Dina POV

After Eric hauled me up on the bed he set me down on to my back, where the ropes began to viciously pull at my arms. "Eric!" I cried out, and tried to sit up, but he put his hand on the far side of my shoulder, leaning over me facing away, and pressed me back down. He started to slide his hand between my legs but I clamped them shut, resisting him. He gripped my thigh with his big hand and looked over his shoulder at me, eyes narrowed in a warning look. His eyes glowed with a tinge of red; it was frightening! I felt his lust for my own blood through the bond and licked my lips before I could stop myself. Then he tried to pry my legs apart with his hand. I struggled and cried out, "Eric, stop!" He growled at me. Then I remembered what he'd said to me, how to stop him if something was wrong. He was so overcome by the smell of the blood that I hoped I could get through to him. "Yellow!" I yelled at him. "Yellow, Eric! Yellow!" He froze. I heard him take two deep breaths, I guessed to calm himself. A full minute went by and nothing happened as the tension grew. I was afraid to move. Then he looked at me again and his eyes were clear of the red haze.

"Dina, Lover," he said softly. "What is wrong?" The muscles in his jaw were tight. In fact, every muscle in his body was tightly controlled. I could feel the red lust at the back of my mind, struggling to return, and I knew it was his emotions I was feeling. The grip on my thigh had turned to a caress.

"The… The ropes, Eric! They hurt me. It feels like you're trying to tear my arms off!" I stared at him desperately.

He acted immediately. He turned and slid his hand behind me, between my back and my elbows, and pulled me against him. The relief was immediate. I sighed gratefully and inclined my head against his shoulder. With his other hand he cradled my head, rocking us for a few seconds.

"I am sorry, Lover. Forgive me, I was overcome," he said contritely, kissing the top of my head.

"It's OK Eric. I know you'll fix it." I snuggled closer to him, enjoying the close contact. He leaned forward, reaching toward his night stand, and I panicked, thinking he was going to lay me back down. I whimpered and started to struggle, trying to stay close to him. He sensed my panic and put his other arm back around me.

"I won't drop you, little one! Don't worry!" he said reassuringly. I peeked up at him through my lashes, still breathing hard from my panic. His arms tightened around me. "Now hold still," he said, using his Dominant voice. I immediately relaxed. The more he used that tone with me, the more it came to signify his intent to always care for me completely. He leaned forward again, opened the drawer of his nightstand, and pulled out a switchblade, which he flipped open. I cringed at the sight of the knife. "Be still!" he said again, softer but with the same authority. "I mean it! This is very sharp!" I forced myself to remain still while he slid the knife in between my wrists and in one sweep slit the ropes all the way to my elbows. I sighed in relief at being able to move my arms again. Eric took a moment to rub them with both of his hands. "I didn't cut you," he reassured me.

"I knew you wouldn't," I assured him as he let go of me and turned me around properly to face away from him. The rope was still tied around my waist but it hadn't been attached to the cuffs that I still wore. In his hurry to free me, next Eric started to twist and bend the chain between the cuffs with his strong hands, presumably to break it. I pulled away. "No! Eric!" He looked at me warningly; my Vampire did not like to be told 'no.' I thought it would be best to modify my tone; I didn't want to anger him. "Please don't break them!" I asked him in a softer voice, my head down.

"Why shouldn't I?" he demanded in a rough voice.

My whole body turned red, all the way to my toes. I was going to have to answer him, to make an admission… "I like them," I squeaked out, embarrassed.

"What do you like?" he shot right back at me. The stress he held on the chain was starting to feel uncomfortable and I fidgeted. His grasp didn't change.

Why did he have to ask? I hesitated, unsure what to say, until he reminded me with a tug that he was still waiting for an answer. I sighed. "They are so pretty, and soft! They hold me tighter than the metal ones do and there's no way I could ever get out of them." I swallowed nervously. "And… The metal ones hurt. If you ruin these will you have to use those again?" The chain between the cuffs was the only metal part, the cuffs themselves being made of comfy but strong materials. The other handcuffs he had used before were police issue, steel, and very uncomfortable when pulled or strained.

He didn't answer but I felt him let go. He closed the knife and tossed it at his nightstand, where of course it landed perfectly. He put his fingers on the clasps, one at a time, and each popped open. He moved them away but then he grabbed my arms, just above the elbows, holding them behind me and pulling me closer to him. "Another day we will find out exactly how much you do like them," he told me, his voice full of promise, or more like threat. I shivered but what I felt was more anticipation than fear. Eric knew what I felt and he chuckled villainously.

Before I could do or say anything, he turned me around and pressed me back into the pillows. He pushed my thighs apart and began licking the wetness from my thighs, quite enjoying himself by the sounds he was making. I wasn't a fan of this, not really, but he was so excited now that I was actually bleeding "for him" that I wasn't going to spoil his fun. The sensation of his tongue against my skin was nice, to my surprise. I thought it could make great foreplay. I was surprised that there already seemed to be enough to keep him occupied.

Once he had cleaned me externally, I felt his fingers part my folds and wondered if I would climax while he enjoyed his "treat." He began to lick and nibble, and then move his fingers around to get better access, and it felt good. Really good. He licked me clean once again, his tongue making the rounds inside my lower lips. Then his tongue ventured to my clit unexpectedly and it was like a firecracker had gone off! I gasped at the strong pleasurable sensation that was so sudden and my hips automatically bucked, trying for more contact. Eric got the point and sucked my little nub into his mouth and began to alternately torment it with his teeth and soothe it with his tongue. He moved his arm onto my abdomen to hold me down and keep me still. I writhed beneath him and cried out his name with wild abandon, my head thrashing back and forth while my hands fisted in the pillowcases. Eric moaned and hummed against me, adding vibration to the already exciting feelings he was causing. He kept it up nonstop until my world exploded in a strong burst of ecstasy and light! I clawed at his arm, willing him to let me move, but he held me there under his control. His tongue began making broad strokes over my sensitive clit as the orgasm roared through my body, until I became oversensitive and started trying to move away from him. He chuckled again, darkly, sucking it strongly in between his teeth and biting. Another orgasm ripped through me, leaving me breathless and weak. I sank into the pillows, completely spent.

As I finally relaxed, Eric took that as his cue to continue what he had started. He slid his tongue inside of me and I felt it going round and round. My hips tried to buck against him again but he still held them fast. I could feel his tongue moving in and out, and then he began to nibble and gently suck to coax what he wanted from within. He did that for a few minutes and then stopped, lifting his head to look at me. He had a little bit of blood on his chin and I held my hand out to him. "Eric, let me get that off your face," I coaxed him.

He shook his head. "Where is it?" I pointed to my own face approximately where it was on his, and his impossibly long tongue swept out and got it. I grinned at him appreciatively, having been on the receiving end of what that fantastic tongue could do. He smiled too, and to my relief his mouth and teeth were clean. I didn't mind my regular blood, but this blood grossed me out.

"You got it!" I congratulated him, and he laughed.

"I need to ask a favor of you, My Lover," he said, caressing my hip with the hand that wasn't busy holding me still. He looked a little sheepish and I was curious.

"Okay, what?" I was surprised that he was asking. With our relationship the way it was, all he had to do was tell me what to do. But the asking was nice.

"There is some of me left inside of you," he said, pausing. For a minute I didn't understand what he meant and stared at him, confused. Then it came back to me in a rush – we'd just had sex a little while ago, and he came inside of me.

"Oh, OK now I understand what you mean. And?" I left my question hanging in the air, waiting for his explanation.

"My fluids contaminate your pureness," he told me. "It ruins the taste." He must have thought I would understand what he wanted because he stopped there and stared at me with a question in his eyes.

"What do you need from me Honey?" I asked him softly, reaching to touch his hand. He covered my hand with his.

"Will you go and shower? And use the handheld to clean my mess from inside you?" Eric was so charming, and cute didn't even begin to describe the hopeful look on his face. I knew he was hungry and impatient to have what he'd been waiting for. "If I had known, I would have pleased you in other ways so I didn't have to ask this of you." He put his chin on the arm that covered my abdomen, then took my free hand and kissed it, waiting for me to respond.

Now, I really could have gotten mad. I could have felt insulted thinking he was saying I wasn't clean. But I knew that wasn't what he meant. He wanted the taste of me, not the taste of himself. When you were with a Vampire, you had to learn to think a little bit differently. I smiled at him and rolled my eyes. "You crack me up, Eric!" I told him, and his brows wrinkled. I could tell he didn't understand what I meant so I let him off the hook. "Of course I will… Let me up?"

Instead of letting me up he attacked me, grabbing me and pulling me up for a big hug. He kissed my cheeks, neck, forehead, hair, and nose, remembering when I'd told him I didn't want to kiss him when he'd been having that blood. His grin was huge and infectious. As he sat, then stood, with his arms tight around me, we both laughed.

"Thank you, Lover!" he exclaimed, kissing me all over my face again.

"But you owe me!" I teased him, reaching up to point my finger at his chest.

"Whatever my lady desires, she shall have!" he said gallantly, stepping away but keeping my hand in his, and bowing with a flourish. I laughed again. Eric was just adorable when he was playful, and once again I couldn't help but think how glad I was that I didn't have to share this side of him with anyone except maybe Pam. He kissed my hand again and then let go so I could go in and shower.

I made sure that I got a dark colored towel from the linen closet and started the shower. Before I got in, I had a thought. I didn't want to wash with anything perfumed, because Eric would also taste that. "Eric!" I called out to him, stepping back into the doorway. I was surprised at what I saw. The bed linens were all on the floor and he was putting what looked like a plastic cover on the mattress. I watched in amazement as he did this single-handedly, flipping the mattress around like it weighed nothing as he got the corners placed into the cover. This only took him a few seconds, and as soon as he had zipped the cover and put the mattress back in place he zipped to me at Vamp speed to see what I wanted.

"My lady calls?" he said playfully.

I giggled, almost forgetting what I had been going to ask him. "Oh! Right! Do you have any ivory soap, or dove maybe?" Those were two brands that I knew were mild and weren't full of perfume.

"I'm not sure. Let's look!" He opened a cupboard door above the linen closet, one that I had never explored because I couldn't reach it. Then he lifted me up so I could look for what I wanted. "Do you see anything?" he asked.

The little closet was well stocked! It had all kinds of soaps, body washes, bubble baths, oils, shampoos, conditioners, and hair treatments. I wanted to explore more in detail but I did find some honeysuckle body wash that I moved to the front. It was one of my favorites and I was surprised Eric had anything like it. On the left side, almost to the back, I found a big bottle of ivory liquid body wash. "Bingo!" I shouted, gathering it and the honeysuckle scented stuff into my arms. "You can let me down Eric!" He did and I showed him what I had found. He took the ivory first, opened it, smelled it, then shrugged his shoulders and handed it back to me. Then he did the same thing with the honeysuckle, but smiled and nodded approvingly. "Will you let me look up there another time?"

"Yes, I bought all of that stuff for you anyway," he replied. At my inquiring look, he went on. "I wasn't sure what you liked so I just got one of everything." Then he smiled and shrugged again. I smiled back and hugged him.

"Thanks Honey," I said softly, getting on to my tippytoes to kiss his chin. He put his arms around me and squeezed both butt cheeks, then kissed the top of my head and went back to finish his work. As I watched, he added a red fitted sheet to the bed, again flipping the mattress around like a toy. Red, great! I wasn't a fan of red but he was. I bet he was enjoying the fact that I couldn't complain about the color because it "matched" what my body was leaking at the moment. But I couldn't believe his ability to coordinate the corners of the sheet with the direction he flipped the mattress. He was amazing! Finally I decided to get in the shower.

I finished as quickly as I could, using only the ivory between my legs as I carefully washed everything and turned the handheld on its strongest setting so that it would squirt up inside of me. I could feel that it got pretty deep; it was an interesting sensation. I held it there for a while, hoping it would wash away most if not all of what was keeping Eric from enjoying what he consumed. I lathered up heavily with the honeysuckle soap on the rest of my body since Eric had seemed to like it, and made short work of washing and conditioning my hair.

When I stepped out, there stood Eric holding my towel for me. He wrapped it around me and began to rub vigorously, letting it warm me in the sudden temperature drop from the shower to the bathroom. When I stopped shivering, he grabbed another towel and wrapped up my hair. Then he took a lot of care to dry every bit of me right down to in between my toes. He got out another red towel, folded it, and laid it on the countertop between the sinks, then he lifted me up to sit on it, leaning me back against the mirror.

"Wh…?" He silenced me with a finger on my lips.

"Stay here," he said simply, and left the room. When he came back, he had small, black plastic box. Eric's boxes always made me nervous. I never knew what he would pull out of them. I cringed inwardly as he opened it, but it contained only a portable trimmer. "Do you mind if I trim you up a bit?" he asked, rubbing his fingers through the curls between my legs.

"Are you kidding? I would LOVE that!" I responded enthusiastically. Eric smiled and kissed my forehead. He had several attachments in the case, each one for trimming the hair to a certain length. He chose the one that said "1/4 inch" on it and attached it to the trimmer, which he then plugged into an outlet.

"Ready?" he asked. I nodded with a big smile. He spread my thighs wide, started the trimmer, and with his Vampire speed and coordination it only took a couple minutes before he was finished. There was a huge pile of hair on the towel!

"I wish you would let me do that more often!" I told him, trying not to sound complaining or demanding. "And shaving my legs too!" I told him, looking down at the counter. It was still a huge deal to me that he wouldn't let me shave and I tried not to feel the upset so much as I spoke to him. It made me feel unpretty. But since we were bonded he knew right away.

Eric hated to see me sad and he had to feel the emotions churning inside of me. He lifted my chin with his finger. "I have ignored your feelings about this and it seems I have been unfair," he said softly. "Let's do this. I will allow the trimming on the condition that I be the one to do it. Okay?" My eyes widened and I nodded.

"That sounds great Eric! Thank you!" Eric lifted me down from the counter, balled up the towel with the hair inside it, and then shook it over the trash can before depositing it in the clothes hamper.

"And the shaving – IF it happens, I will also be the one to do it." This was kind of scary sounding to me but I was willing to agree to anything if he'd let me have smooth legs and underarms. I nodded again, slowly. "We won't do it now, but I will shave you where you want me to and see how I feel about the way it looks. I truly find you to be perfect this way. I cannot make any further promises."

But what he did promise warmed me from the inside out, especially when he produced a fluffy dark blue bathrobe that I'd never seen before, wrapped me up in it, and carried me to the bed. I jumped into his lap and rained kisses all over his face. "I love you so much! Thank you Eric! Thank you, thank you!"

"Don't thank me just yet! I still might not like it!" he said, but he was smiling indulgently at me as he caressed my cheekbones with his fingers. I hugged him tightly around the waist and snuggled into his chest, very happy with my Vampire at that moment.

The colors weren't quite as bad as I'd thought they would be. The bedspread had a geometric design that had several shades of red plus black and white. The same design, in smaller scale, was on half of the pillowcases, while the other half were all red. We had eight pillows on the bed, all king-sized and of different firmness. Eric sprayed a leave-in conditioner that I also hadn't seen before into my hair and combed it out, then French-braided it for me. I was so comfortable and content basking in his care that I was practically purring!

But then pampering time was over and I could see the predatory glow come back into his eyes. I'd had a reprieve when he didn't like the taste of himself along with me, but now there was no more delay. Eric wanted his treat, and he wanted it now! He tossed the towel from my hair in the general direction of the hamper and his hands were rough on my body as he peeled the robe off of my shoulders. He had already arranged the pillows in a high pile so that when he pushed me back against them I was still nearly sitting up. As he did this he held my face in his hand and moved close to kiss me. I started to back away until I smelled the mint on his breath.

"Did you…" I asked him, reaching out to caress his fang with my forefinger. He liked it when I touched his fangs, and he shivered.

He knew what I meant. "In the kitchen so I wouldn't make your water cold." The bathroom had its own industrial-sized hot water tank so the hot water ran out very rarely. We could both take a shower and then run a bath, and there would be enough water.

I smiled and moved forward, accepting his kisses. Vampires didn't have to brush their teeth but Eric did on occasion, generally for me. He knew I liked his minty-fresh taste when he did. He never had bad breath nor did he ever taste bad, but it was a sweet gesture when he brushed. Eric was like that, always doing little things for me to show that he did care and paid attention to what I liked and didn't like.

He started out with soft kisses which morphed into full, long, and deep kisses. After that his tongue became more and more demanding as his kisses turned hard and dominating. That was when he held both of my hands at my sides and began kissing his way down my body. He trailed kisses and nibbles down my neck and collarbone, then pulled a nipple into his mouth and rolled his tongue around it, laved his tongue across it, nibbled and bit at random. I laid my head back and sighed with pleasure. Then he kissed his way across to the other breast where he did the same thing. He wouldn't let go of my hands to let me touch him, and I struggled. He'd told me more than once that he liked when I struggled and would tell me when he didn't. I pushed my chest at him and he nibbled and licked his way across the undersides of both breasts before he began kissing and nipping at my ribs, making me squirm. He moved back and forth across my body a few times, kissing, nibbling, scratching and drawing blood, until I was in a frenzy of need. But he still wouldn't let my hands go. He moved in for the kill on my belly button, which he knew was very sensitive and ticklish. After tormenting me there with his tongue and fangs, he moved back up to my mouth and began kissing me deeply again.

"This is the last time I get to kiss you for a while so I better make it good!" he breathed into my mouth between kisses. My lips were swollen and my body felt like jell-o, but he wasn't done yet. He started with my chin and licked and nibbled a straight line back down to my belly button, where he tormented me some more. Then he made his way to my sensitive hipbones, one at a time, nibbling and scratching there in between kisses. Finally he began kissing his way south.

Right before he was about to dive in, he looked up at me with a very fangy smile. Now I was struggling with some socio-cultural issues surrounding my vampire earning his red wings. And part of me was anticipating the orgasm I always had when Eric's mouth was on me. But his fangs actually startled me. They were protruding more than usual- or I noticed them more. Suddenly I realized those sharp things were about to be right up in my vagina. Eric had bit me once or twice there before and it was painful. My worry wasn't about an intentional bite, as much as an accidental puncture. How could he…"eat" without slicing me? Did he always have them fully extended when he went down on me?

"Honey….just be careful, okay?"

"Careful? Dina, I don't always go down on you as often as you do me, but I know what I'm doing."

"I know. Just…I don't want an accidental puncture. Your fangs seem very large right about now." And right about now they were inches from my most sensitive area.

If Eric could blush, I think he would have. "I'm a little excited right now. Trust me; I've had them for many years. I won't bite you by accident."

He ducked his head before I could reply. Why did he have to add the 'by accident' part?

I hadn't moved. I didn't know if my body could after coming like that. Eric rested his head on my thigh. Every now and again he'd lean down and lick my slit thoroughly. I'd moan at the sensation and try to not be grossed out by the fact that he was indeed eating.

"So…are we really just going to lay here and do this until this is over?" I asked.

"Don't say it like that. I don't want it to be over." He moved his head back between my legs and pushed his tongue inside of me.

"Ohh…" God, it was hard to think when he was doing this. And giving me no time to recuperate. My hands fisted in his hair. I started to grind up toward his face. I was glad he didn't breathe…

He stopped before I came. I guess there wasn't enough blood to keep him there. Darn. I relaxed my body and tried to not be so hyper-sexualized. All I could think about was how good Eric made my body feel. We had to do more than just have him go down on me for a week straight. I didn't think I could physically take it.

"Can I ask what you and Pam talked about?" my curiosity was bugging me.

He paused for a moment. "We did discuss you for a brief time. I think you made a good impression on her. I informed her that she can not disrupt your feeding habits. She is still working on our home. And… she would like to spend more time with us and rest here."

It was almost as if Eric thought I'd be mad or unhappy with it. I valued my privacy – namely in my home – but I wouldn't be bothered by Pam. It made me feel really happy to know Eric cared so much about how I felt in our home. I also assumed he didn't want animosity between Pam and I. it could make his life be quite hard, despite his power as Maker and Master.

"Of course. We have to be very sensitive of Pam right now."

"We do?" he asked surprised.

"Eric, she probably feels a little…bad and insecure. I know you love her and would never want to remove her from your life. But having another woman so close to you, might make her feel a little hurt and unsure of herself. Whatever she is feeling, we should give her time to work it out and help her if we can."

Eric actually looked befuddled.

"Pamela is a warrior," Eric insisted. "She does not need help to sort out her feelings." Even as he stated this adamantly, he still looked unsure.

I rolled my eyes. "She's a woman, Eric. And you are like her everything. She loves you more than she loves anything, even her own life!" How could he not see this? Eric was a sensitive man despite his reputation for cruelty and violence. I knew I could make him understand. "When you made her, you made a commitment to her, Eric. An eternal commitment. I'm human. She will be here long after I'm gone. We need to welcome her into our home at the very least."

He looked at me for a moment with an expression I couldn't decipher. He'd clamped down on the bond and I couldn't feel anything from him. "You wish to share me with Pam?" he asked, slowly.

I didn't really but Pam was his child. They hadn't been sexual for decades according to Eric. "The relationship between us is different than the relationship between you two," I explained. "If you were human and Pam was your daughter I would love and accept her into our lives. This is different I admit – I'm not a Vampire and so I can't fully understand. But what I do know is that I feel her in the bond with us sometimes. She is part of you and so she's part of me too. Isn't that right?"

"Yes." He deadpanned, not giving away any of his feelings.

"Well, so far…" I paused. Eric and I made an agreement on this and I knew I had to stick to it. That didn't make it easy. "You have done so well no not shoving it in my face or letting girls at your club upset me….But if you are more open with Pam and your …activities with her, I won't be upset. I know it's different with her."

Eric straightened his spine and looked at me intently. He moved to lean over me. We were eye to eye. I didn't even have time to be pleased he had finally moved away from between my legs. I saw the dominant man and Vampire come out before he spoke. "Then my decision is this, and you will do as I say," his voice was quiet and full of authority. This was the voice that brought out all of my submissive feelings. I felt myself melt into his eyes as he continued in a serious voice. "Pam will spend time with us, most especially with you. She will sleep in our bed with us when she feels the need, or when I demand it. You will welcome her and work on friendship. You will not endanger your health – like by not eating – or allow her to make you feel uncomfortable in your home. Pam will cooperate and tolerate your human habits while she works on being your friend. If my orders are not followed I will dole out punishment. Is that clear?"

When Eric made a decision, he really made a decision. He didn't have to threaten me with punishment. I liked Pam. I wanted her around. I was sure we could handle my food thing. I wondered too if he'd punish Pam if she became 'uncooperative'. I had full faith we could handle it. The only thing I worried about was the brief flirtation that had happened between us. Eric must not know. He would be furious. His eyes changed and he looked at me sharply for a moment, holding my eyes. I was scared. What had I given away? He moved forward smoothly, stalking me like the predator he was.

I didn't move. He dropped his body onto mine. He pushed one arm under my shoulders and held me close and the other came up to encircle my throat. He squeezed lightly. I relaxed immediately and looked into his eyes. Eric continued to hold me. "You are mine," he whispered into my ear, his hand now stroking my throat but still holding on.

"Yes Eric!" I whispered to him, my voice heavy with emotion. Love, trust, and fear mixed together in my chest, making butterflies in my stomach. What had caused him to make this sudden declaration? But I knew, with every essence of my being, that he was right.

He slowly relaxed and began to move our bodies. We tangled our legs, our arms, our fingers. We were blending into one another. My fingers in his hair. The tips of his stroking my face, throat, and shoulders. My tongue licked his fangs and he bared his mouth wide. I had learned how sensitive they were. I didn't mind one bit when they grazed my lips as he kissed me.

Eric POV

Kissing her and feeling her give herself over to me without fear was amazing. Fangbangers often believed they were fearless – but you couldn't be fearless and ignorant. Dina knew full well my strength, what my fangs did, what they could do, and she only ran her tongue over their sharp points and pressed her body harder against mine. This time would truly be sweet for both of us; Time to renew and enjoy one another.

My plan was to not let either woman know if or how much I knew about their little flirtation today. I was not going to direct them. Not only would their relationship blossom naturally – however it ended up – but I would enjoy watching them squirm. They believed that I didn't know! How they could rationalize that was beyond me. They knew I felt them both, and they, or at least Pam, knew that I had the entire house wired for video. It was nearly impossible for either of them to hide anything from me. The "nearly" was what would keep them thinking I was ignorant. This would be quite amusing if I played my cards right. Of course, I couldn't punish them overly if anything sexual occurred. I was facilitating a situation where it could happen and giving no instructions for them to follow. Neither of them was used to me doing this.

To say I was unhappy with my bonded being so sure she wouldn't live much longer, would be a tremendous understatement. A part of me felt rage. This wasn't surprising. I didn't like the thought of anything tearing her away from me – including her humanity. I also felt some genuine fear. She was so fragile! My blood could only ward off so much sickness and disease. She was kept safe in our home, but the memory of her near death experiences was very fresh in my mind. All it took was one slip up on my part. Hell, even my allowing her to be in a car could lead to her death. As a vampire, I would almost always heal from injuries. I could even regrow my limbs, as a painful as the process was. Everything about her was temporary.

I truly couldn't understand why she didn't want to stay with me for eternity. Keep her body in prime shape and gain the speed and strength of an immortal. I knew she simply wouldn't understand the great intensity that was being Vampire until it happened, but surely she knew that what I was, was incredible?

She felt so good against me, so warm, but these thoughts removed sex completely from my mind. I felt agitated all of a sudden, like something was missing or wrong and I couldn't put a finger on what it was. But I knew what it was. I needed to know why. Was it because she was afraid of what she would do if she became a Vampire? Did she think she would become evil? Or was it something else? Could she not stand the thought of being by my side throughout eternity? Did she hope for the end of her life so that she could get away from me? I knew I had caused her to fear me and planned to remedy that situation very soon, but was she somehow hoping to escape our life together? The possibility of her rejection stung far more than I wanted to acknowledge.

She must have sensed my withdrawal. My physical body was unchanged, my cock still hard and eager for her welcoming warmth. But she knew my mind had wandered. "Eric?" she queried, her voice sounding worried and a little bit fearful. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?" The ever-present bond between us told me that I'd somehow hurt her.

I tried to reassure. "No Love, you didn't. There's something in my head. It's nothing to worry about." I closed off the bond on my side and hoped she would accept my evasion.

Of course, she didn't. "What is it? What can I do to help?" She didn't believe me. She still thought it was her. In a way it was, but the thoughts and insecurities about her were mine. We were still wrapped around each other and I was in no hurry to move, but she began to struggle and pull away from me. Reluctantly, I allowed it, but I didn't let her go far.

As she piled pillows to make a comfortable place to recline, I sat up next to her and pulled one of her legs over into my lap, stroking her thigh and the back of her knee. She turned toward me and shared her pillows with me, holding on to my arm and sliding her other leg into my lap next to the one I still held. I put my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

We sat that way for a few moments, the silence stretching between us. I could feel her building curiosity though, and though her body was relaxed in my embrace, inside she was nervous and a bit fearful. I thought she was worried about me. It wasn't typical for someone to do that.

I couldn't stop thinking about the reasons she might have for not wanting to become a Vampire and stay with me forever. I didn't let her feel my growing agitation. The thought that she might hope to someday be away from me drove me crazy! Even by her death, that was unacceptable! I would not allow it! She would never leave my side!

She had given me everything, including her love. I would have all of it. I would use any means necessary to bind her to me forever! Then suddenly I had a thought. I hadn't felt the need to formalize our relationship, believing that things would progress naturally and ultimately work out favorably. But I was wrong. I had botched things badly. She feared me. She didn't trust me the way I needed her to trust me. We needed to restart, set up our expectations for each other in black and white. And yes, I was aware that she had expectations for me that I might not even know about. I knew what needed to be done.

Even with her safe words, I assumed we wouldn't need them. I hoped she would just trust me and we'd grow together pushing until we found our limits. One day I still hoped she would cast aside her safe words and know I would never harm her. I knew that she had to get to that place on her own and I couldn't push her there before she was ready.

"Dina, Dear One, I haven't handled things right between us from the beginning. I demanded this relationship from you but gave you no guidelines to follow. I failed to set up my own expectations or ask you what yours were. I haven't allowed you to set goals for yourself in your training because I haven't told you what it's leading up to. I believe we need to start over, in a way. Have you ever considered writing a contract between us to lay out these issues?"

What I didn't say was that when, not if, we wrote a contract between us, it would be legally binding. I would insist on including a clause stating that she would not be allowed to leave the relationship without great penalties. I would make sure that she could never leave me. I was certain I could convince her to be turned willingly….and if I couldn't, I would have time to make it up to her.

"So this contact would outline our goals? What's expected of me?"

"Myself as well," I ran my finger over her cheek. "I have obligations to you. It would be a document outlining out relationship and our goals. We can discuss some limits and what will happen if those expectations are not met."

"So punishment and….give me one second to think this over."

"Take your time." I was happy she was thinking about this and seemed relieved at the idea of having things on paper. I gently probed our budding bond. It was getting easier to read her. I needed to test our bond soon. I wanted to see if it was growing and if we could both tune ourselves in with it. I was glad I could close it off; truly thankful. I needed some privacy. This relationship was new to both of us and could be overwhelming.

I began to worry a bit when she stayed quiet, but fidgeted in my arms. "Lover?"

"Ok….so if I make these commitments – and don't get me wrong, I know you are committing here too – what if something goes wrong?" She looked at me with some sadness in her eyes. I thought I knew where she was going with this. I wanted her forever. I thought if I tried to calm her insecurities she would be fearful of my plans for her; for us.

"What if we grow apart? Or start to fight? You never know. But I know…I have nothing. I live with you. I don't work. I'm out of school. … if we broke up, I have nowhere to go and nothing to go to."

I pulled her close. I wouldn't be hurt by her self-preservation instinct. I wouldn't be bothered by her wariness and insecurities. She was right to have them. "If such time comes that we can no longer live together harmoniously," I knew I would never allow this but I would give her the security she needed, "I will make provisions for you. You will never do without, nor will you worry about money or security ever again. Even if things do not work out as I hope." She relaxed visibly and smiled weakly at me, knowing I didn't like to talk about that subject.

"Besides," I continued, "we are sending you back to school soon, if that is what you want."

Her smile was infectious, and I grinned back at her. "You know that's what I want Eric!"

"That's why we need this contract," I explained. "It will make clear what your training will entail, and we can set goals to complete things in a timely manner."

"But that isn't all that goes on it, right?" she asked, her forehead wrinkling with worry and confusion. "I'll know what I can get punished for, won't I? And you said you have obligations to me too. What are they?"

There it was again. She had to bring up punishment first. Why was she so centered on that? I was going to find out, but first I would answer her question about my obligations.

"This isn't just about you turning your life over to me so I can tell you what to do, Dina," I told her gently. "It is a big responsibility for me to take this on. I have always taken care of myself quite well but now I'm taking care of you too. At the very least, I am obligated to feed you, clothe you," she giggled when I said this and looked at me mockingly.

I stopped and grinned back, knowing why she laughed. Most of the time I didn't give her much to wear at all, and that I usually removed from her body shortly after I rose. My cock jumped to attention. She saw that and licked her lips, still grinning at me. It was nearly impossible for me to resist that open invitation, but when she reached down and put her hands on me I pried them off, with some difficulty.

I laughed. "Dina, be serious! We are talking here!" As she continued to giggle I leaned in and kissed her, hard. I forced her lips apart and my tongue entered her mouth, mastering her, making her think of nothing but my kiss, forcing her into submission. I held both of her wrists pinned against my chest as my other arm formed a steel band around her body. As much as I desired her, I was in no mood for game-playing and this talk was long overdue.

At first her tongue battled with mine, her responses meant to entice me. She tried to press her breasts against me and wiggled in my lap but I forced her to still. Gradually her struggles began to subside, her body softening, melting into my embrace. Her fists unclenched, she stopped wiggling, and she followed my lead in our kiss. I forced her head back against the pillows, my lips hard and unrelenting. Finally she stilled, no longer resisting, her full submission complete. As I released her lips she sighed.

"How do you do that Eric?" she smiled softly, peeking up at me through her lashes.

I chuckled. "Do what?" I knew perfectly well what she was referring to.

"Turn me into goo just by kissing me." She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder.

I shot her a wicked grin full of fang and waggled my eyebrows. "A true master never reveals his secrets!" She broke into a fit of giggles at that, and I laughed with her. I wasn't so full of myself that I really felt like I had mastered everything in the world. But then I sobered. "Seriously, Lover, we need to have this conversation."

It was difficult for her to calm her laughter, but eventually she did. "I know." She sighed. "I guess I forgot to tell you that when I get my period I'm way more horny than normal, right?"

I gave her a pointed look. "I will take care of you as much and as often as you need, but we will not spend 24/7 having sex because you are… horny." I disliked the word personally, but she used it a lot.

"Well if not 24/7…what about right now?" She batted her eyelashes in a way that was meant to be playful, innocent, and flirty all at the same time. She was insatiable. But since I had asked for her to be always available and told her I would fuck her every day, I should indulge her. I could see that she wasn't going to give up.

"I do not want my own fluids to pollute my favorite meal. If I do fuck you, I'll have to cum elsewhere." I stopped to think. I understood her wanting me inside of her – it was certainly one of my most favorite places to be. But I didn't want anything tainting her blood. I decided to clue her in on my line of thinking. "I could finish in your mouth…-" I trailed off, half wrapped up imagining standing above her while and thrusting into her mouth right before I climaxed and considering the other alternative : me cumming on her body. But I was interrupted.

"I don't want blood in my mouth." She blurted out. I snapped my head and glared at her. She quickly realized her mistake but it was too late. I reached out and took her face in my hand, pinching her cheeks near her lips. It was nearly the same way I reprimanded her on her first night after she submitted to me. She moaned in pain and surprise

"What?" I asked, making myself sound menacing. I loosened my hold and let her answer.

"I-I don't want to, but I will if you tell me to; if you want me to." She looked at me pleading for me to accept amendment of her original statement and not inflict further punishment.

I nodded. "Good save. Or perhaps I'll simply cum on you. It would be very pleasing to see my seed on your body." I gave her a fangy smile. My cock was throbbing at the thought of marking her in such a way.

I didn't let my smile reach my eyes. My feelings for her might lead me to indulge her most of the time, but I could not allow her to believe that she could overrule me in any way. I grasped the hair at the nape of her neck tightly, knowing that it was painful for her because of the tiny tears that sprang suddenly to her eyes. "The decision is mine!" I reminded her in harsh tones as I dragged her beneath me and pushed myself forcibly inside of her all the way to my balls.

I was not prepared for the onslaught of sexual pleasure that burst forth in that one thrust! She was always wet for me, always warm, even hot. But this was like nothing I had felt before! With her blood as our lubricant, it was as though a flame had been lit within her! The unrestricted silky smoothness of her inner walls caressed me with fevered tenderness like nothing else could, and I was almost undone in that one simple movement! Unable to hold on to my anger any longer, I moaned sensually and spoke her name, "Dina, by the gods!" My voice shook and I stilled, suddenly speechless, at the force of her eyes conveying back the exact same feelings. If I had ever before felt anything so exquisite in my millennium on earth, I couldn't remember it in that moment.

Then I began to move, slowly at first, so as not to waste this, our first precious mating while her body flowed freely of the stuff that gave me life. To think I had been about to toss it away with a punishing pace and angry grasp on her beautiful body! My grip softened in her hair and my thumb caressed her cheekbone, her eyes, her temples where her tears were still drying. I held her gaze, trying to convey my apology for my selfishness and my gratitude for her presence in my life. She reached for me, her palms caressing my biceps, and then her face contorted into a mask of sweet ecstasy as she nearly climaxed from our first movements together. It always amazed me, how well-suited our bodies were for this activity together despite our great height difference, but I wasn't complaining! I set a measured pace, thrusting hard, but not so hard that this would be over too soon. I would draw this out.

The heady, musky scents of blood and sex filled the air, and my vampiric traits began to make themselves known. My fangs felt double their usual length, tingling and throbbing with a need of their own. I held her just that much tighter, pressed her into the bed just that much harder for my instincts to possess and dominate to have their way. I needed everything from her, right now! She was mine and I would have her know it! "Dina!" My voice had become much rougher, growling now. "I need.." I stopped, unsure how to articulate what I wanted. But somehow she knew. In the very limited space and movement that I allowed her, ignoring my growls and fang-snapping, she managed to brush her hair away from her neck just as I grabbed her wrist and pinned it to the bed. Then she turned her head to the side, giving me just enough room to bite. Her collar got in the way, and I ripped it away with my teeth. That was it. We were getting a new one, something thinner! Free of the obstruction, I struck hard, feeling just as much as I heard her gasp beneath me.

I pulled at her blood almost desperately for a few seconds until I regained full control of myself. Then I remembered what the doctor had said – not to take too much from her during this time. I slowed my pace, stopped, and sealed the wound. But then another feeling overwhelmed me. She refused to take me in her mouth covered in her monthly blood. She had no such qualms about the rest of her blood and I would not allow her to refuse me! I didn't even bother to lick my lips before I leaned in and possessed her mouth fully. My tongue invaded her, hard and predatory, just as my cock moved inside of her now, almost daring her to refuse me. She didn't even try, kissing me back with passionate abandon, making soft and hungry little whimpers in the back of her throat as though she couldn't get enough of me. I was very much the dominant male at that moment, overwhelming all of her senses and ensuring that she thought of and felt nothing but me.

Suddenly she lost control and bit me as he body's release overtook her, and she drew my blood. This awakened something in her and as she thrashed and moaned desperately, riding out her climax, she took my tongue deep into her and held it there until my wounds sealed and I bled no more. I growled at her with pleasure and approval as our eyes opened and we stared at each other, our bodies still entwined as one. Holding her gaze, I quickened my pace and quickly drew another orgasm from her, then a third before I felt myself beginning to lose control. This was the part I least looked forward to – the part where I had to pull myself from her slick hot cunt and coat her skin with my seed. I would much prefer to finish in her mouth but she had given me some of the greatest pleasure of my existence in just the past few minutes. I would respect her limits – this time. As my climax burst forth I pulled out reluctantly, then held myself above her as my seed fell on her soft belly and breasts. I stroked myself until I was spent, and then rested with my knees between her thighs and my hands on either side of her throat. We stared at each other needing no words for what we had just shared. Her hands went absently to her body where my wet seed lay, and she touched it gently, settling her palms into it and smiling at me, making no move to clean or remove it in any way.

A bit of a shine caught my eye and I noticed a thick ribbon of my pink seed glistening just below her right nipple and starting to move down toward her ribcage. It had caught the light from the side lamp. I scooped it up with two fingers and held it out to her, my eyes demanding. She knew exactly what I wanted from her. She lifted her head and stuck out her tongue to receive my fingers, and when I thrust them deeply inside she licked them clean, humming as she did so. When I took my fingers back from her, she softly grasped them with her own and kissed them.

For all her refusal to take my bloodied member into her mouth, she had not disappointed me. Only one thing was left to remedy, and my eyes were drawn to it, softening only slightly and resting atop her stomach, wet and covered in her blood and a bit of my own seed. She still gazed into my eyes, and so I placed my hand on her chest and moved it slowly upward. When I reached her throat with my hand I encircled it softly, but with enough pressure to get her attention looking downward. I felt a slight wave of fear in her then, as though she thought I might still somehow force it on her. "There still remains one thing to do, Lover, or had you forgotten?" I raised my eyebrows slightly, keeping my voice and expression neutral. She reached out and touched me then, her soft touch making me hard instantly.

"Yes, Eric?" she said this with some hesitation that I understood.

"You are going to clean me," I stated simply, and she nodded, her apprehension growing behind her eyes. "I will not force you to do what you fear." She relaxed visibly. "But I expect you to do it in a way that pleases me. If you don't, the next time we will do it my way. Understand?"

She gasped and swallowed, and I could see that the thought sickened her. I knew it wasn't the thought of having me in her mouth; she'd done that lots of times. It was her menstrual blood. I simply didn't understand. Her blood gave me life. It was precious to me. All of it. How she could kiss me and accept the blood that flowed from her veins into her mouth, but then felt that this blood was somehow tainted or dirty, was beyond me. They tasted slightly different but I enjoyed consumption of both.

She thought about it a minute and then seemed to think of something. "Can I get up for a minute Eric?" I tilted my head to the side and nodded, curious now to see what she would do. As she rose, she leaned close to me and kissed the spot where my neck becomes the front of my chest. I reached out to affectionately tug her wildly sexy, messy hair in return, smiling at her. She smiled back brightly, seeming less nervous. As she slipped past me and headed for the washroom, I heard her open several drawers and doors, rummage around in the drawer where I often discarded things temporarily until I could properly put them away, and finally run the water for a long time. By the time she returned to me, I was more than curious!

She took my hand and pulled me up until she could make a nice pile of pillows for me to recline on, and then she knelt between my legs, smiling shyly at me. First she picked up a tightly wrapped towel, which seemed to be wrapped around another towel, which turned out to be wrapped around another one. She touched that towel to my hand. "Is that too hot or too cold?" she asked. I smiled and shook my head. To my surprise, she unrolled that towel very quickly, picked up my now soft dick, and gently rolled the towel back around it. She had put something very soft inside of the towel, and this in effect sheathed me in warm wetness, not quite like being inside of her, but very pleasant indeed! I stiffened noticeably while she worked the towel and whatever was inside of it gently up and down. She had brought out another warm towel for my balls and scrotum, and by the time she was finished, I'd just had a complete steam bath!

"What's in here?" I asked, when she finally took away the hot towels and replaced them with dry ones that she had obviously put into the dryer. I hadn't noticed that but it was a very nice touch! I opened it to find one of her favorite little silk camisoles, wet and now covered in her blood. It was black and would not stain, but I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

"I needed something soft," she explained. "I didn't want to ruin any of your silk boxers."

"Never worry about ruining clothing, Lover!" I reprimanded her gently. "We have plenty of money for as much clothing as we will ever need. Which, in your case, isn't much!" I waggled my eyebrows at her. It was kind of a running joke between us.

The warm towel that she had used to thoroughly dry me and keep me warm had started to cool so I picked it up to inspect her "work." I was clean as clean could be and she had pleased me greatly. There was no reason to punish her, but I hadn't wanted to anyway. The whole exercise hadn't been about punishment. It was more about compromise, and teaching her that I could be reasoned with. There was no need to fear me.

"Thank you Dear One," I told her wholeheartedly. She really had taken good care of me, pampered and spoiled me when this was the week for me to be doing that to her! I wanted to get between her thighs a little bit more before we retired, so I started to pull her with me to lie back on the pillows. She resisted. "What is it?" I asked, a little bit impatiently.

She blushed. Hmmmm. Now I was very intrigued and interested in hearing what she would say next. There was one other thing she'd brought into the room from the washroom that I hadn't seen yet, and she produced it now. It was the pair of soft cuffs that I put on her wrists when she knelt to give me a BJ.

I had to give her a little bit of a hard time. I made myself sound sarcastic. "So let me get this straight. You didn't want me in your mouth before, but you do now that I'm all clean?" It actually was an amazing gesture, one that I had every intention of accepting!

But she looked stricken, and pulled the cuffs back, and tried to back away from me. "Never mind. I'm sorry." I could see that I'd hurt her. It was my turn to apologize.

"Wait, Dina!" I wrapped my arms around her waist. "That was shitty of me. I was only trying to tease you, not hurt your feelings. Don't run away, and definitely don't apologize!" She stopped resisting me and I pulled her close. I raised her chin with my fingers so that she would look at me. Her eyes were filled with confusion. "This is what I'm talking about. You get scared of me when you aren't sure if you've done something wrong. You haven't done anything wrong here. In fact, you did everything right. I am the luckiest Vampire in the world right now! You make me very happy. Forgive me?"

Her stiff posture relaxed and she started to smile. She put her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder. I yanked her into the bed with me and laid us back together, just stroking her back and relaxing her. If she didn't want to now, I wouldn't push the issue. I'd been the Dom already tonight. Right now I'd just be her man and accept whatever she was willing to give.

We lay there for about ten minutes and I thought she was falling asleep, but then she lifted her head and smiled shyly at me again, handing me the cuffs. I smiled warmly. She was trying to be kind to me and make up for little transgression. I couldn't ask for more.

I surprised her by pulling her hands in front of her and cuffing them. I laid back and looked at her. She was so gorgeous to me in this moment. "I wouldn't mind feeling your hands, as well as your mouth tonight, Lover."

She smiled and lifted both hands. I knew her movements must have felt awkward, but she quickly got used to moving with her hands being kept no more than 4 inches apart. Her nails traced patterns on my chest. She led them down and moved away from me once she neared my erection, not wanting any of the metal between her wrists to touch me.

She looked me in the eye before lowering her head. I let out a tiny growl and felt my gums ache. My fangs were throbbing to bite; to bite her again!

I felt her hands right after her tongue made contact with my tip. She began to massage my balls as she twirled her tongue around me. Her pace was torturously slow. She took more of me in and never stopped with her hands.

"Dina.."

After a few minutes, my control began to wear and I bucked my hips. She did something that shocked me. Instead of beginning to suck me deep and hard, she took her mouth off me. She spat in her hands and grasped my cock. Her mouth went to my sac. She sucked me in a way I couldn't remember her doing before, while her hands stroked my cock. It was...amazing.

The louder I got, the more effort she put into pleasing me. I was happy to encourage her. I was pretty sure I would climax from this hand/mouth reversal. She must have known I was close before she changed gears once more and devoured much of my erection. I felt my tip hit the back of her throat. Her hands lightly cupped my balls. The tips of her fingers moved in slow circles. She sucked hard, pursed her lips and started to bob her head.

I couldn't have held back if I wanted to. My hands fisted in her hair as I came. Her eyes looked up at mine as she swallowed. Not only had I just cum twice, but I could smell the blood from between her thighs. I would be sure to pleasure her as I enjoyed my treat.

I couldn't remember having a better night in centuries.