[7_deadly_sins_ - VampTara/VampLindsey] - Insatiable Desires
Title: Your Eternal Sin
Chapter: Insatiable Desires
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: VampTara/VampLindsey
Prompt: 6 - Lust
Big Damn Table: [ Here]
Word Count: 6151
Rating: NC- 17
Beta: strangecreature, whom I’m forever indebted to
Disclaimer: I don’t own them - I wish I did - Joss is apparently god. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and your entertainment.
Author's Notes: Wow, this is longer than I planned…oops. Then again one can never have too much smut… Megan and I both agree that this chapter should come with batteries and a 'do not disturb' sign.
Insatiable Desires
Tara read over the book again, making sure she had read the spell the right way. The last thing she wanted was it to backfire and get hurt.
For three months, she had been planning this, plotting and wanting nothing more than to surprise and tease her beautiful boy. She knew that he loved her, but knew that he had moments of restlessness that she was sure were almost maddening for him. As his sire she would do anything to please him.
Even if that included making herself a pretty little victim for the night, giving him the warmth that Tara knew he longed to feel come off her body; he always wondered how she felt before she was turned, when she was warm.
It was now or never, tonight was the anniversary of the day she sired him almost a lifetime ago - fifty years to be exact - and she was going to make it a night to remember. She was his sire and it was her right to treat him as a king for a day.
Tara had kicked him out of their apartment just as the sun set, telling him to go and hunt, to feed well because she had plans. He knew better than to question her; the look he saw in her eyes told him that whatever she was up to, he wouldn’t regret obeying her now.
Looking around, she tried to remember where she had hid all of the ingredients for the spell; Lindsey was always curious by nature and would have found out what she was doing far too easily. After gathering up what she needed, Tara headed into their never-used kitchen and set to work on the potion.
Adding in the mandrake, she wondered if she could actually pull it off. She had never tried it before and worried that it would go wrong and hurt her, or worse - Lindsey. Humming softly, she carefully mixed in everything she needed and let it cool. It felt almost like home to her, she never realized how much she missed working magic with her fingers. The length of time that had passed since she had cast her last spell dawned on her and she couldn’t believe that it had been nearly twenty years.
Her last spell had left a sour taste in her mouth. It was something that she never thought she’d have to do - or that she had ever wanted to do. But when she ran into Spike lurking one night outside a club she knew that she had to. For all of their sakes. So with a heavy heart she kissed him softly and cast a memory spell on him, just enough for him to forget about her so he could move back to LA and move on with his life, try to live as a creature of the night and not a lovesick vampire whose actions were going to get him nothing but staked at the rate he was going.
She didn’t realize the impact that the spell would have on her, the weight of what she did eating at her. Tara thought when she lost her soul that she wouldn’t have feelings like these, but she did. She felt so much regret and guilt for doing that to Spike.
Tara remembered what it was like being human. She remembered how he treated her when things were good and… it was so hard for her to accept the fact that she did that to him, that she had to do it to him.
After taking to her bed for three day’s - worrying Lindsey into a near fit - she finally accepted what she did. Knowing it was for the best and moving on.
She hadn’t done magick since that day and she couldn’t believe that it was that long ago. There were times when it all felt so fresh in her mind, but that was the past and Lindsey was her now and her future.
Finishing up the potion, Tara turned off the stove, poured the mix into a cup and headed into the living room where her magic books were. Reading the spell over, she decided it was time and she knew what she was doing. Lindsey would be home any minute and she knew she had just enough time for the spell to work and for her to get changed; she had everything picked out and waiting.
Tucking her hair behind her ear - a nervous human habit she never rid herself of - she leaned over the book and started to read the words of the spell, chanting softly before pausing to drink down the vile tasting liquid. As soon as she swallowed, it felt like white-hot fire in her veins. She struggled to keep reading the spell even as the room went dark.
Her vision was blurry and all she knew was that she hurt - not the kind she loved either - it reminded her of that time the curtains fell in their bedroom one morning, burning her arm so badly the skin was black. Moving slowly, she glanced up and noticed that more than an hour had past since she started the spell, making her realized that she had either passed out or the spell had put her to sleep.
Moaning she curled herself up in the corner, holding her legs to her chest and taking slow breaths as she tried to work through what was happening. Keeping her wits about her, she kept chanting the end incantation to the spell, knowing she had to for it to work or all her research would be for nothing.
There was a slow and steady noise that filled the room, Tara sat up as the pain subsided, and she looked around, not seeing or smelling anyone, not even Lindsey.
“Strange.” Tara stood slowly, feeling parts of her body ache that hadn’t before, her mind still dazed and dull from the pain of the spell. She paused when she realized what that noise was. “My heart. I have a heartbeat…” she murmured, mystified by the now unfamiliar sound.
Covering her chest with her hand, she just stood there in awe, tapping her skin to the beat of it and realizing that although she loved who she was now, she did miss at times being alive. She missed her heart beating and she knew she couldn’t wait until Lindsey got home.
Just the thought of him made her heart start to race, a crooked smile crossing her lips and without another moments pause she hurried into the bedroom to get changed and ready, stopping on the way to the bedroom to put a small note on the door for her lover when he returned.
Listening to the music of her heartbeat, Tara hurried around the bedroom, slipping on the outfit she’d kept from a sweet girl they ate years ago. Soon she was dressed in a short catholic school-girl skirt and a pretty white shirt; no panties but a plain white bra with a tiny bow on the front.
Tara looked down at herself and grinned at the image she knew she made. She looked sweet and virginal, her skin warm with magically borrowed life and her heartbeat from her spell. Tara licked her lips and headed over towards her vanity to brush out her hair.
She chose to leave it down, letting it fall over her back and shoulders. She hadn’t cut it in years and it now hung in waves past her hips, the honey blonde strands catching in the moonlight.
As if on cue she heard the door to the apartment open, Lindsey’s scent getting stronger as she felt him come closer to the bedroom. “Tara?” He peeked into the bedroom and held up the note she had left on the door. “What’s this about?”
Licking her lips, Tara smiled, moving closer to him and watching as he tipped his head to the side, a slow grin forming on his lips. “Tonight is the anniversary of the day I turned you, my sweet boy.” She ran her fingers over the bite on his neck that turned him, cementing him as hers until they both lay in ash. “Can’t you hear it… feel it…?”
Slowly, Lindsey moved his hand up her side and covered her chest with his hand, a low growl in his throat when he realized what was going on. “You’re warm… and your heart…”
“It’s just for tonight. Tonight I’m going to give you the one thing I know you’ve always wanted…” Standing on her toes, she kissed him softly, feeling his fingers moving over her body and trying to feel as much of her warm skin as he could. “…to be your prey.” Keeping her face close to his, she bit her lip and whimpered softly. “I know you want it… want me. I know what you crave. You are my boy, after all.”
He growled and gripped onto her painfully, his eyes sparkling when he heard her heartbeat pick up and before she knew it she was pressed hard against the wall, her hands above her head and his lips on hers roughly.
Tara gasped and pulled away, startled by the old feeling of needing to breathe. She felt his lips trail down her neck and she arched to him when he nipped over her skin. “P-please,” she whispered, getting into their game and feeling Lindsey’s cock harden against her. “Please let me go, d-don’t hurt me…” She knew that’s exactly what wouldn’t do.
Lindsey pulled back from her and gripped her neck, his face shifting and turning to reveal the monster he really was, his twisted and sadistic side that Tara knew all too well. “No. I plan on hurting you, pretty girl. I know you’ll like it too… I can smell you.” He grabbed her thigh and parted her legs, slipping his hand under her skirt, his finger slipping deeper till she gasped, trying to get away again. “The more you pull away… the rougher I’m gonna get.” He made a point with his words by grabbing her ass hard - more than enough to bruise - and pull her tightly to his body.
Biting her lip she closed her eyes, finding it easy to play-cry for the act. Her eyes opened when she felt his tongue against her face, licking her tears and she shook her head, trying to fight him off still. “No more, please…” Thrashing hard against him she whimpered, crying out when he backhanded her across the face and carried her to the bed, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Please, Mister. No…”
Her eyes looked up at him when he tossed her on the bed, laying his body over hers before she got the chance to move away. He pressed himself hard against her, keeping her firmly against the satin sheets of their bed. “Such a pretty girl… what’s your name?”
“T-Tara…”
Groaning, he buried his face in her neck, kissing her skin in a low trail up to her ear, still amazed at how she felt now that she was warm. “Such a pretty name, Tara. I’m Lindsey. You can call me Sir or better yet… Master.” She could feel the muscles in his face move as he grinned, his fangs nicking her skin just enough to scratch. “Anything you want, I’ll give you tonight. Everything I want… I’m taking.” She struggled, feeling her thighs get wet from this game they were playing. “The more you struggle, the more I’ll want; you better think twice, I might want something you really don’t want to give a big bad man like me…”
She cried, tears running down her cheeks and he licked the salt from her face, her body shivering under him as he sat up - straddling her stomach - and ran his hands over her white shirt. “So pretty, virginal.” He grinned and licked his fangs. “Have you ever been with a man, Tara?” Biting her lip she shook her head, trying not to move her hips up to his. “You won’t be saying that for long…”
Lindsey made quick movements to pull the leather restraints from the foot of the bed, tying Tara’s legs firmly in place on either side of the bed, leaving her open and exposed to him. But best of all, she was helpless. “No… please stop,” Tara pleaded, fully into their game and loving how the lust poured off of him, pleasing her that her boy loved what she was giving him.
“That wasn’t part of my plan, darlin’.” Running his hands up her sides, he laid over her again, a small grin on his face, his hands trailing over her chest, still in awe of her beating heart and the warmth of her skin. “Feel free to fight, I’m not tying your hands.” His grin became wider, leaning in and running his tongue over her neck. “I love when a pretty girl fights under me…” he said in a heated whisper.
Tara whimpered, biting her lip and trying with desperate effort to keep the game going even as Lindsey slipped his hand under her shirt. She swallowed hard and felt her heartbeat speed up when he ripped her shirt open, shreds of it hanging from her body till he ripped it clean off, leaving her in just the skirt and bra.
“Such an innocent little thing…” His voice was thick in her ear, her breathing hard as he made sure to press his body against hers. “Tell me, Tara, why were you out so late? Goin’ to see a boyfriend of yours?” Pulling back, Lindsey grinned at her. “Were you gonna let him slip his fingers here…” He slipped his fingers under her skirt again, dragging his nails roughly over her thighs before moving up to tease her wetness. “It’s hard to believe a pretty little thing like you being so innocent, but you smell it. So sweet… not gonna last long. I wanna make you mine, pretty girl. Will you let me?” Tara shook her head, struggling and trying to pull her legs free from the straps. “C’mon pretty girl, let me show you what you’ve been missing… I promise to make it good…”
She shook her head, biting her lip hard and trying not to arch up to his fingers, silently begging him for more. She knew she could act innocent and sweet, but he could smell the lust pouring off of her, proving how much she wanted him and how much she was enjoying this game of theirs.
“Cat got your tongue, huh?” Lindsey smirked and sat up on the bed, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor, the dim light from the moon pouring over his skin and making his pale skin almost glow in the darkness, the dark inked tattoos that he wore on his flesh standing out even more in the light. Tara’s fingers ached to move across them like she had done so many times before, loving how the energy crackled under her fingers. “I’ve ways, don’t you worry…”
Tara arched her back and kept quiet, watching and gripping onto the sheets tightly when she saw him pick up a thin silver chain, each end held clamps with black tips that were set on nearly the tightest setting. He grinned down at her, knowing they were her favorite.
“Please.” Her words were ignored as he laid over her, his full weight on her and his cool lips trailing over her skin and leaving a trail behind, Lindsey moved his hands over her skin, smoothing down her shoulders and pulling the strap of her bra with it.
“Pretty girl, you taste so sweet…” He trailed kisses down her collarbone and over the swell of her left breast. Lindsey slipped the strap down further, her breast peeking out from the silk-like material.
With a low growl, Lindsey gently brushed his tongue over her flesh, tracing the curve of her breast as he pulled the innocent looking bra away from her body. He could feel her shaking under him, knowing that she wanted him and that only made him hotter. She always wanted him, he was lucky in that respect to have her as his sire and that he didn’t find himself abandoned when she got tired of him.
Lindsey sat up and looked down at her for a moment, wondered how he got so lucky. They’d been together for over fifty years, neither of them looking much older than twenty-five. They’d had their fights and some were knock-down drag-outs, but they always ended up together. They were like magnets, unable to stay apart for long, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was addicted to her, as she was him.
Now he watched as she lay out before him, her hair fanning out on the bed under her like a deceiving halo, her short little ‘good girl’ skirt riding up on her thighs. He loved the way she gripped the sheets, desperate to keep this game going almost as much as she wanted him. She looked so sweet in that white cotton bra, half pulled away from her breasts, not on her still but not completely off of her.
Reaching down he brushed his fingers over the edge of her bra, a grin crossing his lips as his fingers brushed along her hardened nipple. Lindsey bent down and ran his tongue lightly over it, loving how she moaned under him and tried to fight it. She was always more sensitive with that one then the other, ever since Lindsey removed the ring that Spike had put there. He had made sure, once he was turned, to rid her of all reminders of her sire, wanting her for his own and nobody else.
It wasn’t like she complained either; she took everything he gave her willingly and always begged for more.
But this - what she did for him tonight - was something he never dreamed that she’d give him. It was the one thing he never had from her and here she was, laid out on the bed dressed up like some innocent meal, her heart pounding in her chest as she allowed him to do whatever he wanted…
The urge to break their game and confess his love for her was strong. As if she knew, Tara struggled more, whimpering and trying to get away, only to have Lindsey’s teeth bite against her nipple, not breaking the skin but enough to get her attention. He continued to tease and torment her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples, getting them hard and making her ache with desire.
“Do you like that?” He sat up and grinned, picking up the clamps again and watching her pupils dilate. “You’ll love this.” He finally pulled her bra off the rest of the way, leaving her still bound with nothing but her skirt on. “I’ll make you like it…” Pinching her nipples hard with his fingers, he watched the look on her face, starting off scared and ending in lust before she cried out in pain, arching her back up till he let go.
Her reprieve didn’t last for long as he reached down and cupped her breast, making quick movements and clipping the first clamp to her right nipple, loving the sweet cries she made, her body shaking by the time he put on the second one. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, his voice low as he pulled the chain to the clamps. “Sweet whore.” Giving them another firm tug, this time hard enough to lift her off the bed, he grinned sadistically. “My whore.”
Tara’s eyes were closed and she kept shaking slightly on the bed, biting her lip and hoping he would stop his teasing soon. Her voice was soft as she pleaded and begged him to stop, knowing he wouldn’t and not wanting him to either. “No more… stop, l-let me go…”
“No,” he growled, licking his fangs and kissing his way down her body. He knew that she’d be so easy to wind up right now that he couldn’t help it; he ached to see her panting and gasping as she came. All he knew was that he couldn’t get enough of her and her warmth. The beating of her heart was something he found himself amazed at, he loved doing things to her just to hear it pound harder, knowing that it was only for him. “I have plans for you…”
He kissed his way over her stomach, nipping just enough to break skin so he could lap up her warmth. Tara’s eyes shot back open when she felt his lips against her hip bone, his tongue trailing down lower, nipping at her thighs till her eyes rolled back and she covered her face with a pillow to keep from moaning.
Nipping her thighs again, Lindsey curled his arms around her thighs, pinning her down to the bed. “I can smell you, you deny it, but I know you want me.” His voice was a soft purr against her skin, making her shudder and try to tighten her thighs again. “Don’t fight it… just feel.” Tara started to protest again but stopped, burying her face in the pillow when Lindsey kissed his way up her thighs, nipping at her wet folds. She arched up and felt him press his tongue against her, teasing and taunting her with slow licks, making sure his tongue didn’t touch her where she needed it.
Lindsey’s nails dug into her thighs, holding her down as she thrashed on the bed, his skilled tongue doing exactly what she wanted him to do. Being together this long he learned just what she loved and he knew just how to tease her. She panted above him, gripping the sheets so tight that her nails dug and tore through them. “Oh g…” Tara’s words were cut off when Lindsey reached up and tugged on the chain to the clamps, her body shaking under him.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt him finally push his tongue inside her, her body automatically tightening around his tongue and begging for more. With languid strokes he slipped his tongue up to her clit, sucking and nipping gently, his fangs nicking her in all her sensitive spots. Lindsey lapped up her blood mixed with her wetness as he felt her thighs start to shake. “Don’t fight it.” He whispered, the vibrations of his voice going straight to her. “I know you want to come for me, pretty girl…”
Tara’s body arched when he slipped his fingers inside her, his fangs nicking at her clit again. Panting she squirmed on the bed as best she could, whimpering and feeling herself come as he continued to move his tongue over her faster.
Just when she thought that he was done, he gripped her thigh roughly and held her tightly as he sank his fangs into her upper thigh. The pain from his bite and the pleasure from his fingers made her cry out again, moaning and panting into the pillow as she rode out her second orgasm and knowing that it was far from her last. That was one of the things about Lindsey; no matter what game they were playing he was never a selfish lover. He always told her he loved watching her come too much for him to deny her that.
Tara’s heart was racing and her breathing was rapid and labored, she blinked a few times and looked up to see him looking down at her, his fangs and lips covered in her. He made a slow show of licking his lips and fangs clean before leaning down and kissing her.
She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. Her body ached and she wished for once that she wasn’t so stubborn so she could give in and just beg him to take her. But she was stubborn, very much so, and she wanted to make her boy happy. The look on his face and the feel of him pressing against her proved that he was.
“If you didn’t want it, then why were you so wet and hot for me, little girl? Hmm? Tara, c’mon, tell me you want it. I promise it won’t hurt… much.” He pressed his hips against hers, making sure she felt every inch of his hard body against her skin; all she could do was shiver as she closed her eyes. “Don’t deny it anymore. You can’t. You’re mine now, I marked you.” His hand moved down and ran over the imprints his fangs left. He watched as she hissed softly, arching and trying to writhe away from his touch. “What did I say about fighting me?”
She swallowed and her eyes were wide. “Please. No more.” Her pleas were only half-hearted and she watched with lust-filled eyes as Lindsey got off the bed and stripped himself of his boots, then his jeans, leaving himself naked to her. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes wandered over his body, loving how the shadows made his body look even more defined. Her eyes settled on his cock, watching as if in a trance as he teasingly ran his hand over himself, stroking a few times before climbing back onto the bed.
Lindsey grinned down at her, his hand moving over his cock as he watched her, his eyes raking over her body before he lay down beside her again. “You’re shaking, sweetheart Cold?” His hand ran over her sides, slipping up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her clamped nipple. “You feel warm to me. I bet I can make you hot…”
With his body pressed against her, he started kissing her neck, nipping and licking her skin, growling when he felt her pulse pounding against his lips. The urge to sink his fangs into his wicked girl was strong but he resisted, knowing it would be worth it in the end.
He rocked his hips against her bound body, kissing up her neck and nibbling her ear as his hands ran over her smooth skin. “You feel so good… can you feel what you do to me? I know you can, baby.” Pulling back he sat up between her thighs, his cock painfully hard as he watched her squirm. Without words he moved his way up her body, his cock leaving a slick trail everywhere he touched her skin.
“C’mon, open up…” He stroked her cheek with one hand, his cock held firmly in the other. “Don’t make me…” Letting his threat hang in the air, he pulled the chain to the clamps again, causing Tara to arch up and part her lips. He took that chance and slipped into her mouth, loving the look in her eyes as she accepted him. That look of fear, but underneath there was pure lust and unconditional love.
“Good girl.” She panted under him, accepting what he gave her and putting up a minimal fight as he threaded his fingers in her hair, pushing his way further into her mouth, feeling her throat contract around him. “Fuck, such a hot mouth…” Lindsey’s cock throbbed as he kept his eyes on Tara, watching them water as her throat contracted around him. He knew he should pull back, and if she was really human he would, but he found himself pushing deeper, making her take more as he felt her tongue move over him.
She gagged and choked hard, but his hips moved and he pushed himself deeper inside her hot and willing mouth. He groaned and stopped pushing when he felt his balls pressing against her face, his eyes glazed over as she struggled hard beneath him, her legs still bound as she tried to breathe.
The muscles in his thighs started to jerk and he felt his balls tighten, fisting her hair tighter in his fingers he came hard. He felt his cock swell and throb against the muscles of her throat, looking down into her tear-filled eyes as she contracted around him, swallowing everything he gave her.
After one final jerk of his hips, he pulled his cock free from her lips, leaving a sticky trail across her cheek as he pulled away from her. “God, Tara girl…” Tara watched as he moved back down to lay beside her, his lips moved up to hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue.
Tara moaned against his lips, pulling back when she felt herself gasping for air. “You cry so pretty,” he murmured, licking the tear tracks that ran down her face. “I love it when you cry.” Lindsey shifted his body over hers and kissed her shoulder lightly, reaching down and pulling the chain to the clamps and making Tara’s body arch up till she was leaning on her elbows, desperately trying to pull the clamps off. “See, now I thought you were being so good that I wasn’t gonna have to punish you…” He let go of the chain and she fell back on the bed, sobbing softly and moving to pull the clamps off. Lindsey smacked her hands away and shook his head. “I’m going to have to punish you now, sweet Tara.” His eyes grew dark and he moved his hands over her thighs. “You’re not gonna like this…”
With the grace and skill that Tara had taught him, he quickly untied her ankles from the bed before tying her hands above her head using her previously discarded bra. He grinned at her and ran his hands over her body, feeling every bit of warm skin he could. Slowly he turned her over till she was lying on her stomach, her hands tied together above her, leaving her as helpless as she wanted under him.
Tara turned her head to the side, trying to look over to see what Lindsey was doing; she felt the absence of his weight on the bed and watched as he headed to the closet. Burying her face into the satin sheets she swallowed a moan, knowing what he was up to.
Lindsey returned a few moments later, the smell of leather filling her senses the closer he got. “If you keep quiet, maybe I’ll stop.” His voice was dangerously low and Tara shuddered, picking up the act again and trying to squirm away from him. Lindsey rewarded her effort with a quick flick of his wrist, the whip coming down on the curve of her ass causing her to cry out.
He knelt behind her on the bed, running his fingers over the welt as it formed, turning pink and angry. It was a sight he only saw on the few-and-far-between victims they brought home for play. He leaned in and ran his cool tongue over the mark, watching as she moved away, whimpering at the sting. “You’re going to look so pretty in welts.”
She whimpered and felt Lindsey pull up from the bed, standing next to it as he ran his hands over the whip, a loving and sadistic smile on his lips. “Remember what I said about being quiet… although I won’t mind if you give me a reason to hurt you more.” As soon as he finished speaking she felt the sharp sting of the whip against her lower back.
With steady movements Lindsey brought down the whip numerous times against Tara’s back and ass. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and moaning, feeling the heat grow between her thighs as the ache for him grew even more. She rotated her wrists in her binds, gripping onto the sheet as the scent of her blood filled the room. She could feel small cuts and welts break out over her back and thighs, each movement of the whip got harder and more intense.
When Lindsey finally stopped, she’d lost count after sixty or so, and she started to squirm away from him, feeling the handle of the whip pressing between her thighs. He slowly started to move it over her, pressing and teasing her slit until she thought she was going to lose her mind.
Moving the whip away he slipped his fingers between her thighs, growling when she quickly covered his fingers. “God, Tara.” He quickly brought down the whip over her back, hearing her cry out and arch on the bed.
Licking his fangs he dropped the whip and licked his fingers clean, climbing onto the bed he laid over her, pressing himself hard against her welted body. “I want you… I can’t keep playin’ this game, baby…”
Tara gasped under him, feeling every bit of bruised and broken skin burn with his weight. “Sir…” He growled and dragged his fangs over her shoulder, scraping up to her neck, his hands moving up her arms and pinning them down. “Lindsey,” she gasped finally, knowing that they were both too far gone to keep the game going.
“Want you,” he murmured simply against her neck, moving his hips until the tip of his cock pressed against her. “Beg me.” He smirked, licking her skin lightly, knowing that she was just as ready as him and he could easily get her to beg.
“Lindsey, please.” Tara squirmed on the bed, his body pressed hard against her body and keeping her trapped, the chain for the clamps pulling on her nipples roughly and making her whimper with each movement. “I want you, so bad. Please, baby.” A small smile turned her lips as she looked over her shoulder at him, knowing that the warmth of her body was driving him crazy. “Bite me…”
Lindsey’s fingers dug painfully hard into Tara’s arms, pinning her roughly to the bed as he rotated his hips and slipped inside her in one smooth motion. They both moaned, feeling her tighten around him as he started to move inside her. “Fuck.” With a subtle movement she bared her neck to him, wanting to feel him inside her in every way possible. “Soon, baby.”
His voice was a low purr in her ear and she found herself arching back and moaning each time he pushed into her. Lindsey’s cock throbbed as he pushed deeper into her heat, still amazed at how warm she was. Tara was always so giving and willing to him; it only made him ache for her more.
Tara’s hands were still tied above her head, leaving her bruised body helpless under him, just the way she loved it. She felt his weight pulled off of her as he sat up, grabbing her thighs and pushing as deep and hard into her as he could go, his balls tightening when she cried out.
Thrusting into her again, he reached out to pull her up to him, wrapping his arm around her waist he pressed her welted back and ass against him. “Oh god,” she gasped, her eyes widened at the intensity. “Lindsey.” She was panting and gasping, tightening around his cock as he moved inside her.
Lindsey reached up and brushed Tara’s hair off her neck, feeling the silk strands slip through his fingers. “So beautiful.” His voice was cool against her hot skin and he teasingly scraped his fangs against her pulse point. “Gonna make you mine.” His arm wrapped tighter around her waist, his thumb hooking through the chain and pulling, his other hand fisted tight in her hair as he sank his fangs into her deeply.
She shook against him, tightening and coming instantly as he drank from her neck, the clamps pulling hard on her nipples and every nerve in her body was raw and alive. Tara gasped, feeling his fangs slip from her neck, his tongue running over the wound he made, his hips thrusting a few more times before he came hard inside her.
Drained and sedated, Lindsey fell back on the bed, pulling Tara tightly against his body, his hand moving slowly over her heated flesh, slowly lapping at the wound he made. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to get you…” he mused, reaching up and untying her hands, turning her body around to his. “You’re a goddess. My dark, wicked goddess.”
Tara smiled at him, feeling light-headed from the spell and from the loss of blood. “Love you too, baby.” She hissed and moaned, watching as he pulled the clamps off lightly, dipping his face down and soothing them with his tongue. “Mmmm.” She bit her lip and arched to his fingers.
“Now let’s see about getting you cleaned up.” Lindsey smirked, his face changing back to his human guise, moving up her body and kissing her lips softly, his hands running over her sides.
“Good boy. Use your tongue,” she purred, her eyes closing as he happily complied.
Chapter: Insatiable Desires
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: VampTara/VampLindsey
Prompt: 6 - Lust
Big Damn Table: [ Here]
Word Count: 6151
Rating: NC- 17
Beta: strangecreature, whom I’m forever indebted to
Disclaimer: I don’t own them - I wish I did - Joss is apparently god. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and your entertainment.
Author's Notes: Wow, this is longer than I planned…oops. Then again one can never have too much smut… Megan and I both agree that this chapter should come with batteries and a 'do not disturb' sign.
Insatiable Desires
Tara read over the book again, making sure she had read the spell the right way. The last thing she wanted was it to backfire and get hurt.
For three months, she had been planning this, plotting and wanting nothing more than to surprise and tease her beautiful boy. She knew that he loved her, but knew that he had moments of restlessness that she was sure were almost maddening for him. As his sire she would do anything to please him.
Even if that included making herself a pretty little victim for the night, giving him the warmth that Tara knew he longed to feel come off her body; he always wondered how she felt before she was turned, when she was warm.
It was now or never, tonight was the anniversary of the day she sired him almost a lifetime ago - fifty years to be exact - and she was going to make it a night to remember. She was his sire and it was her right to treat him as a king for a day.
Tara had kicked him out of their apartment just as the sun set, telling him to go and hunt, to feed well because she had plans. He knew better than to question her; the look he saw in her eyes told him that whatever she was up to, he wouldn’t regret obeying her now.
Looking around, she tried to remember where she had hid all of the ingredients for the spell; Lindsey was always curious by nature and would have found out what she was doing far too easily. After gathering up what she needed, Tara headed into their never-used kitchen and set to work on the potion.
Adding in the mandrake, she wondered if she could actually pull it off. She had never tried it before and worried that it would go wrong and hurt her, or worse - Lindsey. Humming softly, she carefully mixed in everything she needed and let it cool. It felt almost like home to her, she never realized how much she missed working magic with her fingers. The length of time that had passed since she had cast her last spell dawned on her and she couldn’t believe that it had been nearly twenty years.
Her last spell had left a sour taste in her mouth. It was something that she never thought she’d have to do - or that she had ever wanted to do. But when she ran into Spike lurking one night outside a club she knew that she had to. For all of their sakes. So with a heavy heart she kissed him softly and cast a memory spell on him, just enough for him to forget about her so he could move back to LA and move on with his life, try to live as a creature of the night and not a lovesick vampire whose actions were going to get him nothing but staked at the rate he was going.
She didn’t realize the impact that the spell would have on her, the weight of what she did eating at her. Tara thought when she lost her soul that she wouldn’t have feelings like these, but she did. She felt so much regret and guilt for doing that to Spike.
Tara remembered what it was like being human. She remembered how he treated her when things were good and… it was so hard for her to accept the fact that she did that to him, that she had to do it to him.
After taking to her bed for three day’s - worrying Lindsey into a near fit - she finally accepted what she did. Knowing it was for the best and moving on.
She hadn’t done magick since that day and she couldn’t believe that it was that long ago. There were times when it all felt so fresh in her mind, but that was the past and Lindsey was her now and her future.
Finishing up the potion, Tara turned off the stove, poured the mix into a cup and headed into the living room where her magic books were. Reading the spell over, she decided it was time and she knew what she was doing. Lindsey would be home any minute and she knew she had just enough time for the spell to work and for her to get changed; she had everything picked out and waiting.
Tucking her hair behind her ear - a nervous human habit she never rid herself of - she leaned over the book and started to read the words of the spell, chanting softly before pausing to drink down the vile tasting liquid. As soon as she swallowed, it felt like white-hot fire in her veins. She struggled to keep reading the spell even as the room went dark.
Her vision was blurry and all she knew was that she hurt - not the kind she loved either - it reminded her of that time the curtains fell in their bedroom one morning, burning her arm so badly the skin was black. Moving slowly, she glanced up and noticed that more than an hour had past since she started the spell, making her realized that she had either passed out or the spell had put her to sleep.
Moaning she curled herself up in the corner, holding her legs to her chest and taking slow breaths as she tried to work through what was happening. Keeping her wits about her, she kept chanting the end incantation to the spell, knowing she had to for it to work or all her research would be for nothing.
There was a slow and steady noise that filled the room, Tara sat up as the pain subsided, and she looked around, not seeing or smelling anyone, not even Lindsey.
“Strange.” Tara stood slowly, feeling parts of her body ache that hadn’t before, her mind still dazed and dull from the pain of the spell. She paused when she realized what that noise was. “My heart. I have a heartbeat…” she murmured, mystified by the now unfamiliar sound.
Covering her chest with her hand, she just stood there in awe, tapping her skin to the beat of it and realizing that although she loved who she was now, she did miss at times being alive. She missed her heart beating and she knew she couldn’t wait until Lindsey got home.
Just the thought of him made her heart start to race, a crooked smile crossing her lips and without another moments pause she hurried into the bedroom to get changed and ready, stopping on the way to the bedroom to put a small note on the door for her lover when he returned.
Listening to the music of her heartbeat, Tara hurried around the bedroom, slipping on the outfit she’d kept from a sweet girl they ate years ago. Soon she was dressed in a short catholic school-girl skirt and a pretty white shirt; no panties but a plain white bra with a tiny bow on the front.
Tara looked down at herself and grinned at the image she knew she made. She looked sweet and virginal, her skin warm with magically borrowed life and her heartbeat from her spell. Tara licked her lips and headed over towards her vanity to brush out her hair.
She chose to leave it down, letting it fall over her back and shoulders. She hadn’t cut it in years and it now hung in waves past her hips, the honey blonde strands catching in the moonlight.
As if on cue she heard the door to the apartment open, Lindsey’s scent getting stronger as she felt him come closer to the bedroom. “Tara?” He peeked into the bedroom and held up the note she had left on the door. “What’s this about?”
Licking her lips, Tara smiled, moving closer to him and watching as he tipped his head to the side, a slow grin forming on his lips. “Tonight is the anniversary of the day I turned you, my sweet boy.” She ran her fingers over the bite on his neck that turned him, cementing him as hers until they both lay in ash. “Can’t you hear it… feel it…?”
Slowly, Lindsey moved his hand up her side and covered her chest with his hand, a low growl in his throat when he realized what was going on. “You’re warm… and your heart…”
“It’s just for tonight. Tonight I’m going to give you the one thing I know you’ve always wanted…” Standing on her toes, she kissed him softly, feeling his fingers moving over her body and trying to feel as much of her warm skin as he could. “…to be your prey.” Keeping her face close to his, she bit her lip and whimpered softly. “I know you want it… want me. I know what you crave. You are my boy, after all.”
He growled and gripped onto her painfully, his eyes sparkling when he heard her heartbeat pick up and before she knew it she was pressed hard against the wall, her hands above her head and his lips on hers roughly.
Tara gasped and pulled away, startled by the old feeling of needing to breathe. She felt his lips trail down her neck and she arched to him when he nipped over her skin. “P-please,” she whispered, getting into their game and feeling Lindsey’s cock harden against her. “Please let me go, d-don’t hurt me…” She knew that’s exactly what wouldn’t do.
Lindsey pulled back from her and gripped her neck, his face shifting and turning to reveal the monster he really was, his twisted and sadistic side that Tara knew all too well. “No. I plan on hurting you, pretty girl. I know you’ll like it too… I can smell you.” He grabbed her thigh and parted her legs, slipping his hand under her skirt, his finger slipping deeper till she gasped, trying to get away again. “The more you pull away… the rougher I’m gonna get.” He made a point with his words by grabbing her ass hard - more than enough to bruise - and pull her tightly to his body.
Biting her lip she closed her eyes, finding it easy to play-cry for the act. Her eyes opened when she felt his tongue against her face, licking her tears and she shook her head, trying to fight him off still. “No more, please…” Thrashing hard against him she whimpered, crying out when he backhanded her across the face and carried her to the bed, tossing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “Please, Mister. No…”
Her eyes looked up at him when he tossed her on the bed, laying his body over hers before she got the chance to move away. He pressed himself hard against her, keeping her firmly against the satin sheets of their bed. “Such a pretty girl… what’s your name?”
“T-Tara…”
Groaning, he buried his face in her neck, kissing her skin in a low trail up to her ear, still amazed at how she felt now that she was warm. “Such a pretty name, Tara. I’m Lindsey. You can call me Sir or better yet… Master.” She could feel the muscles in his face move as he grinned, his fangs nicking her skin just enough to scratch. “Anything you want, I’ll give you tonight. Everything I want… I’m taking.” She struggled, feeling her thighs get wet from this game they were playing. “The more you struggle, the more I’ll want; you better think twice, I might want something you really don’t want to give a big bad man like me…”
She cried, tears running down her cheeks and he licked the salt from her face, her body shivering under him as he sat up - straddling her stomach - and ran his hands over her white shirt. “So pretty, virginal.” He grinned and licked his fangs. “Have you ever been with a man, Tara?” Biting her lip she shook her head, trying not to move her hips up to his. “You won’t be saying that for long…”
Lindsey made quick movements to pull the leather restraints from the foot of the bed, tying Tara’s legs firmly in place on either side of the bed, leaving her open and exposed to him. But best of all, she was helpless. “No… please stop,” Tara pleaded, fully into their game and loving how the lust poured off of him, pleasing her that her boy loved what she was giving him.
“That wasn’t part of my plan, darlin’.” Running his hands up her sides, he laid over her again, a small grin on his face, his hands trailing over her chest, still in awe of her beating heart and the warmth of her skin. “Feel free to fight, I’m not tying your hands.” His grin became wider, leaning in and running his tongue over her neck. “I love when a pretty girl fights under me…” he said in a heated whisper.
Tara whimpered, biting her lip and trying with desperate effort to keep the game going even as Lindsey slipped his hand under her shirt. She swallowed hard and felt her heartbeat speed up when he ripped her shirt open, shreds of it hanging from her body till he ripped it clean off, leaving her in just the skirt and bra.
“Such an innocent little thing…” His voice was thick in her ear, her breathing hard as he made sure to press his body against hers. “Tell me, Tara, why were you out so late? Goin’ to see a boyfriend of yours?” Pulling back, Lindsey grinned at her. “Were you gonna let him slip his fingers here…” He slipped his fingers under her skirt again, dragging his nails roughly over her thighs before moving up to tease her wetness. “It’s hard to believe a pretty little thing like you being so innocent, but you smell it. So sweet… not gonna last long. I wanna make you mine, pretty girl. Will you let me?” Tara shook her head, struggling and trying to pull her legs free from the straps. “C’mon pretty girl, let me show you what you’ve been missing… I promise to make it good…”
She shook her head, biting her lip hard and trying not to arch up to his fingers, silently begging him for more. She knew she could act innocent and sweet, but he could smell the lust pouring off of her, proving how much she wanted him and how much she was enjoying this game of theirs.
“Cat got your tongue, huh?” Lindsey smirked and sat up on the bed, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall to the floor, the dim light from the moon pouring over his skin and making his pale skin almost glow in the darkness, the dark inked tattoos that he wore on his flesh standing out even more in the light. Tara’s fingers ached to move across them like she had done so many times before, loving how the energy crackled under her fingers. “I’ve ways, don’t you worry…”
Tara arched her back and kept quiet, watching and gripping onto the sheets tightly when she saw him pick up a thin silver chain, each end held clamps with black tips that were set on nearly the tightest setting. He grinned down at her, knowing they were her favorite.
“Please.” Her words were ignored as he laid over her, his full weight on her and his cool lips trailing over her skin and leaving a trail behind, Lindsey moved his hands over her skin, smoothing down her shoulders and pulling the strap of her bra with it.
“Pretty girl, you taste so sweet…” He trailed kisses down her collarbone and over the swell of her left breast. Lindsey slipped the strap down further, her breast peeking out from the silk-like material.
With a low growl, Lindsey gently brushed his tongue over her flesh, tracing the curve of her breast as he pulled the innocent looking bra away from her body. He could feel her shaking under him, knowing that she wanted him and that only made him hotter. She always wanted him, he was lucky in that respect to have her as his sire and that he didn’t find himself abandoned when she got tired of him.
Lindsey sat up and looked down at her for a moment, wondered how he got so lucky. They’d been together for over fifty years, neither of them looking much older than twenty-five. They’d had their fights and some were knock-down drag-outs, but they always ended up together. They were like magnets, unable to stay apart for long, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. He was addicted to her, as she was him.
Now he watched as she lay out before him, her hair fanning out on the bed under her like a deceiving halo, her short little ‘good girl’ skirt riding up on her thighs. He loved the way she gripped the sheets, desperate to keep this game going almost as much as she wanted him. She looked so sweet in that white cotton bra, half pulled away from her breasts, not on her still but not completely off of her.
Reaching down he brushed his fingers over the edge of her bra, a grin crossing his lips as his fingers brushed along her hardened nipple. Lindsey bent down and ran his tongue lightly over it, loving how she moaned under him and tried to fight it. She was always more sensitive with that one then the other, ever since Lindsey removed the ring that Spike had put there. He had made sure, once he was turned, to rid her of all reminders of her sire, wanting her for his own and nobody else.
It wasn’t like she complained either; she took everything he gave her willingly and always begged for more.
But this - what she did for him tonight - was something he never dreamed that she’d give him. It was the one thing he never had from her and here she was, laid out on the bed dressed up like some innocent meal, her heart pounding in her chest as she allowed him to do whatever he wanted…
The urge to break their game and confess his love for her was strong. As if she knew, Tara struggled more, whimpering and trying to get away, only to have Lindsey’s teeth bite against her nipple, not breaking the skin but enough to get her attention. He continued to tease and torment her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples, getting them hard and making her ache with desire.
“Do you like that?” He sat up and grinned, picking up the clamps again and watching her pupils dilate. “You’ll love this.” He finally pulled her bra off the rest of the way, leaving her still bound with nothing but her skirt on. “I’ll make you like it…” Pinching her nipples hard with his fingers, he watched the look on her face, starting off scared and ending in lust before she cried out in pain, arching her back up till he let go.
Her reprieve didn’t last for long as he reached down and cupped her breast, making quick movements and clipping the first clamp to her right nipple, loving the sweet cries she made, her body shaking by the time he put on the second one. He leaned in and brushed his lips against hers, his voice low as he pulled the chain to the clamps. “Sweet whore.” Giving them another firm tug, this time hard enough to lift her off the bed, he grinned sadistically. “My whore.”
Tara’s eyes were closed and she kept shaking slightly on the bed, biting her lip and hoping he would stop his teasing soon. Her voice was soft as she pleaded and begged him to stop, knowing he wouldn’t and not wanting him to either. “No more… stop, l-let me go…”
“No,” he growled, licking his fangs and kissing his way down her body. He knew that she’d be so easy to wind up right now that he couldn’t help it; he ached to see her panting and gasping as she came. All he knew was that he couldn’t get enough of her and her warmth. The beating of her heart was something he found himself amazed at, he loved doing things to her just to hear it pound harder, knowing that it was only for him. “I have plans for you…”
He kissed his way over her stomach, nipping just enough to break skin so he could lap up her warmth. Tara’s eyes shot back open when she felt his lips against her hip bone, his tongue trailing down lower, nipping at her thighs till her eyes rolled back and she covered her face with a pillow to keep from moaning.
Nipping her thighs again, Lindsey curled his arms around her thighs, pinning her down to the bed. “I can smell you, you deny it, but I know you want me.” His voice was a soft purr against her skin, making her shudder and try to tighten her thighs again. “Don’t fight it… just feel.” Tara started to protest again but stopped, burying her face in the pillow when Lindsey kissed his way up her thighs, nipping at her wet folds. She arched up and felt him press his tongue against her, teasing and taunting her with slow licks, making sure his tongue didn’t touch her where she needed it.
Lindsey’s nails dug into her thighs, holding her down as she thrashed on the bed, his skilled tongue doing exactly what she wanted him to do. Being together this long he learned just what she loved and he knew just how to tease her. She panted above him, gripping the sheets so tight that her nails dug and tore through them. “Oh g…” Tara’s words were cut off when Lindsey reached up and tugged on the chain to the clamps, her body shaking under him.
Her eyes snapped open when she felt him finally push his tongue inside her, her body automatically tightening around his tongue and begging for more. With languid strokes he slipped his tongue up to her clit, sucking and nipping gently, his fangs nicking her in all her sensitive spots. Lindsey lapped up her blood mixed with her wetness as he felt her thighs start to shake. “Don’t fight it.” He whispered, the vibrations of his voice going straight to her. “I know you want to come for me, pretty girl…”
Tara’s body arched when he slipped his fingers inside her, his fangs nicking at her clit again. Panting she squirmed on the bed as best she could, whimpering and feeling herself come as he continued to move his tongue over her faster.
Just when she thought that he was done, he gripped her thigh roughly and held her tightly as he sank his fangs into her upper thigh. The pain from his bite and the pleasure from his fingers made her cry out again, moaning and panting into the pillow as she rode out her second orgasm and knowing that it was far from her last. That was one of the things about Lindsey; no matter what game they were playing he was never a selfish lover. He always told her he loved watching her come too much for him to deny her that.
Tara’s heart was racing and her breathing was rapid and labored, she blinked a few times and looked up to see him looking down at her, his fangs and lips covered in her. He made a slow show of licking his lips and fangs clean before leaning down and kissing her.
She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. Her body ached and she wished for once that she wasn’t so stubborn so she could give in and just beg him to take her. But she was stubborn, very much so, and she wanted to make her boy happy. The look on his face and the feel of him pressing against her proved that he was.
“If you didn’t want it, then why were you so wet and hot for me, little girl? Hmm? Tara, c’mon, tell me you want it. I promise it won’t hurt… much.” He pressed his hips against hers, making sure she felt every inch of his hard body against her skin; all she could do was shiver as she closed her eyes. “Don’t deny it anymore. You can’t. You’re mine now, I marked you.” His hand moved down and ran over the imprints his fangs left. He watched as she hissed softly, arching and trying to writhe away from his touch. “What did I say about fighting me?”
She swallowed and her eyes were wide. “Please. No more.” Her pleas were only half-hearted and she watched with lust-filled eyes as Lindsey got off the bed and stripped himself of his boots, then his jeans, leaving himself naked to her. Her breath hitched in her throat as her eyes wandered over his body, loving how the shadows made his body look even more defined. Her eyes settled on his cock, watching as if in a trance as he teasingly ran his hand over himself, stroking a few times before climbing back onto the bed.
Lindsey grinned down at her, his hand moving over his cock as he watched her, his eyes raking over her body before he lay down beside her again. “You’re shaking, sweetheart Cold?” His hand ran over her sides, slipping up to cup her breast, his thumb flicking over her clamped nipple. “You feel warm to me. I bet I can make you hot…”
With his body pressed against her, he started kissing her neck, nipping and licking her skin, growling when he felt her pulse pounding against his lips. The urge to sink his fangs into his wicked girl was strong but he resisted, knowing it would be worth it in the end.
He rocked his hips against her bound body, kissing up her neck and nibbling her ear as his hands ran over her smooth skin. “You feel so good… can you feel what you do to me? I know you can, baby.” Pulling back he sat up between her thighs, his cock painfully hard as he watched her squirm. Without words he moved his way up her body, his cock leaving a slick trail everywhere he touched her skin.
“C’mon, open up…” He stroked her cheek with one hand, his cock held firmly in the other. “Don’t make me…” Letting his threat hang in the air, he pulled the chain to the clamps again, causing Tara to arch up and part her lips. He took that chance and slipped into her mouth, loving the look in her eyes as she accepted him. That look of fear, but underneath there was pure lust and unconditional love.
“Good girl.” She panted under him, accepting what he gave her and putting up a minimal fight as he threaded his fingers in her hair, pushing his way further into her mouth, feeling her throat contract around him. “Fuck, such a hot mouth…” Lindsey’s cock throbbed as he kept his eyes on Tara, watching them water as her throat contracted around him. He knew he should pull back, and if she was really human he would, but he found himself pushing deeper, making her take more as he felt her tongue move over him.
She gagged and choked hard, but his hips moved and he pushed himself deeper inside her hot and willing mouth. He groaned and stopped pushing when he felt his balls pressing against her face, his eyes glazed over as she struggled hard beneath him, her legs still bound as she tried to breathe.
The muscles in his thighs started to jerk and he felt his balls tighten, fisting her hair tighter in his fingers he came hard. He felt his cock swell and throb against the muscles of her throat, looking down into her tear-filled eyes as she contracted around him, swallowing everything he gave her.
After one final jerk of his hips, he pulled his cock free from her lips, leaving a sticky trail across her cheek as he pulled away from her. “God, Tara girl…” Tara watched as he moved back down to lay beside her, his lips moved up to hers and he kissed her deeply, his tongue delving into her mouth and tasting himself on her tongue.
Tara moaned against his lips, pulling back when she felt herself gasping for air. “You cry so pretty,” he murmured, licking the tear tracks that ran down her face. “I love it when you cry.” Lindsey shifted his body over hers and kissed her shoulder lightly, reaching down and pulling the chain to the clamps and making Tara’s body arch up till she was leaning on her elbows, desperately trying to pull the clamps off. “See, now I thought you were being so good that I wasn’t gonna have to punish you…” He let go of the chain and she fell back on the bed, sobbing softly and moving to pull the clamps off. Lindsey smacked her hands away and shook his head. “I’m going to have to punish you now, sweet Tara.” His eyes grew dark and he moved his hands over her thighs. “You’re not gonna like this…”
With the grace and skill that Tara had taught him, he quickly untied her ankles from the bed before tying her hands above her head using her previously discarded bra. He grinned at her and ran his hands over her body, feeling every bit of warm skin he could. Slowly he turned her over till she was lying on her stomach, her hands tied together above her, leaving her as helpless as she wanted under him.
Tara turned her head to the side, trying to look over to see what Lindsey was doing; she felt the absence of his weight on the bed and watched as he headed to the closet. Burying her face into the satin sheets she swallowed a moan, knowing what he was up to.
Lindsey returned a few moments later, the smell of leather filling her senses the closer he got. “If you keep quiet, maybe I’ll stop.” His voice was dangerously low and Tara shuddered, picking up the act again and trying to squirm away from him. Lindsey rewarded her effort with a quick flick of his wrist, the whip coming down on the curve of her ass causing her to cry out.
He knelt behind her on the bed, running his fingers over the welt as it formed, turning pink and angry. It was a sight he only saw on the few-and-far-between victims they brought home for play. He leaned in and ran his cool tongue over the mark, watching as she moved away, whimpering at the sting. “You’re going to look so pretty in welts.”
She whimpered and felt Lindsey pull up from the bed, standing next to it as he ran his hands over the whip, a loving and sadistic smile on his lips. “Remember what I said about being quiet… although I won’t mind if you give me a reason to hurt you more.” As soon as he finished speaking she felt the sharp sting of the whip against her lower back.
With steady movements Lindsey brought down the whip numerous times against Tara’s back and ass. She bit her lip to keep from crying out and moaning, feeling the heat grow between her thighs as the ache for him grew even more. She rotated her wrists in her binds, gripping onto the sheet as the scent of her blood filled the room. She could feel small cuts and welts break out over her back and thighs, each movement of the whip got harder and more intense.
When Lindsey finally stopped, she’d lost count after sixty or so, and she started to squirm away from him, feeling the handle of the whip pressing between her thighs. He slowly started to move it over her, pressing and teasing her slit until she thought she was going to lose her mind.
Moving the whip away he slipped his fingers between her thighs, growling when she quickly covered his fingers. “God, Tara.” He quickly brought down the whip over her back, hearing her cry out and arch on the bed.
Licking his fangs he dropped the whip and licked his fingers clean, climbing onto the bed he laid over her, pressing himself hard against her welted body. “I want you… I can’t keep playin’ this game, baby…”
Tara gasped under him, feeling every bit of bruised and broken skin burn with his weight. “Sir…” He growled and dragged his fangs over her shoulder, scraping up to her neck, his hands moving up her arms and pinning them down. “Lindsey,” she gasped finally, knowing that they were both too far gone to keep the game going.
“Want you,” he murmured simply against her neck, moving his hips until the tip of his cock pressed against her. “Beg me.” He smirked, licking her skin lightly, knowing that she was just as ready as him and he could easily get her to beg.
“Lindsey, please.” Tara squirmed on the bed, his body pressed hard against her body and keeping her trapped, the chain for the clamps pulling on her nipples roughly and making her whimper with each movement. “I want you, so bad. Please, baby.” A small smile turned her lips as she looked over her shoulder at him, knowing that the warmth of her body was driving him crazy. “Bite me…”
Lindsey’s fingers dug painfully hard into Tara’s arms, pinning her roughly to the bed as he rotated his hips and slipped inside her in one smooth motion. They both moaned, feeling her tighten around him as he started to move inside her. “Fuck.” With a subtle movement she bared her neck to him, wanting to feel him inside her in every way possible. “Soon, baby.”
His voice was a low purr in her ear and she found herself arching back and moaning each time he pushed into her. Lindsey’s cock throbbed as he pushed deeper into her heat, still amazed at how warm she was. Tara was always so giving and willing to him; it only made him ache for her more.
Tara’s hands were still tied above her head, leaving her bruised body helpless under him, just the way she loved it. She felt his weight pulled off of her as he sat up, grabbing her thighs and pushing as deep and hard into her as he could go, his balls tightening when she cried out.
Thrusting into her again, he reached out to pull her up to him, wrapping his arm around her waist he pressed her welted back and ass against him. “Oh god,” she gasped, her eyes widened at the intensity. “Lindsey.” She was panting and gasping, tightening around his cock as he moved inside her.
Lindsey reached up and brushed Tara’s hair off her neck, feeling the silk strands slip through his fingers. “So beautiful.” His voice was cool against her hot skin and he teasingly scraped his fangs against her pulse point. “Gonna make you mine.” His arm wrapped tighter around her waist, his thumb hooking through the chain and pulling, his other hand fisted tight in her hair as he sank his fangs into her deeply.
She shook against him, tightening and coming instantly as he drank from her neck, the clamps pulling hard on her nipples and every nerve in her body was raw and alive. Tara gasped, feeling his fangs slip from her neck, his tongue running over the wound he made, his hips thrusting a few more times before he came hard inside her.
Drained and sedated, Lindsey fell back on the bed, pulling Tara tightly against his body, his hand moving slowly over her heated flesh, slowly lapping at the wound he made. “I don’t know what the fuck I did to get you…” he mused, reaching up and untying her hands, turning her body around to his. “You’re a goddess. My dark, wicked goddess.”
Tara smiled at him, feeling light-headed from the spell and from the loss of blood. “Love you too, baby.” She hissed and moaned, watching as he pulled the clamps off lightly, dipping his face down and soothing them with his tongue. “Mmmm.” She bit her lip and arched to his fingers.
“Now let’s see about getting you cleaned up.” Lindsey smirked, his face changing back to his human guise, moving up her body and kissing her lips softly, his hands running over her sides.
“Good boy. Use your tongue,” she purred, her eyes closing as he happily complied.