"The Vampire's Mistress" (closed)

[heartofcourage]

His strong hand easily pulled my hand aside, my panties soon pushed away as well. His thick shaft was sawing against my damp folds and I trembled, whimpering in a little bit of fear as he explained the situation. He could either have me as a rational human being or he would rut against me like a beast. I might not survive once the beast had been let loose.

He was nearly begging me to surrender to him and to be everything that he needed in a companion. It was a lot to ask a woman who had been stolen from her home, sold into this situation, and assaulted by a supposedly mythical being. If I agreed to what he wanted then I had a chance to survive. If I said no, he would kill me.

His tone was growing louder as he asked me over and over again if I was ready to be what he needed. "Yes!" I cried out, trembling with fear at saying no. "I'll be whatever you want me to be. Just please let me go!"

 

[Tony2015]

I am so lost to my lust that I almost ignore Fiona's pledge. I press my shaft hard against her wetness, fighting my desire to withdraw from the situation. I push my forehead into the flesh of her neck between her skull and shoulder and growl deep and long. I must sound like a wild beast so close to her ... desperate, fierce, scary.

Then suddenly, in a motion that is gymnastic and super hero-like at the same time, I push myself up away from her, literally into the air, arcing toward the side of the bed where I land nimbly on my feet with my back to her. My chest is swelling and contracting rapidly with deep breaths, and every muscle in my body is tensed like an overwound spring.

I stand there for a long moment, one voice telling me that I don't have to forgo fucking her now, that I can have her now and at any time after this; while the other voice is telling me that, in the long run, I will get more from Fiona and be happier with her -- and she with me -- if ... I ... can ... simply ... resist!

Suddenly, I am gone, still naked, walking for and through the door of her bedroom and down the hall toward my own. I don't reach it, though, the emotions rushing through me, demanding a traumatic event to pull me out of this fury overwhelming me.

I turn and rush down the hallway, then leap through the air and -- adopting a protective, fetal position -- crash through a window. I fall three floors, unfolding my body as I near the ground. I disappear into six feet of snow, and out of sight, strike the frozen dirt below. I roll several times, the snow above me exploding upwards into the air, then burst out of the drift at the cliff edge.

After another ten foot drop, I crashed onto the frozen lake. The ice below me shatters, but it so thick that it continues to support my weight. I lay there, staring up at the sky ... and scream..........!

 

[heartofcourage]

I wasn't prepared for him to press his forehead against my neck, the deep long growl that he issued making a whimper of fear burst from my chest. Ivan was like a wild animal. He was feral, threatening, but he still had a shred of humanity in him. I whimpered again, gasping as he suddenly pushed away and to the side of the bed.

Rolling quickly, I pulled the fur cover against my body to hide it from his gaze as he stood there in tense silence. He was breathing hard, struggling to contain himself and I was ready to hide. Then he was gone, walking briskly through the door and leaving me alone. The harsh sound of panting filled the air and it took a long time for me to realize that it was coming from me. I had never been more frightened of something in my life.

In the distance, I could hear the sounds of glass breaking followed a few moments later by the scream of a wild animal. It sent a tremor down my spine and I moved then, going to the door to shut it. There was no lock but some part of me felt better knowing that there was a closed door between myself and Ivan in the state that he was currently in.

I closed my eyes tightly, back pressed against the closed wooden door as I struggled to process all that had just happened. I felt dizzy, sick to my stomach, and my heart was threatening to pound out of my chest. I needed to calm down. I needed to get dressed again. I needed to eat. I needed to plot and plan. I needed to stay alive.

Soon enough, I sat down at the table, dressed in a long, warm wool gown. With a deep, controlled breath, I forced myself to make a plate and eat.

 

[Tony2015]

Agatha:

I tap lightly at the door, then knock louder before pushing the door open. I roll my cart into the room a few feet, then look for the woman m'lord has told me is named Fiona. "M'lady?"

I find her, bow my head a bit, and continue inside. The cart is covered in bath items, just about every brand and good available in the country. M'lord didn't know what his new guest would prefer for her hygienic needs, so days ago, upon making the purchase of her, he essentially had one of everything shipped to the town at the base of the mountain for our man to pick up.

"For you, m'lady," I say as I roll the card toward yet another door in the room, "compliments of m'lord."

I stop at the door, open it, and push forward again. The room is small, perhaps only double the height of m'lady on all sides. Inside is a cast iron stove, already burning hot, having been fired, fed, and stokes by Kurn via the second door on the other side of the room. Above the stove is a large steel hot water tank, and in the middle of the room a large hard wood tub that almost looks like an oversized wine casket cut in half.

"It is not much, m'lady," I call out from the bathing room, "but it more than the home had when it was built a millennium ago." As I open the squeaking valves and regulate the hot and cold waters filling the tubs from separate copper pipes, I explain, "M'lord wishes you to know that he will be unavailable for a few days. You are free to explore the house and grounds..."

I poke my head out and emphasize in my motherly way, "...so as you stay on the grounds, of course, m'lady."

I check the temperature, then push the little cart to within arms reach of the tub. I step out into the room and ask, "Would m'lady like me to bathe her?"

 

[heartofcourage]

I had dozed off after eating in front of the fire, the fur cover across my lap and a soft armchair pulled in front. It was cozy and warm and after what had transpired it was a welcome spot to sit and doze. A knocking at the door a short while later woke me and the squeaking wheel of a cart told me that Agatha had returned to care for me.

I peeked around the corner of the chair, watching as she bowed her head towards me and continued on her way with a cart laden with bath products. There were more products on the cart then I could have probably used in my entire life. I was taken back as she said that they were from Ivan.

Curiously, I watched as she moved into the other unused door, exposing a bathroom that I had never noticed was there. She apologized for the state of the room but it was still bigger than the bathroom of my flat in Dublin. Curiosity got the better of me as I stood from the chair and made my way towards the room, looking it over as she set everything up.

"How will I know what are the grounds of the property and what aren't?" I asked, feeling silly for even asking the question.

"I don't need help bathing. Thank you." I say, feeling a little awkward that she would ask, but knowing that she was only doing her job.

 

[Tony2015]

Agatha, the House Servant:

"How will I know what are the grounds of the property and what aren't?" Fiona asks me.

"Peter will tell you, m'lady." I have forgotten that she hasn't met the man who is responsible for most of the outside upkeep, as well as harvesting of firewood, hunting, and more. "Peter is the Outdoorsman, m'lady. He will go with you where ever you go."

I can see by her reaction that she took that to mean He will be watching you to ensure that you don't flee. I smile and try to reassure her, "There are a great many dangers in the woods beyond the house, m'lady. You should have an escort at all times."

"I don't need help bathing," Fiona tells me following my question. "Thank you."

"Yes, m'lady," I answer, giving her another slight head bow. I show her the controls for the hot and cold taps, then warn her that the hot is hot! "Please be cautious, m'lady."

I head out to the bedroom, rolling the food cart out from against the wall to collect the refuse and items showing exposure. "Will m'lady want anything more...? Wine...? We have a new cheese, fresh from the village."

I listen and respond to her answer, then head for the door. I pause there, looking to the bathroom and contemplating her situation. I say with a hesitant tone, "It is not my place to speak, m'lady, but ... m'lord master can be a good man if given the chance."

I want to say more, but as I have said, it is not my place to speak. I remind her that if she wishes to go outside she should have either I or Kurn, the House Boy, locate Peter, finishing with, "Remember to dress warmly, m'lady."

 

[heartofcourage]

An escort to go outside. That certainly made me feel as if there were no route for escape. I guess that was to be expected because Ivan had spent a lot of money to purchase me. He didn't want me running off into the night.

"I will seek him out if I want to go outside." I said softly as she showed me how to run the taps on the tub with a warning that the hot water was extremely hot.

I thanked her as she headed into the bedroom to collect the remains of the meal that had been left behind and listened as she asked if there was anything else that I needed. I didn't want wine. After drinking the night I had been kidnapped, I didn't think that I ever wanted to drink again. Cheese sounded delicious, but my belly was still full from the meal that I had earlier.

"Do you have any hot chocolate?" I asked, wondering where that request had come from.

Hot chocolate and cookies were a comfort food, left over from the only memories I had of my father. We would sit at the kitchen table in the evening and share a cup of hot chocolate and sugar cookies. The memory still made me smile, even almost 18 years after he had died.

I was taken back as Agatha added that if I only gave Ivan a chance, I would see that he was a good man. Good men didn't keep a woman in their home against their will. But good men did listen when that woman said no to sex. It was incredibly confusing.

"I'll keep that in mind. Thank you." I said softly, closing the bathroom door and starting the water running for the bath. I intended to soak for a long time before exploring my surroundings and trying to find out a little bit more about the mysterious Ivan Ivanovich.

 

[Tony2015]

Peter, the Outdoorsman:

The sun is finally high enough in the sky to penetrate the tall trees standing over the northeast wall of the castle. Castle, I think. The others simply refer to the Master's home as the house, for m'lord Ivan Yuri Ivanovich is a man without title. But it is without a doubt in my mind a castle, title or not.

As I prepare to resume fire wood cutting, I hear feet crunching on the still crispy snow. I turn to find m'lord's new guest and quickly bow, saying, "Greetings, Lady Fiona."

I stick the ax's edge into the cutting block and cross to meet her, offering my hand. "Peter, m'lady. I care for the grounds."

We chat a bit -- about the snow, the castle, the mountains surrounding us -- and then she asks if we can take a walk. I give her another polite bow and a wide smile, and say, "I can do m'lady one better than that."

I offer my elbow to her, and we walk the beaten-down path, down the slope away from the castle. I tell her of my family and the eight generations of men and women to proudly serve Ivan Ivanovich. I doesn't occur to me that I might be telling her something she doesn't already know -- our Lord's beyond-human age -- for I assume that she is already aware. My error.

"Here we are, m'lady," I say when we reach the old stone out building. I open the double doors, forcing them against the snow that had toppled from the roof as the temperature rises, to reveal both the narrow, two seat sleigh and the big horse already beginning to whinny excitedly from the neighboring stall. I smile to her and ask, "Shall we take a ride?"

 

[heartofcourage]

After my bath and my hair was dried, I dared to venture back into the bedroom. Just as Agatha had said, it seemed that Ivan was far away from there. I stepped into the closet, overwhelmed by the sheer amount of clothing that were lining the walls. It was almost mind numbing staring at all the different combinations that were possible.

I pulled down a thick sweater, a clean pair of black pants, thick socks, another pair of underwear, and a sturdy pair of black leather boots. There was a section of fur coats, scarves, gloves, and hats which I chose from as well. Once I was suitably dressed, I was determined to make my way outside.

It was freezing as I finally found the outside door, my breath fogging in front of my face. I had never seen so much snow as what was there in the courtyard. It seemed to tower over everything and everywhere that I looked, everything was blanketed in white. In the distance, I could hear the sounds of wood splitting and I wondered if that wasn't where Peter was. Agatha had told her to find him and not be outside alone.

He knew who I was the moment that he saw me, bowing and calling me by name. It seemed that news traveled fast around there. I took his offered hand, shaking it with a gloved hand to not seem rude. There was small talk between the two of them, nothing heavy, before I finally asked about walking the grounds. He smiled back at me with a polite bow and offered his elbow.

There was a path of snow that had been beaten down, the ground sloping away from the castle as Peter talked mindlessly about his family and how long they had served Ivan. I had already seen what kind of creature he was and knew that he was probably older than he let on. It made sense that the servants of the castle knew what kind of man they worked for and had probably worked for him for years.

We paused in front of a double door building that seemed newer than the main castle but still ancient by my standards. I gasped as he opened the doors to show me a sleigh and a horse that stamped the ground in excitement. I had never been on a sleigh ride before and it seemed that both Peter and the horse were ready to go.

"I would love to go for a ride." I said softly, looking at him with a soft smile. "Agatha talked about showing me the property so I know where I can and can't go."

 

[Tony2015]

As I harnessed Goliath to the sleigh, I rambled on about the surrounding countryside. This had, of course, been my home since the day I'd come into this world. I'd never been further away than the village, I told Fiona. Her attention seemed to pique at the mention of the village.

"We shall take the Circle Road, m'lady," I told her, helping her up into the sleigh. I laid the wool blanket over our legs and made a click, click sound in my cheeks. Goliath jumped forward, which I think surprised Fiona, and off we went with the heavy footed horse instinctively following the cleared road.

As we slid through the tall trees, I explained about the tracked snow plow that cleared the road after such storms, saying, "The Master doesn't much like the diesel machine, but it is necessary for the wood cutters to get to the forest. M'lord sells his timber to the village..."

I wave my hand out before me, indicating the vast forest before us. "All of this belongs to m'lord."

We continue onward, the sleigh easily sliding over the packed snow behind the powerful horse. We are surrounded by trees and cliffs for most of the ride, with the view only seldom expanding out upon distant forests. Then, at a sudden break in the trees, I reign in Goliath and point.

"The village, m'lady," I tell her, pointing off toward the north. With the world painted white, the village would be almost impossible to distinguish if it weren't for the smoke rising from three dozen chimneys. "Greenburg, or so you would say in your tongue, m'lady." I laugh, then add, "To be honest, I can barely speak the Romania name ... and I'm Romanian!"

I laugh, finding my joke very funny. I look off toward the village and tell Fiona about it: the businesses, the history, the beautiful bar maid at the Black Crow Inn. When she asks me how far away it is and how we get there, I explain, "The junction we passed ... where the road was cleared. It leads to the village, m'lady ... six miles."

I assume that she is asking out of curiosity alone, wonder at how we manage living so far away in such difficult conditions. It does not occur to me that perhaps she wishes to flee there. Why would I think such a thing? She's going to be happy and well cared for here, so ... why should she wish to leave?

 

[heartofcourage]

Sitting in the seat of the sleigh beside Peter as he took me on a ride, I tried to soak in as much information as I possibly could. The woods around the palace were incredibly thick and dark looking even in the light of day. The snow had blanketed everything around the property and I briefly wondered just how many days out of the year that it snowed like it had the day before.

I perked up at the mention of the village. That meant that there was a town nearby with people that might be able to help me if I could make it there. I asked Peter to show it to me and he pulled the sleigh to a stop, pointing off into the distance of the canyon beyond where I could barely see smoke curling from the rooftops. Instantly, I felt deflated as I looked between the vantage point where we were to the village beyond.

"Greenburg." I repeated, committing that name to memory.

Six miles away, he told me, down a clear road. In the dead of winter it would be rather impossible to make it. Perhaps after some time planning when the snow as cleared, it would be possible to make it to the village for help.

"Does Ivan travel very often?" I asked, looking over at Peter as the sleigh was suddenly put back into motion. "Agatha told me he would be gone for a few days."

 

[Tony2015]

"Does Ivan travel very often?" Fiona asked. "Agatha told me he would be gone for a few days."

"Gone?" I ask, a bit confused and totally unaware of the cover story Agatha has spun. "My Master is not gone, m'lady. He is in his room. I stoked his fire just this day."

I slow Goliath at a turn around where the wood cutters had cut down trees the day before, saying, "End of the road. Time to head back. Shall we take the Circle Road around the east side, m'lady, or shall we return to the Castle?"

 

[heartofcourage]

Ivan wasn't gone? But Agatha had told me that he wouldn't be around for three days. What did that mean? The thought that he was hiding was a bitter pill to swallow and I found myself not wanting to explore the grounds any longer.

"You know, I think it's a little too cold out here for me right now. Perhaps we can go to the east tomorrow?" I told Peter, giving him a smile to try and ease his misgivings.

Once I got back to that house, I was going to explore and I would be damned if I didn't find where Ivan's room was at.

 

[Tony2015]

Ivan Yuri Ivanovich:

I am huddled in a dark corner of my bed chamber, wrapped in not one but two thick wolf hide furs. I hear boot steps coming up the hall. They are not those of Peter, Agatha, or Kurn; and as I would know if a stranger was on the grounds, that only left Fiona as the source of the slowly approaching, tentative steps. I dread her seeing me like this, but I am beyond attempting to hide myself from her any more.

When the door opens, I simply stare at her from the dark for a long moment before I murmur, "Help me, Fiona ... please."

 

[heartofcourage]

Peter had taken me back to the house and dropped me off before going back to tend to the horse and the sleigh. It was quiet as I entered the door again, leaving me to explore the property in peace. The first few doors I opened were extra rooms that were freezing in the winter weather. I found a library that was filled with books in languages that I could never hope to learn. There was the kitchen where a fire was burning in a hearth as dishes cooked on a wood oven. There was even a terrace that was covered in snow that afforded a stunning view of the canyon beyond.

Just when I was about to give up hope, I stumbled down a hallway that seemed odd. It was more richly decorated than the others and at the end was a large wooden door that was ornately carved. Could that be Ivan's room, I asked myself as I drew closer. My boots echoed off the stone walls around me, my steps tentative and a bit fearful.

At first, I pressed my ear against the door, hearing a fire crackling on the other side. That meant that there was someone in there. Placing my hand on the handle, I slowly pressed it open, listening to the ominous creak of the ancient hinges before I stepped into the dimly lit chamber.

That was when I heard his voice. It was a soft murmur, his tone begging for help. He even called my name when asking for help.

"What do you need?" I asked, standing next to the door until I finally saw him curled in the corner wrapped in thick furs.

 

[Tony2015]

"I need you," I whisper. I hope she understands me. At the same time, I fear that she does. My head is pounding and swirling, but my brain is clear enough to recall the last time I drank from her neck. How do I ask her to voluntarily repeat that, after the horrifying display she witnessed that day. I clarify, "I need what only you can give me, m'lady."

This isn't entirely true, of course. I have one more option, but it's even more horrific than sinking my fangs into Fiona. In the only portion of the house securely locked from her are my Donors, people who -- to a degree that far surpass Fiona's own imprisonment -- are also held against their will. In my eyes, they deserve no better than they are receiving: thieves, murderers, rapists the lot of them, they are shackled away from the good people, awaiting to be drained and discarded in the same way they discarded their own humanity.

I reach out a hand toward Fiona, the wolf furs falling away to reveal my naked upper torso. "I'll do anything you ask."

 

[heartofcourage]

He was begging me to feed again. The thought made me scared for what he might do if I said no, but the tone in his voice reminded me of a man who had been beaten down and defeated by so many years of horrible things. I wasn't a cruel or cold person. Hearing that defeat truly broke my heart. I had no idea what it was like to be a monster, but I could only imagine what kind of life it was.

Moving towards Ivan, I placed my hand in his as he reached towards me. He promised to do anything I asked of him. I should have asked for freedom, but I knew that he wouldn't give that willingly. He had paid money for me and even though it was probably nothing compared to the vast wealth that he already had, it was still a fee that he needed to recoup.

"I'll have to think on that." I finally said softly, the cool touch of his fingers chilling mine to the bone. "You frighten me. The beast inside of you scares me to the very core. But when you speak...there's a loneliness that pulls at my heart."

 

[Tony2015]

I listen ... but I don't hear. My mind is awhirl with old memories, current thoughts, and mixed emotions.

I allow the wolf furs to fall away from my naked body as I pull lightly on her hand, urging her into my lap...

 

[heartofcourage]

Being so close to Ivan was confusing. I wanted to be afraid, but he was so sad that it was hard to be scared of a man that looked and sounded so defeated. I knew that he was capable of being a beast, but as he pulled on my hand and urged me into his lap, he was anything but a beast.

I slowly took a seat in his lap, looking into his eyes as I squirmed a bit nervously. The last time with him had been terrible. This time, it seemed that he was under control and was treating me well. Everything was my choice.

"You can take what you need." I murmured softly, unsure of why I was saying that.

 

[Tony2015]

I don't hesitate in making myself comfortable with her. I open her coat and work the buttons loose on her sweater, then reach behind her to her buttocks and pull her parted legs closer and tighter around my waist, until I can feel her groin press against my flaccid cock.

The feeling is wonderful, but it's not necessarily sexual, as is demonstrated by the lack of arousal in my penis. It isn't about sex. It's about ... intimacy. I don't know why being close like this enhances a feeding. I just know it does.

I pull her blouse loose from the binding of her trouser waist line and slide a cold hand up her side and around to the small of her back. Again, I pull out lower bodies tighter against on another. My second hand caresses up her front, over her blouse's front and the firm, round mounds beneath it, until it rises up over the exposed skin of her clavicle, then neck.

Again, as last time, I entwine my fingers in her hair and pull her head to the side. This time, the gesture is not violent or controlling. I move my mouth to her Fiona's neck, then pause. I kiss her neck, then whisper, "Thank you."

I sink my fangs into her but only the lower pair. The effect is a significantly lower amount of pain to Fiona, and even in my cluttered mind, I sense the difference in her reaction from the last time, when she screamed out in panic and agony. I press my lips tightly to her flesh and savor the sweet taste of the iron rich nutrient.

And all the while, as I more slowly suck her blood, lengthening the moment, my hands are slowly, almost romantically loosing the rest of her clothes ... the buttons of her blouse ... the buckle of her pants ... the boots from the feet now close to my thighs...

...and my once flaccid, idle cock, is once again hardening and rising to the occasion...

 

[heartofcourage]

I was unsure of what Ivan was doing as has hands quickly set to work. Soon my coat was opened and pushed from my shoulders, the buttons on my sweater soon following. His other hand pressed me tightly against his hips. The moment was incredibly intimate, but there was something about the fact that he had no reaction that made me feel a little more at ease than the last time. He wasn't forcing me. He had asked me and I had gone willingly.

His hands were cold as they smoothed up my sides and back, pulling my blouse out of my pants to allow him more access. I should have stopped him, but something about telling him no again terrified me. He caressed over the front of my blouse, feeling my firm breasts beneath my shirt before he raised that hand up and into my hair once again.

This time he didn't jerk my head to the side, but carefully pulled it until my throat was exposed. I shivered, a small whimper leaving my lips as visions of the last time raced through my head. Would he hurt me again, I wondered, as he pressed a soft kiss against the pulsing vein before he whispered a thank you against my ear.

Then he bit me. I heard a sharp gasp leave my lips, but the pain was not as great. I slowly relaxed, helped by the gentle moment as well as whatever paralytic he gave me that relaxed my muscles until I was like a puddle in his hands. This time I had managed to close my eyes before I lost control, whimpering every so often as his hand slowly worked loose the rest of my clothing. It was an incredibly intimate moment and I was trusting him with my life, but I still wasn't sure that I was ready to give him everything that he wanted.

 

[Tony2015]

I can feel Fiona's body going limp in my arms, in my lap. The effect is not as intense or sudden: she has control over her movement, but not as much strength as she would need to fight off a man taking her, let alone this man taking her.

But this time is not like the last. This time, she has given herself to me freely, though I do not honestly understand why? Perhaps she feels she has no choice. Perhaps something has changed in how she perceives me. Perhaps she trusts in my vow to do anything she asks.

I handle her with much more care, drinking of her slowly, pulling my fangs out cautiously, holding her body gently. As I feel her relax into me, I urge her head down into the crook of my neck, freeing that hand to lower and slip under her blouse, to caress her skin, softly grope a breast, gently squeeze a nipple.

I feel the warmth of her breath on my skin, and I feel my body erupt in goose flesh. I can't remember the last time my inhuman body has performed this very human act. The snow and ice had had such an impact on me the previous day specifically because my vampire body does not shiver to warm itself.

As I press my lips to her newest wound, sealing it with my curative saliva, I slide my hands downward, from her back to her buttocks. I grasp her waist band and -- with the gentleness of a lover and the smoothness of a lady's man -- easily pull her slacks and panties off her round behind and forward to the tops of her thighs.

I slip one arm, then the other under the back of her thighs, then return my hands to her firm ass, grasping it. As I pull her closer to me, I can feel my fully hardened cock slide past the slacks and -- stiff as a board -- practically slap against Fiona's exposed pussy.

I finish licking at her neck, slurping up the last of her valuable blood, then whisper to her, "Tell me to stop..."

I hope she won't, of course. I want her so badly, as I did the previous night. But unlike that night, this urge is less animalistic and more ... simple human lust.

I repeat as I shift her buttocks to cause the underside of my cock to slide up and down her clit, "Tell me to stop..."

With the smaller dosage of paralytic and blood donation, Fiona is already regaining total control over her appendages. As I feel her hands moving and her body reacting, I whisper so softly she probably doesn't hear, "Tell me to stop..."

 

[heartofcourage]

His hands seemed to be everywhere as he pulled his fangs from my neck. I let out a soft whimper of pleasure this time as his cool hand slipped beneath my blouse. He cupped a breast, my nipple crinkling tightly against his palm as he squeezed it gently. I couldn't help it as my hips jerked against his own, another moan leaving my lips.

He was taking his time with me this time, seducing me with gentle touches. Did I want this? I wasn't really sure what I wanted but what he was doing felt good. My head was resting against the crook of his shoulder as he sealed the wounds he had inflicted, my fingers finally regaining feeling as my arms numbly moved from my sides. His hands were sliding down my back, over my bottom and pulling down my pants and panties in a single motion.

I was panting by the time his hands returned to my ass, squeezing it as his hard cock rubbed so intimately against me again. My folds were wet, achingly so, as if he had cast some sort of spell over me. I shouldn't have wanted this. I should have been fighting. My brain was screaming at me to turn and run, but my body was running at top speed.

His cock was sawing against my throbbing clit, little noises of pleasure escaping from my chest as he whispered against my ear, telling me to tell him to stop. I should have. I should have stopped everything right then and there, but when my arms wrapped around his neck I knew that I was lost.

"No..." It was all that I could say, it was all that I could think about as he not only stole my blood, but my sanity in that moment.

 

[Tony2015]

Even as I lift Fiona upward with my strong hands upon her buttocks, the swollen bulb at the end of my cock sliding down her warmth and wetness until it is threatening her now well lubed opening, I still whisper to her, "Tell me to stop..."

Knowing I am well placed, I lower her body again. My cock parts her lips, then I penetrate her and she envelopes the head of my erection. I moan conspicuously, pause, curl my hands higher to the small of her back, and pulled her to me. I felt my cock beginning to slide slowly into Fiona's tight passage, and again I whisper -- growl -- "Tell me to stop..."

 

[heartofcourage]

The feeling of being bodily lifted and knowing that Ivan could kill me with his bare hands was intimidating. He lifted me as if I weighed nothing at all. His cock slipped against my pussy, teasing my wet folds with pleasure even as he whispered that he needed me to tell him to stop.

Why? I couldn't understand why he was doing this to me and then begging me to stop him. Was this a game to him, I asked myself, gasping loudly as he parted my lower lips with his cock and slowly lowered me down his hard length.

"Oh!" I cried out, his hands capturing me close even tighter as he growled the command to me again.

"Why?" I murmured back, my eyes finally opening as I looked at him intently, wondering why it mattered now.