Helaine
He held my jaw in his hand as he pulled me into a deep and hungry kiss that made me whine as he pulled away.
His husky laughter resonated through my ears, and I could tell by the tension in his voice that he was every bit as turned on as I was in this moment.
He stalked out of my line of sight, and I was left staring down at the coffin. From my vantage point, I could see all of the gorgeous details carved into the black stained wood—hundreds if not thousands of small skulls and bats were hidden among the intricate brambles of roses.
Evan had said he worked in many different mediums, and I wondered if he’d carved it himself.
My line of thinking was cut off by the sudden shock of pleasure when his hand cupped my sex, his fingers slipping through my slick to give my clit some much needed attention.
“Fuck,” I whined.
“Already so wet for me,” he purred, easily dipping two fingers inside of me before sliding them out, walking back into my field of vision as he licked them clean. “So sweet too.”
My muscles tensed with need, but I couldn’t even squirm, suspended in the air by the ropes. “Evan, please.” I was desperate for some friction, and I didn’t care if I had to beg him for it.
Even when he made that smug face at me.
“Poor thing.” He grinned, circling me with that predatory look in his eyes. “Does the needy little slut want to cum?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
I didn’t care about dignity—if this is what he wanted, he was paying good money for it.
That was a good enough excuse to throw out my pride, right? Whatever. I wasn’t about to apologize for knowing what I wanted.
I could have cried when I felt his hands caress my thighs, especially when his stubble scraped against my soft skin.
“Oh fuck,” I cried when I felt Evan’s tongue slide through my wetness.
He moaned like a starving man who’d happened upon a peach orchard at peak season, and I felt like the peach, the way my juices flowed.
I didn’t know it was possible to want a man so bad.
His tongue circled my clit as his fingers curled inside of me again, this time brushing that sweet spot inside of me that threatened to push me over the edge.
Suddenly though, he stopped, and I let out a strangled cry of disappointment. “Evan!”
“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He stepped back in front of me, licking his teeth like an animal.
The bastard absolutely knew what was wrong, and I glared at him for it.
“Words, honey.” He brushed his fingers across my lips, and I could taste my own lust on him—it only made my need worse. “Tell me how bad you want me to make you see heaven.”
“God,” I whined, darting my tongue out to kitten lick his fingertips. “I feel like I’ll fucking die without it.”
“Good girl,” he purred, slipping his fingers into my mouth, closing his eyes and letting out a long sigh when I sucked them clean. “So good for me.”
“Please,” I begged him, and he laughed.
“Well, since you’ve been such a good girl . . . ”
He walked away from me again, sliding his fingers out of my mouth with an obscene pop. I bit my lip in anticipation, and I swear to god I saw stars the moment his hands were on me again, and his wet tongue lapped against my clit.
This time, mercifully, he didn’t stop, and I went careening over the edge of pleasure as that coil snapped within me. I didn’t care if the sound of his name on my lips inflated his ego, he fucking deserved it for this.
“Evan, fuck!” I shrieked when the pleasure became too intense, but if anything, it only made him double his efforts.
Powerless to do a damn thing about it, I couldn’t even try to squirm away as I hung helplessly, suspended from the ropes. Tears streamed down my face, and I was left panting by the time he saw fit to give me a rest.
He gave my ass a good squeeze before he walked off. I watched him with interest as I caught my breath, and my toes curled when I saw him pluck a red candle from one of the hanging fixtures.
Hot red wax spilled over his hand as he walked toward me, and he didn’t so much as flinch.
He hummed along to the music as he strolled over to me, burning candle in his hand, and he smiled as he bent down to look me in the eye, the flame flickering between us. “Are you ready for this?”
All I could do was nod, still coming down from the high of my ecstasy, but that wasn’t good enough for him. “No no, I need you to say it.”
It took me a moment to speak, but I finally managed to squeak out, “I’m ready.”
His face split into a wide grin, made almost grotesque by the candle light, but somehow it suited him.
I let out a small gasp when the first drops of wax splattered against my lower back, but by the time he had moved to my ass, I had relaxed, and the subtle burn had become a delicious sensation.
“More please,” I begged sweetly, earning a laugh, and a firm squeeze of my ass.
“How could I say no to that?”
He didn’t say no.
I relished the feeling of the hot wax being poured over my ass, and from the soft groan that escaped him, I’d say that he was enjoying it too.
I let out a loud gasp of shock when all of a sudden he smacked my ass, causing the hardened wax to crack off with an annoyingly satisfying sound. “You prick.”
He laughed as he walked back into view, and I stared at him with a frustrating mix of pleasure and annoyance.
He didn’t stoop this time, holding the candle at waist level as he stared down at me with that ever so smug look on his face. “Blow it.”
My eyes narrowed at him, and had I not wanted to ‘blow it’ I would have been furious, but as it were, I blew out the candle.
I looked up at him with want in my eyes, lolling my tongue out in an obscene display.
He grabbed me by the jaw, forcing me to look up into his eyes as he appraised me, a more than satisfied smirk on his face. “Aren’t you a pretty thing?”
“Yes,” I practically sang. “Pretty enough to suck your cock?”
“More than pretty enough.” He squeezed my cheeks, giving my face a teasing shake. “But, patience, sweetheart. I want to savor you.”
I pouted at him as he released me, but he only chuckled, walking over to the desk where he’d left the sharp knife from before.
My eyes lingered on the sharp steel of the blade, and he eyed me meaningfully as he walked back over to me. “Do you remember the safeword?”
I nodded, but then quickly remembered that he prefers me to answer him with my words. “Yes, sir.”
He smiled, clearly pleased with my response, and even if it was all a game, I felt a satisfying sense of pride.
I was a Good Girl.
“That’s good.” My heart raced as he left my line of sight, and I couldn’t help feeling nervous about what exactly he was going to do with that knife. “You may end up wanting to use it.”
This had been the best sex of my life, and he hadn’t even gotten his cock out yet, but I had never in my life engaged in knifeplay, let alone bloodplay.
The knife wasn’t just a prop. There wasn’t any question about it—if I didn’t use that safeword, he was going to use it.
I couldn’t help shivering as he ran the dull side of the blade down my spine, but even though I was nervous, his soft hum of pleasure made my pussy ache with need.
I didn’t know how I was ever supposed to get off to vanilla sex after this.
“You remember what I want, yes?” He all but growled. “Say it.”
“You want to cut me,” I answered obediently.
“Would you like to use the safeword?”
“I’d like you to make me bleed.”
An animalistic growl ripped through his throat, and my heart raced. Never in my life had I felt more like prey.
And I loved it.
HelaineI let out a pathetic little whimper when I felt the sting of the first cut, but I also heard the sharp rasp to his breath. It was like he was struggling to control himself, and however much the blade stung, it was worth it to hear him so thoroughly wrecked.I didn’t hold back my cries as he continued to slice my skin in what felt as though he was probably cutting intricate patterns into my flesh, and it seemed to spur him on.I had gone dumb with pleasure—more than anything physical, I was getting off on the fact that he had made me his canvas.I let out a loud wail when I came, my pussy clenching helplessly around nothing, and soon after I was startled by the metallic clatter of the knife hitting
Helaine“I don’t know, I think the villain’s motivations were a little passé.”“Passé? Come on, it was a vampire flick from the 80s. What motivation does he need beyond ‘Mmm lemme at that blood’?”“Helaine, you’re into gothic lit, right? Help me out here.”“Hmm, what?” I startled, looking dazed as my friends waited for an answer. “Sorry, I was . . . I was focused on the movie.”Lie.It was a total, complete, bald faced lie.Ever since my friends and I pooled our money together for a projector, movie night in the abandoned underpass had been my absolute favorite thing to do, especially in October, where we met once a week for a horror movie on Saturday as opposed to once a month like the rest of the year.It helped to make up for the fact that outdoor movie nights tended to be a no-go through most of winter.By all accounts, I should have been absolutely engrossed in this cheesy old vampire movie, but it was hard to focus when Evan spent the entire time sitting across the underpass sta
HelaineI couldn’t help feeling nervous as I stood at the top of the steps leading down into his basement apartment.We had been friends for some time—maybe acquaintances was a better term—but the point is that we’d known each other for a while now, at least through moving in similar circles.He should have been my type. I had always had a problem with the pretentious wannabe rockstar types, but there was always something about him that put me ill at ease, and if I was honest, neither this street nor the hour was helping.His apartment sat below the corner of Cardinal and South Main, and the street signs stood ominously above me like a guillotine.Cardinal was a lovely little street, with its artist alley, street food, and live music . . . if you weren’t privy to the area’s reputation, and ignored the missing persons posters.Speaking of music, I could already hear the haunting melody emanating from the bottom of the stairs. If I could say nothing else for him, he was an excellent gui
HelaineHonestly, if I didn’t already have a weird feeling about Evan, I would have thought that this apartment was the coolest place ever.I mean, his coffee table was a fucking coffin for fuck’s sake.He was looking at me again, and I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wishing he’d either sit down so we didn’t feel so . . . unmatched, or that he’d just take his clothes off so we could get started already.But, he seemed starved for a little conversation.In all the years we’d hung around the same circles, he’d never really talked about himself. I realized for the first time that I didn’t really know a damn thing about him.Maybe he was just . . . lonely and awkward.The thought made me feel a little bad for the way I’d blatantly avoided him over the years.“You’re staring at me,” he observed—and that’s what he was doing, observing me with the corners of his mouth upturned slightly with amusement.“Oh, sorry.” I quickly looked away, and he laughed at me.“No, no you’re allowed to lo
HelaineOnce I was on my feet, his hand moved smoothly to the small of my back as he guided me around the room, pointing out all kinds of things I had mistaken for decor, but were apparently very much a part of his sex life.“I hope you’re not overwhelmed,” he mused, slipping his fingers somewhat obscenely through a puddle of hot wax that had formed beneath one of his many candles, and I watched transfixed as the wax hardened against his skin.“A little,” I confessed, and he eyed me with something akin to concern. “But not in a bad way, I’ve just never . . . ”“Never been tied up, at someone else’s mercy, while they drip hot wax onto your skin?” He grinned devilishly, most certainly aware of the way my heart raced as he spoke.The way he said the word mercy . . . on his tongue, it sounded like something between prayer and pornography.“I can’t say that I have,” I answered honestly. “I never had a partner that I—”“That you trusted enough?” He finished for me, and I nodded. “Helaine .
HelaineI bit my lip as I stood, savoring the odd metallic taste of him that still lingered as I watched him fiddle with the old record player—it looked antique, but kept in great condition.He seemed almost frozen when the music started to play, and my heart ached. “We can listen to something else,” I offered.I didn’t know how close he’d been with the band—he couldn’t have been much older than me, so they would have already gone missing well before he was born, but it really seemed to affect him nonetheless.“No,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair as he took a moment to catch his breath, before turning back to face me. “No, I need to hear it.”Before I could say anything else, he closed the distance between us, and pulled me close so he could kiss me again, weaving a hand into my hair.I clung to him, trying to keep up, damn near breathless by the time he finally let me go.I wanted more.“I want you to strip,” he breathed against my lips, still holding my head in his ha
Helaine“I don’t know, I think the villain’s motivations were a little passé.”“Passé? Come on, it was a vampire flick from the 80s. What motivation does he need beyond ‘Mmm lemme at that blood’?”“Helaine, you’re into gothic lit, right? Help me out here.”“Hmm, what?” I startled, looking dazed as my friends waited for an answer. “Sorry, I was . . . I was focused on the movie.”Lie.It was a total, complete, bald faced lie.Ever since my friends and I pooled our money together for a projector, movie night in the abandoned underpass had been my absolute favorite thing to do, especially in October, where we met once a week for a horror movie on Saturday as opposed to once a month like the rest of the year.It helped to make up for the fact that outdoor movie nights tended to be a no-go through most of winter.By all accounts, I should have been absolutely engrossed in this cheesy old vampire movie, but it was hard to focus when Evan spent the entire time sitting across the underpass sta
HelaineI let out a pathetic little whimper when I felt the sting of the first cut, but I also heard the sharp rasp to his breath. It was like he was struggling to control himself, and however much the blade stung, it was worth it to hear him so thoroughly wrecked.I didn’t hold back my cries as he continued to slice my skin in what felt as though he was probably cutting intricate patterns into my flesh, and it seemed to spur him on.I had gone dumb with pleasure—more than anything physical, I was getting off on the fact that he had made me his canvas.I let out a loud wail when I came, my pussy clenching helplessly around nothing, and soon after I was startled by the metallic clatter of the knife hitting
HelaineHe held my jaw in his hand as he pulled me into a deep and hungry kiss that made me whine as he pulled away.His husky laughter resonated through my ears, and I could tell by the tension in his voice that he was every bit as turned on as I was in this moment.He stalked out of my line of sight, and I was left staring down at the coffin. From my vantage point, I could see all of the gorgeous details carved into the black stained wood—hundreds if not thousands of small skulls and bats were hidden among the intricate brambles of roses.Evan had said he worked in many different mediums, and I wondered if he’d carved it himself.My line of thinking was cut off by the sudden
HelaineI bit my lip as I stood, savoring the odd metallic taste of him that still lingered as I watched him fiddle with the old record player—it looked antique, but kept in great condition.He seemed almost frozen when the music started to play, and my heart ached. “We can listen to something else,” I offered.I didn’t know how close he’d been with the band—he couldn’t have been much older than me, so they would have already gone missing well before he was born, but it really seemed to affect him nonetheless.“No,” he sighed, running his hands through his hair as he took a moment to catch his breath, before turning back to face me. “No, I need to hear it.”Before I could say anything else, he closed the distance between us, and pulled me close so he could kiss me again, weaving a hand into my hair.I clung to him, trying to keep up, damn near breathless by the time he finally let me go.I wanted more.“I want you to strip,” he breathed against my lips, still holding my head in his ha
HelaineOnce I was on my feet, his hand moved smoothly to the small of my back as he guided me around the room, pointing out all kinds of things I had mistaken for decor, but were apparently very much a part of his sex life.“I hope you’re not overwhelmed,” he mused, slipping his fingers somewhat obscenely through a puddle of hot wax that had formed beneath one of his many candles, and I watched transfixed as the wax hardened against his skin.“A little,” I confessed, and he eyed me with something akin to concern. “But not in a bad way, I’ve just never . . . ”“Never been tied up, at someone else’s mercy, while they drip hot wax onto your skin?” He grinned devilishly, most certainly aware of the way my heart raced as he spoke.The way he said the word mercy . . . on his tongue, it sounded like something between prayer and pornography.“I can’t say that I have,” I answered honestly. “I never had a partner that I—”“That you trusted enough?” He finished for me, and I nodded. “Helaine .
HelaineHonestly, if I didn’t already have a weird feeling about Evan, I would have thought that this apartment was the coolest place ever.I mean, his coffee table was a fucking coffin for fuck’s sake.He was looking at me again, and I shifted uncomfortably on the couch, wishing he’d either sit down so we didn’t feel so . . . unmatched, or that he’d just take his clothes off so we could get started already.But, he seemed starved for a little conversation.In all the years we’d hung around the same circles, he’d never really talked about himself. I realized for the first time that I didn’t really know a damn thing about him.Maybe he was just . . . lonely and awkward.The thought made me feel a little bad for the way I’d blatantly avoided him over the years.“You’re staring at me,” he observed—and that’s what he was doing, observing me with the corners of his mouth upturned slightly with amusement.“Oh, sorry.” I quickly looked away, and he laughed at me.“No, no you’re allowed to lo
HelaineI couldn’t help feeling nervous as I stood at the top of the steps leading down into his basement apartment.We had been friends for some time—maybe acquaintances was a better term—but the point is that we’d known each other for a while now, at least through moving in similar circles.He should have been my type. I had always had a problem with the pretentious wannabe rockstar types, but there was always something about him that put me ill at ease, and if I was honest, neither this street nor the hour was helping.His apartment sat below the corner of Cardinal and South Main, and the street signs stood ominously above me like a guillotine.Cardinal was a lovely little street, with its artist alley, street food, and live music . . . if you weren’t privy to the area’s reputation, and ignored the missing persons posters.Speaking of music, I could already hear the haunting melody emanating from the bottom of the stairs. If I could say nothing else for him, he was an excellent gui