Chapter 17

HAVEN

Grace fell silent as I pulled the car into the garage. I never liked it when she got this quiet. It usually meant she was wrestling with something painful in her mind.

As soon as we stepped inside the house, I pulled her into my arms. She didn’t resist, but she didn’t melt into me like she usually did. She always loved being in my arms, so I knew something was bothering her.

“Talk to me,” I urged gently, letting my British accent slip through.

“I was... Are you going to turn me into a vampire and then leave me?” she asked, her honey-colored eyes meeting my green ones.

What? Where did that come from? Sure, I’d had relationships with some of the vampires I’d turned, but what Grace and I had was different. I’d never even let the others into my bedroom.

“Never,” I assured her, cradling her face in my hands. “You’re not like them. I turned them because I was bored and they wanted to be vampires. But you, you’re more special to me than that.”

“Really? But didn’t you date some of the vampires you turned? How am I different?”

“I won’t lie. I did have physical relationships with some of them, but what we have is different. You are...”

I hesitated. How would she react if I told her what she meant to me? Was it too soon? I was afraid she’d still have doubts if I didn’t make it clear. But I didn’t want to rush her. She was so young, and she already had enough issues with attachment. I didn’t want to add to her pressure.

“You’re my girl,” I finally said.

“You mean you don’t just want my body or my blood,” she teased.

“Oh no, love.” I chuckled. “I want all of you, regardless of whether you decide to become a vampire or not.”

“I have another question.”

“Go ahead.”

“The clothes in your closet, did you buy them for me? Or do you do that for all the people you turn?”

“I bought those clothes for you. And no, I’ve never done that before.” I smirked.

So, my Grace was the jealous type. She could be possessive with me. I didn’t mind. In fact, I loved it. It was a huge turn-on.

“Are you jealous, baby?” I asked, my voice husky as I tightened my arms around her.

“Yes, I didn’t know I was that type, but I am with you.”

Interesting... Maybe she was feeling our bond more than I thought.

“I should reward such good behavior,” I purred.

“I’m ready.” She smiled against my lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck.

I lifted her up, my hands under her thighs, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I carried her to the playroom and gently set her down in the middle of the room before pressing my lips to hers.

She moaned into my mouth as I parted her lips to explore her mouth with my tongue. I pressed my body against hers, and I felt her heat up under my touch, her scent filling the room. I was already addicted.

“Take off your clothes and get on the bed. Spread your legs and arms,” I whispered against her lips.

She nodded and began to undress, and I did the same, removing my shirt. I left my pants on because I planned to tease her a bit before taking her.

I went to the dresser and picked out a butt plug and a vibrator. When I turned around, Grace was spread out on the bed just as I’d asked.

I moved to the bed, and she looked back at me expectantly. She was doing as I asked by not meeting my gaze directly.

She was learning, and that pleased me. She was good at following instructions.

“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her hair.

I secured her to the bed with leather shackles. The inside was lined with wool so she wouldn’t hurt herself. The shackles were attached directly to the bed, and when I was done, I looked at my beautiful Grace.

“Does it hurt? You can answer,” I said.

“No, it’s perfect,” she replied.

“Good.”

I grabbed some lube, just in case, but she was so wet that I doubted I’d need it. We’d see.

I moved back to the bed and showed her the toys I’d chosen. Her eyes darkened with anticipation, and I could see her body shiver.

I let my hand slide along her folds, and she moaned. She was so wet that I wouldn’t need the lube.

I took the plug and coated it with her juices, slowly and gently preparing her. This wasn’t something you could rush, especially for a first time. When I felt she was ready, I inserted the plug.

She moaned and arched her back, straining against the shackles. I stroked her thighs to help her relax and adjust to the plug, then moved up to her soaked core. I began to rub her clit while sliding my fingers inside her, stretching her.

She cried out and clenched around my fingers. Her lips were parted in ecstasy, and her chest rose and fell with her rapid breathing. She seemed to have adjusted to the plug.

“Do you like it, Grace?” I asked, my voice low. “Answer me.”

“Yes, Master,” she moaned. “Please, more.”

“Of course, little slut.”

I withdrew my fingers, causing her to gasp in protest. I turned on the vibrator and pressed it against her clit, then plunged my fingers back inside her.

She screamed and tried to thrash against the vibrator. She was loving this, and her clenching walls were proof of how close she was to climaxing. It almost made me want to tease her.

The moment I sensed she was teetering on the edge, I withdrew the vibrator and my fingers, lightly teasing her entrance. Her clit was engorged, practically pleading for attention, but I decided to hold off for a bit longer.

Her breaths were coming in ragged gasps, her heart pounding so hard it felt like it might burst from her chest. I crouched down, her intoxicating scent wafting up from her pussy, making my cock twitch in anticipation.

“Beg for me to make you cum, Grace,” I demanded, my voice rough with desire.

“Please, Master. Please, let me cum,” she whimpered. “I can’t hold it anymore. I ~need~ you, Master.”

~Damn.~ She was so good at this.

I pressed the vibrator back against her clit and slid my fingers back inside her. She cried out, and I could feel her nearing the edge again.

“Master...”

“Cum for me, baby,” I commanded.

She climaxed hard around my fingers, and I replaced the vibrator with my tongue, lapping up her juices and prolonging her orgasm as long as I could. Once she’d come down, I unfastened the shackles around her ankles.

I quickly shed my pants and briefs, settling between her legs. My cock was throbbing with need, and only she could provide the relief I craved.

I grabbed a pillow, positioning it under her hips before entering her. She cried out, her pussy clenching around me so tightly I thought I might cum right then and there.

I reached for her nipple as I began to thrust into her with abandon. There was no room for gentleness tonight.

I drove into her, gripping her hips to keep her in place. The force of my thrusts and her wetness created a squelching sound.

Her moans grew louder, signaling another impending orgasm. I rolled my hips, pushing deeper inside her.

“Master!” she cried out. “I’m going to...”

“Cum with me,” I grunted.

She bit her lower lip, trying to control her body as I quickened my pace. Her walls were so warm, so wet, squeezing me so tightly that a single pinch of her nipple was all it took for me to climax, shuddering above her. She followed suit, screaming out in pleasure. I continued to thrust, slower now, letting her ride out her orgasm.

Once she’d come down, I kissed her neck, trailing my lips down to the two puncture marks at the base. She moaned again, her body trembling. She’d likely reached her limit for the night.

“I’ll take care of you now, love,” I murmured, my voice heavy with exhaustion.

She nodded and hummed in response, her body going limp beneath me. I loved how much she trusted me already, or maybe she was just too spent. Either way, it was fine by me.