13. Luke

Ididn’t doubt that Xander would do exactly what he threatened, and while I would have enjoyed getting spanked again once my bruised and battered body had some time to recover, I was excited to see where the bondage was leading. My cock twitched beneath me, stiff and aching to push things further. If Xander held back much longer, my body was going to take care of my needs for me instead.

I kept my mouth shut while Xander worked silently behind me. I had no idea what he was doing, only that my arms were starting to get sore tied behind me. Soon the ache would dissipate and they would get numb, but the longer he stretched this out, the worse it would be when I could finally move them again.

I wouldn’t have to wait much longer. I knew what was coming, and although I didn’t allow myself to run too far with my fantasies, a rustle of fabric told me that Xander had removed his bathrobe, thin, silky, almost see-through – which could mean only one thing.

He pushed himself inside me slowly, the cool, slippery lubricant coating my hole. I took a sharp inhale in as he went deeper, stretching me out just enough to sting for a second. The pain was gone almost as soon as I felt it, a different, more intense sensation taking over.

I wanted to prop myself up and arch my back to give Xander better access or stroke my cock to the rhythm of Xander’s thrusts, but with my wrists bound, all I could do was lie there and take it. I ground against the sheets until a stern, cold voice from above commanded:

“Stop.”

Obediently, I went limp again and let Xander put in all the work. I didn’t question either his reasoning or his methods for getting me off. All I needed to know was that he would get me off at some point today, although even that was uncertain.

Xander’s games went on for a tortuously long time. Each time he sensed I was close to coming, he slowed down and gave me time to descend from the brink of climax. I wanted to beg him to fuck me harder, to let me come after waiting like a good boy for so long, but I didn’t dare let those words escape. Every time I had before, it ended with either a non-answer or no response at all, and the last thing I wanted to do was hurt my chances of finally achieving some release today.

“I think we’ve had enough of this, don’t you agree?” Xander’s voice had a hint of playfulness to it.

I nodded my head, hoping he didn’t mean we were done and he was about to send me home. He might have been pleased with the day’s events, but I was not – not yet, anyway.

He slid his cock out of my hole, leaving me empty and frustrated as flipped me over onto my back. I could see the world around me again, the dimness of the room giving me a sort of surreal feeling that sank into my chest, enveloping me before I was brought back to reality.

Xander was on top of me, the weight of his limber body suddenly very apparent. With my arms pinned behind me, I felt like I was being suffocated every time our lips met, his nose brushing against mine. His hands slipped behind my back and neck, lifting my head only inches off the pillow and taking some of the pressure on my arms away.

“What do you want?” he asked, his face pressed against mine, his breath tickling the skin above my lips.

“You know what I want,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Mm, that I do. And what if I told you I have no intention of giving that to you today?”

I whimpered.

“Relax, dear one. I’m only teasing. Of course I shall satisfy you before you have to return home. Give me time and I will give you everything you want.”

Relieved, I pulled my neck back, allowing Xander to kiss and nibble at my skin. The cuts from our previous fun were still fresh and Xander took great care around them as he explored. The more he kissed and sucked and tasted me, the closer he pulled me until my body was pressed so tightly against him, my heartbeat thumped against his chest.

He reached down, fondling my cock, and rubbed it against his. This was the first touch my cock had received in hours and I could hardly hold back my excitement.

Xander must have sensed it, or maybe he just felt my cock eagerly twitching in his hand, and he ground into me a little harder. My heart rate sped up. A bead of sweat trickled down my chest. My breath grew heavier.

He kissed me long and hard, forcing me to slow down my breathing. His tongue slipped into my mouth, the sweet, iron-laden taste lingering from last night. The taste made my stomach lurch, but I forced myself to think about what else was happening and the nausea faded away.

His tongue slid along my upper row of teeth, feeling the length of my canines. It had to be strange to run his tongue along the same teeth that, in his mouth, were longer and sharper and posed a much more significant threat to whatever they came in contact with.

My thoughts were pulled away from Xander’s tongue when a warm, sticky substance shot onto my dick and lower abdomen. I smiled against Xander’s lips and opened my eyes briefly just to get a glance at his face as he came.

He quickly turned his attention back to me, giving me another forceful, almost painful kiss and he squeezed my cock. It was enough to send me over the edge, spilling ropes of my own cum onto his hand, the bed, and my body.

I fell back against the pillow, breathless and sweaty, and let Xander survey the mess we had to clean up. He slipped the rope off of my wrists, pulling on one end of the knot till it came undone nearly effortlessly.

I wrench my arms out from underneath me, rubbing my red, rope-imprinted wrists.

“That was incredible,” I told him. “You sure know what you’re doing.”

Xander smiled. “Of course I do. One doesn’t spend 250 years on Earth and not learn a thing about how to please another man.”

“There are a lot of benefits to dating a vampire, aren’t there?”

“Yes, but–“ Xander paused. “But there are cons as well.”

“Like what? The bloodlust? That’s not a big deal.”

“It is when it gets out of hand.”

The distant look on Xander’s face worried me a little. “Let’s focus on the good things right now, then, alright?”

He nodded. “Yes, you are absolutely right.”

“And I don’t suppose we could get at least a little light in here? I can barely see you in this darkness.”

Xander glanced at the heavily obscured window. “No, I’m afraid not.” He laughed coldly. “Another con of being with a vampire.”

I patted the empty space on the bed next to me. “I don’t mind. Come, sit next to me. We still have the rest of the day to hang out.”

Reluctantly, Xander settled in next to me, stroking my hair between his fingers. As much as he tried to dissuade me from getting too comfortable around him, I could get used to this – cons and all.