[50kinkyways - Tara/Lindsey] - Boomerang
Title: Boomerang [You’ll always come back to me]
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: Tara/Lindsey - Vamped
Prompt: 28 - Dominant
Big Damn Table: [ Here]
Word Count: 9464
Rating: NC-17 - Bring on the kink. Nothing but pure smut [with a storyline]
Beta: None, I was impatient
Disclaimer: I don’t own them - I wish I did - Joss is apparently god. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and your entertainment.
Author's Notes: If you’re looking for vanilla, go elsewhere. It’s not in this fic. This is for my Lindsey [Meg]; only you can make a good girl like mine, this dirty. *smirk*
The methodic grinding of the train car was the only sound that filled Tara’s ears, drowning out the giggles of the two children playing a few seats ahead, the attending that was walking the isle and offering drinks; even the young couple that whispered softly of their wedding plans.
Roughly Tara ran her fingers through her hair, inhaling the smell of stale food and body odor, but she didn’t notice it as her mind raced almost as fast as the train car. Her own mind was filled with it’s own noise from the past two years, memories and regrets of her own actions filling her mind.
Three days on this train from London, away from Ipswich and the life she had with Spike. “What life?” a bitter laugh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes against the darkened sky, her fingers reaching up to touch the small silver necklace that hung between her breasts.
She sunk down in the seat, wedging her jean-covered knees against the back of the seat in front of her, the cool leather of her jacket brushing against her skin. Tara felt the cool air from the air-conditioner hit her face as she stopped resisting her mind and let the memories take her back, hoping that it would help her find her way when even now as she headed back to Venice, she didn’t know what she’d say to Lindsey when she finally found him.
Her biggest fear was that he’d have someone new, a new playmate to walk the night with, the way they used to before she left…
”Lindsey, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want, darlin’?”
“Virgin.” A wicked smile came to her lips. “I want a schoolgirl tonight…we can take her together.”
“I just wanna watch tonight baby, I love seeing you work.”
A sudden jolt broke Tara from her light sleep, her eyes opening as she saw they reached the train’s final destination. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she got up and quietly made her way out of the train car, taking note of the passengers that brushed by her.
It didn’t take Tara long to get her one bag from baggage, find herself a quick - easy to catch - meal before heading towards the small town where she knew he’d be. The morning was fast approaching but years of experience told her that with the overcast she’d be safe a while longer.
Adjusting her jacket she dug her hands into her pockets, feeling the weight of her backpack pressing into her shoulder as she neared the address written on the crumpled paper in her pocket.
When she turned the corner, Tara stopped in her footsteps for a moment, rolling her shoulders before she walked up the stone walkway to the door. She could have sworn if she had a heartbeat that it would be pounding in her chest right now.
The feeling inside of Tara was foreign to her; the way her insides almost vibrated with each step she took up to the wooden door. It was so unique feeling to her that it made her stop in her tracks and wrap her arms around her waist. Her face twisted, her eyes closed as she tried to rid herself of this feeling that began to plague her.
The features of her face twisted from pain to an ironic smile before turning to calm as she realized the feeling she felt. Guilt mixed with nerves. It had been over a decade since she’s felt these things and now they’re rushing back to her like a Mac truck going full speed into her.
After taking a moment for herself she finally stepped towards the apartment door. She knew he was there, she could feel him, but found herself almost unable to knock. Tara hated not knowing what was on the other side of that door.
It felt like forever until the door swung open, a half naked muscled figure standing there, a confused and angry glint in his eyes as he took in the sight of his Sire. It was Lindsey’s turn not to trust his voice as he watched her, both of them staring and unable to speak.
“Lindsey,” she finally whispered.
“Nice to see your memory isn’t fading,” his tone was bitter as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, halfway blocking the entrance to the apartment. “Where’s your boy?” Lindsey didn’t dare look away from her, even to see if Spike was lurking behind her somewhere.
Without missing a beat she spoke, swearing her heart was in her throat. “I’m looking at him.” Tara could feel the anger rising in him as he uncrossed his arms and gripped the edge of the door; she waited for him to slam it.
But it never came.
“Sun’s coming up,” he said simply, the tension between them obvious. “I don’t feel like cleanin’ up your ashes later.” With that he moved to allow her entrance into the apartment.
With slow measured steps Tara entered, looking around and knowing that everything was new, but it was all the same way she remembered. The way she remembered him. Lindsey closed the door behind her and reached his hand out - almost like a reaction - to take her bag and place it in the corner.
Silence filled the room as they stood there - not even a foot apart - both unsure of what to say or where to start. The one question that rang loudly in Lindsey's head was one she wasn’t ready to answer. She hadn’t found the right words to tell him everything inside her.
The instant Tara opened her mouth to speak Lindsey grabbed her arm roughly and slammed her into the living room wall with a loud crack. “You bitch,” he growled as he watched her slender body hit the wall, her waist length blonde hair falling out of the makeshift ponytail she had it in. Lindsey’s hands slammed against the wall on either side of her body, trapping her and leaving her to stare up at him with deep blue eyes. Violently he fisted his hand in her hair and pressed himself against her, dipping his face down to kiss her hard. “You fucking bitch,” he muttered against her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his other hand found it’s way around her waist. “You vicious bitch, I missed you.”
Even as her body responded to him, she still had that feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wrapped her arms around him and gripped the edge of his worn jeans, keeping him tightly to her body even as he verbally and physically assaulted her. “Lindsey,” she moaned brokenly against his lips as he pulled her bottom lip with his teeth, another low growl in his throat.
It was almost like ice water was dumped on them when he recoiled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he was trying to rid himself of something vile, looking at her wild eyed and angry. “Not this time. I won’t be your fall back, Tara. I’m not the puppy I once was.” She was the one that changed that. He watched her closely as her own fingers touched her lips, wondering if they were really touching a moment ago.
A feral growl escaped his lips as his nose was invaded with nothing but the smell of Spike all over her. Roughly, he thrusted his arm out and wrapped it tightly around Tara’s neck, keeping her from moving or looking away from him. “Why the fuck are you here?” She opened her mouth to speak but a rough jerk from Lindsey caused her to quickly close it. “For once tell me the god damn truth.”
Tara’s hands went up to Lindsey’s fingers as they tightened around her throat, keeping her trapped against the wall. “Let go,” she growled, prying his fingers away and shoving him away from her. “You’re asking something of me that I don’t even have the words for.”
“You have the nerve to ask me to be fair to you, Tara? You leave me and tell me that you need him then show up here years later as if nothing happened?!” his voice rose with each word, the anger more than clear to them both.
She felt broken and maybe even defeated when she finally started to speak. “I can’t explain it, when I lost my soul I needed him. I thought I needed him.” Tara started walking around the room, her fingers tracing over the edge of the bookcase; feeling Lindsey’s eyes on her. “I couldn’t not be with you anymore.”
“That’s a crock and you know it.” A cruel smile came to his lips. “Were you tired of being his second fiddle? His second choice ‘cause he couldn’t have Dru back? Human or not, you’ll always be-” Lindsey’s words were cut off as one of his table lamps came sailing at his head. “Guess I hit a nerve.”
Fury filled every inch of Tara’s body and she glared at him. “Just like I was second to you.”
“Second?”
“I’d never be anything to you compared to Angel and we both know it.” The words slapped him and he just looked at her. “You always want what you can’t have Lindsey.”
His eyes narrowed and he stepped towards her. “I guess you’re right. I’ve always wanted you; since the day you walked into the bar.” He stood inches from her, brushing her hair away from her face. “Knew I wanted you even more when you turned me.”
“It was a mistake, I never wanted to turn you.”
“You saved me darlin’, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” his voice dropped down and for the first time it was void of anger. “You freed me, baby.”
Tara looked at him long and hard. “I damned you like Spike damned me. I threw you into the one thing that I was desperate to claw my way out of.” She moved closer to him, her hands tentatively resting against his cool chest. “I had a soul.”
“You were sick,” Lindsey whispered, his hand touching her cheek as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “Then you got better; things were great then…”
“Until I left, I know.” Pulling herself closer to him as he tugged her towards the nearest chair, sitting down in it and pulling Tara down with him. “I can’t explain it, I didn’t want to go but I felt I needed to. I know I needed to.” The anxiety started to fade in her body and Tara rested her head on his shoulder, pressing her nose against his sire bite. “He’s my Sire and…” She shrugged. “I was drawn to him.”
Lindsey’s grip tightened on her and he pulled her to face him. “How the fuck do you think I felt? You left me.”
“I’m sorry, Lindsey.”
Those words angered him once again and he roughly gripped her face again, forcing her to face him. His eyes got darker and the words he spoke were more demanding then the plea that was in his eyes. “I’m going to ask this once and I want the truth. Why are you here?”
“I was homesick.” Those three simple words that would break any man by the look in her eyes.
“What makes you so sure this is home?”
“You’re here. You’re my home.” Tara’s lips crushed against his and this time she took control of the kiss, digging her fingers in his hair and pouring everything she had into the kiss. Hoping somehow that he could read her through her actions.
Using his strength, Lindsey gripped Tara’s arms, pulling her body tightly to him before roughly shoving her away, watching from his seat as she sprawled out on the floor like a helpless victim. “How can you say that I’m your home when you smell like him? You smell like a whore, Tara.” A cruel smirk came to his lips “I bet you still have his come between your thighs.” She shook her head, her hair flowing behind her as she dared not to move from her spot. “If, and I do mean if let you come back then you know it’s not just for now.”
Tara never took her eyes off Lindsey as she moved onto her hands and knees, crawling over to the chair and kneeling between Lindsey’s thighs. “I only want you. I don’t want to be his possession. Sp…I just want you.”
Sitting up, his fingers fisted in her hair as he roughly kissed her, biting her bottom lip enough to draw blood. He leaned back and watched it swell. “So do I baby, but right now…I don’t want you. You smell like that bleach blonde vampire and it makes me sick. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”
There was silence in the room as Tara looked up at Lindsey lustfully, blood trickling down her chin that she dared not to touch. When she finally spoke her words were soft, but her meaning was loud and clear. “Claim me yours.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Lindsey gripped Tara’s face and pulled her up to him, keeping his eyes fixed on her as his tongue darted up to lap up the blood from her chin. “You wicked thing.” With a smirk, Lindsey trailed his hand down to her throat and pulled her up to him, squeezing her throat tight enough to choke a human into unconsciousness. Tara’s eyes sparkled with lust as Lindsey started to pull his jeans open with his free hand, adjusting himself in the oversized armchair. “If memory serves me right, you were always a good cock sucker.” He smirked down at her, pulling her down towards his open jeans.
When he released her neck she licked her lips and crawled closer, kneeling between his thighs and looping her fingers in the waistband of his jeans and gently tugging, smirking as they ripped at the seams. “Oops,” she whispered, finally looking away and wrapping her hand around his cock for the first time in too long. Tara moved her hand gently over him, leaning down and teasingly darted her tongue over the tip again and again, aching to illicit a moan from the sired mans lips.
Tara was only rewarded when she finally placed him into her cool mouth. He threaded his fingers in her long silky hair, giving into the urge to buck his hips up and push more of himself into her waiting mouth. “Fuck.” Tara swallowed against him, moving her mouth over him, her tongue flicking over his most sensitive spots.
Lindsey’s fingers dug tightly in her hair, pushing her down roughly with each stroke of her tongue. With his eyes closed shut he could remember moments like this when he was human, the way his heart would speed up and his breathing would become shallow. The sweat would run down his chest as he watched this beautiful woman give herself so fully to him. Just that thought of her so willing surrender to him, even knowing he was a monster, was enough to toss him over that edge of bliss. “Tara,” he muttered, giving up control and feeling his body tighten as he felt his cock twitch against her tongue, balls tightening until he finally cried out her name mixed with swear words.
Moaning against his cock, Tara pushed more into her throat, feeling him swell and spasm against her contracting muscles. She gently wrapped her hands around his balls, tugging slightly as he filled her mouth. Again she moaned and swallowed him all down, milking him for all she could even as his hands became painfully hard in her hair to keep her there.
Tara pulled back, swallowing one final time as Lindsey’s cock fell limply from her lips. “Mmm, I did miss that.” Her tongue darted out and ran across her bottom lip as she watched Lindsey recover from his bliss. With slow movements Tara climbed up his body and curled her body against his chest, a low purr escaping her lips. “Missed you, so much.”
“I know darlin’.” Lindsey popped one eye open and watched her for a moment before shifting in his seat, gripping her body tightly to his. Lightly his hands moved over her and again he pushed her to the floor, realizing he was letting her step on him and he was being soft. Now wasn’t the time for soft, this is how they got into the situation they’re in now. “Not fallin’ into old habits, Tara. Told you there’d be lessons learned tonight and I plan on making good on them.” Lindsey stood over her and shook his head. His eyes narrowed and he pulled his jeans up, buttoning them as he kept his eyes locked to hers. “You’re so beautiful like this, you look helpless, but I can smell how wet you are. I know how much you want this but it’s going to be hours; maybe days, before I finally give into you.”
Lindsey reached down and roughly gripped Tara’s long hair, wrapping it around his fist, she gasped and rose up to her knees. “Time for your lessons.” His tone was hard as he roughly dragged her to the bedroom, feeling her hands reach up to unlock his fingers from her hair. “Struggle all you want, picked up a few tricks while you were gone my pretty witch. You know I love it when you fight.”
Tara’s eyes widened and a grin crossed her lips when she watched as Lindsey pulled her over to an oversized four-post bed, she couldn’t smell anything on it - not even his scent - and wondered if it was new or something he left waiting for a day such as this. “Lindsey,” she moaned softly, rubbing her thighs together with want, her body vividly remembering how things used to be with them and wanting to do more than relive the memories in her mind.
Finally letting go of her hair, he smirked and threw the trunk lid open, causing the shackles that were latched to the top to rattle. “This is gonna be so much fun.” Smirking he turned and looked back at her. “You’re going to enjoy this aren’t you? Thank me for all the pain I give you so freely; maybe I’ll be kind and give you pleasure.”
“Yes…” Tara’s body shuddered with pleasure and she nodded, staying against the edge of the bed where he left her and awaiting his next move. Her eyes never left his as he walked over to her and the back of his hand connected with her face, his eyebrow cocked as he waited. “Yes, Sir,” she corrected herself, tasting a bit of blood in her mouth again. He smiled and brushed her hair from her face and ran his fingers along the faint imprints his fingers left earlier around her throat.
He was sad to see them go as he hid them behind the leather of a thick collar he placed around her neck. Latching the collar closed, he looped his finger in the large ring in the front, tugging her tightly to him to make her body jerk. “Mine.” With a wicked smirk he replaced his finger with the metal clasp of a leash, loving the look of lust and submission in his sire’s eyes.
Tara opened her mouth to speak but a tug on the leash and the look in Lindsey’s eyes made her keep quiet. She secretly loved when he took control; it let that animal she always knew lived there - even when he was human - out to play. She watched with lust filled eyes as he pulled out more things from his box and placed them on the bed, making sure she got an eyeful with each item. “You’re dressed,” he remarked as he turned to her, reaching over and started to quickly pull off Tara’s clothes, ripping at her shirt before pulling her roughly to her feet to rid her of her jeans. His grin got wider when he found her without panties, or a bra. “Dirty whore.”
A small moan came from her lips as she stood there, her eyes filled with lust as the cold leather of the leash hung down between her breasts and the buckle to the collar dug into her skin. Tara didn’t know what was going to happen, for all she knew Lindsey could end up staking her for leaving him. But deep inside she knew he’d never do that to his Sire.
Her body prickled with want as Lindsey walked around her nude body slowly, his hands ghosting over her cool flesh but never touching her skin. Tara’s eyes fluttered closed when she felt him blow gently against her nipples, making them tighten as she back arched up. “Filthy whore.” She heard him mutter as he reached over to the bed and picked up an unknown object. “No moving,” he warned as she felt his hand wrap around her left breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp out.
Lindsey smirked as he held the tight clamps in his hand, holding the open tips near her breasts and brushing them over her hardened nipples before roughly snapping them shut on her sensitive flesh. Tara’s eyes shot open to Lindsey’s delight as the weighted metal dug into her, the pink flesh of her nipples quickly becoming red and angry with each tight tug of the chain that connected them. “Whose are you?” He tugged the chain with each word, waiting for her response. When it didn’t come he realized the game she was playing and smiled. “Just have to remind you. Fine by me.” Lindsey smirked and placed a small round metal weight in the center of the chain, watching as it tugged even more, causing Tara’s body lean forward slightly as if to lessen the pressure. “Sit up.” Before Tara could react, Lindsey yanked on the leash and smiled as he reached for a small length of rope. “Guess I’ll have to make you sit up.”
A low groan escaped the blonde’s lips as she watched with lust filled eyes as Lindsey wrapped the rope around her stomach, then another around her chest - just under her arms - and kept her tight to the bedpost. “Lindsey…” her body burned to the core as she pleaded softly for him, her almost ice blue eyes following his every move. He ignored her words and tightened the knots to the ropes tightly, keeping her body tight to the post. Even with her arms free, Tara knew not to untie them; with the look in Lindsey’s eyes she knew that the slightest touch or movement to undo them would send him in a tirade. Or worse, he’d send her on her way.
“Love how you stand there helpless for me. You’re such a willing whore aren’t you my sweet Sire?” Lindsey walked over to her, pressing his cool body against hers, his arms wrapped loosely around her hips, his jeans pressed tightly to her body. “You’re so helpless aren’t you? All the better for me to punish you and remind you who you belong to.” He leaned down and started kissing over her face lightly; trailing his lips down her neck and shoulder as he continued to speak. “You might have created me but I own you. Vampires mate for life.” Without warning Tara felt her head being pulled back roughly by her hair, forced to look up at him and his yellow eyes.
Entranced, she watched as his face shifted into his true form, his fangs breaking through as the ridges became pronounced. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch his demon face; his next words caught her off guard before she could move. “He might have made you but I am the one that took your soul away and made you who you were meant to be. You’re mine, Tara.”
“You…” The truth of his words hit her, the realization that it wasn’t the spell gone wrong that made her soul leave her in the first place.
“Yes, you were soul sick and I couldn’t stand to hide what you made me any longer and all I wanted to do was destroy the night with you.” Lindsey pressed his body flush against hers, nuzzling his fangs against her shoulder causing them to scrape into her skin. “Didn’t want to be alone anymore.”
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed from his touch. The chain from the clamps pressing hard between them as she tried to arch forward towards his body but was unable because of the ropes. She moved her hands up to his body and felt herself shake slightly as her fingers touched his skin, starting at his waist until they found it’s way into his hair. “I’ll never leave.” That was as close to ‘sorry’ that she was able to get, it had been so long since she felt guilt that it felt foreign to her. “Li-” Tara’s words left her again as Lindsey’s fingers dug into her as he drug his nails over her shoulder and up to her neck.
“I can smell you my beautiful vixen. You want it so bad don’t you?” She whimpered in response. “Not sure what you want inside you first, my cock or my fangs. Fucking you so slowly, making you dizzy until you can’t stand it anymore.” He started purring in her ear while making red welts with his fangs across her throat. “I’m gonna make you beg me darlin’, you’re going to be so weak by the time this night is over that there won’t be a hint of his scent on you. I’m going to hurt you so bad.” Tara’s body shuddered under him as he tugged the chain attached to Tara’s nipples; his tongue leaving a cool trail over the shell of her ear. “You’re going to…” his words stopped and the grip on Tara’s hair got tighter as Lindsey whispered dangerously in her ear. “Why am I warning you or wasting my time? There’s much punishment to be done for naughty whores like you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A smile came to Lindsey’s lips as he finally stepped away from her, but not before tugging the chain to the clamps hard, smirking as she whimpered as the weight swung and pulled her flesh. “So pretty like this. Free but helpless, just the way I love you.” His eyes darkened and he smirked. “Time for your lessons.” He could feel her eyes on him as he turned away from her and reached into the trunk for his favorite whip; the one with the multiple tails that stung with each stroke. He should know; he’s tried it on many meals before.
Tara’s eyes widened and dilated with lust as she watched as Lindsey flexed his fingers around the leather handle. “Now baby, you’re going to tell me a story, okay?” his voice was artificially sweet and she knew there was no winning with whatever her answer was. “You’re going to tell me all the things that big bad man did to you. I want details and if you stop…”
He let the threat hang in the air as he cracked the whip down onto her thigh, the screaming moan that came from her lips only made Lindsey's cock twitch in his pants once again. “I let him fuck me; I begged - fuck - him for it.” Shifting her feet, she prepared for each blow as she spoke. “He loved tying me up and fucking me until I couldn’t move; did it a lot too…” in the beginning; she thought. “We’d - god - go hunting together at those clubs he likes.”
“Which clubs?” Lindsey growled, bringing the whip down to lash at the back of Tara’s thigh. “Tell me about them.” They both knew full well about the clubs, Lindsey just wanted to hear her say it.
“Bondage clubs.” Tara was panting, squirming against the bedpost as she reached up with her hands to grip the wood above her head, her breasts jutting out and keeping her even more exposed for his wanted abuse. “He’d make me his whore in the club, leaving me on my knees as - more, Sir - we moved through the club, obeying his every wish.”
Tara could have sworn she saw pain flicker in Lindsey’s eyes as he brought the leather down over her stomach. He hated the idea of Spike touching her; like this only enraged him further. “You let him treat you like shit. You’re more than that.” His harsh tone softened as the whip was tossed to the bed; he stepped closer and ran his fingers over her red welts. A few of them were open and bleeding, the scent of her blood making him ache for her even more. “So much more,” Lindsey whispered, reaching out and touching her face with his blood stained fingers.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, his fist tight in her hair as the kiss deepened. “More,” her voice was broken as she whispered against his lips, not moving her hands from the pole even as she ached to touch his skin.
Ignoring her plea, Lindsey pulled back from her just enough to look at her bound and welted body. With a wicked smirk he leaned down and ran his tongue over the top side of her breast, his tongue lapping gently at her open welt mark as it bleed slowly over her pale skin.
Soft moans filled the room as he continued to worship her body, tasting her sweet skin mixed with the blood of her sins. “So much more, Sire,” his voice was low against her lower stomach, his hands on her thighs to keep her still. “Doesn’t deserve you.” To anyone not them you’d have to wonder who was the one who was meant to be broken; it was obvious that they were both a bit shattered from the time apart.
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed as Lindsey moved his tongue over her, down her stomach and to her thighs. A low growl escaped his lips and he gripped her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her welts. “Eyes open,” he demanded moments before forcing her thighs apart, lifting one knee around his shoulder to keep her trapped against him while granting him greater access to her body. “You’re not to look away.” Heartbeat’s memory thundered in Tara’s mind when she felt Lindsey’s tongue run over her slick skin, his tongue moving over every inch of her except for the one spot she craved.
Automatically her hips began to move towards him, she gasped when she felt him roughly shove her against the bedpost to keep her still, giving himself total control of her body. Incoherent muttering fell from her lips when she felt him spread her thighs further apart to allow his tongue entrance inside her, his voice was low as he lapped at her, muttering how beautiful and fucked up she was for him. Telling her how Spike would never be good enough for her.
Tara’s mouth was dry and her body strained for control as her muscles contracted and fought to be closer to him. A sharp cry echoing in the room when she felt him slip two fingers into her back entrance the same moment his lips wrapped around her clit for the first time.
He heard her groan and whimper with each tug of his lips and tongue against her flesh. Her body arched up and tightened every time he moved his fingers inside her, feeling her knees shake when he touched her. Tara’s knuckles were white from gripping the bedpost, her body shuddering from Lindsey’s duel stimulation and her body getting closer to that edge of bliss and denying it to her by stopping every time she got close.
“Oh god, please,” she finally pleaded, her body shaking and arching hard towards him, desperate for more. “Lindsey…”
“What?” Her flesh muffled Lindsey’s words; his face slick and his tongue coated with her sweetness. He continued to torment her beautifully as she grunted with want and frustration, knowing exactly what she wanted but refusing her such bliss.
“I wa-”
“No.” his tone was harsh and final, all signs of the softness that had been there before gone and leaving her shaking and wondering what his next move was. “We’re nowhere near letting you come my filthy whore; my beautiful goddess.” His following words were punctuated by a third finger entering her; his tone hard as he pulled away to look up at her. “My dirty little whore. Nobody else’s.” He stood and looked into her eyes, his three fingers still moving methodically in her ass. “Unless you like the idea of me offering you to an-”
Tara’s head rolled side to side as she moaned softly, arching her back towards him. “No, never.” After everything that had happened in the past few years the last thing she desired was being shared or offered to another.
Her muscles tightened around his fingers and she looked up at him, not daring to look away as she willingly took his violation. “I know you love that.” She nodded slowly, her hips rolling back to press his fingers further into her. “Just the beginning,” his voice was low and he broke eye contact to lean into her ear and whisper, “My cock is next, darlin’.” Her loud moan filled his ears, the feeling of her body shaking against his proving to him that she wanted it. As if her scent wasn’t enough for him.
Lindsey slipped his fingers from inside her, pulling back to watch the look on her face before leaning in and kissing her again. She could taste and feel her wetness against his skin and she resisted the urge to grip his face to lap him clean of her beautiful mess. “Hope you’re ready for this…” Even if she wasn’t he knew she’d moan and take it. Part of him hoped she wasn’t ready just so he could hear her scream and beg him to stop.
She never did.
Their eyes never left each other’s as he untied her from the bedpost, a grin crossing his face as he saw the rope burns on her body, and they blended in well with the welts from his whip he thought. “Hands and knees on the floor,” he barked, smacking her hard on the ass when she didn’t move quick enough. “You’ll be sorry if I say it twice.”
Tara didn’t give him that chance as she moved onto the floor and displayed herself on her hands and knees for him; proving to him she was ready and all too willing.
His eyes moved over her body as he slowly pealed off his jeans, finally standing behind her naked and aching to ditch the act and reclaim her as she was supposed to be - his. With slow movements he finally moved closer to her again, roughly slapping her ass and leaving an angry red print in its wake. “So beautiful helpless…but not helpless enough.” He decided, reaching up and taking a length of rope and reaching out to take her hands and pull them behind her back. “All the better to fuck you.” A twisted smile came to his lips as she gasped and whimpered, her face pressed against the carpet, the clamps pulling her now sensitive nipples and her arms tied wrist to elbow and keeping her trapped under him.
Swallowing roughly Tara parted her thighs and arched her back for him, silently begging him to fill her again, giving her back that whole feeling she missed. Her tongue nervously darted out to wet her lips, her voice failing her as she tried to beg for him. “Ple…” her words were cut off by a rough slap of his hand across her smooth ass.
“For that…” A cruel smirk crossed Lindsey’s lips as he reached over and pulled a gag out of the drawer, walking in front of his Sire, the sight of her helpless - willingly no less - for him made him ache with lust. “Naughty Tara, for that I’m going to have to occupy that pretty mouth of yours.” He dangled the gag before her eyes, his other hand roughly fisting in her hair to make her look up at him. “There’s something else your tongue’s going to feel again first.”
Lustfully, Tara looked up at him and licked her lips, watching as he set the gag on the bed and got to work with riding himself of his jeans. She resisted the urge to mutter ‘finally’ as her eyes finally set on his cock.
“I know it’s been a while,” he jabbed at her, “but I’m sure you can remember what to do next…” Lindsey’s hands went into her hair again, fisting her hair hard as he rocked his hips towards her. “Don’t make me force you…you’ll be punished even though we would both love that…” Obediently she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to taste him before wrapping her lips around his cock.
His hips arched forward as they both moaned, his eyes closing as he felt her tongue work her magic over him. Lindsey felt flooded with the memories of how much he loved watching her and he forced himself to open his eyes and look down; watching his honey blonde goddess bound and on her knees ready and willing to do nothing more than to please him with her tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. “I want to feel your nose against me, beautiful.” Lindsey’s voice was sweet as he wickedly guided her mouth onto him, forcing her to take him all the way into her throat. It was almost as clear as day that he could picture her struggling like a breathing human with watering eyes and a blissful choking throat.
Tara shifted on her knees, parting her legs a bit more as she felt Lindsey’s hands control her movements, the way her arms were tied kept her back and shoulders arched almost painfully. Using her tongue as best she could she pressed it against the underside, rubbing along the vein that pressed against her lips. Swallowing against the thickness of his cock she felt her eyes water the more he pressed her nose against his groin.
“Tara,” he hissed, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure of the pressure of her mouth on his cock. A growl left his throat as he kept the even pace of his hips, pushing himself deeper with each movement. He was so close, it would be so easy to lose himself and let go. But it wasn’t time.
Using restraint, Lindsey pulled away, watching as Tara looked up at him with glazed eyes and swollen lips. Affectionately he reached down and wiped her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth, watching as she obediently sucked it in her mouth and never breaking eye contact with him.
“Good girl…you’re wicked.” He smirked down at her, roughly tugging her hair to pull her head back forcefully. “I forgot how much of a greedy little girl you are when it comes to my come.” Without giving her a chance to respond, he pushed the gag into her mouth, the small plug slipping past her lips and filling her mouth. “Perfect.” He finally stepped away and watched as she fell forward, her cheek pressing into the carpet again.
“So much to do to you…” his voice was low as Lindsey paced around her, his hand reaching out and picking up the whip from the bed again. He teased her flesh with it, ghosting it over her skin as he verbally taunted her. “So much pain, so many things you need to make up for, beautiful.” A strangled moan escapes her lips and Lindsey watches as she writhes on the floor with lust. “You’re so wound up I think you might burst…” He leaned down and ran the leather across her spine. “Your thighs must be dripping.”
Lindsey stood back, moving to the bed to watch the beautiful sight before him; his sire on her knees, naked and willing for anything he wished to give her, a collar tight around her neck, painfully tight heavy clamps on the breasts he missed worshipping. He enjoyed every inch of her helpless state, even the gag in her mouth, the way the black strap peaked through her hair. He resisted the urge to kneel next to her and run his fingers through her hair as it fanned out over her neck and over the floor. But this wasn’t just a game; this was a lesson a long time coming.
Licking his lips like a predator, Lindsey reached forward and picked up the leash that laid on the floor, tugging it and pulling Tara towards him, forcing her to inch closer on her shoulder and knees. “Better,” he whispered, pulling the leash again until she was kneeling and facing him, her hair tossed all around her face and shoulders. “I wish I could get this on film to show you how breathtaking you are now.” Tenderly, he reached forward and brushed her hair from her eyes, tugging gently on the leather collar around her neck. “You’re mine.” It was nothing more than a statement, a reminder for her to remember her place.
A low moan escaped Tara’s lips as she knelt there, watching Lindsey as he sat on the bed in front of her, her eyes moved over his body. The sight of him made her proud to be his sire, the beautiful monster she created did nothing but shine before her. It didn’t matter who was in control at the moment; they were and always would be equals.
“My wicked, vixen,” Lindsey’s voice broke Tara of her thoughts, her eyes turned up and looked at him, her tongue automatically moving over the gag as if it was his cock. He smiled as her eyes fluttered closed when he gently tugged the chain to the clamps, the weight swaying with movement. “Don’t look away.” Even though his fingers kept tugging painfully on the chain, his voice was soothing. With measured tugs, Lindsey watched as Tara hissed and moaned against her gag, a bit of drool slipping from between the gag and her lips, dripping down to her breasts.
With a vicious look in his eyes, Lindsey pulled the chain hard, watching as Tara cried out and threw her head back in pleasure, her thighs shaking as the intensity made her clit throb. If it weren’t for the gag filling her mouth and edging against the back of her throat, she would be begging him now. But all that fell from her lips was a gargled moan between her panting. With his free hand, Lindsey wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking himself in time with his constant tugging.
He loved the look on her face as he brought her pain, knowing that if she weren’t bound she’d be riding him as if the sun was coming upon them. Her eyes were glazed over from the pain he willingly gave her, the clamps tightly biting into her nipples and making them angry red with each pull.
Tara flexed her fingers, her arms tied tightly still behind her back, she looked up at Lindsey obediently, inching closer on her knees as her body ached just to touch him. It’s been too long since they were together, like this or any other way, she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to keep up the game. His game.
“Naughty, Sire.” Lindsey fisted his hand in her hair and forced her to look up at him; he leaned in and kissed her over the gag roughly, biting her lip before pulling away to lock eyes with her as he pulled the chain hard. Tara’s eyes widened to Lindsey’s pleasure and he licked his lips as she writhed beneath him. “Careful,” he warned, “I’m nowhere near letting you come, beautiful.” He kissed her forehead tenderly before leaning to whisper in her ear. “I still smell him on you, I refuse to fuck Spike’s leftovers…”
A shiver ran down her spine and she leaned into Lindsey, desperate to touch him. But he pulled away out of her reach. Her eyes stayed on his as he stood, his hand wrapping around the leash and pulling hard, forcing her to stand in front of him. He kept his eyes on hers, tugging the leash hard until she stumbled and pressed her body to his, causing jolts of pain to shoot through her chest.
Tenderly he reached down and brushed her hair from her face, feeling beads of sweat rolling down her temple. “You’re a goddess,” Lindsey hissed, his hands gently running over her; touching her face, neck, arms and hips. His fingers splayed wide over her back as he soaked in the feel of her nude body against his. “I missed,” you, “this,” he finished, licking his bottom lip as his features changed back to his human guise. “You look deadly even now; bound and helpless to me.”
A low moan escaped Tara’s lips and she tipped her face up to him, using her nose to press into his skin, desperate for he gag to be gone just so she could kiss him. Her eyes fluttered closed as her throat struggled around the gag, his hands still wondering around her body, making her skin feel like it was on fire.
“Time for your next lesson, Tara.” She shivered and opened her eyes, looking up at him as she flexed her fingers, still bound tightly behind her back. “Don’t move.” Her movements stilled, her eyes stayed focused as he moved out of the room, leaving her alone for a moment, her thoughts racing from thought to thought - what she was doing, what he would do next, why she had waiting for so long - until he came back with a tray in his hand. “If I wasn’t dead, I’d say you left me breathless looking helpless like that,” he was taunting her; keeping the tray’s contents hidden from her view.
A muffled moan escaped her lips as she watched him set the tray down on the bed, her eyes finally settling on the contents of the tray; she then knew what he was going to do.
Lindsey moved over and ran the back of his hand over the curve of her breast, his fingers wrapping around the leather of the leash that hung between her breasts. “On the bed.” He was tempted to untie her hands but decided against it when he saw how beautiful she looked with her hair fanning out around her head, her face pressed into the mattress and her ass high in the air; presented to him to do whatever he wished. And that he’d do.
Tara’s body shook as she lay there, waiting and listening as Lindsey moved around the room, her hair blocking part of her view. The bed shifted with his weight as he positioned himself behind her, his fingers trailing sharply over her skin, causing her welts to sting. She moaned as she felt his cock pressed against her, she knew not to move her hips in silent begging for more. Tara’s eyes fluttered closed as she soaked in everything that she felt, her body shaking even as she kept motionless.
“You’re going to love this,” he purred, digging his fingers into her hips as he ground his hips against hers, his cock pressing against her clit. “I know how much you love playing with sharp things…” Tara felt him lean over her, his cool body pressing against hers as he reached for an item on the tray, sitting back up to reach for the nightstand, picking something up out of her vision. “Alright baby, I hope you’re ready…” his tone was artificially sweet as she felt his hand on her hip, gripping her mildly abused skin tightly as he pulled away from her. “Gonna fill you.” A moan escaped Tara’s lips ‘til he released her hip and grabbed her by the hair. “You’re not getting my cock yet, you’ve been a bad girl. All naughty whores get punished.”
Tara’s body arched up sharply, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt what Lindsey pulled off the dresser - a glass plug - pressed into her behind. Her eyes closed as she felt her muscles tighten around the cold invasion as Lindsey pressed it deeply into her. She made keening noises against the gag, her body aching even more to touch him.
His denial was worse than anything he could do. She knew that he hadn’t forgiven her for what she did all those years ago; this was her punishment. She wanted him; she wanted this punishment to be over.
She might be soulless but his forgiveness meant something to her.
Tara’s body felt full and pushed to the limit as she writhed on the bed; her cheek rubbing against the satin sheets, her moans were muffled as she felt Lindsey break his restraint and push two fingers inside her. She arched her back towards him, feeling his thumb brush over her clit time and time again, his fingers slipping into her with methodic strokes until she soaked his fingers.
“No.” Lindsey’s tone was harsh as he pulled his fingers from her, his hand wrapping around the handle of the other object he pulled from the tray. “This is to make sure you don’t forget where or who you belong to.” A smirk crossed his lips as he gripped the small blade between his fingers and pressed the edge of the blade against her skin.
Obediently she kept still as she felt her skin break, the sharp blade cutting into her skin. “You get a prize if you tell me what this is…” They both knew she couldn’t speak and she just grunted against the gag. Lindsey pulled back to look down at his handy work, bending in to let his tongue trace over the edges and curves of the newly carved L above the curve of her behind.
A shuddered moan escaped Tara’s lips, the feel of his cool tongue against her skin almost too much for her to take. But she didn’t object or protest; she took and accepted everything he did, ready to do anything for them to start over again.
Leaning back, he grabbed a small jar and dipped his finger in it before rubbing it over her mark; knowing it would slow the healing enough to leave a scar. “Mine.” Lindsey kissed his way up her back, kissing her skin and paying special attention to the welts that were already fading. “This will not do…” he whispered, leaning up to kiss his way over her neck. “Your marks are fading…”
Tara waited anxiously as Lindsey shifted off the bed, leaving her bound as she felt the faint trail of blood run down her hip and thigh from his mark. A low gargled moan escaped her lips when she felt the sting of the leather again on the back of her thighs. “Keep moaning,” his voice was low as he watched her skin take the impact of each stroke of the leather. “It always makes me hard…” Lindsey licked his bottom lip as he watched the tail end of the whip break Tara’s skin on the inside of her thigh.
Dropping the whip Lindsey wrapped his hand around Tara’s collar and yanked her to her feet, she stood there with shaking legs, her eyes filled with lust as she panted from beneath the gag. With a growl, Lindsey pulled the strap for the gag and let it fall to the ground. He rotated his jaw as he watched her lick her lips and stared up at him with those eyes. “Kiss me,” he demanded and she quickly got to her toes, kissing him hard and with want, her body still aching from head to toe for him.
“You’re beautiful.” He finally pulled his lips away from hers and looked down at her, his hand finding the edge of the collar. “You’re too beautiful for what you deserve,” his voice lowered and he leaned in to press his lips to her ear. “…crawling on your knees for me.” She shivered under him and she turned her eyes to him, licking her bottom lip as he tugged on the collar.
Lindsey tugged it again and she followed quietly, soft moans and whimpers escaping her body as she walked, the plug moving deeply inside her and hitting a spot that made her ache all the more with each step. Tara followed him to the balcony, watching as he walked to the doors and opened them, tugging her out after him.
The cool night air hit their bare skin, Tara moaned softly as the night air hit her abused skin; bits of tried blood dry and stick to her skin. “Lindsey,” she gasped as he pressed her against the railing, his fingers moving over her skin as light as the wind. “…I.”
“Shhh.” He leaned in and kissed her gently, his hands moving around her body, one pressing hard against the small of her back, the other dipped down to her ass. Slowly he slipped his fingers lower and pressed against the glass plug just enough to make her tighten and squirm even more. “You’re going to come so hard…I can smell you just aching already.”
Quietly, Tara nodded, biting her lip and gasping as Lindsey spun her around, her stomach pressed against the railing of the balcony. “Look down there, this city is going to be ours.” Lindsey shifted his hips and used his foot to part Tara’s thighs more, he shifted his hips just enough to enter her in one fluid motion.
She cried out, her eyes rolling back as she felt him fill her finally, his cock deep inside her and pressing against the glass plug as well. Tara felt his lips against her shoulder as he rocked his hips gently into her, pressing her roughly against the railing, her hair moving around her shoulders, the wind picking it up and whipping against her face. “Ohhh…”
“It’ll lie in ruins under our hand,” his voice was low and she felt his face shift, his fangs coming out, his hips rocking firm and steady against her. “It was just waiting for you to join me.”
“Lindsey…” she moaned and pushed back against him, feeling him pull back from her and untie her hands; finally freeing her. One hand moved to grip the railing and the other snaked back to touch him, bringing his body closer to her.
Tara parted her lips to speak but nothing but whimpers and moans escaped her lips as he pounded into her. Lindsey brought a hand up to her neck, brushing her hair aside to get a better view. “Never leave.” With those words he wrenched her collar to the side and sunk his fangs into her neck.
She fisted her hand in his hair and kept pushing her hips back to him, pressing the plug more with each thrust. “Never…oh god.” She was moaning and panting as he made her weak, drinking down her blood as he gripped onto her hips harder, slamming into her with each stroke. “Please…”
With a growl he ripped his fangs from her neck, lapping up her blood before he pressed a bloody kiss to her ear. “Come my vicious goddess.” With a moan he reached up and cupped her abused breasts, pulling the clamps off and letting them fall over the edge as he felt her tighten around him. He watched as Tara gripped the railing and cried out into the moonlight, Lindsey tumbling quickly after her, filling her with everything he had before sagging limply against her, pinning her against the metal bar.
Lindsey fisted his fingers in her hair, thrusting a few more times into her, reaching down with his other hand to press the plug into her, rolling his hips to draw out her orgasm. He kept going until she was limp, her fingers gripping the edge hard and barely responsive to push back to him.
With a low moan, Lindsey wrapped his arms around Tara, pulling her tightly to him as he buried his face in her neck. His tongue gently laps at the wound he put there, a smile tugging at his lips. “Welcome home,” he whispered into her hair.
“Yes, home.” She smiled, placing her hands over his arms and closing her eyes against the moonlight, that feeling that filled her stomach when she arrived now finally gone.
Author: Nora [remember_nomore/simply_shiny]
Fandom: Buffy the Vampire Slayer/Angel the Series
Characters/Pairing: Tara/Lindsey - Vamped
Prompt: 28 - Dominant
Big Damn Table: [ Here]
Word Count: 9464
Rating: NC-17 - Bring on the kink. Nothing but pure smut [with a storyline]
Beta: None, I was impatient
Disclaimer: I don’t own them - I wish I did - Joss is apparently god. I’m just borrowing them for my own amusement and your entertainment.
Author's Notes: If you’re looking for vanilla, go elsewhere. It’s not in this fic. This is for my Lindsey [Meg]; only you can make a good girl like mine, this dirty. *smirk*
The methodic grinding of the train car was the only sound that filled Tara’s ears, drowning out the giggles of the two children playing a few seats ahead, the attending that was walking the isle and offering drinks; even the young couple that whispered softly of their wedding plans.
Roughly Tara ran her fingers through her hair, inhaling the smell of stale food and body odor, but she didn’t notice it as her mind raced almost as fast as the train car. Her own mind was filled with it’s own noise from the past two years, memories and regrets of her own actions filling her mind.
Three days on this train from London, away from Ipswich and the life she had with Spike. “What life?” a bitter laugh escaped her lips as she closed her eyes against the darkened sky, her fingers reaching up to touch the small silver necklace that hung between her breasts.
She sunk down in the seat, wedging her jean-covered knees against the back of the seat in front of her, the cool leather of her jacket brushing against her skin. Tara felt the cool air from the air-conditioner hit her face as she stopped resisting her mind and let the memories take her back, hoping that it would help her find her way when even now as she headed back to Venice, she didn’t know what she’d say to Lindsey when she finally found him.
Her biggest fear was that he’d have someone new, a new playmate to walk the night with, the way they used to before she left…
”Lindsey, I’m hungry.”
“What do you want, darlin’?”
“Virgin.” A wicked smile came to her lips. “I want a schoolgirl tonight…we can take her together.”
“I just wanna watch tonight baby, I love seeing you work.”
A sudden jolt broke Tara from her light sleep, her eyes opening as she saw they reached the train’s final destination. A heavy sigh escaped her lips as she got up and quietly made her way out of the train car, taking note of the passengers that brushed by her.
It didn’t take Tara long to get her one bag from baggage, find herself a quick - easy to catch - meal before heading towards the small town where she knew he’d be. The morning was fast approaching but years of experience told her that with the overcast she’d be safe a while longer.
Adjusting her jacket she dug her hands into her pockets, feeling the weight of her backpack pressing into her shoulder as she neared the address written on the crumpled paper in her pocket.
When she turned the corner, Tara stopped in her footsteps for a moment, rolling her shoulders before she walked up the stone walkway to the door. She could have sworn if she had a heartbeat that it would be pounding in her chest right now.
The feeling inside of Tara was foreign to her; the way her insides almost vibrated with each step she took up to the wooden door. It was so unique feeling to her that it made her stop in her tracks and wrap her arms around her waist. Her face twisted, her eyes closed as she tried to rid herself of this feeling that began to plague her.
The features of her face twisted from pain to an ironic smile before turning to calm as she realized the feeling she felt. Guilt mixed with nerves. It had been over a decade since she’s felt these things and now they’re rushing back to her like a Mac truck going full speed into her.
After taking a moment for herself she finally stepped towards the apartment door. She knew he was there, she could feel him, but found herself almost unable to knock. Tara hated not knowing what was on the other side of that door.
It felt like forever until the door swung open, a half naked muscled figure standing there, a confused and angry glint in his eyes as he took in the sight of his Sire. It was Lindsey’s turn not to trust his voice as he watched her, both of them staring and unable to speak.
“Lindsey,” she finally whispered.
“Nice to see your memory isn’t fading,” his tone was bitter as he crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, halfway blocking the entrance to the apartment. “Where’s your boy?” Lindsey didn’t dare look away from her, even to see if Spike was lurking behind her somewhere.
Without missing a beat she spoke, swearing her heart was in her throat. “I’m looking at him.” Tara could feel the anger rising in him as he uncrossed his arms and gripped the edge of the door; she waited for him to slam it.
But it never came.
“Sun’s coming up,” he said simply, the tension between them obvious. “I don’t feel like cleanin’ up your ashes later.” With that he moved to allow her entrance into the apartment.
With slow measured steps Tara entered, looking around and knowing that everything was new, but it was all the same way she remembered. The way she remembered him. Lindsey closed the door behind her and reached his hand out - almost like a reaction - to take her bag and place it in the corner.
Silence filled the room as they stood there - not even a foot apart - both unsure of what to say or where to start. The one question that rang loudly in Lindsey's head was one she wasn’t ready to answer. She hadn’t found the right words to tell him everything inside her.
The instant Tara opened her mouth to speak Lindsey grabbed her arm roughly and slammed her into the living room wall with a loud crack. “You bitch,” he growled as he watched her slender body hit the wall, her waist length blonde hair falling out of the makeshift ponytail she had it in. Lindsey’s hands slammed against the wall on either side of her body, trapping her and leaving her to stare up at him with deep blue eyes. Violently he fisted his hand in her hair and pressed himself against her, dipping his face down to kiss her hard. “You fucking bitch,” he muttered against her lips, forcing his tongue into her mouth as his other hand found it’s way around her waist. “You vicious bitch, I missed you.”
Even as her body responded to him, she still had that feeling in the pit of her stomach. She wrapped her arms around him and gripped the edge of his worn jeans, keeping him tightly to her body even as he verbally and physically assaulted her. “Lindsey,” she moaned brokenly against his lips as he pulled her bottom lip with his teeth, another low growl in his throat.
It was almost like ice water was dumped on them when he recoiled away, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as if he was trying to rid himself of something vile, looking at her wild eyed and angry. “Not this time. I won’t be your fall back, Tara. I’m not the puppy I once was.” She was the one that changed that. He watched her closely as her own fingers touched her lips, wondering if they were really touching a moment ago.
A feral growl escaped his lips as his nose was invaded with nothing but the smell of Spike all over her. Roughly, he thrusted his arm out and wrapped it tightly around Tara’s neck, keeping her from moving or looking away from him. “Why the fuck are you here?” She opened her mouth to speak but a rough jerk from Lindsey caused her to quickly close it. “For once tell me the god damn truth.”
Tara’s hands went up to Lindsey’s fingers as they tightened around her throat, keeping her trapped against the wall. “Let go,” she growled, prying his fingers away and shoving him away from her. “You’re asking something of me that I don’t even have the words for.”
“You have the nerve to ask me to be fair to you, Tara? You leave me and tell me that you need him then show up here years later as if nothing happened?!” his voice rose with each word, the anger more than clear to them both.
She felt broken and maybe even defeated when she finally started to speak. “I can’t explain it, when I lost my soul I needed him. I thought I needed him.” Tara started walking around the room, her fingers tracing over the edge of the bookcase; feeling Lindsey’s eyes on her. “I couldn’t not be with you anymore.”
“That’s a crock and you know it.” A cruel smile came to his lips. “Were you tired of being his second fiddle? His second choice ‘cause he couldn’t have Dru back? Human or not, you’ll always be-” Lindsey’s words were cut off as one of his table lamps came sailing at his head. “Guess I hit a nerve.”
Fury filled every inch of Tara’s body and she glared at him. “Just like I was second to you.”
“Second?”
“I’d never be anything to you compared to Angel and we both know it.” The words slapped him and he just looked at her. “You always want what you can’t have Lindsey.”
His eyes narrowed and he stepped towards her. “I guess you’re right. I’ve always wanted you; since the day you walked into the bar.” He stood inches from her, brushing her hair away from her face. “Knew I wanted you even more when you turned me.”
“It was a mistake, I never wanted to turn you.”
“You saved me darlin’, there ain’t nothin’ wrong with that,” his voice dropped down and for the first time it was void of anger. “You freed me, baby.”
Tara looked at him long and hard. “I damned you like Spike damned me. I threw you into the one thing that I was desperate to claw my way out of.” She moved closer to him, her hands tentatively resting against his cool chest. “I had a soul.”
“You were sick,” Lindsey whispered, his hand touching her cheek as his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. “Then you got better; things were great then…”
“Until I left, I know.” Pulling herself closer to him as he tugged her towards the nearest chair, sitting down in it and pulling Tara down with him. “I can’t explain it, I didn’t want to go but I felt I needed to. I know I needed to.” The anxiety started to fade in her body and Tara rested her head on his shoulder, pressing her nose against his sire bite. “He’s my Sire and…” She shrugged. “I was drawn to him.”
Lindsey’s grip tightened on her and he pulled her to face him. “How the fuck do you think I felt? You left me.”
“I’m sorry, Lindsey.”
Those words angered him once again and he roughly gripped her face again, forcing her to face him. His eyes got darker and the words he spoke were more demanding then the plea that was in his eyes. “I’m going to ask this once and I want the truth. Why are you here?”
“I was homesick.” Those three simple words that would break any man by the look in her eyes.
“What makes you so sure this is home?”
“You’re here. You’re my home.” Tara’s lips crushed against his and this time she took control of the kiss, digging her fingers in his hair and pouring everything she had into the kiss. Hoping somehow that he could read her through her actions.
Using his strength, Lindsey gripped Tara’s arms, pulling her body tightly to him before roughly shoving her away, watching from his seat as she sprawled out on the floor like a helpless victim. “How can you say that I’m your home when you smell like him? You smell like a whore, Tara.” A cruel smirk came to his lips “I bet you still have his come between your thighs.” She shook her head, her hair flowing behind her as she dared not to move from her spot. “If, and I do mean if let you come back then you know it’s not just for now.”
Tara never took her eyes off Lindsey as she moved onto her hands and knees, crawling over to the chair and kneeling between Lindsey’s thighs. “I only want you. I don’t want to be his possession. Sp…I just want you.”
Sitting up, his fingers fisted in her hair as he roughly kissed her, biting her bottom lip enough to draw blood. He leaned back and watched it swell. “So do I baby, but right now…I don’t want you. You smell like that bleach blonde vampire and it makes me sick. If we’re doing this, we’re doing it right.”
There was silence in the room as Tara looked up at Lindsey lustfully, blood trickling down her chin that she dared not to touch. When she finally spoke her words were soft, but her meaning was loud and clear. “Claim me yours.”
“My thoughts exactly.” Lindsey gripped Tara’s face and pulled her up to him, keeping his eyes fixed on her as his tongue darted up to lap up the blood from her chin. “You wicked thing.” With a smirk, Lindsey trailed his hand down to her throat and pulled her up to him, squeezing her throat tight enough to choke a human into unconsciousness. Tara’s eyes sparkled with lust as Lindsey started to pull his jeans open with his free hand, adjusting himself in the oversized armchair. “If memory serves me right, you were always a good cock sucker.” He smirked down at her, pulling her down towards his open jeans.
When he released her neck she licked her lips and crawled closer, kneeling between his thighs and looping her fingers in the waistband of his jeans and gently tugging, smirking as they ripped at the seams. “Oops,” she whispered, finally looking away and wrapping her hand around his cock for the first time in too long. Tara moved her hand gently over him, leaning down and teasingly darted her tongue over the tip again and again, aching to illicit a moan from the sired mans lips.
Tara was only rewarded when she finally placed him into her cool mouth. He threaded his fingers in her long silky hair, giving into the urge to buck his hips up and push more of himself into her waiting mouth. “Fuck.” Tara swallowed against him, moving her mouth over him, her tongue flicking over his most sensitive spots.
Lindsey’s fingers dug tightly in her hair, pushing her down roughly with each stroke of her tongue. With his eyes closed shut he could remember moments like this when he was human, the way his heart would speed up and his breathing would become shallow. The sweat would run down his chest as he watched this beautiful woman give herself so fully to him. Just that thought of her so willing surrender to him, even knowing he was a monster, was enough to toss him over that edge of bliss. “Tara,” he muttered, giving up control and feeling his body tighten as he felt his cock twitch against her tongue, balls tightening until he finally cried out her name mixed with swear words.
Moaning against his cock, Tara pushed more into her throat, feeling him swell and spasm against her contracting muscles. She gently wrapped her hands around his balls, tugging slightly as he filled her mouth. Again she moaned and swallowed him all down, milking him for all she could even as his hands became painfully hard in her hair to keep her there.
Tara pulled back, swallowing one final time as Lindsey’s cock fell limply from her lips. “Mmm, I did miss that.” Her tongue darted out and ran across her bottom lip as she watched Lindsey recover from his bliss. With slow movements Tara climbed up his body and curled her body against his chest, a low purr escaping her lips. “Missed you, so much.”
“I know darlin’.” Lindsey popped one eye open and watched her for a moment before shifting in his seat, gripping her body tightly to his. Lightly his hands moved over her and again he pushed her to the floor, realizing he was letting her step on him and he was being soft. Now wasn’t the time for soft, this is how they got into the situation they’re in now. “Not fallin’ into old habits, Tara. Told you there’d be lessons learned tonight and I plan on making good on them.” Lindsey stood over her and shook his head. His eyes narrowed and he pulled his jeans up, buttoning them as he kept his eyes locked to hers. “You’re so beautiful like this, you look helpless, but I can smell how wet you are. I know how much you want this but it’s going to be hours; maybe days, before I finally give into you.”
Lindsey reached down and roughly gripped Tara’s long hair, wrapping it around his fist, she gasped and rose up to her knees. “Time for your lessons.” His tone was hard as he roughly dragged her to the bedroom, feeling her hands reach up to unlock his fingers from her hair. “Struggle all you want, picked up a few tricks while you were gone my pretty witch. You know I love it when you fight.”
Tara’s eyes widened and a grin crossed her lips when she watched as Lindsey pulled her over to an oversized four-post bed, she couldn’t smell anything on it - not even his scent - and wondered if it was new or something he left waiting for a day such as this. “Lindsey,” she moaned softly, rubbing her thighs together with want, her body vividly remembering how things used to be with them and wanting to do more than relive the memories in her mind.
Finally letting go of her hair, he smirked and threw the trunk lid open, causing the shackles that were latched to the top to rattle. “This is gonna be so much fun.” Smirking he turned and looked back at her. “You’re going to enjoy this aren’t you? Thank me for all the pain I give you so freely; maybe I’ll be kind and give you pleasure.”
“Yes…” Tara’s body shuddered with pleasure and she nodded, staying against the edge of the bed where he left her and awaiting his next move. Her eyes never left his as he walked over to her and the back of his hand connected with her face, his eyebrow cocked as he waited. “Yes, Sir,” she corrected herself, tasting a bit of blood in her mouth again. He smiled and brushed her hair from her face and ran his fingers along the faint imprints his fingers left earlier around her throat.
He was sad to see them go as he hid them behind the leather of a thick collar he placed around her neck. Latching the collar closed, he looped his finger in the large ring in the front, tugging her tightly to him to make her body jerk. “Mine.” With a wicked smirk he replaced his finger with the metal clasp of a leash, loving the look of lust and submission in his sire’s eyes.
Tara opened her mouth to speak but a tug on the leash and the look in Lindsey’s eyes made her keep quiet. She secretly loved when he took control; it let that animal she always knew lived there - even when he was human - out to play. She watched with lust filled eyes as he pulled out more things from his box and placed them on the bed, making sure she got an eyeful with each item. “You’re dressed,” he remarked as he turned to her, reaching over and started to quickly pull off Tara’s clothes, ripping at her shirt before pulling her roughly to her feet to rid her of her jeans. His grin got wider when he found her without panties, or a bra. “Dirty whore.”
A small moan came from her lips as she stood there, her eyes filled with lust as the cold leather of the leash hung down between her breasts and the buckle to the collar dug into her skin. Tara didn’t know what was going to happen, for all she knew Lindsey could end up staking her for leaving him. But deep inside she knew he’d never do that to his Sire.
Her body prickled with want as Lindsey walked around her nude body slowly, his hands ghosting over her cool flesh but never touching her skin. Tara’s eyes fluttered closed when she felt him blow gently against her nipples, making them tighten as she back arched up. “Filthy whore.” She heard him mutter as he reached over to the bed and picked up an unknown object. “No moving,” he warned as she felt his hand wrap around her left breast, pinching her nipple hard enough to make her gasp out.
Lindsey smirked as he held the tight clamps in his hand, holding the open tips near her breasts and brushing them over her hardened nipples before roughly snapping them shut on her sensitive flesh. Tara’s eyes shot open to Lindsey’s delight as the weighted metal dug into her, the pink flesh of her nipples quickly becoming red and angry with each tight tug of the chain that connected them. “Whose are you?” He tugged the chain with each word, waiting for her response. When it didn’t come he realized the game she was playing and smiled. “Just have to remind you. Fine by me.” Lindsey smirked and placed a small round metal weight in the center of the chain, watching as it tugged even more, causing Tara’s body lean forward slightly as if to lessen the pressure. “Sit up.” Before Tara could react, Lindsey yanked on the leash and smiled as he reached for a small length of rope. “Guess I’ll have to make you sit up.”
A low groan escaped the blonde’s lips as she watched with lust filled eyes as Lindsey wrapped the rope around her stomach, then another around her chest - just under her arms - and kept her tight to the bedpost. “Lindsey…” her body burned to the core as she pleaded softly for him, her almost ice blue eyes following his every move. He ignored her words and tightened the knots to the ropes tightly, keeping her body tight to the post. Even with her arms free, Tara knew not to untie them; with the look in Lindsey’s eyes she knew that the slightest touch or movement to undo them would send him in a tirade. Or worse, he’d send her on her way.
“Love how you stand there helpless for me. You’re such a willing whore aren’t you my sweet Sire?” Lindsey walked over to her, pressing his cool body against hers, his arms wrapped loosely around her hips, his jeans pressed tightly to her body. “You’re so helpless aren’t you? All the better for me to punish you and remind you who you belong to.” He leaned down and started kissing over her face lightly; trailing his lips down her neck and shoulder as he continued to speak. “You might have created me but I own you. Vampires mate for life.” Without warning Tara felt her head being pulled back roughly by her hair, forced to look up at him and his yellow eyes.
Entranced, she watched as his face shifted into his true form, his fangs breaking through as the ridges became pronounced. Her fingers itched to reach out and touch his demon face; his next words caught her off guard before she could move. “He might have made you but I am the one that took your soul away and made you who you were meant to be. You’re mine, Tara.”
“You…” The truth of his words hit her, the realization that it wasn’t the spell gone wrong that made her soul leave her in the first place.
“Yes, you were soul sick and I couldn’t stand to hide what you made me any longer and all I wanted to do was destroy the night with you.” Lindsey pressed his body flush against hers, nuzzling his fangs against her shoulder causing them to scrape into her skin. “Didn’t want to be alone anymore.”
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed from his touch. The chain from the clamps pressing hard between them as she tried to arch forward towards his body but was unable because of the ropes. She moved her hands up to his body and felt herself shake slightly as her fingers touched his skin, starting at his waist until they found it’s way into his hair. “I’ll never leave.” That was as close to ‘sorry’ that she was able to get, it had been so long since she felt guilt that it felt foreign to her. “Li-” Tara’s words left her again as Lindsey’s fingers dug into her as he drug his nails over her shoulder and up to her neck.
“I can smell you my beautiful vixen. You want it so bad don’t you?” She whimpered in response. “Not sure what you want inside you first, my cock or my fangs. Fucking you so slowly, making you dizzy until you can’t stand it anymore.” He started purring in her ear while making red welts with his fangs across her throat. “I’m gonna make you beg me darlin’, you’re going to be so weak by the time this night is over that there won’t be a hint of his scent on you. I’m going to hurt you so bad.” Tara’s body shuddered under him as he tugged the chain attached to Tara’s nipples; his tongue leaving a cool trail over the shell of her ear. “You’re going to…” his words stopped and the grip on Tara’s hair got tighter as Lindsey whispered dangerously in her ear. “Why am I warning you or wasting my time? There’s much punishment to be done for naughty whores like you.”
“Yes, Sir.”
A smile came to Lindsey’s lips as he finally stepped away from her, but not before tugging the chain to the clamps hard, smirking as she whimpered as the weight swung and pulled her flesh. “So pretty like this. Free but helpless, just the way I love you.” His eyes darkened and he smirked. “Time for your lessons.” He could feel her eyes on him as he turned away from her and reached into the trunk for his favorite whip; the one with the multiple tails that stung with each stroke. He should know; he’s tried it on many meals before.
Tara’s eyes widened and dilated with lust as she watched as Lindsey flexed his fingers around the leather handle. “Now baby, you’re going to tell me a story, okay?” his voice was artificially sweet and she knew there was no winning with whatever her answer was. “You’re going to tell me all the things that big bad man did to you. I want details and if you stop…”
He let the threat hang in the air as he cracked the whip down onto her thigh, the screaming moan that came from her lips only made Lindsey's cock twitch in his pants once again. “I let him fuck me; I begged - fuck - him for it.” Shifting her feet, she prepared for each blow as she spoke. “He loved tying me up and fucking me until I couldn’t move; did it a lot too…” in the beginning; she thought. “We’d - god - go hunting together at those clubs he likes.”
“Which clubs?” Lindsey growled, bringing the whip down to lash at the back of Tara’s thigh. “Tell me about them.” They both knew full well about the clubs, Lindsey just wanted to hear her say it.
“Bondage clubs.” Tara was panting, squirming against the bedpost as she reached up with her hands to grip the wood above her head, her breasts jutting out and keeping her even more exposed for his wanted abuse. “He’d make me his whore in the club, leaving me on my knees as - more, Sir - we moved through the club, obeying his every wish.”
Tara could have sworn she saw pain flicker in Lindsey’s eyes as he brought the leather down over her stomach. He hated the idea of Spike touching her; like this only enraged him further. “You let him treat you like shit. You’re more than that.” His harsh tone softened as the whip was tossed to the bed; he stepped closer and ran his fingers over her red welts. A few of them were open and bleeding, the scent of her blood making him ache for her even more. “So much more,” Lindsey whispered, reaching out and touching her face with his blood stained fingers.
He leaned in and kissed her gently, his fist tight in her hair as the kiss deepened. “More,” her voice was broken as she whispered against his lips, not moving her hands from the pole even as she ached to touch his skin.
Ignoring her plea, Lindsey pulled back from her just enough to look at her bound and welted body. With a wicked smirk he leaned down and ran his tongue over the top side of her breast, his tongue lapping gently at her open welt mark as it bleed slowly over her pale skin.
Soft moans filled the room as he continued to worship her body, tasting her sweet skin mixed with the blood of her sins. “So much more, Sire,” his voice was low against her lower stomach, his hands on her thighs to keep her still. “Doesn’t deserve you.” To anyone not them you’d have to wonder who was the one who was meant to be broken; it was obvious that they were both a bit shattered from the time apart.
Tara’s eyes fluttered closed as Lindsey moved his tongue over her, down her stomach and to her thighs. A low growl escaped his lips and he gripped her thighs tightly, his fingers digging into her welts. “Eyes open,” he demanded moments before forcing her thighs apart, lifting one knee around his shoulder to keep her trapped against him while granting him greater access to her body. “You’re not to look away.” Heartbeat’s memory thundered in Tara’s mind when she felt Lindsey’s tongue run over her slick skin, his tongue moving over every inch of her except for the one spot she craved.
Automatically her hips began to move towards him, she gasped when she felt him roughly shove her against the bedpost to keep her still, giving himself total control of her body. Incoherent muttering fell from her lips when she felt him spread her thighs further apart to allow his tongue entrance inside her, his voice was low as he lapped at her, muttering how beautiful and fucked up she was for him. Telling her how Spike would never be good enough for her.
Tara’s mouth was dry and her body strained for control as her muscles contracted and fought to be closer to him. A sharp cry echoing in the room when she felt him slip two fingers into her back entrance the same moment his lips wrapped around her clit for the first time.
He heard her groan and whimper with each tug of his lips and tongue against her flesh. Her body arched up and tightened every time he moved his fingers inside her, feeling her knees shake when he touched her. Tara’s knuckles were white from gripping the bedpost, her body shuddering from Lindsey’s duel stimulation and her body getting closer to that edge of bliss and denying it to her by stopping every time she got close.
“Oh god, please,” she finally pleaded, her body shaking and arching hard towards him, desperate for more. “Lindsey…”
“What?” Her flesh muffled Lindsey’s words; his face slick and his tongue coated with her sweetness. He continued to torment her beautifully as she grunted with want and frustration, knowing exactly what she wanted but refusing her such bliss.
“I wa-”
“No.” his tone was harsh and final, all signs of the softness that had been there before gone and leaving her shaking and wondering what his next move was. “We’re nowhere near letting you come my filthy whore; my beautiful goddess.” His following words were punctuated by a third finger entering her; his tone hard as he pulled away to look up at her. “My dirty little whore. Nobody else’s.” He stood and looked into her eyes, his three fingers still moving methodically in her ass. “Unless you like the idea of me offering you to an-”
Tara’s head rolled side to side as she moaned softly, arching her back towards him. “No, never.” After everything that had happened in the past few years the last thing she desired was being shared or offered to another.
Her muscles tightened around his fingers and she looked up at him, not daring to look away as she willingly took his violation. “I know you love that.” She nodded slowly, her hips rolling back to press his fingers further into her. “Just the beginning,” his voice was low and he broke eye contact to lean into her ear and whisper, “My cock is next, darlin’.” Her loud moan filled his ears, the feeling of her body shaking against his proving to him that she wanted it. As if her scent wasn’t enough for him.
Lindsey slipped his fingers from inside her, pulling back to watch the look on her face before leaning in and kissing her again. She could taste and feel her wetness against his skin and she resisted the urge to grip his face to lap him clean of her beautiful mess. “Hope you’re ready for this…” Even if she wasn’t he knew she’d moan and take it. Part of him hoped she wasn’t ready just so he could hear her scream and beg him to stop.
She never did.
Their eyes never left each other’s as he untied her from the bedpost, a grin crossing his face as he saw the rope burns on her body, and they blended in well with the welts from his whip he thought. “Hands and knees on the floor,” he barked, smacking her hard on the ass when she didn’t move quick enough. “You’ll be sorry if I say it twice.”
Tara didn’t give him that chance as she moved onto the floor and displayed herself on her hands and knees for him; proving to him she was ready and all too willing.
His eyes moved over her body as he slowly pealed off his jeans, finally standing behind her naked and aching to ditch the act and reclaim her as she was supposed to be - his. With slow movements he finally moved closer to her again, roughly slapping her ass and leaving an angry red print in its wake. “So beautiful helpless…but not helpless enough.” He decided, reaching up and taking a length of rope and reaching out to take her hands and pull them behind her back. “All the better to fuck you.” A twisted smile came to his lips as she gasped and whimpered, her face pressed against the carpet, the clamps pulling her now sensitive nipples and her arms tied wrist to elbow and keeping her trapped under him.
Swallowing roughly Tara parted her thighs and arched her back for him, silently begging him to fill her again, giving her back that whole feeling she missed. Her tongue nervously darted out to wet her lips, her voice failing her as she tried to beg for him. “Ple…” her words were cut off by a rough slap of his hand across her smooth ass.
“For that…” A cruel smirk crossed Lindsey’s lips as he reached over and pulled a gag out of the drawer, walking in front of his Sire, the sight of her helpless - willingly no less - for him made him ache with lust. “Naughty Tara, for that I’m going to have to occupy that pretty mouth of yours.” He dangled the gag before her eyes, his other hand roughly fisting in her hair to make her look up at him. “There’s something else your tongue’s going to feel again first.”
Lustfully, Tara looked up at him and licked her lips, watching as he set the gag on the bed and got to work with riding himself of his jeans. She resisted the urge to mutter ‘finally’ as her eyes finally set on his cock.
“I know it’s been a while,” he jabbed at her, “but I’m sure you can remember what to do next…” Lindsey’s hands went into her hair again, fisting her hair hard as he rocked his hips towards her. “Don’t make me force you…you’ll be punished even though we would both love that…” Obediently she opened her mouth, her tongue snaking out to taste him before wrapping her lips around his cock.
His hips arched forward as they both moaned, his eyes closing as he felt her tongue work her magic over him. Lindsey felt flooded with the memories of how much he loved watching her and he forced himself to open his eyes and look down; watching his honey blonde goddess bound and on her knees ready and willing to do nothing more than to please him with her tongue.
“Fuck,” he groaned, feeling the head of his cock hit the back of her throat. “I want to feel your nose against me, beautiful.” Lindsey’s voice was sweet as he wickedly guided her mouth onto him, forcing her to take him all the way into her throat. It was almost as clear as day that he could picture her struggling like a breathing human with watering eyes and a blissful choking throat.
Tara shifted on her knees, parting her legs a bit more as she felt Lindsey’s hands control her movements, the way her arms were tied kept her back and shoulders arched almost painfully. Using her tongue as best she could she pressed it against the underside, rubbing along the vein that pressed against her lips. Swallowing against the thickness of his cock she felt her eyes water the more he pressed her nose against his groin.
“Tara,” he hissed, his eyes rolling back from the pleasure of the pressure of her mouth on his cock. A growl left his throat as he kept the even pace of his hips, pushing himself deeper with each movement. He was so close, it would be so easy to lose himself and let go. But it wasn’t time.
Using restraint, Lindsey pulled away, watching as Tara looked up at him with glazed eyes and swollen lips. Affectionately he reached down and wiped her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth, watching as she obediently sucked it in her mouth and never breaking eye contact with him.
“Good girl…you’re wicked.” He smirked down at her, roughly tugging her hair to pull her head back forcefully. “I forgot how much of a greedy little girl you are when it comes to my come.” Without giving her a chance to respond, he pushed the gag into her mouth, the small plug slipping past her lips and filling her mouth. “Perfect.” He finally stepped away and watched as she fell forward, her cheek pressing into the carpet again.
“So much to do to you…” his voice was low as Lindsey paced around her, his hand reaching out and picking up the whip from the bed again. He teased her flesh with it, ghosting it over her skin as he verbally taunted her. “So much pain, so many things you need to make up for, beautiful.” A strangled moan escapes her lips and Lindsey watches as she writhes on the floor with lust. “You’re so wound up I think you might burst…” He leaned down and ran the leather across her spine. “Your thighs must be dripping.”
Lindsey stood back, moving to the bed to watch the beautiful sight before him; his sire on her knees, naked and willing for anything he wished to give her, a collar tight around her neck, painfully tight heavy clamps on the breasts he missed worshipping. He enjoyed every inch of her helpless state, even the gag in her mouth, the way the black strap peaked through her hair. He resisted the urge to kneel next to her and run his fingers through her hair as it fanned out over her neck and over the floor. But this wasn’t just a game; this was a lesson a long time coming.
Licking his lips like a predator, Lindsey reached forward and picked up the leash that laid on the floor, tugging it and pulling Tara towards him, forcing her to inch closer on her shoulder and knees. “Better,” he whispered, pulling the leash again until she was kneeling and facing him, her hair tossed all around her face and shoulders. “I wish I could get this on film to show you how breathtaking you are now.” Tenderly, he reached forward and brushed her hair from her eyes, tugging gently on the leather collar around her neck. “You’re mine.” It was nothing more than a statement, a reminder for her to remember her place.
A low moan escaped Tara’s lips as she knelt there, watching Lindsey as he sat on the bed in front of her, her eyes moved over his body. The sight of him made her proud to be his sire, the beautiful monster she created did nothing but shine before her. It didn’t matter who was in control at the moment; they were and always would be equals.
“My wicked, vixen,” Lindsey’s voice broke Tara of her thoughts, her eyes turned up and looked at him, her tongue automatically moving over the gag as if it was his cock. He smiled as her eyes fluttered closed when he gently tugged the chain to the clamps, the weight swaying with movement. “Don’t look away.” Even though his fingers kept tugging painfully on the chain, his voice was soothing. With measured tugs, Lindsey watched as Tara hissed and moaned against her gag, a bit of drool slipping from between the gag and her lips, dripping down to her breasts.
With a vicious look in his eyes, Lindsey pulled the chain hard, watching as Tara cried out and threw her head back in pleasure, her thighs shaking as the intensity made her clit throb. If it weren’t for the gag filling her mouth and edging against the back of her throat, she would be begging him now. But all that fell from her lips was a gargled moan between her panting. With his free hand, Lindsey wrapped his fingers around his cock, stroking himself in time with his constant tugging.
He loved the look on her face as he brought her pain, knowing that if she weren’t bound she’d be riding him as if the sun was coming upon them. Her eyes were glazed over from the pain he willingly gave her, the clamps tightly biting into her nipples and making them angry red with each pull.
Tara flexed her fingers, her arms tied tightly still behind her back, she looked up at Lindsey obediently, inching closer on her knees as her body ached just to touch him. It’s been too long since they were together, like this or any other way, she didn’t know how much longer she would be able to keep up the game. His game.
“Naughty, Sire.” Lindsey fisted his hand in her hair and forced her to look up at him; he leaned in and kissed her over the gag roughly, biting her lip before pulling away to lock eyes with her as he pulled the chain hard. Tara’s eyes widened to Lindsey’s pleasure and he licked his lips as she writhed beneath him. “Careful,” he warned, “I’m nowhere near letting you come, beautiful.” He kissed her forehead tenderly before leaning to whisper in her ear. “I still smell him on you, I refuse to fuck Spike’s leftovers…”
A shiver ran down her spine and she leaned into Lindsey, desperate to touch him. But he pulled away out of her reach. Her eyes stayed on his as he stood, his hand wrapping around the leash and pulling hard, forcing her to stand in front of him. He kept his eyes on hers, tugging the leash hard until she stumbled and pressed her body to his, causing jolts of pain to shoot through her chest.
Tenderly he reached down and brushed her hair from her face, feeling beads of sweat rolling down her temple. “You’re a goddess,” Lindsey hissed, his hands gently running over her; touching her face, neck, arms and hips. His fingers splayed wide over her back as he soaked in the feel of her nude body against his. “I missed,” you, “this,” he finished, licking his bottom lip as his features changed back to his human guise. “You look deadly even now; bound and helpless to me.”
A low moan escaped Tara’s lips and she tipped her face up to him, using her nose to press into his skin, desperate for he gag to be gone just so she could kiss him. Her eyes fluttered closed as her throat struggled around the gag, his hands still wondering around her body, making her skin feel like it was on fire.
“Time for your next lesson, Tara.” She shivered and opened her eyes, looking up at him as she flexed her fingers, still bound tightly behind her back. “Don’t move.” Her movements stilled, her eyes stayed focused as he moved out of the room, leaving her alone for a moment, her thoughts racing from thought to thought - what she was doing, what he would do next, why she had waiting for so long - until he came back with a tray in his hand. “If I wasn’t dead, I’d say you left me breathless looking helpless like that,” he was taunting her; keeping the tray’s contents hidden from her view.
A muffled moan escaped her lips as she watched him set the tray down on the bed, her eyes finally settling on the contents of the tray; she then knew what he was going to do.
Lindsey moved over and ran the back of his hand over the curve of her breast, his fingers wrapping around the leather of the leash that hung between her breasts. “On the bed.” He was tempted to untie her hands but decided against it when he saw how beautiful she looked with her hair fanning out around her head, her face pressed into the mattress and her ass high in the air; presented to him to do whatever he wished. And that he’d do.
Tara’s body shook as she lay there, waiting and listening as Lindsey moved around the room, her hair blocking part of her view. The bed shifted with his weight as he positioned himself behind her, his fingers trailing sharply over her skin, causing her welts to sting. She moaned as she felt his cock pressed against her, she knew not to move her hips in silent begging for more. Tara’s eyes fluttered closed as she soaked in everything that she felt, her body shaking even as she kept motionless.
“You’re going to love this,” he purred, digging his fingers into her hips as he ground his hips against hers, his cock pressing against her clit. “I know how much you love playing with sharp things…” Tara felt him lean over her, his cool body pressing against hers as he reached for an item on the tray, sitting back up to reach for the nightstand, picking something up out of her vision. “Alright baby, I hope you’re ready…” his tone was artificially sweet as she felt his hand on her hip, gripping her mildly abused skin tightly as he pulled away from her. “Gonna fill you.” A moan escaped Tara’s lips ‘til he released her hip and grabbed her by the hair. “You’re not getting my cock yet, you’ve been a bad girl. All naughty whores get punished.”
Tara’s body arched up sharply, a moan of pleasure escaping her lips as she felt what Lindsey pulled off the dresser - a glass plug - pressed into her behind. Her eyes closed as she felt her muscles tighten around the cold invasion as Lindsey pressed it deeply into her. She made keening noises against the gag, her body aching even more to touch him.
His denial was worse than anything he could do. She knew that he hadn’t forgiven her for what she did all those years ago; this was her punishment. She wanted him; she wanted this punishment to be over.
She might be soulless but his forgiveness meant something to her.
Tara’s body felt full and pushed to the limit as she writhed on the bed; her cheek rubbing against the satin sheets, her moans were muffled as she felt Lindsey break his restraint and push two fingers inside her. She arched her back towards him, feeling his thumb brush over her clit time and time again, his fingers slipping into her with methodic strokes until she soaked his fingers.
“No.” Lindsey’s tone was harsh as he pulled his fingers from her, his hand wrapping around the handle of the other object he pulled from the tray. “This is to make sure you don’t forget where or who you belong to.” A smirk crossed his lips as he gripped the small blade between his fingers and pressed the edge of the blade against her skin.
Obediently she kept still as she felt her skin break, the sharp blade cutting into her skin. “You get a prize if you tell me what this is…” They both knew she couldn’t speak and she just grunted against the gag. Lindsey pulled back to look down at his handy work, bending in to let his tongue trace over the edges and curves of the newly carved L above the curve of her behind.
A shuddered moan escaped Tara’s lips, the feel of his cool tongue against her skin almost too much for her to take. But she didn’t object or protest; she took and accepted everything he did, ready to do anything for them to start over again.
Leaning back, he grabbed a small jar and dipped his finger in it before rubbing it over her mark; knowing it would slow the healing enough to leave a scar. “Mine.” Lindsey kissed his way up her back, kissing her skin and paying special attention to the welts that were already fading. “This will not do…” he whispered, leaning up to kiss his way over her neck. “Your marks are fading…”
Tara waited anxiously as Lindsey shifted off the bed, leaving her bound as she felt the faint trail of blood run down her hip and thigh from his mark. A low gargled moan escaped her lips when she felt the sting of the leather again on the back of her thighs. “Keep moaning,” his voice was low as he watched her skin take the impact of each stroke of the leather. “It always makes me hard…” Lindsey licked his bottom lip as he watched the tail end of the whip break Tara’s skin on the inside of her thigh.
Dropping the whip Lindsey wrapped his hand around Tara’s collar and yanked her to her feet, she stood there with shaking legs, her eyes filled with lust as she panted from beneath the gag. With a growl, Lindsey pulled the strap for the gag and let it fall to the ground. He rotated his jaw as he watched her lick her lips and stared up at him with those eyes. “Kiss me,” he demanded and she quickly got to her toes, kissing him hard and with want, her body still aching from head to toe for him.
“You’re beautiful.” He finally pulled his lips away from hers and looked down at her, his hand finding the edge of the collar. “You’re too beautiful for what you deserve,” his voice lowered and he leaned in to press his lips to her ear. “…crawling on your knees for me.” She shivered under him and she turned her eyes to him, licking her bottom lip as he tugged on the collar.
Lindsey tugged it again and she followed quietly, soft moans and whimpers escaping her body as she walked, the plug moving deeply inside her and hitting a spot that made her ache all the more with each step. Tara followed him to the balcony, watching as he walked to the doors and opened them, tugging her out after him.
The cool night air hit their bare skin, Tara moaned softly as the night air hit her abused skin; bits of tried blood dry and stick to her skin. “Lindsey,” she gasped as he pressed her against the railing, his fingers moving over her skin as light as the wind. “…I.”
“Shhh.” He leaned in and kissed her gently, his hands moving around her body, one pressing hard against the small of her back, the other dipped down to her ass. Slowly he slipped his fingers lower and pressed against the glass plug just enough to make her tighten and squirm even more. “You’re going to come so hard…I can smell you just aching already.”
Quietly, Tara nodded, biting her lip and gasping as Lindsey spun her around, her stomach pressed against the railing of the balcony. “Look down there, this city is going to be ours.” Lindsey shifted his hips and used his foot to part Tara’s thighs more, he shifted his hips just enough to enter her in one fluid motion.
She cried out, her eyes rolling back as she felt him fill her finally, his cock deep inside her and pressing against the glass plug as well. Tara felt his lips against her shoulder as he rocked his hips gently into her, pressing her roughly against the railing, her hair moving around her shoulders, the wind picking it up and whipping against her face. “Ohhh…”
“It’ll lie in ruins under our hand,” his voice was low and she felt his face shift, his fangs coming out, his hips rocking firm and steady against her. “It was just waiting for you to join me.”
“Lindsey…” she moaned and pushed back against him, feeling him pull back from her and untie her hands; finally freeing her. One hand moved to grip the railing and the other snaked back to touch him, bringing his body closer to her.
Tara parted her lips to speak but nothing but whimpers and moans escaped her lips as he pounded into her. Lindsey brought a hand up to her neck, brushing her hair aside to get a better view. “Never leave.” With those words he wrenched her collar to the side and sunk his fangs into her neck.
She fisted her hand in his hair and kept pushing her hips back to him, pressing the plug more with each thrust. “Never…oh god.” She was moaning and panting as he made her weak, drinking down her blood as he gripped onto her hips harder, slamming into her with each stroke. “Please…”
With a growl he ripped his fangs from her neck, lapping up her blood before he pressed a bloody kiss to her ear. “Come my vicious goddess.” With a moan he reached up and cupped her abused breasts, pulling the clamps off and letting them fall over the edge as he felt her tighten around him. He watched as Tara gripped the railing and cried out into the moonlight, Lindsey tumbling quickly after her, filling her with everything he had before sagging limply against her, pinning her against the metal bar.
Lindsey fisted his fingers in her hair, thrusting a few more times into her, reaching down with his other hand to press the plug into her, rolling his hips to draw out her orgasm. He kept going until she was limp, her fingers gripping the edge hard and barely responsive to push back to him.
With a low moan, Lindsey wrapped his arms around Tara, pulling her tightly to him as he buried his face in her neck. His tongue gently laps at the wound he put there, a smile tugging at his lips. “Welcome home,” he whispered into her hair.
“Yes, home.” She smiled, placing her hands over his arms and closing her eyes against the moonlight, that feeling that filled her stomach when she arrived now finally gone.