Henry/Vicki Dinner Bit

“A challenge is a challenge and you will stay still until I’m done. We’ll see which one of us need to be in control.” With a smirk of pure femininity Vicki turned and left Henry tied to the bed. She got a great deal of pleasure in having a vampire totally at her mercy— even if he could easily rip the silk binding his arms and legs. Who would have thought that he’d have the restraints and such already? Just seeing his gorgeous body spread out across those sheets would have been enough to send her crawling up those thighs to claim her prize but the fact that he thought he had more control than she kept her firm in her resolve. He’d break first; there was no doubt in her mind. “Oh, I’m going to thoroughly enjoy this.” Walking from the bedroom towards the kitchen, her mind lit up with the possibilities before her.

Passing the couch Vicki looked down and smiled. She really hadn’t been kind to him. She’d basically attacked him, ripping his shirt off and in the process throwing both of them balance. They’d found themselves strewn across the leather couch. Not that she had minded. Any moment she felt those muscular legs encasing her body on either side was a moment of pure bliss. For a dead guy, he definitely gave off enough heat to burn her from the inside out.

Thinking about it now, Henry with his legs flailing in the air, head dangling just inches from the floor with a look of complete shock on his face, she wanted to laugh. At the time Vicki had only wanted to get revenge, to push him so close to the edge that he would beg her. She had wanted him on his knees in contrition, but had only managed to get him on his back. With her self firmly encased in those gorgeous thighs of his. It was about then that she’d formed her evil plan.

Temptation.

*****

Very slowly, Vicki run her hands from where they rested on Henry’s shoulders down his abdomen- her fingertips pushing the cotton fiber of his shirt into each crease of muscle. She leaned back enough so that the very tip of her toes held her weight, but it looked like her hands on his body were doing the work. As she moved them down his body, her fingers were very light but deliberate –each caress getting into the recesses of his muscles. Just as Henry’s eyes had begun to darken and he was preparing to move her off of him, Vicki had pulled her hands up and over the waist of his jeans. Changing from fingertips to entire hands while doing so. The pressure increasing as she spread out her fingers to brush his zipper. A satisfied smile peaking out from behind her eyes as Henry’s baby blues had turned a darker hue in conjunction with the sudden jerk she’d felt under her hands.

When Vicki’s hands finally slid their way to Henry’s knees, she stood up. A wicked light came to her eyes as she pretended to loose her footing and fall back onto Henry. The both of them rolling off the leather and onto the hard wood and landing with Vicki sitting up, straddling him. Her amusement at Henry’s predicament was tempered slightly by the knowledge of just where her hips were located. Hmm…I wander what’s in his pocket. Very deliberately, Vicki slid herself back until her butt held Henry’s legs to the floor while her right hand slid up his thigh and pushed it’s way into his pants pocket.

Leaning in Vicki pushed her whole hand into the pocket spreading her fingers wide to maximize the amount of contact. Slowly, she explored just how wide the pockets were. When she found the wall she was searching for, Vicki followed it down -down the length of his thigh, of his pocket, of him. At Henry’s eyes going completely black, Vicki pulled her hand out and resumed her original position across his pelvis. Grinning at Henry’s growl of disapproval, she grabbed him by the neck and hauled him up meeting his mouth with her own.

Taken by surprise, Henry didn’t have time to react. His head was still disoriented from his second fall in ten minutes. The only thing he was able to do was put the many skills his tongue had learned in his lifetime to use.

If he keeps this up, I won’t be able to stop. At this thought, Vicki mentally pulled away and placed her hands on Henry’s chest. Where her fingers began drawing designs over his left pectoral region, causing his back to move further into the sitting position. In one swift motion, Vicki grabbed Henry’s collar and ripped the garment down and off his body. The fabric floating down somewhere on the other side of the couch brought Vicki’s lips away from Henry’s and her eyes down to the exposed treasure below her. Even though she tried, she wasn’t able to keep the purr of appreciation to herself.

Henry leaned back on his hands, leaning his head back and laughed at Vicki’s reaction. His entire body pulsing up and down in time with the spasms of his chest. Each convulsion bringing his waist even more into contact with Vicki’s. Bringing his obvious desire for her right to the forefront of their reality.

As the realization of what was in contact with what, Henry stopped laughing. All playfulness left him as he moved his face level with the eyes that had haunted his every waking moment. It was then that he issued the challenge, or at least what Vicki saw as a challenge. “If you don’t move, I’m going to do everything in my power to make you lose control. I’ll make you wiggle and squirm and beg me for mercy.”

Deliberately grinding her body onto Henry’s as she leaned over him, Vicki smiled; the action showing her anger and desire at and for both satisfaction and Henry himself. “Not if I make you first.”

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Leaning down, Vicki picked up the scrap of white linen and held it gently in her hands.

“VICKI!” Henry closed his eyes. Regretting, yet again, the challenge he’d laid out for her. Each one would be tied down. The one who broke and begged for release in the shortest amount of time lost. It didn’t matter that there was no prize, or punishment for that matter. It was about pride. He’d been stupid enough to crush Vicki’s under the weight of his 500-year-old ego. “Victoria! If you’re going to torture me at least do it IN the room. What’s with the bending down outside the door? It’s low, really low.”

Waiting, he hoped to hear some sort of response but was only met with the sounds of muffled chuckles and soft footfalls. “I will remember this Victoria. Don’t think I won’t!”

Not even bothering to turn around, Vicki yelled back, “If you don’t stop calling me Victoria you’re not going to have to worry about my turn. I’ll make sure you don’t make it through the night.”

Grumbling, Henry mentally cursed coin flips and his promise to not use his vamp powers to win.