Page 49 of The Vampire’s Prey

"Stop thinking and just give yourself to me." He growls, grabbing my wrists and pinning them behind my back.

His hands are a flurry of movement behind me. I try to break from his grasp but already know it's a losing battle. I cannot best him in strength alone. Adrian keeps his grip on my wrists but leans back far enough to look at me.

"Do not move, or you will regret it."

Fear starts to climb back up into my throat. Is this it? Is he going to kill me now? He lets me go, but I don't dare move. I watch him back away and grab for a bag that's sitting behind him. The zipper is loud in the silent room. Every inch of me is coiled and prepared to spring if he decides to attack. Several bundles emerge from the bag, and Adrian settles them around him between us. After staring at them for a moment, I can tell they're rope but not much else.

"Do you know why I have you here with me? In this house?" He murmurs, taking one bundle and easing a loop through a bit of coiled rope. With a flick of his wrist, the bundle goes flying from his hand and straightens out into two straight lines of rope.

"I can't even begin to imagine," I whisper, my eyes never leaving his fingers.

"That is the problem, isn’t it. You cannot even imagine why someone would want you. That is a problem I am going to rectify."

He circles back behind me, bringing the rope in tow. The texture has a slight roughness to it, but it's not uncomfortable as he binds my wrists together behind me. Sighing, I can feel the same sense of calm that settled over me at the club when he tied my wrists down to the spanking bench. His breath stirs my hair as he leans forward, bringing the rope around and under my breasts. He cinches it tight, stealing my breath away. He keeps speaking to me in low, murmuring tones, but my brain isn't registering it. A haze creeps into my brain as he keeps winding the rope around me, cocooning me. I feel like I'm falling and flying all at the same time.

I feel him pause for a moment and settle in behind me. His body rises and falls against my wrists as he sits there, letting me feel the ropes about me. I test my bonds, not at all surprised that they don't give. Flexing out my arms, I feel the ropes tighten further about me, the bite increasing with every move I make. I can move, but just barely, and every movement I make makes the harness feel a bit more uncomfortable.

"Were I in your position, I would hold as still as I could. But then again, since I’m the one who put you there, I would be remiss if I didn’t tell you how your squirming delights me to my core.”

His fingers slide over my arms and down to my wrists. I feel him testing how tight everything is. He must be satisfied because he changes course and wraps his arms around my waist as best as he can with my arms in the way. I sag against his chest, grateful to feel something solid behind me, something to ground me to the earth. I feel as though my body is trying to float away, no matter how hard I'm trying to keep it here with me.

"Tell me something," he whispers in my ear as his hands come up to cup my breasts.

I groan and lean further back into him, offering myself up like a sacrifice.

Chuckling, he pinches my nipples hard, surprising a squeak from me. "How does it feel to know that I can have my way with you—do anything to you—and you are powerless to stop me."

Groaning, I arch up to him even further. The sharp pain rolls through my body, setting my nerves on fire.

"You know how good it feels.” I barely recognize my own voice. It’s thick and relaxed...seductive. “Why should I have to tell you?"

His hands leave my body in a flash, and within moments, one hand is sliding into my hair while his other arm encircles my waist, drawing me up flush with his body. Tightening his grip, Adrian brings my head back and turns it so that I'm looking at him. "Stop with this act. You do not have to fight me at every turn.” He skims further down and eases a finger inside me. The thrusts are shallow, enough that I can feel him inside, but not enough to ease the burning ache that fills me. "This tells me all I need to know about you," he murmurs, his finger sliding in and out, eased by my copious lubrication. "Your body wants me. But that is not enough for me. I want your mind, heart, and soul too. I brought you here, hoping being away from your demons, your rules, would allow you to find who you are and embrace it. This woman you present is a facade. I see right through you."

His finger increases its speed but stays hovering near my entrance. It's torturous. Grunting in frustration, I angle my hips up, trying to draw him even deeper inside. The moment I register that he's pulled out, a stinging slap to my outer lips brings me back to reality.

"That hurts!" I screech, trying to pull away. Unfortunately, his body blocks my path backwards. Squirming, I try to move to the side, but the ropes hold me firm, keeping my movements to a minimum. Before I can open my mouth, a flurry of swats land.

Howling in pain, I buck against him, trying to throw him off. He doesn't even budge.

"I believe," he whispers into my ear, voice as calm as a glass-smooth lake, "I told you not to move. Now, please be a good girl for me and keep still.” His fingers lightly skim across the hot, swollen flesh before easing back inside of me. "You are even wetter than before.” Adrian brings his fingers up to his lips and slowly licks them clean. "I do believe you like me causing you pain, my pet. But don’t worry, I love to see you in pain; in that way, we are two halves of the same whole.

I can't help but clench as arousal flows through me. As much as I hate it, he's right. "What's wrong with me?" I whisper, unable to stop myself.

"My pet," he murmurs, bringing his arms around me. "There is nothing wrong with you. Everyone enjoys pleasure in different ways. This one happens to be yours. Lucky for you, you have a delightful sadist to show you all the pleasures of this new world.”

His grip tightens as he brings me over to my side before laying me down on my back. The carpet bites into my hands, but it's not as intense as the ropes creaking and settling against my body. Adrian lifts up my neck and upper back and slides a pillow underneath me, easing the burden a bit. Though I'm up a little higher, I still can’t see what Adrian's doing, but I can hear more rope being shuffled around. My ears strain in the silence for anything that can give me a clue to what he might be doing. Before too long, I feel another length of rope being tied around my ankle.

Adrian moves in silence, swift and efficient. He brings my ankle up to meet the back of my thigh with a one, quick yank of his rope. The scrape of the rope as he winds in about my calf sends pleasure directly to my core. In and out his fingers weave the rope tight against me.

The coarse fibers tickle my senses as he pulls, tugs, and adjusts. After he finishes with that leg, he moves on to the other. His fingers fly against me with the rope, but every second feels like eternity to me. Time slows like molasses dripping out of the jar at Christmas. I feel warm and safe snuggled inside my ropes.

As with my arms, I test my legs. I can move a little, but the discomfort is enough that I don't want to push the boundaries. His presence is like a weight in the room. I feel him in front of me, waiting, watching. The ropes seize up around me as I try to wriggle around to see him. Defeated, I give up and lie there. Our breathing is the only sound in the room. Closing my eyes, I sigh as liquid warmth fills my body.

"That is it, my pet. Just relax. I will take good care of you."

Snorting, I try to hold back my laughter.

"Do you actually think it’s a good idea to mock me right now? Helpless as you are?