Helaine
I 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 hands. “Can you do that for me?”
I nodded—clothes felt restrictive at this point anyway.
I watched him walk to the couch, where he sat comfortably, his thighs spread wide as he relaxed.
My teeth sank into my bottom lip—I didn’t know why I was feeling shy right now, after all, he was the one who wanted to fuck me so bad he offered to pay me for it, and he was eyeing me so eagerly he may as well have been a starving dog staring down a juicy steak.
My chest fluttered with desire, and I tried to lose myself in the music as my hips swayed and my shirt came up over my head, but something about the familiar music only made me focus on him more.
I knew I needed to keep some professionalism about this, if there even was a professional way to show a man my whole pussy and then some—the last thing I needed was to catch feelings for a guy who had already told me point blank that he was emotionally unavailable, not to mention the kind of guy who pays for sex.
Pays me for sex.
I didn’t feel quite sexy as I struggled to kick my boots off, but he didn’t seem to mind, his hungry eyes never leaving me.
I recovered my confidence though by slowly pushing my ripped up jeans down my hips—I’d worn the black lace today—it was the only matching underwear set that I had, and he seemed to appreciate it when I stood in nothing but my bra and panties.
“You look good in lace.” His voice was just shy of a growl at this point, and I felt equal parts proud and dirty as he palmed himself through his jeans at the sight of me. “It’d be a shame to have to rip it off of you.”
I could take a hint.
He groaned when I unhooked my bra, and I took the liberty to tease him as I slowly slid it down my shoulders, before finally dropping it to the floor.
He let out a dark chuckle. “Just like that.” He grinned. “I like that.”
“Oh yeah?” I asked, cupping my breasts in my hands and biting my lip as I squeezed them.
“Yeah,” he hissed.
“Good.” I grinned at him, before turning my back to him.
I swayed my hips to the music before bending over, giving him a good show of my ass as I slid my panties down my thighs, letting them drop to the floor.
Before I even had a chance to stand fully, Evan was behind me, and I could feel his erection through his pants when he pressed his hips to mine.
I let out a whimper as his hand wove into my hair, and he pulled me up so that my back was flush against his chest, his lips at my ear.
“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, wriggling my ass against him.
I gasped as his teeth scraped against my earlobe, and I could feel him grinning against my skin. “Be a good girl, and find out.”
I could have cried when he walked away from me.
I was ready to be fucked, and I was ready to be fucked now, but by the way he talked about lasting the whole night, I had my suspicions that he wasn’t in any rush.
He didn’t go far, returning with a length of red rope. “It’s silk,” he told me, ghosting his fingertips along my wrists. “It’s softer against your skin.”
“How considerate.” I smirked at him.
He winked. “I try.”
It took all of my willpower to hold still as he wound the rope around my skin—I’d never been tied up before, but it was obvious that Evan knew exactly what he was doing.
“Is this comfortable?” He asked, kneeling in front of me as he tightened the rope around my ribs.
“Yes,” I lied.
It was too tight, and I felt constricted, but I was high on this, and I was eager to get to the main event.
He stood, taking my jaw in his hand and giving me a stern look. “Are you lying to me?” He inhaled sharply through his nose, before nodding my head for me. “Yes, you are, I can tell.”
“It’s a little tight,” I confessed, sucking my bottom lip between my teeth.
I loved the way he touched me, like I was his to do with as he pleased—bought and paid for.
He loosened the rope a little, and smiled when I took an easy breath. “I need you comfortable in these ropes,” he explained, leaning in like he was going to kiss me, but stopping short just as I began to part my lips, whispering, “so I can have my fun.”
He laughed when I whimpered, but I just couldn’t help myself.
Every touch was like fire, and I was fairly sure that I’d never wanted anything the way I wanted him, especially the way he made me feel so gorgeous with nothing but a length of pretty red rope.
“Come here,” he ordered, hooking a finger under the rope that accentuated my breasts as he led me toward the coffin. “Lay down on your stomach, if you please.”
I struggled to move a bit in the ropes, so he helped me down. The wood was cool against my skin, and he laughed when I gasped.
“Good girl.” I didn’t need to see him to know that he was grinning. “Relax your body, I’m going to tie your arms and legs behind your back.”
“Yes, sir,” I purred.
I had meant to mock him, to make a joke about the BDSM scene we were preparing, but I found that I liked the words a whole lot more than I would have expected.
I never really saw myself as the submissive type, but here, as he bound me in rope, I felt like I was exactly where I needed to be.
“I’ll ask you again.” He tugged at the knot he’d made above my back, and I hummed at the subtle pull of the ropes. “Are you comfortable?”
“Very.” This time it was the truth, and by the way he hummed, he seemed to approve.
“Good.”
I wasn’t sure what he was doing as he paced around the coffin. I could only see so far, lying face down and unable to move.
I shivered when cold metal brushed against my skin as he slid it under the ropes, and I was confused until suddenly I gasped as I was hoisted off of the coffin.
I could see more the higher I was raised, and I saw him cranking a lever, locking it when I was about eye level with his waist.
“You look confused,” he mused, openly drinking in the sight of me, bound and naked, suspended from the ceiling.
He took me by the chin, and gently turned me so that I could get a glimpse of the rig anchored into the ceiling. “I didn’t notice that before.”
“You do remember that you have a safeword, don’t you.” His face was only inches from mine.
I wanted him to kiss me, but I was powerless to reach him, instead I licked my lips. “I remember.”
He stepped just a little closer, but not quite close enough. “Do you want to use it?”
“Fuck no.”
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 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 .
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