[C] Need A Place To Crash

The young woman let out a needy, whimpering moan. Her hips rocked back so that his hand pressed against her more.

"When will we go all the way Cyneric? I'm ready. I'm so ready." She sighed out.

She wasn't sure why they hadn't had intercourse yet. Just oral sex and hand jobs and fingering. But no fucking yet.

She longed to feel his stiff manhood inside of her body. She wanted to feel him push and rock against her so hard it made the bed shake.

And now that her father wasn't here, they could do that. They could be as rough an loud as they wanted. The house was theirs, after all.

His lips curled upwards into a crooked smile.

"Do you think you can handle that, sweetheart?"

His fingers slid away from her womanhood to stroke over her thigh gently with feather-light touches.

"I play rough."

He kissed her cheek, peppering soft kisses along her jaw and down her throat.

"Do you like rough, sweetheart?"

In the time that she had been with Cyneric, she gathered he was rougher then most.  Just how rough he could be though, she wasn't sure.  

It sounded exciting .

And she wasn't a virgin either, so she didn't have to worry about him popping her cherry in a painful way.  

Her body shivered from his light touches and kisses.  

"I... I think so..." She said softly, hoping that she would not disappoint him.  Her head nodded a few times as she reassured herself.

I think so.

Thinking was always the start of great things.

He hoped she had the capability of standing a little rough play. He didn't want to drop her because she couldn't stand what he was going to give her.

"Shall we play a little roughly, then?" he purred, nipping her plump lower lip sharply.

Sonia's eyes widened when he bit her bottom lip sharply. She let out a squeak and tears welled up in her eyes.

But then she smiled and started to giggle. He wasn't kidding with her, was he?

"Let's play rough." She hissed with a sly smile. She leaned in and kissed at his neck, licking at it and then nipping at his earlobe with her teeth, giving it a tug.

Part of her was scared. She felt like she was taking a plunge into a dark room. It would either be wonderful, or horrifying.

But she cared about Cyneric so much, who she thought he was made it worth it.

And she had been known to pleasure herself while watching some S&M porn.

Would her fantasy become real life desires?

Tears welling up already?

Oh, he was going to have fun making her cry. If this was enough to make her well up, she was going to be in hysterics with some of the stuff he could do.

He rolled the two of them over, pinning Sonia down as he leaned down to kiss her deeply.

His hips rocked firmly against hers as he pulled her legs up around his waist, hiking her skirt up.

The girl let out another soft squeak as Cyneric rolled them both over and pinned her down.

Waves of thrill rushed through her. Oh fuck, she loved it when he took control like that.

He was so strong compared to her. She realized that if he wanted to torture her, kill her, whatever he wanted to do... he could do it, and easily.

She was like an animal, and he was a predator. She was caught, and now he would devour her.

Her legs hooked around his waist and she arched her back, pushing her breasts up.

She wanted this, she wanted this so badly.

Predator and prey.

That's what they were. There were no better words to describe them.

He was strong, she was weak.

He was hungry, she was food.

He was horny, she was oh so willing to provide for him.

"You're wearing too many clothes," he grunted softly as his hands slid under her skirt, massaging her cheeks firmly as his hips continued to rock against her.

"Up," he ordered, sitting up and dragging her up with him. "Lose everything but the skirt."

Sonia's lusty eyes hooded and she smiled as he pulled her up.

"You're so bossy." She giggled, unbuttoning her cardigan. She let it drop down and then pulled her tank top off. After that, her bra followed. Then her socks, then her panties.

Just as he had ordered, she was completely naked save for the soft red skirt that hung around her thin waist.

She twirled a strand of her hair around her finger and smiled at him with a girlish sense of innocence. She was very cute, that much was certain.

"You haven't seen bossy, yet, sweetheart."

Cy moved to take a seat on the edge of the bed in front of her, reaching out to slide a hand up her thigh, teasing her womanhood gently with the tips of his fingers.

"I want you to go find as many sturdy belts and ties and clothes pegs as you can and bring them back here."

His thumb rubbed against her clit gently as a finger teased her opening, not yet pushing into her.

Sonia cupped her breasts as Cyneric lightly fondled her woman hood. She wanted more of that, he was teasing her!

She nodded her head up and down, causing her pretty, sandy-blonde hair to tousle.

She hopped off the bed and ventured to her fathers room. She knew he had a few belts.

She never wore pants, in fact she didn't own a single pair, so as such, she didn't own any belts either.

She was able to find an entire bag of clothing pegs. These had her a bit worried. When she was little she put one of those on her nose, like they did in cartoons, and it hurt really bad.

She considered lying to Cy and telling him they didn't have any clothing pegs, but he'd seen the cloth hanger up in her backyard, so he'd know better.

She came back in the room with the belts and pegs and set them down on the bed in front of Cyneric. She looked at him with puppy-dog eyes.

"My father doesn't own any ties, but I have stockings and tights we can use instead." She offered.

His lips curled upwards when she returned with a bag of pegs and a few belts.

"Those'll do. Fetch."

The sooner they had the equipment, the sooner they could play.

The Vampire slid his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it over the bed's footboard.

Sonia scampered over to her dresser and pulled out some of her tights and socks that were sturdy enough to not rip.

She then padded back over to the bed and set them down with the rest of the things she had collected.

"Now what?" She asked, again twirling her hair with her finger. It was a habit she had.

"C'mere, sweetheart."

His hands found her hips, pulling her forwards between his legs. He leaned up to press soft kisses against her breasts, tongue flickering over her nipples.

"Tell me when this gets too rough. If it starts to get too uncomfortable, say yellow. When it gets to the point where you can't handle any more, red. I will stop everything I'm doing when you say red." Safe words were a necessity. He couldnt push her too far beyond her limit so soon.

He reached out blindly with one hand, delving into the bag and pulling out two pegs.

He pulled away form her breasts to clip one peg to each nipple, giving them a sharp flick.

"Don't these look pretty?" he purred, twisting the pegs slowly, watching the skin pull.

The Russian girl let out a soft purr as he kissed and licked at her bare chest. Her nipples budded from the sensations his tongue provided her.

She nodded her head in understanding, and she really appreciated the fact that he gave her the safe-words to use.

She hoped she would be tough enough to not have to use them.

But just the pegs on her nipples were enough to make her second guess herself. They clamped tightly to such a sensitive place on her body. She gasped and whimpered out in pain, covering her hand to her mouth.

Again her eyes filled to the brim with tears.

When Cy flicked the pegs, she closed her eyes tight, her cheeks blushy red. A soft cry muffled from behind her hand.

She wasn't going to call yellow yet, they'd only just started!

"You can work through this, sweetheart," he crooned softly.

His thumb rubbed against the skin around the peg gently, soothing her with gentle touches.

She just needed to get over the initial stab of pain.

When she could work through that, she could start taking more pain.

He knew that this would be a slow process. Teaching her to accept more and more would come with time. They had nothing but time to train her with.

She nodded her head, trying with everything she had to hold her tears back.

"I c-can." She breathed out, trying to sound reassuring. Though her voice was riddled with pain, and didn't sound convincing at all. Still, she didn't utter out red, much less yellow.

"C-Cy..." She moaned his name softly. She wanted to have sex with him. She wanted him to fuck her, even if he were to fuck her hard.

She wanted him inside her so, so bad.

The Vamprie leaned up to press a soft kiss to her lips.

His act was gone now. This wasn't 'Cy' the sweet, edgy young man that Sonia was falling in love with.

This was Cyneric; the Dom that took care of his subs well.

"You're doing so well, sweetheart," he praised, stroking her cheeks gently.

"I want you to bend over the bed and spread your legs for me, okay?"

She kissed him back, and to keep herself from removing the pegs, she balled her hands up into fists.

But his praise made her blood rush and her heart pound in elated joy. She smiled, still blushing furiously.

"Okay." She whispered, doing exactly as he said.

Her womanhood was still wet, still longing for him to fill her.

Cy stood smiled as he moved to stand behind her.

His hands stroked over her clothed hips as he looked down at her.

He flipped the skirt up so her backside was on show. "You have such a pretty little ass." His hands stroked her bare backside gently before one reared back and slapped her firmly.

His hand continued to slap her firmly, moving from one cheek to the other as the skin came up in pink and red prints.

Cy stood smiled as he moved to stand behind her.

His hands stroked over her clothed hips as he looked down at her.

He flipped the skirt up so her backside was on show. "You have such a pretty little ass." His hands stroked her bare backside gently before one reared back and slapped her firmly.

His hand continued to slap her firmly, moving from one cheek to the other as the skin came up in pink and red prints.

Though her eyes were filled with tears, the girl smiled. She loved the compliments and praises he gave her. It made her feel like he wouldn't leave her, that he was happy with her.

She realized how happy she was when he was happy. It was like bliss.

She gasped out with every smack and spank, but she found that she enjoyed the spanking much more then she did the pegs.

The tingling and slapping sensation made her slit even more glistening wet.

He didn't stop slapping her until her backside was a dark red.

His hand slid between her thighs, pushing between her folds to stroke her. Cy groaned softly.

"So wet."

His finger rubbed in circles, teasing her sensitive flesh.

He pushed a finger into her slowly.

Every movement caused Sonia to still feel the clothing pegs clamped to her nipples.

She was sure that they were a dark red by now, matching her backside.

"I want you Cyneric. I want you so bad." She moaned out, the insides of her thighs twitching as he fondled her and pressed a finger inside of her.

"I can feel that," he purred softly.

She was so wet for him.

He pulled his finger out of her, reaching forwards with his clean hand to pull her head back by her hair. He rubbed his wet finger against her cheek, smearing her juices over her skin with a purr.

"How much do you want me, sweetheart?"

He pressed his clothed arousal against her backside, grinding firmly as he kept his grip in her hair.