Page 74 of Her Vampire, His Ruin

Instead, I scrape my teeth over her clit and she screams, her orgasm breaking as her back arches and her internal muscles squeeze my fingers tightly. A flood of wet heat weeps from her, and I remove my fingers, grip her hips and drink from her pussy, slaking my thirst on her cum.

She pants, tugging at my hair, trying to pull me off her. “I can’t take any more. I can’t,” she protests.

“You will. You will come for me again, Edie,” I grind out, pulling back and lightly slapping her pussy again and again, until she’s coming with another guttural cry.

“Why does that feel so good?” she asks, her thighs messy with her arousal, her eyes wide with shock.

“Because pain can be pleasurable when you know how to wield it,” I explain, my fingers tracing slow circles on her trembling thighs. I give her a moment to come down from her orgasms, waiting until her breathing has eased before I test her willingness to explore. “Are you ready to discover just how intoxicating pain can feel?”

“I’m not sure,” she replies, pushing up onto her elbows. “I don’t know what to expect, or if I’d even like the pain. ”

“I’ll ease you in gently. I won’t do anything you don’t want, and I’ll talk you through everything. If you’re willing to experiment, we need a safe word.”

“A safe word?”

“Yes, you need a word you wouldn’t ordinarily say in the throes of pleasure. If it gets too much, or you’re overwhelmed, you say the word, and I stop. You’re in control, not me.”

“Okay, let me think.” She chews on her lip as I ease off her, waiting patiently at the foot of the bed.

“How about, shoe?”

“Shoe it is,” I grin.

Pivoting on my feet, I cross the room to the armoire, opening its doors and selecting a blindfold, a leather flogger, and a peacock’s feather. My gaze lingers on the array of leather paddles, but I decide that might be too much too soon. Besides, I prefer to use my hand.

Returning to Edie, I line the items up side by side on the bed. “Come here, Edie,” I say, my voice lowering to a rumble as I motion for her to get off the bed. She stands before me, lips parted, cheeks flushed, and more beautiful than I’ve ever seen her. Picking up the soft, red velvet blindfold, I pull it through my hand.

“You’re going to blindfold me?” she asks.

“It will heighten your senses, much like what happened at the bar, but if you don’t want to⁠—”

“I want to,” she whispers, turning her back to me.

“There’s my Little Vixen,” I say, placing the blindfold over her eyes and tying it in place. Dropping my hands to her hips, I guide her towards the bed until her thighs hit the mattress. “I’m going to tuck the end of your skirt into your waistband, then I want you to climb up onto the bed for me. Lie face down in a comfortable position, and spread your legs a little,” I say.

“Okay,” Edie whispers, releasing a shuddering breath as she waits for me to finish tucking her skirt out of the way. Then she crawls onto the bed, lying down, her beautiful arse and legs bare before me.

“So fucking perfect,” I say, climbing onto the bed beside her and gently stroking the voluptuous globes of her arse. I’m already painfully hard, but this isn’t about me. This is about Edie. I can wait. “I’m going to start off with light touches, and I will talk you through each step, so you’re not surprised by anything.”

She nods, resting her cheek against her hands. Picking up the feather, I slowly drag it up from her ankles to her arse, drawing soft circles over her bare skin. I make sure to drag it through her folds too, and the tip comes away slick with her cum. She shudders, gasping at the sensation. Repeating the action several times, Edie relaxes as I earn her trust.

“Now I’m going to use the flogger. At this point, I’m only going to do the same thing as I did with the feather. Is that okay?”

“Yes,” she breathes.

Replacing the feather with the flogger, I drag it up the backs of her legs, repeating the same movement as I did with the feather. Edie’s breath quickens with every pass over her skin. “Now I’m going to lightly whip your arse. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

A small whimper releases from her mouth after the first light flogging. “That feels… good.”

“I’m glad,” I say. “But now I’m going to flog you a little harder. I will count to ten, and with each pass, the feeling will get more intense. At any point, if it gets too much, use your safe word.”

She nods, tensing a little. “Try to relax. If you tense, it will hurt more. Ready?”

“I’m ready.”

“One.” The leather tails spread over her arse cheeks, drawing the blood beneath her skin to the surface. Edie jerks, but doesn’t cry out. “Two. Three. Four.” With every pass, Edie’s breathing becomes more laboured, but she still doesn’t use her safe word.

“Are you good?”