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Nicole
Meets Michael
An erotic meeting between a vampire and his future pet. This story contains soft consensual play.
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© 2006 Ruby Bloodstone All Rights
Reserved
This story may not be reproduced in
any form without the permission of the author.
This is a work of fiction. The events described in this work are
imaginary, as are the characters, who are fictitious
and are not intended to represent any specific persons, living or dead. Names, places, characters and incidents
either are the product of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual
persons, living or dead, events, locals or business establishments is entirely
coincidental.
The Vampire's Pet Series is the
erotic adventures of Lyssa's vampire children and their chosen loves, slaves and pets.
Books and stories in this series have content only suitable for adults.
The Vampire's Pet imprint is published by and a trademark of Spice and Sugar Publications.
Web site: www.vampirespet.com
E-mail author at: rubyatBDSML @ vampirespet.com (without the spaces)
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Nicole stepped out of the shower and
dried herself before pulling off the cap that covered her long strawberry-blond
hair. It had been a tiring day and all
she wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep. She sighed, picked up a hair brush and
decided it was better to get the tangles out now. Standing naked before the mirror at the sink,
Nicole looked at herself and tried to see what men saw in her. Tall, she often felt like a giant towering
over both women and men.
“You’re not too tall,” proclaimed a
deep voice. “You’re just right for me.”
Before Nicole could move, she found
her wrists held behind her and a hand over her mouth.
“You should see what I see. Very pretty blue eyes, a cute nose with a
round tip that should be tapped when your naughty, a perfect mouth…shall I
continue?”
Nicole nodded. He could speak to her all day and she’d want
to get lost in his voice. It was
musical, hypnotic, arrogant and playful.
She found herself wanting to see his face.
“No interrupting then.”
The hand covering her mouth lowered
and spanned her throat. Nicole found the
gesture both protective and sexy. He
pulled her closer and she realized he was naked. His skin pressed to her skin. She felt herself becoming aroused. When he rubbed his chin lightly across her
shoulder, she knew he was slightly taller than her. Who was this stranger? The whiskers on his face, tickled and she
squirmed into him. He chuckled and put
his lips to her ear.
“As I was saying, a perfect mouth
with luscious lips. Your body is slim
and toned, yet you have these beautiful breasts that need to be held and
kissed. So many things I could do to
them and make you beg me for more. Now
look in the mirror and see yourself. Do
you see these curls? They hide the
treasure that makes you so very feminine.”
His hand skimmed her skin, lightly caressing a breast before moving down her taut stomach and petting the soft triangle of hair above her sex. Stopping all too soon for Nicole, his hand moved to hold her hip. She gasped. His hand was cool, like the hand of her vampire master before he’d fed. She hadn’t noticed that before. She also hadn’t noticed the way his body vibrated with psychic energy. She noticed both now. Perhaps he was like her master.
Neither afraid nor alarmed, she
sensed no danger from the intruder.
Turning her head, Nicole tried to see him in the mirror and he nuzzled
her neck. All she could see was his dark
hair. Lips brushing her throat, he
whispered and sent shivers down her body.
“You see, slave? You’re beautiful. I’m going to make you mine.”
“I’m not a slave,” she protested.
He nibbled her earlobe and the hand
on her hip pressed, grinding his erection into the cheeks of her ass. Nicole felt weak in the knees. Her admirer was overpowering her with his
touch and scent. He smelled of leather
and horses, a spicy cologne and of something wild and
untamed like a jungle cat.
“Over here, little one. To your bed where you
belong.”
He guided her across the room. Nicole soon found herself on her back, her
head on a pillow. His strong left hand
held Nicole’s arms over her head and her captor smiled when she tried to
struggle. Her feet became caught in the
sheets and he used that to his advantage, placing his knee between her
legs. Nicole became very aware of his
intentions and renewed her struggles. It
was wrong for him to touch her like this.
She should have stopped him before, but she didn’t want to. He shook his head in disapproval.
“Stop fighting your master. Have you no manners?”
“Get away from me. You are not my master!”
“That’s enough, slave. Not another word from you in that tone of
voice.”
Nicole felt the intruder reaching
into her mind, taking over her will and then a sense of calm when he released
her psyche. Why was she fighting
him? She couldn’t remember. Gazing into his green eyes, she found him
quite handsome. Was it an illusion or was he still in her mind?
“Tell me what you see, slave. As if you were speaking to your best friend
and I wasn’t here with you. Do you like
what you see and feel?”
She nodded with no sense of
embarrassment at his request. Nicole
knew what she would say to Catherine and she pictured her friend sitting next
to her.
“Cat, I met the most amazing
man. He’s got curly black hair that
makes me want to run my fingers through it.
It’s long enough for a pony tail, or a braid. His eyes are like emeralds and when he looks
at me, he takes my breath away.”
“Tell me more.”
His husky voice sent chills through her body. Nicole felt herself getting wet. Surely he’d notice. Before she could think about the ramifications of her own lust, he tickled her with his free hand.
“What else?” he asked, further encouraging her to play his game. She grinned for a moment before speaking.
“He’s rugged, with a strong nose and a full mouth and his whiskers tickle when he brushes them against my neck. Where Uncle Stephen reminds me of a little boy, he reminds me of a rough cowboy or a knight in shining armor and I …”
Her face turned a delightful shade
of crimson.
“You what?” he asked not so
innocently.
“I want to kiss his thick lips. I think I’ve dreamt about kissing him.”
“And his body? Do you like his body?”
Nicole nodded and blushed. This big giant of a man, who claimed to be
her master, actually wanted to know what she thought. What could she tell Catherine? She studied her naked captor like she would a
work of art. He appeared to be no more
than thirty, perhaps in his mid-twenties.
He had white skin, not too pale, more like a faded tan and his broad
shoulders tapered to a narrow waist. His
hairless upper body was well formed and muscular, like statues of the ancient
Greeks, and not a modern day bodybuilder with exaggerated muscles. When Nicole lowered her eyes, she could see
his thick shaft standing at attention.
It jutted out from a nest of dark curls and she wanted to touch him, to
see what he felt like. She smiled and
thought of Goldilocks and the three bears.
His cock was not too big, not too small, but just right.
“Please stand up and turn around.”
He laughed at her request. Deep, full, and carefree, his laugh enchanted
Nicole.
“Trying to get away from me?”
“I wanted to see your butt. So far you’re a ten in my book and amazingly
perfect. I don’t think, I could tell
that to Cat, cause she’d be very jealous. And if not, she’d want to know who you are
and I don’t think I want to share you.
But then, I don’t even know your name.”
“My name is Michael, but you may
call me Master.”
He lowered his mouth and kissed
Nicole. She could feel the energy
between them. The ultimate chemistry
that her Aunt Danielle tried to describe that she felt between her and her
lifemate, Stephen. And it felt really,
really good. Michael claimed her,
branding her as his and she wanted him.
With fire and passion, Nicole returned the kiss and tried to signal that
she wanted more.
His free hand cupped a breast and he
kissed her cheek, her neck, pausing to lick and tease. The hand on her breast massaged gently. His talented fingers tweaked a nipple. She moaned and he circled the tip until it
hardened, signaling her readiness. He
lowered his lips and suckled her breast. His mouth, his fingers, his touch, all of him,
fed her arousal like never before. She
watched him tasting her. He raised his
green eyes. She thought Michael’s
possessive look and his mouth on her breast were the most erotic things she had
ever seen. She felt like a firestorm flowed
through her veins.
“Please…Michael…let me touch you.”
She wiggled under him, spreading her
legs and blatantly offering herself to this total stranger.
“Try again, slave.”
“Stop calling me that. I am not
a slave,” she hissed. “Get off me, if
you can’t treat me with respect.”
“Little one, so young and naïve, of
course you’re my slave. Call me Master
or you’ll earn your first spanking.”
“No!”
“I warned you.”
Michael easily flipped her over and
laid her across his lap. Wriggling and
squirming, Nicole felt his erection poking into her stomach and she couldn’t
get away. She wasn’t sure she wanted
to. Her hands were in front of her, held
in his left hand, and she was very aware of her nakedness. Very aware of her skin
touching his. He put his right
hand on the small of her back and pressed.
“That feels nice, slave, but you’d
best stay still for this.”
“Let me go!”
“That’s please let me go, Master,”
he corrected with a hint of laughter in his voice and she tried again. He was only playing, wasn’t he?
“Master Michael, please let me go.”
“And you’ll be a good slave.”
“Dammit! I am not
your slave! I’d be happy to be your pet,
but I’m nobody’s slave.”
“It’s all semantics, little
one. In time, you’ll understand that
it’s not the words, but what they mean.”
She shook her head, trying to get
him to understand, to see that this was wrong.
“No, it’s more than that. You can’t just come in my bedroom and declare
that I’m your slave, like I’m a piece of furniture with no value. I won’t be your play toy!”
“That’s enough, slave. I know your thoughts, but you don’t understand your own value.”
“Grrr!” She growled to emphasize her anger. “Let go of me!”
“I think not.”
His hand came down hard on her right
cheek and Nicole yelped into the bedding.
Another blow to her left cheek and she pressed her lips tightly
together. She wasn’t going to give him
the satisfaction of hearing her cry out.
Right cheek, left cheek, back and forth, his open hand spanked her
bottom over and over again in different spots.
It seemed he would never end. Nicole
found herself panting from the hits. The pain turned into something else. It turned into something that frightened
her. She shouldn’t like this, should
she?
Michael lightened the blows. Nicole’s head buzzed. Aware of his movements, of her own body reaching for sexual release, she struggled to stay in the moment. She felt high as if she floated and yet her groin was tingling, spreading warmth through her core. She whimpered in frustration. If he didn’t stop, he was going to make her come like this. It would be embarrassing for him to know what affect his actions had produced.
Just when Nicole thought she
couldn’t take it anymore, that the next blow would set off a climax, he
stopped. Sighing, she went limp. She felt his hand caressing her hot and swollen
bottom, then moving lower. He gently tapped
her inner thigh. Nicole parted her legs
and heard the sharp intake of his breath.
“Little one, you smell
delicious. This was supposed to be a
punishment.”
Now she was embarrassed. What could she say to defend herself? Nothing.
“Confused, slave? Not everybody enjoys playing rough. It’s a gift and I’ll cherish you more for
it.”
His hand spread the wetness on her
thigh. The pads of his fingers moved a
little higher and brushed across her tender lips. Nicole stayed absolutely still, her mind and
body fighting an inner battle. She
should try to stop him, but she wanted him to keep touching her.
Very lightly, Michael stroked the
wet lips of her sex and then brought his fingers to his mouth. Nicole turned her head to watch him, waiting
to see what he would do. Michael sniffed
his fingers. Watching her, watching him,
he licked them as if tasting a fine dessert.
“Mmm, sweet like honey. Have you ever tasted yourself?”
She shook her head. He lowered his hand, dipping into her wetness
again. Nicole couldn’t stop herself from
moaning as he stroked her clit. He
gently rubbed the little bud in small circles and increased the pressure when
she arched away from his hand.
“Don’t fight it, my pleasure
slave. I want you to come for me.”
“Not a … pleasure slave,” she denied
in a whisper as if reminding herself.
“I’m a … virgin.”
Michael found just the right spot
and pressed. Nicole whimpered. He’d just spanked her and she craved his
touch as if this was perfectly normal.
“Please…”
She paused in confusion, undecided
if she was asking him to stop or continue.
“Hush, let it wash over you. Give me your pleasure so I can taste it.”
There was a hint of compulsion to
his magical voice, yet still Nicole didn’t sense any danger. His hand fondled her and she stopped wanting
to think.
“That’s it, little one. Feel me touching you. Give yourself to me.”
The familiar sensation built in her core, just like when her vampire master fed from her. Nicole might be a virgin, but she wasn’t an innocent when it came to feeding her emotions to a demon. Her master wasn’t satisfied unless she climaxed for him when he fed. And now Michael, with his cool hands, was doing the same thing to her and she wanted to do his bidding.
His hand pressed a little harder. Shattering, calling out his name, she saw lights and rainbows. Before she could recover, Michael laid her on her back and nudged her knees open. Nicole stared into his eyes. Once green, they had turned golden and were glowing. His fangs had descended and she knew he was hungry, yet she had no fear. She thought him more attractive than before.
Once again, Michael captured her
hands and moved them over her head.
Nicole didn’t fight him. A
bemused look crossed her face. She
wondered why he felt it necessary to restrain her.
“Little one, you are mine.”
With a hand on her cheek, he used the words of
her family and claimed her. If she
acknowledged the claim, she would betray her master. She knew what he wanted. He wanted her to acknowledge the claim, to
willingly place herself under his protection.
She couldn’t do it. She belonged
to someone else. Tears welled up in her
eyes. Nicole wanted him, but Michael was forbidden. She shook her head and he kissed her, his
lips coaxing her to say what she couldn’t.
When he looked at her, she felt his vulnerability and anguish that she
would deny him.
He licked her neck, his words
registered somewhere in her mind, and she felt his fangs lightly skimming back
and forth. His cock pumped to the same
rhythm of his teasing and she ground herself into him. Nicole opened her eyes and saw the shadow at
the far end of the room. Her heart beat
wildly. She had sensed the danger far
too late.
“Please, Michael, stop! It’s not allowed. He’ll kill you.”
Terrified for her captor, Nicole panicked. Her fear replaced all sense of enjoyment, yet
she didn’t fear for herself. She’d seen
Nikolai tear vampires apart when his property or family was attacked. Michael was signing a death warrant for
attempting to stake his claim without a proper challenge.
“Please, Master, don’t hurt him! It was my fault!”
Nikolai grabbed Michael by throat
and pulled him away from her. Though
Michael was the larger of the two, the ancient Nikolai had age and power on his
side. Nikolai’s anger covered
Nicole. She screamed her throat raw
before everything went black.
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Her screams jolted Michael from his
deep sleep. He sat quickly, ready for a
fight. The bedchamber was empty, the magical
wards he used for protection were secure and in place. Michael laid down on his king-sized bed and
thought of the girl with strawberry-blond hair and deep blue eyes. The dream was too real. Her taste was on his lips and her scent on
his body. He looked at his erection,
expecting to see her virgin blood on his hard shaft and was relieved when it
wasn’t.
Somewhere, a girl was crying for him
and he would find her. No, more than a
girl. She was a brave tigress and a
young innocent all wrapped in a beautiful package. A treasure to be cherished
and protected. A
companion to savor. She was
steamy nights of hot sex and playful lovemaking and she wanted him. A mate for him? Was it possible after more than 800 years for
him to find someone who would love him and the demon within? More importantly, did he find someone that he
could love unconditionally?
Michael swore to himself. He’d been so hungry for her that he didn’t ask her name. And she didn’t think it. Replaying the dream, he looked for clues that would help him find his mystery virgin and felt a calm wash over him. The demonic part of him craved her as much as his soul. Michael decided to start his search with the only vampire he knew named Nikolai, his sire.
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