Chapter 15

Fifteen

I can smell my desire with my damp panties stuffed in my mouth.

I breathe hard through my nose.

Bran’s belt buckle clatters as he undoes it. The leather snaps when he yanks it from the loops.

In two seconds, he has it twisted into a figure 8, then yanks my arms behind my back and slips the restraints over my wrists. When he pulls the tail, it tightens, binding me.

The leather is biting.

His hand comes around my throat, his hardness pressing against the back of me.

I huff out another breath as our eyes meet in the mirror.

“Is this what you wanted, little mouse?”

I clench up, buzzing with sudden heat and need.

His pupils are blown wide, fangs sharp in his mouth.

I am nothing but prey now, caught in the predator’s snare.

But I chose to be here, to feel the terror of being used by someone more powerful than me.

I’m still wearing my party dress and Bran yanks the plunging neckline off my shoulders, baring me.

He still has one hand wrapped around my throat, veins bulging, running along his knuckles.

His other hand sinks to my breast and pinches at my nipple.

I arch against him, but he presses back, pushing my hips into the edge of the counter. I mewl around the lacy fabric stuffed in my mouth and wiggle against the restraints.

He pinches again and pain and pleasure mingle in my gut.

“If I could keep you like this all night, I would,” he says. “Keep you bound and gagged and just on the edge of coming until you can’t take it anymore.” His fingers trail over my chest, sending goosebumps down my arms. “I would fuck you until you were begging for release.”

My clit is buzzing, desperate to be touched. Any friction at all would do, but Bran takes his time teasing over the sensitive flesh of my breasts, then grazing my nipples just enough to force them to peak.

“Do you know all of the wicked things I want to do to your body, Mouse?” he asks.

I breathe hard and close my eyes, just imagining it.

“Ah-ah,” he says and tightens his grip on my throat. “Eyes open. You’ll watch me punish you.”

My pussy clenches and I moan, eyes widening.

Bran’s other hand dips lower and drags up the hem of my dress. I’m swollen and wet and buzzing and needy.

Touch me.

For god’s sake, touch me.

In the mirror, I watch as his hand disappears beneath the fabric. I breathe hard, anticipating his touch.

I part my thighs for him and he slides his fingers down my slit and I almost lose my mind.

I clamp my teeth over the lace.

“So. Fucking. Wet.” Bran’s irises are bright gold fire when I meet his gaze. He slips his hand out and brings it to his mouth, then sucks each finger clean.

The groan that comes out of me, watching him taste my desire, is feral.

With my bound hands, I try to reach between us to grope him, but he’s faster than me and grabs at the center of the binding and yanks me to a standstill.

“You don’t get to touch.” He lifts my dress up and smacks me on the ass.

I jolt from the sting and collapse on the counter, only for him to bury his hand in my hair and yank my head back up, forcing me to bend.

“Eyes on me, Mouse. Don’t disobey me.”

My clit swells, throbbing at his words.

I need him to fill me up.

Now. Right now.

I give him a quick nod.

“Good girl.”

He steps back. I keep my gaze on him in the mirror and watch intently as he lifts his shirt off with a quick snap of his wrist. I appreciate the view while I have it, the deep lines between ab muscles, the swell of his biceps, every fiber of muscle that twines across his chest as he unbuttons his pants.

Bran’s body is a symphony when it moves. A dark and dangerous symphony and I want to sink into the music of it.

When his cock is free, he fists it in his hand and gives it several pumps until pre-cum glistens at the tip.

I test the strength of the belt, straining against it, but there’s no give.

I push out my ass, desperate for his attention.

He keeps stroking his cock, watching me struggle, enjoying it even.

Cool air is stealing beneath the hem of my dress, reminding me of the untouched heat and the unspent desire.

I’m going to break soon if he doesn’t do something about it.

He strokes faster, muscles working hard, his breath quickening.

He better not come without me.

Oh god, what if he does?

What if that’s the punishment?

I groan around my panties.

“What’s wrong, little mouse?” he says.

He knows I can’t respond, which makes him grin in the most wicked way.

I grumble again.

“Get over here,” he orders.

I lift myself off the counter and hurry to him.

“Get on your knees.”

I sink in front of him like I’m worshipping at his altar.

He stops pumping at his dick, pulls the fabric from my mouth, and tosses it aside. “Open up.”

I pop my lips open for him, butterflies filling my stomach.

“No,” he says, his eyes brightening. “Stick out your tongue.”

I heave out a needy breath and do as he asks, flattening my tongue for him.

One hand on the back of my head, the other around his cock, he strokes himself again and again, growing harder as I peer up at him, waiting like a good little mouse.

With a growl, teeth clenched and fangs sharp, he comes on my tongue, pulling on the back of my hair while he goes to angle me up to him.

It’s so much cum that I can’t hold it all and it drips down my chin and then down my chest and his gaze darkens as he makes a mess of me.

My clit pulses as Bran breathes heavily above me. “Swallow it, Mouse.”

I close my mouth and swallow the taste of him down my throat. Being used and commanded sends a flush down my entire body.

“That’s my good girl.” He lets up his grip on my hair, then yanks me to my feet. Using his vampire speed, he removes the belt, but I’m only free a fraction of a second before he’s binding me again, this time with my arms in front.

Before I know what he’s doing, I’m pressed against the opposite wall. He lifts my arms above my head and hooks me by the belt on one of the towel hooks.

He covers my body with his and I am lost in the size of him.

“Now that you have a taste of me on the tip of your tongue,” he says, his voice raspy at my ear, “perhaps it’s my turn to get a taste of you.”

I whimper beneath him, trussed up by the hook. I’m at his mercy and I want him to do anything and everything to me.

He trails from my ear down the curve of my throat, then kisses gently at my rapid pulse point.

A shiver rolls up my spine.

His fangs graze my flesh.

Instinctively I curl into myself, curling away from the predator, but Bran grabs me by the jaw and opens me back up.

He bites me. I squeak. He pulls on my blood and all of the fight runs out of me. I melt into him.

“Bran,” I say on a breath.

The pressure at my clit is so intense, I think I could go off at the slightest touch. But I need to go off. I need to come.

My pussy is tingling and my body is shivering and I can barely breathe.

“Bran.”

When he pulls back and runs his tongue over his fangs, his eyes are burning brightly.

“Yes, little mouse?”

“I need…I need?—”

He bends into me, his forearm propped on the wall beside me. “Yes?” he asks and kisses me, just a quick graze of his lips.

“I need?—”

He covers my mouth with his and I can taste the tang of my blood. His tongue slides over mine, and fills me with the coppery, sweet taste. He’s hard again, digging into my thigh. I go up on tiptoes so I can feel the hot throb of his cock at my wetness.

He rocks his hips forward, sliding between my thighs.

I’m so wet, he finds no resistance and teases me with a slow back and forth motion, hitting my clit with every thrust.

“Just like that,” I say, practically begging.

The pressure builds. He grabs my ass and positions me better to find the most leverage between us.

“Oh fuck.”

“Maybe I’ll make you wait,” he says.

“Oh god, no.” I focus on him, pleading with my eyes.

“I’ve only had half my fill of you, little mouse,” he says and steals the heat of his cock from me.

“Bran.” I whimper and pull at the binding. “Please. Stop teasing me.”

He drops to his knees. “Spread your legs for me.”

I widen my stance and he lifts one of my legs, draping it over his shoulder.

In the mirror across the bathroom, I watch him as he leans into me and devours me with his mouth.

I exhale with a rush and arch away from the wall, the hook capturing me by the belt.

I am entranced by the reflection, by the sight of the back of Bran’s head as he moves against me, lapping me up.

The sight of him, the feel of him, the sensation of the flat of his tongue against me makes the pressure build and build.

“Oh my god,” I say as he dips down to my entrance and fucks me with his tongue, then comes back up to my clit, nipping at it, causing me to moan and quiver.

I’m buzzing and burning, chest heaving. If it wasn’t for the belt and the hook, I’d be sinking to the floor.

Bran repositions himself, his hand trailing up my thigh, then closer and closer to my wet slit.

“You’ll come in my mouth,” he tells me. “I want to taste all of you when you let go.”

He fills me up with three fingers, stretching me.

“Go on,” he orders and sucks at my clit.

“Shit. Oh fuck.”

He licks and sucks and fucks me with his fingers and the orgasm slams through me and I buck against the wall.

Bran holds me still with one arm hooked around my thigh.

He leans into me as I cry out, riding the wave through.

“Look at yourself,” he says up to me. “Watch how you glow.”

As the orgasm spasms through me, I force myself to look at my reflection as I tremble all over.

I’m flush, sweating, shaking.

But he’s right.

There’s something otherworldly about me in this moment as the pleasure fills my veins and my own juices drip down my thighs.

I’ve never felt so empowered. Even when I’m strapped down by a belt to the wall.

Bran pulls his fingers from me and stands in front of me, his lips swollen from the effort of eating my pussy.

“Did you learn your lesson, little mouse?”

I sag against the wall and he unhooks me, unlatching the belt. “Yes,” I tell him, even though I think it’s a lie.

He catches me when my knees buckle once I’m free.

His arm winds around my waist as the other arm hooks behind my knees and he carries me to bed. I’m practically boneless when he lays me on my side.

He disappears in a blur, then returns a few seconds later with a hot, wet cloth. “Open, Mouse,” he tells me and I spread my knees apart so he can clean me up.

“I thought I wasn’t supposed to clean your cum from my pussy,” I say, my voice thick with exhaustion.

“You’re not. I’m cleaning you up. There’s a clear difference.”

I laugh when he hits my still sensitive clit. “A girl could get used to this.”

He disappears again to take care of the cloth, then flicks off the bathroom light, lengthening the shadows in the room.

Next, the bedside lamp goes dark and then he’s sliding into the bed with me.

“Naughty little mouse,” he says against my neck as he pulls my back to his chest.

I sigh contentedly. “I will never learn my lesson.”

He snorts. “I can see I have my work cut out for me.”

I snuggle into the pillow, my head suddenly heavy. “Bran?”

“Yes, Mouse?”

The air conditioning runs through the vents with a whir. I can hear the ticking of the analog clock that sits on Bran’s dresser.

“Will we be okay today? After my Pledging?”

His arms tighten around me. “Whatever happens, I will protect you. You have my word.”

I sigh and tangle my legs with his. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Mouse.”