Trust was the main component, the biggest frill. Not the pain, inflicting or receiving, nor the sex, tender or wild. They both knew this. As soon as the bedroom door closed it would be no holds barred, the same as usual. All the gentle caressing, hand holding, and fluttery kisses ceased as soon as they were behind that door.

Adam grabbed Lindsay’s long hair near its roots and swung her around, shoving her into the door. She inhaled sharply, a big, excited grin upon her face. He yanked her hair hard as he bent and sunk his teeth into her bare shoulder. She shivered as the pleasure of pain coursed through her body.

“I am your vampire.”

“I am your queen.”

As the words he loved hearing left her lips, he hastily began ridding them both of their clothes. It was easier undressing her than himself—she wore a cotton sundress and tied up knickers, he wore khaki shorts and a tight t-shirt. He pushed his khakis down and she jumped on him. She grasped his forearm as they fell to the floor. He threw her off him, pulled his t-shirt off, and quickly rolled and pinned her to the floor.

“I am your master.”

“I am your queen.”

He squeezed her wrists tighter, and her green eyes widened excited. He bit her right breast, then her left; a delighted gasp escaped her lips. With her nipple in his mouth, he watched her eyes as he tugged. He could see she wanted more, she always did. But he wasn’t going to give her anymore, not just yet. He fell on her mouth, releasing her wrists. She clawed his back as they kissed and bit each other’s lips. He loved the sensation of her long nails digging into him. He loved knowing she was drawing his blood, that it was on her.

Feeling his hard-on, the blood pumping relentlessly, he knew it was time to get inside. In one fluid movement, he pulled her legs up around his waist and plunged himself in. She let out a small gasp of pain, as she had not been ready. He pumped her firmly, his hands around her neck increasing the pressure the smoother the ride became. She mouthed for more as her air supply gradually decreased, digging her fingers into his sides. He knew he was about to come, he knew she knew too.

He let go of her neck and pulled himself out, she tried to stop him with her legs, to force him to come inside her. One backhand to her face and her legs loosened, releasing him. He pulled her up by the hair and tossed her facedown on the bed. Before she could do anything, he was upon her, entering from behind.

“I am your god,” he spat, tugging her head up by her hair.

She waited a few stokes until she knew he was coming. “And I am your grateful queen,” she whispered as he came. He shoved face into the duvet.

He straddled her hips as he leaned over and reached to the table beside the bed. He opened the drawer that cradled all of their sex toys.

He flipped her over to see the face he loved before tying her feet to the bedrail. She grinned wickedly. He brought the bamboo spatula down hard across her right breast. After half a dozen goes he tossed the spatula aside. Lindsay pouted, but Adam was hard again and she knew it was time for another fierce fuck.

She tried to pull him down to her but he resisted, a mischievous glint in his eye. He produced a dildo and lubricant, and after it was sufficiently oiled, he pulled her arse off the bed and slid it in her anus. It hurt like hell, especially when he started it vibrating, but it excited her as well. He gathered her in his arms, bringing her closer to his hard-on. She dug her nails into him as she repeatedly felt his tip brush her lips before withdrawing. He kissed her shoulder before shoving her violently away, leaving the dildo inside her.

He laughed sadistically as she bounced on the bed, the ties around her feet keeping her in place and biting into her ankles. She used her hands to remove the dildo, her eyes daring him to punish her for doing so.

He fell between her legs, his breath tickling her lips, “I am your master.” He reached up grabbed a fistful of hair and tugged hard. “You will obey me!” He sunk his teeth into the top of her thigh.

“I am your queen, I do as you command.”

She handed him the dildo, he plunged it back into her. He licked her lips, nibbling them before drawing back. He repositioned them both so he could control the dildo and fuck her simultaneously.

After he came, he realized he was wiped. It was her turn now. She untied herself and rolled

The pain soon revived him. She untied herself and rolled him on his front. She used the spatula and a riding crop to beat him. He could hear her enjoyment through the sound of her breathing; she loved being in charge.

Lying facedown on the duvet was uncomfortable, even more so when he found himself aroused once more. He flipped over, sending Lindsay falling to the floor. She jumped up, breathing hard, and pounced back on him. She slapped him repeatedly across the face while he held her on his chest. He enjoyed seeing her look bestial, eyes raging, teeth bared. His heart soared.

“I am your queen!” she yelled.

He lifted her off his chest and slammed her down on his girth. “I know, and here’s your throne,” he said, pulling her mouth down to his as he rose to meet her.

“I am your queen.”

She trembled as she finally came.


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Copyright December 2011, Alyssa Swan
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