Blood and Chains

Beautiful Mistakes

Before I knew it, it was later afternoon. I didn’t see or smell Flynn in the room. I walked down the stairs and saw the succubus Emmy at the counter chewing some bubble gum. She looked up at me, and gave me a wicked grin.

“He’s not here love.” she looked absolutely naughty with her smirk.

“Okay, where is he?”

“Hm,” she mused. “Maybe he is tied up to my bed and I’m just waiting until I am ready to devour him.”

Bored of this conversation, I start heading up back to the room.

“You know,” she called out, “you’d get him if you actually used your seductiveness.”

“No thanks.” I said bitterly.

“You’re a vampire, play with the big boys.” She smirked.

I didn’t reply to her, just went back upstairs.

I walked down the hall until I reached the third door on the left. The door was already slightly open, so I extended my hand to push it all the way. As the door creaked open, I could smell something. The scent of fresh water and an unidentifiable musk filled my senses as I stepped inside.

“When did he get in here, and shower?” I looked him over.

Flynn was sprawled on the bed, sheets tangled around his naked body, fast asleep. I couldn’t help but stare at his chiseled features, the muscles of his body, the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. He was an intoxicating combination of sin and innocence, danger and protection.

My heart was racing as I stood there, observing him. Deep down, I knew he would awaken at any moment, but in that moment, all I could see was red. For vampires like us, the color red didn’t just symbolize blood; it also represented desire and hunger. My feet seemed to move on their own, gliding me towards the bed where he lay, his neck tantalizingly exposed. As I leaned over him, my mouth instinctively opened and neared his neck with dangerous intentions.

“If you bite me, I might hurt you.”

I sat up straight, looking at him in horror. His eyes were still closed. I swallowed hard, looking at him.

“I wasn’t going to take blood from you,” I admitted.

“Then what were you doing?” He opened one eye.

“Nothing.” I swallowed again, trying to regain some control.

I took a deep breath to steady my nerves. “I just…I was admiring you.”

“Hmm,” he said nothing, closing his eye again.

I licked my lips, looking at him.

He sighed, “All right, you’re done looking.” In one fluid swoop he grabbed me and flipped me on my back on the bed.

I writhed and twisted beneath his weight, desperate to break free from his grasp and regain my composure. But he held me firmly in place, his body pressing down on mine, pinning me to the ground with an unrelenting force. As he leaned in close, his breath washed over my face like a scorching heat, sending shivers down my spine and igniting a fire within me. I could feel the intensity of his gaze burning into me, daring me to resist him. My heart raced with a mix of fear and desire as I waited for what would come next.

He pressed his lips against mine, and in that moment, nothing else existed. The faint scent of his scent mixed with the taste of his warm breath as our tongues dueled. together. His hand cupped my cheek, and I could feel the roughness of his calloused fingers against my skin. As he intensified the kiss, my body responded, and I felt a surge of heat between us. My hand wandered down to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his chest.

I let a moan escape my mouth as I tilted my mouth, to deepen the kiss. His hands wondered down my body, stopping down at my ass, pulling me up towards his pelvis. My leg wrapped around his waist, I could feel the heat pooling down below, the wetness begging to be released.

A small growl was heard from his throat as he broke the kiss, going down my neck. Then, with an open mouth, he gave me a sharp bite that sent shivers down my spine.

“f**k!” A cry escaped my lips as I felt the familiar rush of pleasure building inside me.

I knew that any second I would orgasm.

He gave a low chuckle, “Giving commands?” he teased, his mouth never leaving my neck.

“I’d tell you to do it if I was giving commands.”

“How about I give you commands then.”

I remained silent; my throat tight as I considered the commanding tone of his voice.

He sat up on his knees, looking down at me. His eyes were golden, and had that glaze look of lust. My eyes couldn’t help trail over his whole body. He was naked, but seeing his…

He gave another deep chuckle. “You’re drooling princess.”

He was an impressive size.

“Strip princess.”

“I’m on my back,” I snapped out of drooling long enough to give him some bratty comebacks.

“So?” He narrowed his eyes.

“So, I need help.”

“You’re being a brat.” He didn’t wait for me, just ripped my clothes to shreds.

“My clothes!” I yelled.

He laughed, “Shouldn’t have been a brat.”

“You’re buying me new clothes.” I raised my eyebrow to him.

He shrugged, leaning down giving soft nibbles to my neck. “We’ll see.”

He wasted no time before he forced my legs to spread for him. Flynn’s hands rested on my thighs, gripping them hard. He teased me with the tip, then paused.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, breathy.

“I want to,” he looked me in the eyes, “but we won’t go back if we do this.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, leaning up, my lips brushing against him. “I know.”

He smiled in the kiss, and in one swift thrust, he slammed into me. He was much thicker in me than I realized. I let out a gasp, arching my back.

“Damn it,” I said in a breath, not even sure I said words for him to understand.

He rolled his hips into me, my back arched more, my breasts going towards his mouth. Instinctively he took them in his mouth, biting my n****e. His hands moving up to my thighs as he continued to pound into me, my mind going blank.

He released me with a pop, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” He commanded.

I didn’t even argue, I just obeyed.

He gave a dark chuckle, “Good girl.” He took the poundings slower, but rougher. He took his manhood almost all the way out, then slammed into me deep.

I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking against him. His arms wrapped around me, holding me in place as he rocked into me, his hips slamming against mine. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I knew I was close.

“Harder...” I whispered, my voice hoarse with desire.

He slammed into me again, our bodies slapping together. I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the intensity building within me.

“Please...” I begged, my voice barely more than a whisper.

He didn’t say anything, just continued to f**k me ferociously. I could feel the heat building within me, the fire burning hotter and hotter. Then, without warning, it happened. My body convulsed, spasming around him as my orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave.

“f**k!” I cried out, my voice echoing through the room as I rode the wave of pleasure.

He gave out a loud groan, he spilled inside me.

The building pleasure within me crescendoed, and my body convulsed as I reached the peak of ecstasy. My breath came in ragged gasps, and my limbs trembled uncontrollably. Flynn’s chest heaved against mine, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he rode out his own release inside me. He leaned in close, his hot breath tickling my earlobe.

“Remember,” he whispered, “we’re never going back.”

His deep, gravelly voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn’t help but shudder in response. My heart raced, its beat erratic as a mix of fear and desire flooded through me. In that moment, with his words hanging heavy in the air between us, I knew that everything had changed.