across the parking lot to the back door, quickly unlocked it, and entered. Pam was already standing there to greet me, a stack of paperwork in her hands.
"Master, you look exceptionally well!" she told me with a knowing smile and a wink.
I growled at her for her impertinence but returned her smile. "Pamela, I have rarely been better." I took the stack of papers from her to look through. Most were mundane things but I paused with interest when I found that Leila had faxed me a complete report of her time with My Dina that morning. I handed the stack back to Pam with that on top. "Lock these in the office and I will see to them later, and then meet me back here."
She nodded, and in seconds was back at my side as I was unlocking the door to the storeroom, behind which was the secret door that led downstairs into the part of the basement that we didn't show to many. If you did get to see this part of the basement, chances are you would not live much longer. I could hear a soft moaning between what sounded like prayers coming out of our resident "guest." I stopped briefly to put on a pair of tight black gloves, the kind I liked to wear both to intimidate and to keep my hands clean when doing what I was about to do. Pam never wore gloves. As I moved aside the false wall and entered the code to gain access to the basement, I turned to Pam and grinned. Both of our fangs came down at the same time. We were very much alike, the two of us. Pam loved a good torture-killing as much as I did. She understood why I was doing this and was glad to participate. She knew that if someone had grievously wronged one of her pets (Dina was much more than a pet but Pam never bonded or took on anyone she hoped to spend eternity with), I would help her to kill the wrongdoer as well. Passing the door, we made a point of shuffling our feet loudly and making conversation.
"You look stunning tonight, my dear." I told Pam sincerely. Her long blonde hair was held back by a simple back band on top of her head, and she wore a tight, black spandex dress with a neckline that dipped down to her navel. Her breasts and nipples strained against the material which was solid atop her breasts. The rest of the bodice was intricately cut in a lacy spider web pattern that covered the low back and continued all the way to the dropped waist, clinging sensually to all of her curves. The skirt was made of alternating panels of the solid and the cutout, the cutout pieces covered in sheer lace with a slight sheen. The hemline was uneven, giving it a rippled appearance, and fell just above her knees in an A-line shape. The sleeves were made of the same sheer lace and hugged her well-toned arms all the way to the wrists and extended along the top of the hand in a V-shape, at the end of which was a white gold ring that she wore on her middle finger of each hand. "Are those new shoes?" They were black, high, and strappy, the straps wrapping around her legs for a few inches above the ankle.
"Yes, Master, Louboutins," she responded. .
"Perhaps you should take them off. The blood might ruin them!" I said loudly, laughing silently. The moaning and prayers had stopped and now I could tell that he was holding his breath. The smell of his fear was energizing and I could feel a sense like an adrenaline rush building inside of me to join with the extreme anticipation that was already there. I breathed in the stench of his urine and feces; he had not been allowed to use the toilet while he was here. Pam had stripped him naked and suspended him in the middle of the room by his armpits and his crotch. We had devised a unique suspension system that would keep the suspended off-balance by pulling tighter in one place than another, or moving to lean slightly to one side or the other. The point was not to allow our victim to get comfortable, relax, or sleep while in our clutches. Pam had come down once a day and turned a sharp jet of icy cold water on his privates to clean him of his messes and rinse them down the drain below his feet.
"The blood will season them!" she told me excitedly. "And if I do not like it, you will buy me new ones." I growled good-naturedly at her and we both laughed. I paid for all of Pam's expenditures, and soon would pay for all of Dina's as well, once she was sufficiently trained and able to leave the house accompanied by myself or Pam to do her own clothes-shopping. Pam's normal clothing outside of Fangtasia was classic and elegant. She only wore the "Vampire gear" while on duty at the bar.
We arrived at the bottom of the stairs and surveyed our captive, who looked miserable currently. The system had tilted him sharply to his left, putting a lot of pressure on his right armpit, while at the same time it had tightened the ropes under the left side of his crotch until they were unbearably tight. One of his testicles was stuck in it and was positively blue!
"Hello Paul!" I said jovially. "How's it hanging? Whoops, that was rude!" I turned to Pam and we laughed at my joke. He wisely didn't respond, instead staring warily at us. "Now, I think you know why you are here. Isn't that right?" I started walking around him and casually spun the mechanism to which he was attached. Except "casual" for me was rather extreme for him, and he spun violently for a few seconds before Pam grabbed the remote control and brought the mechanism to a stop. I was in the background laughing but apparently our "friend" didn't find it funny.
"What the fuck man?" he screamed at me, his face very red.
All traces of mirth left me and I reached out to grab his hair. "Who do you think you are speaking to, MAN?" I said in my iciest, most menacing voice. But he was too stupid to back off, even as disadvantaged as he was.
"Fuckin' fanger!" he yelled at me. "Where do you get off putting me in here? Who the fuck do you think you are?" His mouth started to make a motion like he was going to spit on me, so I let go of his hair and backhanded him across the face. He was finally smart enough to shut up.
"Do I have your attention now, Paul?" I asked him. "Oh, but I hear they call you Curly." My tone was almost friendly now. "Is that because of this?" I reached up to grab his hair again, but this time I grabbed the mullet-like long portion that grew past his collar.
"Uh, yeah, it is," he said, subdued now.
"How interesting." I said casually, then I grabbed on hard and yanked, pulling his hair right out of his head along with a chunk of scalp. He screamed and I threw it over my shoulder. Blood flew everywhere and splattered in his face. He shook his head like a dog and continued to scream.
Pam had finally heard enough. She slapped him. "Stop acting like a baby! Shut up!" she ordered him, annoyed. Behind his back I grinned at her and removed my gloves for a few moments.
I had instructed Pam to bring my iPad downstairs earlier, and I picked it up now and brought up a picture of my Dina, smiling into the camera on a sunny day. I held it up to him, repeating, "I do believe you know why you are here?" He squinted at it so I pushed it into his face. "Beautiful, isn't she? Yes, I agree. I'm quite taken with her myself." I pulled it back and wiped his blood off of the screen, gazing at the picture fondly.
"Fangbanging cunt," he said under his breath.
I looked up at him, my eyes blazing, and handed the iPad to Pam. "What did you say?" I cocked my head at him and came close. He jerked as if he wanted to grab or kick at me, but the way he was hanging didn't allow him to do that.
"I know you did not just insult my Bonded, did you? DID YOU?" I grabbed his throat and began to squeeze. "Because if you did, I might have to kill you for it!" My voice was loud and deadly. The idiot started to shake his head, terrified of my threat, seeming to want to take back his insult. I roughly patted his face twice, acting as though I believed him. "Good man." I said evenly, smiling at him through my fangs. He actually seemed to take a deep breath and relax. Stupid redneck.
"Oh, that's right!" I said next, after appearing to walk away. "There is one other small matter." I turned and started to walk around him again. "There is the fact that you tried to rape her in Merlotte's. There is the fact that she was terrified of you. There is the matter that you touched what is mine, with intent to harm!" I was back to standing in front of him now, and he actually seemed to perceive that he was in trouble. "I WILL have to kill you for that!"
At that second, with a hand signal from me, Pam let down the entire harness system that held him off the ground. He fell hard onto the concrete floor. My whole body was humming, full of the need to kill to defend my chosen woman. But I wanted none of his blood. I had hers waiting for me at home. I picked up the idiot and threw him across the room. Then I advanced on him and slowly broke every bone in his arms and legs. I picked him back up and threw him one more time, in Pam's direction. He kept screaming at me, yelling things like 'no' and 'please,' but my ears were deaf to his pleas.
"He is yours, Pam, on one condition." I said evenly.
"Yes, Master?" she licked her fangs within his sight. The redneck was still screaming and cursing us.
"Shut up!" we yelled at him in unison. He did, surprisingly.
I took a switchblade out of my back pocket. "Cut his dick off and feed it to him before the end." I threw the blade to Pam, walked over to retrieve my iPad from where she had set it down, and started back up the stairs.
"Thank you Master!" she called to me just as I slammed the door. Gods, I needed a shower!
I went back upstairs and peeled my clothes off. I was going to have to permanently dispose of the clothes I wore to the basement; nothing would clean those. I was going to simply tell Dina I had showered at the bar and that's why I was coming home in different clothing. It was tricky to not lie, but not hurt my delicate Bonded's sensibilities. I would never understand her being upset that I killed the man who attacked her. I balled the clothes up and tossed them in a bag. I was going to take a hot shower to start to decompressing my nerves. I tried to be quick, but some of the blood from my prisoner had dried on my skin and wouldn't come off.
I was meeting with Bobby soon and I had to calm myself. I had a plan to deal with the situation that occurred earlier today. Being a Vampire in such a political world had taught me to hide my feelings well. I knew when I got home I was going to see My Dina and feel the same intense feelings that led me to track down, torture, and kill her attacker. But I was going to be calm – aloof even – with Bobby. Once I felt pristine, I toweled off and slipped into a grey and green tracksuit. I fixed up my damp hair to the best of my ability. I thought My Dina was going to appreciate how I looked once I got home.
I went to my office and started to get my stuff in order. I checked my phone and had one text from Dina. I texted her back and hoped she'd take a nap before I got home. I found the key and unlocked the drawer where Pam had left the receipt from Leila. I set up my laptop and logged in to my security system. It was very advanced technology. I was going to review the tapes from today to see what exactly had happened between my human and my dayman. I also had a nice program on it – some might call it a virus – that recorded every keystroke Dina made on her laptop. I would even be able to see when and if she tried to delete things from history. As of now, she had been sticking to only the sites I selected for her and spending some time on . I might buy her the membership so she could access all the features. I decided it best to review the paperwork from Leila before watching the tapes.
She bullet-pointed everything she did and made a few comments. I had ordered some custom gags and teeth covers from the molds she took. I would get them by the end of the month, if not sooner. She did however note that there were some cavities and recommended I take Dina to a dentist. I would have to see what Dr. Ludwig said. I doubted she did teeth, but perhaps she could recommend someone. I wondered why this was never brought to my attention before but I didn't feel that I could be angry with Dina. After all, I had never asked, and it wasn't as if we sat around discussing her health when we were alone. We were... what was the human saying? Like two rabbits in heat. I chuckled to myself at my little joke. I kept reading and saw a question about hair color. I knew Dina dyed – the 4 different shades of red made that fairly obvious. I didn't know how I felt about this. I did love how she looked, but had always preferred a more natural look. Even a woman who dyed her hair in a way that made it look like she was born with it, appealed to me more than some of the unnatural hair fashions I'd seen. I think I'd test out letting her dye her hair as she had been doing. I'd tell Leila what she used and make sure we had the right supplies. She was also starting a skin regimen and asked that I trust her to bring results in her own time. I trusted her expertise. I was pleased, and quite proud of My Dina, to find that Leila had also found nothing negative to say about her on the paperwork. That would have been something I could not ignore, and would have had to hand down some sort of punishment.
I put the receipt in my safe and sat back down to watch the footage. I plugged in my headphones. I saw the 8 video screens that showed the cameras around the house. When I saw My Dina come into the living room I clicked to make the image larger and adjusted the volume.
I caught his dirty look and the uncertainty in her voice and noted both of these. He needed to watch how he looked at what was mine and she needed to be more confident. He then appeared to admire her breasts. I felt my fangs press against my gums. I switched camera views as they left the room. I watched their ascent up the stairs with growing irritation. He was being ridiculously rude and grossly overestimating his position within my employ and confidence.
I almost broke my desk when I heard him threaten her. Since when did Bobby know about any of the women I consorted with? I couldn't remember the last time I killed one of my meals. His implication was made to terrify her. I didn't know if he was trying to leverage her fear for his benefit or if he just enjoyed being cruel. Regardless of his intention, he had no right to comment to my Bonded about any of my previous liaisons. It was up to me to do, or not do, that. I saw her stunned into silence and then she forced herself not to respond. I think overall she made the right choice. She didn't need to speak up; I was going to punish him on her behalf soon enough. When I saw him grab her arm, I had to pause the tape and try to control myself. I was about to break something and ruin my plans. There was no excuse for him touching her. I couldn't believe I was going to have to find and train a new dayman after I killed Bobby. Dammit! I'd had him in my employment for years. I forced myself to regain control and finish the video.
I began to think Bobby meant to coerce a sexual act out of my Bonded. He was too eager to be in the room where she would be nude and his eyes spent too much time on her ass as she walked in front of him. He was a fool if he thought any man would touch her but me. I had already set a precedent tonight that foolish men who did so died slowly in my dungeon. I didn't click the screen depicting the time Dina spent with Leila. I wasn't interested in watching her being groomed and didn't want to invade her privacy. I had taken her friends from her. If she could make one with Leila, I wouldn't intrude. I trusted them to speak alone. I stayed with the hallway camera.
Bobby pressed his ear against the door. But it was useless; the room was soundproof. He slid to the floor and I watched to see what he would do next. His hand went to his crotch. My fangs clicked into place. I couldn't believe what I was witnessing. Bobby had undone his pants and was masturbating furiously! He kept mumbling about a 'little whore' and a 'red headed slut'. I knew without a doubt he was thinking about My Dina. My rage and my disgust were almost more than I could bear. Most of all I felt like I had made yet another mistake with my Bonded. Bobby was an ass, but I never concerned myself with that fact. I let him take Dina to her appointment because I didn't doubt his loyalty. But obviously, he didn't value my relationship with her the way he should have. I could almost hear Dina's voice telling me my biases against humans were blinding me. I ignored Bobby's behavior because I thought it was insignificant to me, but now I couldn't help but wonder what other relationships, and not necessarily those with women, Bobby might have damaged for me because of his pompous idiocy. I also wondered who else on my staff might not be safe enough to have around Dina. I watched him climax and spend the remainder of the time on his blackberry. I saw him stand outside the door as Leila's scheduled time to end the session came near. If I saw him touch her again with his cum-stained hands I swore I would kill him the moment he walked into Fangtasia.
When Bobby threatened and insulted her again all the way back to the office leading to our living area, I was less shocked. I was still enraged. I saw her give him a defiant look and cutting remarks. I sighed and looked at the time stamps. There were a few sections Bobby would be watching with me. I was interested in his explanation, but his sentence was already decided.
I slowly began to stretch and try to calm myself. I practiced some of my exercise techniques and thought about how fulfilling it would be if I could calm down and accomplish this. I thought of the satisfaction I'd get after knowing that Bobby wasn't even all that loyal – I expected him to lie to me. I also wanted to see what My Dina would say to me. I wondered if she would be honest. Unlike with Bobby, I don't think she would lie out of malice or cowardice. But I had a feeling I'd hear less than the absolute truth of things. I would have to quickly punish and correct this. Better to tackle these things early in training.
I finally found where I needed to be. I felt the hunger to trap Bobby and fully vet out how deep his loyalty ran and how much value he had to me. I was going to test my slave and possibly administer her first real punishment. I sat in my chair and began to pull out papers so it appeared I was busy. I locked my headphones away. I wanted Bobby to think there was no sound to these tapes.
At 3:50am, my office phone rang. I answered it and Ginger told me Bobby had arrived. I told her to send him in. He came in looking fine and not seeming to be fearful. He respectfully bowed and addressed me as 'Master'. I beckoned him to sit down on the other side of my desk. Once seated, I cut to the chase; as I would with any manner.
"I wanted to discuss your messages and your report."
"Of course Master, I trust you understand my complaint."
Suddenly, his typical sense of self-importance upset me. It was no longer a nuisance unworthy of my attention. It made my gums throb. I wanted to beat him and watch his pride break as he cried. I forced these thoughts to the back of my mind.
"Not really. I was quite surprised. I have some footage; I'd like you to 'narrate' for me."
I turned the laptop toward him. I noticed he paled and seemed to finally show a slight sign of nervousness. "How about we start with this?" I hit fast-forward and enhanced the picture of Bobby addressing her when she first came out.
"Well, I said 'hello' to her and began to tell her about our day. She seemed bored with me already and was acting as though I was wasting her time." His voice became more and more confident as he continued.
"And the way you looked at her?"
"Naturally, I was upset with her rude looks and bad posture."
"Anything else? I can think of something."
"I was surprised at her outfit. I know you are an exceptional Vampire, Master, but most pets aren't dressed like that. She was obviously wearing an expensive, top-of-the-line dress."
"So you were surprised and stared at her?"
"It was wrinkled and she stood there in such a way that it made it look cheap. You know how these girls are."
Now I was intrigued. Where would he take this? He was getting too confident if he thought he could insult her in front of me.
"How, what girls are?"
"You know Master…the lower class fangbangers. They can't appreciate what they are given. I think that's what her attitude is from: she is ungrateful and entitled."
I believe Dina would tell me this was called 'projecting'. I called it 'earning your death sentence'.
"I see. Let's continue."
I turned the screen away from him. I was intentionally going to skip the hallway scenes. He wouldn't be able to explain masturbating in my hallway. I would allow him to assume there was no camera there. I got to the part of the video that showed Leila opening the door for him. You could see her walk to the door and not much else.
"This is where you asked to come into the room?"
"Yes, Master. I explained that I had to monitor the situation to make sure it was up to your standards. I also wasn't sure if you were worried about the girl doing something that would embarrass you."
"Bobby, are you aware that this woman is bonded to me?" I wanted to know if he knew the significance of my relationship with Dina.
"Yes, Master!" He nodded emphatically.
"And, what does that mean to you?"
He seemed to sense that I was fishing for something but I could tell he wasn't sure what. The smell of fear began to permeate the room, however lightly. "Well Master, I believe that it means she is in need of some discipline from you."
I watched his Adam's apple as he swallowed nervously but deliberately did not look at the artery so obviously pulsing below his skin. I couldn't give any hint of what I was thinking or he would try to run, and I would be forced to kill him now.
"Indeed." I nodded, giving him no further comment. I showed him the last part of the tape where he gave her the case. He was quick to point out her dirty look. I assured him I'd deal with the matter fully as my schedule permitted. He thanked me and I was disgusted by his normally flattering worship. I dismissed him and got ready to go home. I was anxious to get home to my Dina. I would enjoy my Bonded until dawn and confront her at sunset tomorrow.
The sun would come up in just over two hours and I wanted to make the most of the time we had. I stopped in the restroom to check my tight braid – I'd braided it so that flying home wouldn't destroy it. She always said she loved me in green and so I wanted my hair to look good along with my clothing. Pam had still not come up from the basement; I hoped she was having a good time down there. She was so good at drawing out her kills. I picked up the small bundle of clothing that I'd been wearing when I arrived earlier this evening, and stepped outside the back door. The bar had closed early tonight because we had hosted a private party. We had supplied flowers as part of our package deal and some had been tiger lilies. Our guests had left a few bouquets in the bar area and I kept them when the staff had cleaned up. Now I slipped a couple dozen inside my jacket along with a thin vase; they reminded me of my little tiger lily waiting at home. All should have been quiet and empty outside, but I stopped to scan the surrounding area for the presence of anyone, or anything. Finding nothing, I ran at Vampire speed across the parking lot and into the woods where I could safely leave the ground without anyone seeing me.
The recycling yard on the edge of Shreveport was burning tires tonight. That would be the perfect place to drop my little bundle of clothes. I took aim and flew swiftly over the low-burning fire. There was barely any smoke but I went through so fast that I doubt I picked up any of the odor. Tires burned so hot that what I had dropped would never be seen again. If it was, it wasn't like they would find any DNA – there was no technology to get it from Vampires.
The rest of my flight would take roughly 15 minutes. I closed my eyes and allowed my bloodlust and euphoria from the torture-kill of that stupid redneck flood my senses. My cock was hard immediately as I thought of My Dina waiting at home for me. I had kept the bond closed off to her all night and I had no doubt that she was worried. She had done me proud, though, and had not hounded me with inquiries about where I was or what I was doing. She had sent a single text message right after I had finished in the basement, asking if I was all right. I had replied that I would still be gone for some time and urged her to take a nap. She had replied with one of those little smiley-faces that humans love so much, and that had been it. Leila had called her high-strung, but although I had felt her worrying and missing me through the bond, she had not contacted me again. I was glad when I felt her go to sleep, because I would most certainly be keeping her active when I arrived home. I sent my lust and anticipation as hard as I could at her, hoping she would get the message. The feelings that I felt coming back from her were happy and warm, even hot. I flew a little bit faster.
Arriving at the house, I didn't want to bother with my high perch again, for there were too many security doors to get through between the top of the house and my lair. I landed at the back door and quickly disabled the security long enough to get inside and lock it back up tight. I took a moment to unbraid my hair and run my fingers through it, knowing that it was now wavy and full. I pulled the flowers out of my jacket, glad that they weren't too smashed, and headed downstairs. I wasn't prepared for the sight that met my eyes.
As I came through the security door, I set the flowers in the corner on the floor. I turned my head to see if she was on the couch, but it was vacant. I noticed the curtain that led to the bedroom was drawn shut. I walked up and opened it with both of my hands, ready to demand to know why. She was only a foot or two past the doorway, freshly showered and smelling of what she knew to be my favorite scented body wash. She was completely naked except she had looped the sash of the periwinkle blue silk robe I'd left her in through the D-ring in her collar and had then tied it around each of her wrists, giving herself limited use of her hands. She knelt on the floor, knees spread wide apart, the scent of her arousal blossoming in the room and making my nostrils flare hungrily. Her hands rested on her thighs, palms upturned, and her head was bowed. She said nothing, but the excitement and anticipation coming through the bond was shouting at me! My fangs clicked into place and she jumped slightly when she heard them.
"A stunningly beautiful gift such as I have never before received," I said softly, stopping a few feet in front of her. "Rise, Dearest, and come to me." She looked up and gave me with the sweetest smile I have ever seen. I held out my hand and she took it. Stretching out one arm drew the other hand close to her body because of the tie. "Oohh, I think that I like this very much!" I crooned, turning her around and drawing her close to me. I pinned one hand behind her back and the other dangled helplessly at her collar while I teased her nipples, pinching and pulling at them. She giggled.
Aroused by her laughter I backed her up against the wall, growling lustily at her. I pulled her arms around my neck, forcing her face close to me, and I began using all 1000 years of my expertise to kiss her senseless. Very soon her laughter died, replaced by soft sighs and moans. I slid my pants down and freed my erection. Elastic pants were a great invention. I kept her arms around me so that she couldn't draw away. My plan was to make her knees give way, and when they did I picked her up and pulled her legs around my waist. Then I forcefully pushed into her, holding her there impaled on my "sword," her only means of support. I continued to assault her lips with my own, my teeth, and my fangs, until she started squirming around, silently asking me to move. I growled again and pulled her up, then back down hard on my straining cock, finally slamming myself into her over and over as I held her captive against the wall. She opened her mouth to cry out, but only managed to say "ah! Ah! Ah!" in time with each of my thrusts. The bond told me that she was nearing her climax and her movements against me became more and more frenzied. My hands grabbed her shoulders and I pushed her hard onto me, over and over as my hips came forward. She was incoherent, only managing to smile at me as her eyes closed in ecstasy. Finally she was coming, and I stopped holding back my own release so that we could do it together.
There is nothing sexier to a man's ears than to hear your lover scream out your name as she comes hard, and that is exactly what Dina did. I couldn't hold back and I buried my fangs in her breast, just above the nipple, and sucked greedily as I tasted the effects of our hot romp. Her head lolled to the side on her shoulder as she leaned back to give me access. I didn't want to be too greedy too soon, so I sealed the wounds quickly and looked up at her face, only to see her love reflected there a thousand times. She moved forward for a kiss; my Dina was never squeamish about kissing me with blood on my lips. I kissed her hard, deep, hungry to let her know I wasn't finished with her yet. She reacted by wiggling her ass around causing my half hard cock to grow to full size again.
"Go to the bed," I ordered her in my Dominant voice, a little bit softer because of the tender moment we had just shared. "Present yourself to me. Do you remember how?" She smiled excitedly and nodded. "That's my girl. Get in the middle and grab onto the headboard rails and wait for me." I pushed deep into her a couple of times and she moaned, but then I gently put her down and watched her ass as she ran to the bed to do my bidding. Her eagerness to please me warmed my heart.
I went to the toy closet behind my regular closet and chose three items, bringing them over to the bed. She was just as I had instructed her to be, on her knees, ass in the air, head down and arms reaching for the headboard. I set down one item but put the other two next to her. The first item was a padded blindfold that blocked out all traces of light. I fastened this snugly over her eyes and around her head.
"Eric?" she said softly.
"Yes, little one?"
"The blindfold freaks me out a little bit. Will you take it off if I get hysterical?" She spoke haltingly as though afraid to ask this of me. I didn't want her to fear me and promised myself I would work on that.
"Part of this relationship is about me pushing your limits to find your true boundaries," I responded, my hand on her back for reassurance. "I will remove it only if it causes you extreme distress. I don't want you to be frightened of me or the things we will do together. Understood?"
She sighed, clearly disappointed and I felt a tinge of fear through the bond. "Yes, Eric. I'll try."
"That is all I ask," I told her, bending over to kiss her shoulder. I had one more thing to add. I had a pair of solid metal cuffs; instead of a chain between them, they were all one piece. I opened them and placed them under her wrists, set the top into place and locked them. Then I fastened the short chain around the center bedrail, keeping the chain long enough so that she could comfortably continue to hold the headboard if she liked. The only problem with that was that the cuffs held her wrists in such a way that her palms were face down. I liked these cuffs because the chain was attached to a swivel, which I would use in a few minutes. As soon as I locked down the cuffs, her fear began to intensify. With other women, I would have built on these feelings and enjoyed the terror of the person inside the body I was fucking. With Dina, I would be gentler, but would not always give in to her, as was the case now. My little one did get turned on by fear and I couldn't lie – her fear thrilled me. But she was more than just a toy. I'd do no serious damage to either her mind or body if I could help it.
I decided to make her forget her fear, so I moved behind her and pushed her knees apart as far as they would go, then my fingers began to work magic. I parted her folds and slipped my finger inside her hot channel, liking the way the walls immediately contracted around it. She was wet, but I wanted her wetter. I began to circle my finger inside of her as I moved it in and out, and with my other hand I reached up to find her clit. As soon as I touched it she jumped, and inside she became wetter. I circled her tiny nub with my fingers for a moment, then decided I wanted some lubrication. I withdrew my hand and stuck my index finger inside of her with my other one, and for a moment I fucked her with both fingers. She seemed to enjoy this immensely; she sighed my name and arched her back to open herself up more to me. Her fear of the blindfold was nearly gone. I removed my second finger but then started using two fingers from my other hand to keep fucking her while my other hand went back up to her clit. I peeled back the hood and applied my wet finger directly to it, and she began to breathe heavier and move her hips along with my fingers fucking her. I wanted to make her come quickly so I kept up my ministrations, my touch firm and insistent. She became extremely wet inside and I knew that she was coming close when her moans and sighs became louder. I also felt her building excitement through the bond. I kept it up, moving my fingers almost at Vampire speed. I had sped up just a tiny bit when her back arched, her walls clamped down hard around my fingers, and she screamed "Oh my God, ERIC!" I kept going until I knew the sensitivity of her parts was more than she could bear, then I removed my hands, grabbed her hips, and thrust inside of her, hard, in one stroke.
I pulled her hips back to me and pressed down on the middle of her back. She understood what I wanted and arched her back for me, raising her ass higher so I could get deeper inside of her. She also relaxed her inner muscles for a few seconds, welcoming me as it were, before she clenched up tight. She had been practicing! Her muscles had gotten stronger since the last time we fucked. The tightness made it so much better for me, my already sensitive cock feeling the pressure of her grip and becoming even more sensitive. If this was heaven I would offer myself up for final death. When she tightened around me, she had to be extra wet or it became difficult to slide in and out of her smoothly. Lucky for me, tonight she was sopping! I growled loudly to show her my pleasure and my thrusts became harder, more insistent. I wanted to bring us quickly to climax again due to the limited time we had before daylight. I pounded into her almost brutally, but if her moans were any sign of how she felt about that, she loved my brutality. I moved fast, kicking it up to Vampire speed. If there hadn't been moisture we would have started a fire. Once again I held back, with difficulty, until she started to lose control of her inner muscles. That was when I knew she was ready. Never slowing down, I reached beneath her with one hand and circled her clit with my fingers. She screamed. I circled it firmly a few more times, her vocals getting more and more pronounced, and then I peeled back the hood and pinched it. She didn't scream, she howled! I heard my name several times but just barely, for I had let myself go and was roaring my pleasure to the Gods. I liked letting loose my Viking war cry when she made me come like this. I hope she realized its significance. Perhaps I should tell her. I hadn't roared like that with anyone recently; it must have been close to 500 years. Slowing down my movements to torment both of us in our oversensitivity after orgasm, I savagely bit into her shoulder, deliberately hurting her a little and causing her to cry out. I put my arms around her waist and hugged her tightly as I sucked another mouthful of blood. Then I sealed the wound and laid my head on her back, sending my tender feelings through the bond and receiving the same in return. I think she had forgotten about the blindfold.
But I still wasn't finished. I wanted more. "Let me move your legs out from under you, Lover," I said softly, kissing my bite mark again and regretfully pulling out of her so that I could lay her flat. She helped me. Then I moved up the side of the bed. "Now I'm going to roll you over, but don't worry, the cuffs will roll with you." She nodded as she still worked to catch her breath.
"You are on a roll tonight, Eric!" she complimented me. "You always make me come hard, but not this hard. What's gotten into you?"
I finished rolling her onto her back and made sure the cuffs weren't cutting off circulation. "How are your hands?" I asked, just to make sure.
"These are a little rough, but they don't hurt and my hands aren't asleep," she answered truthfully.
"Good because you'll be wearing them a while longer." I straddled her and stroked my still hard dick between her breasts a few times to let her feel how aroused I still was. She smiled tiredly at me but didn't protest. But, then again, I had told her that she shouldn't tell me 'no' when I wanted sex, and that if she did ask me to stop I probably would not unless the situation was extreme. She was tired, but well-pleasured. There was time enough for one more go.
I purposely didn't answer her question about what had gotten into me because the bond would not allow me to lie. It would, however, allow me to be vague, so if I had to answer I would be able to gloss over what I had actually done earlier. I left the bed long enough to retrieve the third item I had gotten from the toy closet. When I came back I started to put it on her – it had a cushion that went around the back of the neck, with a slender strap attached to a wide strap on each side. I fastened the wide straps around her thighs just above her knees and adjusted the length of the thinner ones to suit me. When I was finished, her knees were drawn back and her legs were spread wide. They pulled on the part around her neck, but the cushion wouldn't allow any pain or injury. I dipped my head to her and licked every inch of her pussy while, like earlier, I stuck my finger into her ass and gently moved it around. Her hips were starting to move and she tried to raise herself to meet my mouth and tongue, but she had no way to do that. She moaned in frustration as I moved away deliberately, knowing what she was trying to do. I moved my other finger to touch some of the sweet juice dripping from her pussy. Just to make sure the second one was well lubricated, I even spat on it. I began to work two fingers into her tight hole. She wiggled and whimpered my name. I could tell it was more nerves than pain.
"Shh, this won't hurt…see? Once you get used to it, it feels nice. I promise." I focused on working my fingers inside of her. She began to relax. I worked them harder and deeper. She moaned and moved her hips with me. For this being the second time we tried something on her other entrance, we were doing very well. I lowered my head to keep tasting her, while my fingers taught her the delights of anal pleasure.
My tongue worked over her, diving into her slit and rolling over her lips. Then I put my lips around her clit and sucked it between my teeth, nibbling gently. She let out a series of soft "oh, oh, oh's" as I held it lightly with my teeth and let my tongue have its way. Her breathing became heavier and her movements more frenzied. I knew that she was going to come so my tongue worked harder to make that happen. As she drew in a breath and started to cry out my name again, I sank my fangs in to either side of her clit, earning a scream from her that turned into a lusty moan and then cries for mercy as she became too sensitive for my ministrations. But I was relentless, lapping my tongue over her clit as I took her blood. Her screams became more high-pitched and I knew she couldn't take much more, so I pulled out my fangs and sealed the wounds.
Then I moved over her and thrust inside again, hard. I wanted to come one more time before going to rest, and I pounded her mercilessly, her legs helplessly harnessed open wide for me so that I could have my way. I did my best to stroke her g-spot inside because I hoped she'd climax along with me. Her walls expanded and contracted around me; I think she was tired of tensing her muscles to hold me. This time she was just along for the ride! I felt it then, my balls started to tighten up and I felt the sweet sensation of an oncoming orgasm. I pounded faster, wanting to share this last one with her before I rested. Then her walls tightened around me again and I felt her drenching me from the inside just as she screamed "Eric! Eric!" Her voice had gotten very hoarse; she was tired. My balls nearly turned inside out, this one was so strong! Even after coming twice before I felt myself shoot jet after jet of my seed inside of her. Once again I roared out my pleasure, and as the climax gentled and the aftershocks began, I lowered myself down so that I was resting on my forearms so that I could kiss her gently.
"You have no idea what you do to me, Dearest Dina," I told her softly. "I don't remember being this happy – it's been a long time." I pulled off the blindfold so that she could look into my eyes to see that I was sincere.
"Oh, Eric! …You can be so sweet sometimes!" she said, smiling at me, tears in the corner of her eyes.
"Only for Dina, only for Dina," I said, kissing her again. "But let's not tell anyone, all right? It would ruin my reputation!" I winked. We both laughed, and then I removed the harness so that she could lie comfortably in the bed. I reached over to get the key from the nightstand, unlocked the handcuffs and spent a few minutes rubbing and kissing her wrists to take away the marks. "I want to exchange blood before we sleep," I told her. "We have not done that enough in recent days."
"OK, Eric," she agreed. "How do you want to do this?"
I turned her on her side, her head on my arm, and spooned up behind her, pulling the blankets up over both of us. I bit my other wrist and offered it to her, and as she took it and started to suck I bit her neck from behind. We lapped quietly at each other's blood for a few minutes. My dick got hard but it didn't rage for her like it normally did. I slid up between her thighs and she opened them for me, then she closed them as I rubbed up against her still wet pussy nestled between her sweet thighs. When my wrist wound sealed, I put my arm around her waist and kissed her behind her ear, my arm around her waist pulling her body back into me.
"Goodnight, Eric," I heard her say. I froze for a second. I didn't think I had heard her say that to me before, and I didn't remember the last time I had ever said it to anyone.
"Goodnight, Dina," I responded, nuzzling up into the space behind her neck. It felt good to say "goodnight" to someone who I knew would be there when I rose. We lay there quietly until I heard her breathing even out. The bond told me she was asleep, and it wasn't long at all before the sun would come up. I probably only had minutes. Making sure not to disturb her, I got out of bed, put the toys away, and hung something for her to wear in the bathroom. Then I put water in the flower vase I had brought home and set it on the nightstand on her side, putting one flower on the bed in front of her as she slept. I knew from experience that once My Dina went to sleep, she generally did not move. I wanted her to think of me and have a good day before I confronted her about Bobby. Her sweet nature would lead her to lie to me about how he had insulted, threatened, and grabbed her, and I would not be able to allow that to go unpunished. She had to learn to tell me the whole truth and let me make decisions based on it. This was also why I didn't tell her about the execution of the Fellowship prick. I didn't think she'd be accepting of torture. I'd read on her laptop an old paper she wrote about ending capital punishment. I shook my head. She was certainly something else.
Maybe I was wrong, and she would be okay with me dispensing justice – as was my right. Even better would be if she wanted me to punish Bobby and built a great case against him for me. But somehow I doubted it. With those thoughts in my head, I spooned up behind her again, put my nose back into the warm place behind her neck, and let the dawn take me.
DINA POV
I woke up to a lovely sight. I had one of my favorite flowers snuggled on the pillow with me and a vase with more on the nightstand. I grabbed the one from the bed and flipped over to see Eric resting. I noticed the smile on his face and I smiled too. "Thank you Eric," I said to him and kissed his cheek. I went to the bathroom and handled my business. I stood naked in front of the mirror and tried to get used to being naked. Eric was slowly conditioning me to do so. I brushed my hair and clipped the flower onto the side of my head. I didn't like it and tried it again. After a few tries I found a nice style with the Lily clipped into my hair. I decided to keep it out until closer to when Eric rose. I would gussy myself up before he rose.
I reached for my outfit. Today I had a royal purple, V-neck mini-dress. It came a few inches above my knees and the bottom was loose and flowy. The neckline plunged low. Very low. I thought I'd want to wear a lace tank top under this if I were to go out. I did my normal clothing test that I'm sure Eric did as well. Yep, easy to fit hands into the bodice. Easy to expose my breasts. And easy access since I had no underwear on.
I went and ate breakfast with the news on. I truly didn't have much time for TV and was forgetting the world as a result. It was weird to watch on such a large screen. It had to be at least six feet wide! Eric apparently needed a screen his size, or had his eyesight gotten bad in his old age? I giggled at that and vowed never to tell him that little joke. I grabbed my journal afterward and began to write about some of the things Eric and I hadn't discussed yet. Eric was good at rounding back to otherwise neglected things. I knew he'd question me about being embarrassed when he caused me pain and humiliated me and my only response was to become more aroused. I also knew he'd talk with me about our bond. And fearfully, I was sure he would bring up Bobby. I knew that Bobby wouldn't be able to stop himself from telling Eric some ridiculous lie about me because I hadn't been cowed by him or offered to have sex to keep whatever he imagined my great sin was quiet. I knew Eric would ask about it. I still had no idea what I'd say.
I couldn't have his blood on my hands. But I didn't relish in lying. Or being in trouble for it.
I didn't know what to write for the first few minutes. I simply wrote 'bond' in the middle of the page and began to list off bullet points and run-on sentences. I told him it felt so terrible and scary to know he could feel me. I wrote how it freaked me out to feel something and not know if it was him or me. I told him the jumbling of emotions, the way I couldn't always feel him, the way I always felt him after taking his blood, and the lack of privacy made me panic sometimes. I wrote about my anxiety and how this connection to him sometimes set me off. I also said I was grateful for our closeness and especially loved the times when the bond reflected our mutual attraction to each other and hummed with positive energy. I didn't want to sound like I was rejecting him.
I them wrote about my embarrassment. I talked about the mixed messages I experienced in my youth. I wasn't sex negative nor was I raised completely around ignorant chauvinists. But those ideals and views were still taught to me by some of the people in my young life. I was told that women had no sovereign sexuality, but acted only out of duty. I was also told that was ridiculous, but still that my own drive was abnormally high. I wanted more sex than most men I knew – most I dated. More than women too. I wasn't even a 'guy with boobs', I was a girl who loved sex more than boys did. I also remembered my girlfriends, my cousins, and other peers reacting with disgust when I expressed some of my desires.
I thought there was something wrong with me wanting more, not less, of the shame and pain Eric brought to me as he inspected me. I tried to go on about this, but honestly I still didn't have enough insight or grip on my feelings to write much.
After that I opened up the laptop and went to the sites Eric outlined for me. Today featured quite a bit of reading and few pictures. He had installed a great new program that allowed him to add his own comments and make questions for me to answer, plus gave me space to write my own comments. I could ask him my own questions, but I could only add them to my comments, not leave space for an expected answer and a deadline by which I expected one (as he had). I read and made comments that he would later review. I reviewed the comments he made as well. I was slowly learning more and more. I thought I'd impressed him with my little 'slave position' the night before. I was glad I did it right after reading about it. I ate a small lunch and read two more pages before going to the bathroom to groom myself for Eric.
I was going to look so good with that flower in my hair.
Once I looked perfect I went and sat in the living room. I left my journal on the table and waited.
I felt Eric wake up before I saw him. He came out of the room with his hair still tossed around from our amazing sex session the night before. He looked amazing. He sped over to me and was beside me before I could blink. "MMM…You look good enough to eat, Lover." He purred in my ear.
"Thank you." I softly kissed his lips. "I love my flowers."
"I thought you might. Did you have a good day?"
"Yes, I wrote in my journal for you and checked out some of those sites you left for me."
"Very good, but there is something we need to get out of the way….I received some texts from Bobby, regarding your stylist appointment. Is there anything you'd like to tell me?"
Wow, he didn't beat around the bush at all! I swallowed hard. It was now or never. "I don't really…get along with Bobby. We don't really see eye to eye."
"How so?"
"I think he views me…as low class and uneducated. I don't know what you told him about me, but I'd assume he knows more about my job at the bar than about my schooling."
"And based on this, what happened between the two of you?"
I thought carefully about how to phrase this. I couldn't lie – exactly. But I couldn't let Eric go all crazy Vampire Sheriff either. I was not scared of Bobby. I had the situation under control. "I felt his tone was rude and unprofessional. I responded with some dirty looks – you know I can't always help that – and my remarks to him weren't always nice. I tried very hard to watch my mouth like you've been teaching me."
I took a breath and looked at Eric. He was unmoving and his face was impassive. I couldn't get any ideas what he was feeling or thinking. "He's not required to like me and I don't think I'm required to like him. I can handle dealing with him when I go see Leila."
Eric Nodded. "So you believe he is rude and has a low opinion of you. You gave him some dirty looks and perhaps some sass, but he was disrespectful. You tried to control yourself. Is that all?"
"That's about it. The finer points." I wasn't lying. I might have been over doing it though. I hoped he didn't see through me.
"And Bobby grabbing your arm and threatening you? His implications that I will hurt you? Are those not 'finer points"?" Eric's voice was harsh and I trembled. I was in for it this time. There was no way he would be lenient with me.
"I-I.." I didn't know what to say.
"You? You lied. You withheld from me. You've been disobedient. You've been disrespectful of my abilities by assuming I wouldn't know what happens to you at all times."
"I'm sorry."
"That won't cut it. You know that. Now would you like to explain why you did this?"
I swallowed and tried to compose myself. "I don't want you to do something violent on my behalf."
"I am the one in charge here. I decide what happens and you adhere to that." He said firmly.
"I don't like this." I was on the verge of getting loud and snippy.
"No one likes being punished. That's the point."
"I don't like people getting hurt because of things I've said. You can't say I have no agency. I know what my words to you will do and I am responsible for your actions – your reactions – because of that." My voice was shaking. I was going to cry. It was the fear, the anger, and my need to control myself (when I rarely practiced this self control) building up.
"Who is the Master here?"
"Eric-" I went to argue.
"Answer me."
"You."
"Who is the sheriff of Area 5?"
"You."
"Who is over 1000 years old? Who has lifetimes of experience?"
"You."
"Good. Now trust my expertise and trust that you granted me the right to make these choices. I will hand down punishment. This isn't about what you do or don't tell me. I knew about this before we spoke. Your job is to be honest and always submit to me. My job is to dominate and care for you."
I swallowed past the lump in my throat. I refused to cry. I still felt responsible. I felt guilty for lying. I was afraid of being punished.
"Dina, the world is violent. Bobby is apparently, violent and aggressive enough to threaten you, despite you being Bonded to me. You have met with humans violent enough to attack you for being with me. I am not gentle. But my violence is reserved for those who deserve it. This is how life is. My world in particular is cruel and violent. We have to work with it to survive. Do you understand?"
I nodded, if I were to speak I think my voice would crack. "Look at me." My eyes caught his. "Do not feel guilty. You never had a say in what would happen to Bobby for his crimes. Now, do you understand why I'm going to punish you?"
"Yes." My voice was just above a whisper.
"Anything to say before we begin?"
"No, I'm sorry."
"I know. We will make sure you don't do this again. Now go to the bathroom, see to your needs. I want you fully naked with your hair tied back. Keep the pony tail low and come back to the living room. Come here, I'm going to show you where you will be waiting for me."
He took my hand and led me to the center of the room. "Kneel. Spread your knees further. Hands behind your back and head down. Are you familiar with this position?"
"Yes."
"Good. You will be like this when I get back. I suggest you hurry and do not make another sound until I tell you to do so. GO." He ordered me.
I stood quickly and moved to the bathroom, hearing him open the door to the house above and start up the stairs. I took my beautiful flower out. I paused for a moment. This was my relationship with Eric. He brought me flowers one night and if I misbehaved, he had me strip and punished me. I couldn't be the least bit angry with him. I had done this. I think I hated it most that he explained everything to me and let me have time to talk. It proved that I was in the wrong. I started to set the flower on the counter top, but Eric had proved that I didn't deserve it. I threw it in the trash, turned, and headed back out to face the music.
I was trembling and started to coach myself to be calm. I went to the center of the room and got in position. It seemed like hours, waiting for him. I knew everything here was sound proof, but I still tried to listen for him coming back downstairs. I raised my head, very slowly, as though I thought he'd catch me out of position to look at the clock. It had only been 7 minutes. I couldn't seem to sit still. I was fidgeting with nervous energy. I finally saw the door handle move and dropped my head quickly. My breathing was still ragged.
He placed a wooden chest near my knees. I stared at it. I knew whatever he was going to use to punish me with was in it. I wondered if I was going to be whipped. Would I soon have first hand experience about what a cane or crop felt like? I didn't know if I wanted more time – if I didn't want to be punished right now. Or if I just wanted to know what would happen to me and get it over with.
Eric didn't say a word as he walked around me into our bedroom. I knelt there, still looking at that box. I shivered once or twice, but otherwise didn't move. It took all my self control to not cry, not make a sound, and keep my head down. I wanted to know what he was doing. I reminded myself to not lift my head until he told me to – even if he spoke to me.
He came in front of me – I saw his feet. I took a breath and forgot to release it right away.
"Lets start you off with some cuffs since you have a history of not being able to control your hands."
He moved behind me and I felt him grasp my wrist. I flinched, but didn't jerk away. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, but my nerves were high. I felt the cuffs go on each wrist. I'd been bound like this before, but this time I really hated it. He came back in front of me.
"You are being punished for lying to me. You are being punished for not telling me you were touched and threatened. You are being punished for planning to put yourself back in danger, without my knowledge. You are being punished for not trusting me. You are being punished for not respecting my authority. Nod your head if you understand."
I nodded.
"I do not have a use to hear any words from you right now. You chose to lie to me, so I've decided some quiet is in order." He knelt know in front of me. I didn't lift my head, God help me, I didn't. "I'm going to gag you now. Lift your head."
I finally lifted my head and saw his was lowered as he rummaged through the chest. I was not prepared for the site of the gag. It had belts and buckles that looked like they would go around my whole head. There was a large rubber looking center piece I assumed would somehow go in my mouth, and there was a leather piece that looked like it would wrap halfway around my head. On the outside of the leather piece was a nozzle of some kind. I let out a little noise of fear. Eric ignored me.
"Open. Fighting will make your punishment worse. Do not test me on this." He held the thing up in front of my face.
I believed him and managed to do what he wanted. He slid the rubber into my mouth and it slid right in between my teeth and cheeks. The leather outside covered and pushed in on my cheeks. It felt very confining, and he hadn't even started to do up any of the buckles. "Close your mouth all the way." He commanded, his voice betraying no emotion.
I did as he said. He began to do up the buckles. He pulled a strap over my face. It pronged and went around my nose, between my eyes. I could breathe out of my nose with no obstruction. He connected the strap from over my face to the back of my head. I felt a weight in the middle and realized there was ring attached to the gag on my head. I knew why he wanted my hair in a low pony now. Next, came the sides of my head and the back of my neck. He pushed my head in the direction he wanted it to go. The harness around my head was very tight and uncomfortable, but I knew I could breathe. He then fastened the gag around my chin. I could neither open my mouth to escape the uncomfortable piece inside nor move my jaw at all. I looked straight ahead and he felt around my head to make sure everything was secure. He decided it was too loose, I guess, because I felt him tighten both the strap around the top of my head and the ones around both sides. My eyes began to water from the uncomfortable pressure and weight of the thing. They had to be puffy, but at least I wasn't crying.
"Breathe out of your nose," he said abruptly. "You are going to have some time to think about your actions and their consequences. You won't need your hands or arms for that."
I didn't know what that meant. My eyes searched the room desperately. What was he going to do? The chest was turned away from me and I couldn't see inside of it. Eric moved to pull out something else. It looked like a rubber bag. As he began to straighten it out, I realized I had seen something like this before. It was called an arm binder, I thought. I could make very little noise with the gag this time. He went behind me and my head snaked around. He pushed me down to the floor and pulled my legs under his. He undid the cuffs, but I didn't get long to enjoy the freedom. He straddled my hips as he began to slide the binder up my arms. Then he turned around and put cuffs on my ankles with a very short chain between them. He pulled me up onto my feet, facing away from him. My legs were between his and that was the only reason I was able to balance. The unnatural close proximity of my feet to each other made it hard to stand up. The binders were worked up around my shoulders. When he let go of them, my arms were forced straight, the binder narrowing until it was snug around my wrists, and there was no opening! My fingers and thumbs were forced together inside what felt like a big mitten! I also felt something weighing my arms down, like there was something extra hanging down beyond or behind the binder. Eric moved in front of me once more. I didn't know if it was my fear, but his movements seemed slower kind of like when you're about to get into a car accident and you see the car coming before it hits you, and it seems to be in slow motion. Maybe it was both. I looked down and saw two straps hanging and knew I was about to be done up again. Eric grabbed my chin and forced my head up, pointing at his eyes, so I tried to keep my eyes on his as he continued his work. My arms didn't feel like they were pulled very tight behind me, surprisingly. He did the buckles around my shoulders and I cringed. They had the bad effect of pushing in on my breasts; it now felt like they were completely supporting my arms behind me. He put his hand on the back of my head.
"Down."
I was pushed back into laying flat on my belly. That really made my breasts feel worse. He went back to straddling me. I turned my face to the side and kept breathing. I felt him pull something over my arms and begin to tighten. Now I remembered; these things had two panels that pulled in and were laced up! That was the extra weight I had felt hanging from my arms, and why they had felt so loose. He made them tight enough that my elbows were forced painfully close together and I moaned around my gag. He finally finished and pulled me up into a sitting position.
"Keep breathing." He said as he went back to the chest. He pulled out a thick blindfold. My eyes widened. I didn't want to be blinded. I had told him last night that I was afraid of this! I shook my head and jerked away when he came close enough to try and put it on. I was rewarded with him grabbing my D-ring and pulling us nose-to-nose.
"What did I say about resisting and pulling away? You just increased your punishment. Now hold still!"
I felt a tear well up in my eye and stilled. If he saw it, it didn't move him at all. My eyes were soon covered. The lining of the blindfold was soft, but I knew it would also keep out any light. I couldn't enjoy this comfort. He fastened it tight enough that the soft pads forced my eyes to close. Once the blindfold was on, he moved away from me and I sat there. I could hear the sound of my heart and breathing. It was like a bass drum. I knelt there, wondering what was coming next and how my punishment would be increased. I heard Eric's voice above me. He was standing.
"Right now you can't speak or see. You can breathe. You will breathe through your nose. I will not release you for anything less than an emergency. If you have a panic attack- Yes I know you have them – I will not release you. You will learn to calm yourself. If you think to increase your distress so I release you, know this: your punishment will not end. You will learn there are hundreds of ways to discipline and punish and I know them all….Dina, have we have discussed my reputation?"
Knowing he expected an answer, I shook my head. "Well, there is reason I am feared by most who know me. I do not show mercy when a wrong is done. You need punishment. This behavior needs to end and end quickly, so I will be very hard on you. One day, we will encounter other Vampires. We will be with enemies and those with no loyalty to us. I will not see either of us harmed because you misbehaved. Nod if you understand."
I nodded.
"Right now you have a few rings – on your throat, head, end of your hands – and they will be used to immobilize your body. You tried to immobilize me in defending you. I know why you did what you did, but you were wrong. In trying to prevent Bobby's death, you earned yourself punishment. We both know he wouldn't do anything to aid you; instead he threatened you. If you had told me the truth there would have been no punishment for you. What you did, did not change what will happen to Bobby. You did this for nothing. There is no reason for you to be suffering this punishment now, except for your lack of trust in me, your attempt to save someone unworthy of your efforts, and your plan to put yourself back in danger when I would have had him escort you to more appointments. ... I want you to think about that. We are moving on to the final part of readying you for punishment, are you ready?"
I slowly nodded. I wanted to get this done with.
"Good." I felt him move closer to me. He began to move and tuck on my gag. My head went with him. Next I heard something bring attached to my face. Suddenly, I heard a noise and the gag began to get tighter-from the inside. Oh god, there was some kind of a balloon inside attached to the gag, and he was pumping it up! It got tighter and larger in my mouth. I thought I was going to choke! I felt it becoming harder and harder to breathe. I hoped he didn't cut off my air – even by accident.
It stopped. I felt the intense pressure in my mouth, but I could breathe. I couldn't make one sound. Nothing. I tried. Even when I engaged my vocal cords, no sound at all was able to make it to the outside. I heard him doing something with the gag. I assumed he was clamping it shut and removing the pump.
"Now I'm going to put plugs in your ears. Do not fight. I want there to be no distractions while you think about your actions and make sure you never have to be punished for this infraction again."
The fear rose in my whole body. I was blind, silenced, and would now be deafened. I couldn't move my hands or arms and couldn't walk. I had never felt more helpless in my life! He tilted my head and pressed in the foam plug. I only had one good ear left. He tilted my head to the other side and everything went quiet soon after. I told myself over and over that I trusted Eric. I did. He would never let any harm come to me. But if the house caught on fire or somebody broke in I couldn't even hear it! But Eric was here. I trusted Eric. But what if somebody came that was stronger than Eric?
There was nobody stronger than Eric. I could feel myself starting to panic and normally I would have been whimpering by now. My throat was going through the motions but there was no sound. I could not cry! If I cried, my nose would become clogged. I had to calm down. I had to calm down! T
he more I tried to talk sense into myself the more I could feel the panic rising. Oh no! I could feel my stomach starting to convulse! If I vomited I would choke to death! My breath came in tiny, frightened pants and I could feel my body shaking. Then a miracle happened. The most wonderful feeling of calm forced itself into my brain. After a second I knew it for what it was. It was Eric. I was pulled into his lap and back against his chest. His hands came around to rest on my chest. He was breathing! He didn't need to. But he had done this for me before, most notably the night I was almost raped. He had held me and breathed, and my breathing had evened out to match his.
Oh no! He must be so angry with me now! I had been ordered not to get worked up and that was the first thing I had done! What would he do now? I did not know if whipping me was part of his plan, but I was sure it had to be now. He would wait until I was sufficiently calm and would knock me into the middle of next week! But he had never hit me before… I forced that out of my head and concentrated on feeling his body breathing behind me and soon I was calm. I was grateful to Eric but couldn't tell him, so I tried to send it through the bond. Then he stood up and I was unceremoniously lifted to my feet.
Next thing I knew I was being hoisted over his shoulder. I was so scared and my screams were silent. All that effort to calm me and now I was afraid again. He would be so disgusted with me! I felt him walking and wondered where we were going. God, why was I so stupid? I had to not lie like this again or at least pick my battles. I was suffering for Bobby's sake – well actually, I tried to save him, but Eric had made it clear this was in vain. Bobby was going to die. At this very moment, I honestly couldn't say I was unhappy about that.
I don't know where we went and I fought crying – it was hard enough to breathe already. The only thing I knew was that I was lowered on to a cement floor and leaned back against something. I felt him remove the cuffs from my ankles and then I was brought gently to my knees. Eric helped me back up and I felt a hard surface behind me. After a moment of twisting, I realized Eric was about to chain me to a pole.
ERIC POV
I set her down on her feet and removed her shackles. I had only put them on her because I thought she would try to run from me and didn't want to have to further increase her punishment. Then I helped her to her knees. I'd thought about putting down some rice or sand to give her pain in her knees and shins while she was punished, but that would have caused a lot of pain after just a few minutes of being unable to move. I wanted her to be able to think about what she'd done and why she couldn't do it again. If I gave her pain to deal with, that would be all she could think about and this little "time-out" would be useless. I was putting her through a lot and didn't relish the possibility of having to repeat it.
Gods, she was terrified! I had told myself that I wouldn't help her, but when she'd started to panic out in the other room I couldn't let her stay that way. When I'd seen her stomach start to contract I'd thought of the possibility of her vomiting. Since I had so thoroughly closed and stuffed her mouth, if she vomited it would have nowhere to go but out through her nose. She would die if I couldn't get the gag off of her fast enough! So I'd taken a few minutes to use my power to compel her as my bonded. This was different than just sending feelings. This was controlling her mind, something I normally would never do to her. But it had been an emergency, as far as I was concerned. I hoped she wouldn't become that frightened again.
But now the smell of her fear and the sight of her naked and bound so restrictively made my fangs uncontrollable; I couldn't retract them no matter what I tried. My cock was aching to throw her down and fuck her hard. I had clamped down my side of the bond the instant I'd set the chest down next to her. I had a touch of the sadist inside of me and part of me enjoyed what I was doing and was turned on by it. I found great satisfaction in exercising an effective punishment, as I believed this would be. I was treating her harshly for a reason. My world was nothing like the human world. Such a thing as she had done might get us killed if we were somewhere involved with Vampires. I had to have full information to be able to act logically and correctly in a given situation. She had to learn to tell me the whole truth in all situations and not try to save others from me. I was hurt by her lack of trust in me to do the right thing. Didn't she understand that I would tear the world down from one side to the other to protect her? Maybe she understood it a little too well. By trying to save the unworthy worm Burnham from my wrath, she'd turned it upon herself. For what? I was still going to kill him. There was no reason for this to have happened. I hoped I had repeated this enough times for it to sink in for her. We had only been together such a short time. This was her first truly harsh punishment from me. I was sure there would be more in the future. With any luck, this would be the last time she was punished for lying. I was hoping to have one punishment per infraction and for the behavior to be eradicated after that. I wondered if I was being too ambitious in this.
As the cruel and heartless Vampire I was known to be, I should only feel pleasure doing this, but this was my Dina. I also felt a great sorrow and remorse in what I was doing. I knew this was scaring her. I think her 'psychological punishment' was also one for me too. I think her more physical punishments would be easier. I'd heal her with my blood and it would be done with. I felt that I was right, but wasn't glad to be right. I could not let her feel any of these feelings from me. I would have to reconcile myself quickly with this entire episode before I reopened the bond and let her feel from me again.
I backed her up against the pole that I'd had installed mostly for pleasure, but punishment was also a necessity sometimes. She didn't know about this room and I'd deliberately hidden its location to heighten the sense of isolation. It was part of a larger room filled with all sorts of gear that we could enjoy together at later times. I guess, in terms of this punishment, it was good that I hadn't had the chance to show her the room yet. She didn't know where she was or where I was going. She also didn't know that I had a camera installed in this room. I would train it on her - not to act the terrible voyeur and gloat over her discomfort. If I felt panic or anything else serious through the bond I needed to have eyes on her so that I could get here quickly in case there was an emergency. I would not save her from her own fears, but I would not allow her to choke to death or any of the other unlikely things that could happen. I would have my tablet with me, the browser tuned in to my digital security program, to this one camera. She thought she was alone, but she wasn't completely.
This was a square pole with many hanging rings at short intervals to allow me to bind her in any way I wished. I had to fuss with the armbinder for a minute, trying to decide which ring to attach it to – there were two in close proximity. I chose the one I thought would allow the least amount of movement and attached a plastic zip-tie between the two. The zip-ties were industrial strength – she couldn't break them – and I used them because they could be adjusted to whatever size I wanted. They were also inexpensive and I had purchased them in large quantities due to the number of (human – Vampires could break these) idiots I had to detain monthly, let alone yearly. I did not count Dina to be among the idiots; she was just unlucky enough that they were convenient for me to use on her too. I had one more accessory to add to this little ensemble – the same posture collar that I had used in yesterday's inspection. It wasn't very tall and so it wouldn't cut off her airway, but it would allow me to attach her by the neck to the pole. I fitted it around her neck and fastened it fairly loosely. She reacted as I thought she would, jumping and turning her head to try to stop me. I smacked her exposed breast with enough force to give her the message, but not to really hurt. She stilled immediately, her posture similar to that of a frightened animal. I couldn't have that! I wanted her to obey me, not fear me. I put my hand on her chest and my forehead against hers so she could feel my breath, and breathed in and out slowly and evenly with her, similar to what I had done in the other room. After a few seconds she caught on and breathed with me, so I grasped the sides of her face and stroked her skin above where the blindfold was to show her my approval. I would do everything I could to prevent her panic since I had so strongly cautioned her against it. If she panicked enough, I would release her but the bindings would stay on and I would find another way to punish her that would be worse that what I was doing now. I hadn't been lying about the number of ways I knew how to punish. I hoped she wouldn't panic. I attached another tie to the back D-ring of the collar and to the closest ring, so that it wasn't pulling back against her throat and wouldn't unless she tried to pull forward. Next I went to the ring on top of the head harness and attached more ties tightly between it and three different rings, preventing movement in any direction. I had some leather straps with me as well. I attached one to the ring on one side of the head harness and wrapped it around the pole, attaching it to the ring on the other side and adjusting the length to pull it tightly.
I moved behind her and attached a short spreader bar between her ankles with unpadded leather cuffs. The spreader bar was weighted so she could not bend her knees to lift her feet or drag it around. I moved back in front of her. She was already attached to the pole at several points, but she still had some freedom of movement that I wanted to restrict. I took two wide leather straps and wrapped them around her thighs, pinning them tightly to the pole. They, along with the weight of the spreader bar, immobilized her legs. I continued up her body with the straps, putting them over her hips, stomach, ribs, and shoulders, leaving her breasts alone since the armbinder was already wrapping them so tightly. I leaned down and removed one of the earplugs.
"Dina, I want you to test your bindings. Can you move?" I asked, keeping my voice firm. I watched her struggle for a few seconds and said, "Thank you. That was what I needed. I am going out. I will be back before dawn." I replaced the earplug and made a few adjustments in places where I'd been too lax. Then I stopped, and I stood there for several minutes. It was only natural that when she thought she was alone she would test the bonds again, and she did. I could see her struggling and trying to move something, somewhere. Apart from being able to wiggle her toes and her feet a bit, she was immobilized to my satisfaction. I would leave her feet alone. She would find out that if she moved them around too much, she would scrape and bruise them and add pain to her punishment. After a few more minutes I watched as she tried in vain to lift one, then the other of her knees from the ground to give them some relief from the hard concrete. She was completely unable to shift her weight as she was trying to do. Now satisfied with my efforts, I turned to leave, stopping to do one final thing. The room was equipped with its own heating and cooling system. I did not want her to fall asleep and so I wanted her in some discomfort. I turned the temperature down to 55 degrees and left, closing the door behind me but not locking it.
I went to my office where one set of central controls for the household cameras were, both upstairs and downstairs. I turned the camera toward her and adjusted the zoom so that I could see her clearly. Her breasts were heaving as she struggled to control her fear. She thought I had left the house because of what I had told her. I could only imagine what was going through her mind. My fangs, which I had finally been able to retract, snapped down again and I was immediately hard. "Eric, control yourself!" I growled, frustrated. I was punishing her. I should not want to fuck her, bend her over a chair and take her in the ass with clamps on those nipples…..
"God Dammit!" I cursed. I was imagining all kinds of wild things I could do with her helpless like that, ways I could pleasure her that she would never expect. That would have to wait for another day. Tonight would be about healing and calming her, talking if she wanted to. It would be a quiet night for us.
I made sure that my tablet had its secure connection running strong, tuned the browser to the appropriate camera, and left the office. On my way out of the lair, I decided to go into the bathroom and retrieve the dress I'd given her to put on that day. I was going to replace it with something more comfortable for her, less revealing so that hopefully I could keep my mind off of sex. I had ordered her to hurry back to the living room, but she had still taken good care of the dress and hung it back on the hanger. This made me feel proud of her. She was not ungrateful and entitled like Burnham said she was. She valued very highly the things I gave to her. I glanced around looking for the flower she'd worn in her hair and didn't see it. I wondered if it had fallen on the floor behind something so I went over to investigate around the commode. Then I saw it. She had thrown it in the trash, probably believing herself unworthy after my harsh words. Remorse flooded my body and I was unhappy. I should not feel remorse for punishing her, but I did. Not because I thought I was wrong, but because I cared about her. I bent and retrieved the flower. When her punishment was ended I would put it back in its rightful place and make sure that I repaired any damage I had done to her self esteem. She had made a mistake. She wasn't stupid or unworthy of her position in my life.
I hung the dress back where I had gotten it earlier and got out something I had purchased for the time when she bled. It was a little pajama set. It had a sweetheart neckline, mid-length puffed sleeves, a high elastic waist, and was made of soft, heavy cotton. It flared out in a cute and feminine way and came to just past her hips. (Blame Pam for the fact that I knew what a sweetheart neckline was.) With it was a little pair of what I believed they called boy-shorts. I had told her I would not allow her to wear anything that would restrict my access to her but I had relented. Pam had told me how uncomfortable a woman's time was for them, sometimes painful. She still remembered the pain of hers, and she remembered nothing else about being human! So, I would allow My Dina any comfort she needed during those times, as long as I got to taste what came out of her. I hoped she liked the cute little outfit, which was a soft lavender trimmed with lace just a shade darker in a few strategic places. I quickly took this little outfit back to the bathroom to wait for my girl to put it on.
I had already left Dina for close to 20 minutes and didn't want to leave her in there all night, so I quickly headed for the door and left the lair. I wasn't going far. I was going upstairs, to go through her things and decide what she would be keeping, and what we would be donating to charity (she'd like that) or throwing out. I needed something to get my mind off of her body. This, hopefully, would do the trick. As I climbed the stairs, I left all the doors open and unlocked. Normally I would not do this, but if she got in life threatening trouble I did not want to have to wait for security to unlock while trying to get to her. I had scanned the outer perimeter thoroughly before leaving my office. As I went upstairs and opened the first box, my fangs finally retracted and I became engrossed in the details of her previous life.