Sweet Lullaby

Chapter Three

Cierra came to consciousness slowly. Along with the return of her consciousness, memories from the previous night came as well.

Cierra hit the soft sheets of Hunter's bed within seconds of them entering her home, their lips connecting feverishly. She shuddered as she felt the other woman's fingers slip underneath the fabric of her shirt, having already unbuttoned her jeans without her noticing. Hunter's tongue danced expertly with her timid one, tasting of something that Cierra couldn't give a name to, but that was no less intoxicating.

Wrapping her arms around Hunter, Cierra reached up to tangle her fingers in her dark curls in order to bring her closer.

Her body tingled, her muscles slightly tight from the aftermath of the previous night's activities. It wasn't a bad feeling, in fact, it made her heart beat a little faster. She'd slept with a woman. Her mind reeled in confusion as it tried to reject the fact; she wasn't gay. She'd never experimented with a woman, never even kissed one.

That thought soon became the least of her worries as she lifted her hand to try to brush her hair from her face, only to find that her arms were bound by cuffs to the headboard behind her.

"What are you doing?" The question came out fast and breathy as Cierra felt cool metal circling her wrists, binding them to the headboard. Alertness began to seep into her system, but it was soon lost yet again as she felt Hunter's lips against the heated skin of her neck.

"I need control when we do this, gorgeous. Don't worry, I'll let you free when it's over." She promised, but there was a glint in her smokey eyes that suggested otherwise.

Had Cierra been in her right of mind, she would have noticed.

However, she wasn't, and so she didn't, tilting her head to the side to give Hunter more access. The woman wasted no time, all but ripping her jeans off, leaving her in her purple push up bra and matching panties. She drug her nails down the skin of Cierra's stomach, digging them in deeper the farther down she reached, stopping just at the band of her underwear.

Cierra squirmed, a soft mewl escaping her lips. Hunter's eyes flashed up to hers, something within their depths that Cierra hadn't seen before. It was something primal and dangerous; demanding to be released.

Her heart beat a little faster at the sight of this.

"Because this is your first time," Hunter paused, leaning forward so that they were nose to nose, "I'll be as gentle as possible with you. However, I will leave marks. And you, you're going to just lay here, and take everything I've got to give you." Her tone caused Cierra to bite her lip as she felt heat gathering between her thighs. However, she didn't know just what she was getting into.

"Hunter?" Her arms felt sore from holding the position for so long. She glanced around the room, spotting articles of clothing tossed carelessly along the hardwood floors, the sheets bunched up, just barely covering her waist, but no key.

The Detective honestly had no idea of whether or not to be troubled. She hadn't had any one night stands to compare to her current situation, and thus didn't know what was normal. Should Hunter have left the key lying about? She had heard stories of it being lost in the heat of the moment and opted to believe that was what had occurred, rather than assuming the worst.

A cry escaped Cierra as she felt a pair of sharp teeth nip into her neck just hard enough to draw blood, but it soon turned into a moan as she felt a hot tongue move along the wound to clean it of the crimson substance. Hunter's nails dug into the soft flesh of her thighs to the point of pain, her body nestled comfortably between the other woman's legs.

Cierra should've been protesting; demanding for Hunter to be more gentle. However, to her shock, she wanted this. She wanted the painful pleasure that Hunter was giving her; she wanted her to leave marks. The feeling curling up within her was something she didn't understand; something raw and hungry that caused all words to leave her.

A door opening roused Cierra from her thoughts, her gaze moving towards the familiar dark-haired beauty that had entered the room.

Hunter felt good. Better than she had in awhile, actually. And it all stemmed from the woman still handcuffed to her bed. She took a moment to check her out before addressing her, knowing that as soon as she did, certain hell would break loose.

Her eyes, colored cinnamon in the light from the lamp, were focused completely on her. Hunter's lips pulled up into a slight smirk as she remembered the layer of lust that had been in their depths the night before. She was still restrained, giving Hunter a delicious view of her chest. She hummed in satisfaction at the distinct bite marks that peppered her body, along with a few bruises here and there.

Grasping the mug of caramel colored coffee in her grasp, she sipped at it before speaking. "Good morning, Cierra."

The woman stirred at the sound of her voice. "Morning. Uh, can you un-cuff me? I've got to get to work."

Hunter chuckled softly, coming to sit beside Cierra. She trailed her fingers along the edge of the other woman's jaw, gently grasping her chin to force her to meet her gaze.

She should've been dead. Barely any had ever lived through a night with Hunter Drakes, besides Catherine and her previous lover, but that was another story completely. Either she would get too excited and bite a bit too hard, or she simply got bored and drained them. She could be defined as a Sadist; she, however, didn't much care for the label as she felt that it lent too much humanity to what she did. In her own right, Hunter was exactly what she had been named; a hunter. A primal beast in the form of a somewhat human body. She loved biting and tearing into her victims, allowing that side of her to rein supreme.

She'd managed to control herself the night before because she planned on keeping Cierra. Something about the way she was had Hunter reeling, and she didn't want to damage her goods beyond repair just yet.

"You won't be leaving."

Cierra laughed nervously, tugging on her restraints. "Very funny."

Watching her with a patient look, Hunter took another swallow of the brown liquid in her cup. Swirling it around the edges, she sighed.

"It's not a joke, little one. You see, you've managed to capture my interest unfortunately enough for you, so I'm going to keep you."