How do you restrain a vampire who has superhuman strength? You have to get creative, of course. Here is an excerpt that shows a little of Eric’s creativity. (If you haven’t come straight here then you’ll need to click the “Read More” tag to read the excerpt.)
Kendra undressed, folding her clothes neatly and putting them on the small sofa by the door and then walking back to the bed and standing beside it. When she heard him coming back down the steps she put her hands behind her back and looked down.
“Beautiful Kendra. You are stunningly beautiful.”
He walked to the foot of the bed and threw something on it. She wanted to look but kept her head where it was.
“You may look up now, Kendra.”
Damn, looking up was harder than she thought it would be. Having her naked and him fully clothed was, well, it forced her to acknowledge that she had handed power over to him. She looked up and looked into his eyes and knew she had the eyes of a submissive when she did it. She’d been on the receiving end of those eyes enough that it was very hard to realize that she was giving them to someone now. But she wanted to be here, with him, doing this. It was hard, but it was turning her on. He was turning her on. His strength and control, not to mention she could smell his arousal and hear the change in his heartbeat when he walked in and saw her. Her submission did that to him. Wow, she‘d known there was power in submission, but this was a reminder that submission gave a different kind of power.
He gave her a gentle smile. “I realize that under normal circumstances it isn’t safe for a submissive to allow herself to be tied up by someone she just met. But these aren’t normal circumstances since you can use your mind thing to call Abbot if you want and then he’d probably kill me, or maybe just make me wish I was dead, if he found out I hadn’t respected a safeword. I think it will be easier for you if you are restrained. You are having trouble submitting, and I want to free you so you don’t have a choice anymore – not unless you want to tell me about storm clouds, of course. And that’s the way it will be if I tie you up, if you say raindrops I will back off on the intensity of whatever I’m doing, but I won’t untie you unless you call storm clouds and then the scene will end.”
Kendra didn’t have a problem with that. It might take her a few minutes, but she could break out of being tied up with rope. She wasn’t afraid of giving up control by being tied with rope because rope couldn’t really hold her.
Eric continued, “Before you tell me if you are comfortable being tied up, you should know that this is heavy duty rappelling rope meant for rescue operations.” He pointed to one of the bundles. “You aren’t supposed to put more than fourteen hundred pounds on this rope, but it has been lab tested to hold up to sixty-five hundred pounds.” He pointed to the other bundle. “That one has been tested to hold up to nine thousand pounds.”
Shit. Depending on how he tied her up, there was a good chance she would not be able to get out of it. And Abbot had warned him not to tie her off to anything, so he’d probably just tie legs to ankles or something to immobilize her. And she figured he’d know how to tie a knot that would hold, considering he boated and rappelled.
“Kendra, look back down at your feet please and listen to me a moment.” He waited for her to look down and then continued, “I want to free you from the conflict you feel about submitting so you can enjoy what I do to you – both the painful parts and the pleasant parts. I promise to give you both pain and pleasure tonight, and I promise to respect your safewords. If you need to stop and talk about something we will, if you need for the scene to stop then it will stop. But I think you need help getting jump started into submission. You need to be restrained. Do you trust me to restrain you?”
“I’m scared… but I trust you. Sir.”
“I kind of want you a little bit scared, but only scared of the unknown, not scared for your safety. I don’t want you terribly afraid. Can you tell me which kind of scared you are?”
“Scared of the unknown, Sir.”
“One more question, look at me for this one, please? I should have asked you this before we started the scene. Don’t answer this one with Sir, I’m not asking you this question as a submissive, okay?”
“How far do you want me to go tonight? Are you ready for sex? Or should I stop before we reach that point?”
Kendra smiled. “The whole drinking your blood and making our auras mix thing usually happens after sex, so I think it’s pretty safe to say if I felt close enough to you to drink your blood the way I did that we’re close enough for sex.”
He grinned. “Not quite the answer I’d have expected, and certainly one I’ve never had before. But, I think you are right, that act seemed to be as intimate as sex, maybe even more so. Anything else you want to say before I ask you to you climb on the bed so I can restrain you?”
“Yes. I can’t get diseases and can’t act as a carrier either unless I go immediately from one person to another. Which I have not done tonight, obviously. I also can’t get pregnant, so a condom is not necessary. If you want to use one anyway I’ll understand, but, it’s really not needed.”
“Please turn and face the bed, legs apart.”
When she did he picked up one of the ropes and tied it around her thighs, binding them together with several strands and then knotting it in the front between her legs. He tossed the rest of the rope up towards the other end of the bed and told her to lay down. This put her laying down on the line of rope, with the bulk of the rope in it’s neat loop up above her head.
“Hands in reverse prayer please.”
Reverse prayer is just what it sounds like, your hand are palm to palm, facing up, between your shoulder blades. She put her hands into position and he pulled the rope down tight across one shoulder and bound it around her wrists several times and then somehow knotted it again without cutting it off. If she tried to stand up or in any way move her hips back it would pull her arms up painfully towards the back of her head. And with the rope tied so high up her thighs she couldn’t get the leverage to try to pop the ropes open down there. She couldn’t pull her arms down enough in back to get enough leverage there to pull them apart, either. This wasn’t just about the strength of the rope, but the way he put her into it.
He wasn’t done yet, he went back up over her other shoulder with the rope and then tipped her sideways just a little to run the rope back down towards her waist again. He looped it through the ropes there and then went down to her feet and wound the rope around her ankles ten times before making another knot. She knew it was ten times because she counted all ten times silently in her head, knowing with each additional circuit that the odds of her breaking the rope were much worse.
Kendra knew she wasn’t getting out of this. And she was suddenly very scared.
She felt his hand on her lower back, gentle. He reached up to her hands and felt of them. “I know Abbot said I don’t have to worry about circulation, but I have to ask anyway. Is anything too tight? I went around your wrists and ankles more than I would have for a… more than I normally would. I need to be sure it’s okay.”
“It’s okay. I can completely stop my circulation for years and hibernate if I need to. Pieces of me won’t fall off and die if they go without adequate blood supply for a little while.”
She felt a slap on her bottom and then he was speaking in a warning voice. “You’ve only got one rule right now Kendra. Did you forget something?”
“Sir. My circulation is okay, Sir.”
He walked to a chest that she could see in her line of sight and opened it. She saw floggers hanging from the back and lots of drawers down below. She saw him turn around with a butt plug and immediately said “raindrops”. He stopped and looked at her, sat the plug down on top of the shelf, and came to her. He knelt down and said “What is it, Kendra.”
“I haven’t had anything in my ass for over a thousand years. I don’t eat solid food, so it hasn’t even been used as a human would normally use it. I’m not telling you it’s off limits, but I am saying that plugs probably are at this point. Even small ones. Sir.”
“Okay, thank you for telling me. We’ll work on that later, but we will work on it until you are ready to be taken in the ass. I’m going to spank you now. I’m going to give you two strikes with a slapper that will hurt. One on each cheek. And then I will back off and warm you up properly before being harsh again. I intend to use the slapper to warm you up, and then a variety of floggers. Depending on how you respond I will finish with either a belt or cane. Is there any reason for me to not use any of those particular implements?”
“The cane? Sir? I thought you were going to go easy on me at first?”
“I am, I said I would use it or the belt depending on how you respond. I will have you warmed up by then, I’m not going to give you more than you can handle. If you aren’t responding like you are enjoying the pain I won’t use it. I know it’s hard, we haven’t built up much trust yet, but I need you to trust me. Okay?”
“I know.” He stood and turned back to the chest, then picked a slapper up and turned back to face her. “You didn’t say Sir, Kendra. Again. Two strikes that will hurt has turned into six strikes that will hurt, three on each cheek, and then I’ll warm you up properly.”
He walked behind her and without warning there was a hit to her right cheek and then her left cheek. They stung like crazy, and the pain lingered a lot more than Kendra thought it should. Damn, that hurt. And then he did it again, this time right then left. She wasn’t breathing. She didn’t really have to breathe, other than the need to talk, but her not breathing worried Eric.
“Kendra, you need to breathe.”
“Sir, actually, I don’t. Sir. I mean, if I’m going to talk then I do because my voice box needs air going through it to make sound. But, I can shut down bodily functions at will, so I don’t really need to breathe, Sir.”
The last two hits were applied to her ass. Much harder than the other four. She gasped at the intensity, and felt the burn just grow worse for about fifteen seconds before starting to back off.
“Okay then, now I’ll warm you up. When I get back up to strikes that are the intensity of the two you just received I’ll tell you so you can compare what you can take cold compared to what you can take warmed up.”
He started in with the slapper again, in a regular rhythm. Not really hard enough to hurt, but hard enough to cause just a little discomfort. He probably gave her thirty strikes at that intensity before he started making them harder, and though Kendra knew the strikes were harder, they didn’t hurt. In fact, she thought it was starting to feel good. She tried to move her hips around some but felt the ropes tugging at her hands over the tops of her shoulders. Another thirty strikes later she could tell the hits were getting harder again, but they didn’t really hurt, they almost felt good. And to make matters worse, she was getting hornier and hornier. She realized at some point that it wouldn’t take much for her to come. She desperately wanted something inside of her to help her come.
“Kendra, these hits are the same intensity as the ones I gave you at the beginning.”
Wow, these didn’t hurt. Was that really possible? This felt good, and those first strikes had really hurt.
He stopped and reached down to feel of her. “You are soaking wet Kendra, you liked that, didn’t you.”
No sense telling a lie about it. “Yes Sir, I think I did.”
“You’re ready for a flogger now. I can give you a better rhythm with it. I’m not going to restrict your orgasms today, so if you want to orgasm you are free to do so. You don’t have to warn me or ask me or anything. It won’t always be that way, but I think that for today you’ve got enough other things going on.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
By then he’d walked to the chest and then walked back behind her. “Here it comes.”
The first few strikes weren’t very hard at all. And then he started in with a nice rhythm with a good bit of force behind it. It hurt, but it felt good a lot more than it hurt. As he kept it up, the rhythm of it combined with the pain/pleasure part of it had her so close to orgasm she couldn’t stand it. But she couldn’t bring herself to ask for help orgasming, either. And then suddenly he stopped and she moaned that he’d stopped.
“You want more pain, don’t you Kendra.”
Damn, he was right. She didn’t just want it, she needed it.
“Yes, Sir. I do.”
“I think you’re ready for the cane now.”
Here is the blurb:
Kendra has lived as a vampire for thousands of years, and she’s been a Domme for the past thousand years. But then she falls for a human man who happens to be wired as a Dom. Neither is interested in a switch relationship, but neither is willing to give up their Dom side, either. They have strong feelings for each other, can they make it work? As Eric learns about the world of vampires and decides whether he can deal with it or not, the other vampires have to figure out whether they can deal with Kendra, their third in command, submitting to a human who some of them feel is so far beneath them on the evolutionary ladder. Can Kendra and Eric battle all of this to find happiness?
Warnings:This title contains consensual BDSM (both M/f and F/m), bondage, mild discipline, use of toys including anal plugs, cuffs, floggers, and canes.