Blood Tease

Elaine smirked down at my half-naked body, firming her grip on the tasseled piece of work that was every bit as menacing now as I could only imagine it would be, striking down on my bare flesh. My wrists squirmed against the frigid metal rings that held me to her bed post, sending nipple-hardening goose bumps across my nervous, pale skin. Elaine approached slowly, gently placing her hands on either side of me, swinging her left leg around my hip as though to hold the rest of me in place.

She softly outlined my lips with her index finger before gently massaging them with hers. I knew that this phase of things would not last long, as Elaine had never derived much pleasure from the kinder side of intimacy. Awaking me from my slumber, she sank a piercing bite into my lower lip, almost deep enough to draw blood. Her kisses became invasive as a rough destruction of a virgin’s hymen as her teeth gripped pulled my tongue into her mouth for her destructive pleasure. I moaned lightly as I received the first taste of my own blood, pooling around her fangs. Elaine’s nails clawed into my shoulders, gripping into my skin as though she were already caught up in orgasmic ecstasy. As if motivated by pure starvation, her fangs eagerly nuzzled my neck, her tongue lapping up tiny pools of blood as they came. Just the exquisite agony of feeling my flesh shredded raw for Elaine’s survival as well as pleasure sent waves of arousal pulsing through my body. I was giving Elaine much more than sex, but a portion of my life force.

Her gray eyes rolled back in almost unbearable pleasure as her tongue and fangs absorbed my blood, and my body writhed beneath her grasp. I watched her come up for air, so to speak, and push a dark strand of curls behind her ear, her lips drenched in the scarlet liquid.

I moaned at the harsh feeling of her fangs sinking back into my skin, her lips trembling lightly in the orgiastic pleasure of fulfilling her long-neglected bodily need. A sense of near disappointment overcame me as the lightheadedness sunk in, bringing me to an almost dream-like state, and Elaine to a temporary respite.

Elaine smiled down at me, offering a quick peck on the lips. “You actually enjoy this, don’t you?”
I thought about denying it for the sake of my shame, but I recognized the pointlessness of fighting for my pride while handcuffed to a vampire’s bed, steadily growing aroused by the feeling of her fangs in my skin. As absurd as it made me feel to say it, I awkwardly told her, “Don’t stop.”

I moaned in apprehensive pleasure as her tongue settled at the base of my right breast, sweeping upward across my shivering nipples. My speech became a bit less calculated as the blood loss continued to lull me into a state comparable to the most pleasant of drug-trips.

“You are such a goddamn tease,” I whispered lazily, fingering a strand of Elaine’s wavy hair.

Elaine came up to kiss my lips again. “I can’t believe you’re actually begging me to feed off your nipples,” she said, her voice lowering to a sultry tone, “but I can’t say I’m complaining.”

The expected stimulus created an unearthly shock as her teeth penetrated my left nipple, biting heavily into the sensitive region. I shrieked in undisguised anguish as she gave each nipple its turn being steadily devoured in nips and scrapes. After every instance in which I was ready to scream for her to stop, and assault my weak body with antiseptic, I found a new rush of arousal flowing southward. I couldn’t voice my almost unbearable need for relief, for fear of the disappointment I would feel after putting an end to the waves of ecstasy that accompanied each searing pang of bitterness I felt. Before long, her lips began to trail down my stomach, her tongue dipping suggestively into my navel, slowly making its way to my inner thigh.

Elaine smiled darkly at me, licking remaining traces of blood off her red wine colored lips. She dipped a finger in my pussy, and let out a maniacal laugh. “Look how wet you are,” she said, offering the retracted finger as evidence.

She licked the finger clean, then returned her attention to my pussy, slowly stroking upward from my hole to my clit, which she gently nuzzled with her tongue and teeth. The flinch of pleasure tested the strength of my handcuffs. Elaine pouted slightly as I made her tongue lose its tracking, and pushed two fingers inside to stabilize me. I moaned as the miniature orgasm of the first pleasure wave overcame me, and her fingers circled round inside me, gently increasing pressure in my most sensitive spots.

“God yes…” I breathed. “fuck me.”

I knew full well that one did not ask a woman like Elaine to fuck her and honestly expect soft caresses and a slow, gentle release. “I think you need a rest, wouldn’t you say?” she asked. “I don’t want you to pass out before I can make you cum.”

If she were anyone else, I would have dismissed the suggestion as teasing. But in this case, I knew that Elaine’s reluctance came from genuine concern for my safety. Still…why did she always get me so fucking aroused before the selfless, guilt-ridden concern kicked in?

My eyes were glazed over with craving. “I don’t fucking care,” I moaned, still writhing from the intense pleasure of her fingers circling my g-spot. “I want you to hurt me. Feed off of me…do whatever the fuck you want, just don’t stop.”

Elaine smiled viciously. “I’ve got something better in mind.”

She held out the whip from earlier and gently grazed it across my pussy, giving me an easy tease before the onset of the incredible torture that was to ensue. My eyes scrunched shut as she pushed my thighs apart to give the whip free roam of my clit.

“Hit me as hard as you can,” I breathed. “make me bleed.”

Elaine bit her lower lip, to avoid a smile. “Does it really take this much pain to make you happy? Why can’t I ever just come home and have you ask me something normal like, ‘hey, let’s be daring and have sex on the couch instead of in bed,’ or ‘how would you feel about getting a vibrator?’”

I groaned and shook my head. “I don’t want that,” I said sharply. “I want you, now knock this off.”

Elaine looked flustered at the thought. “Well then,” she said, smiling coyly.

Without much warning, Elaine slapped the whip down on my pussy, emitting the most arduous of stings throughout my body. I dug my fingernails into the bed sheets as the repetitive strikes tore into my clit, ravaging every sensing nerve in my body. The numbness from the previous blood-draining completely reaped my logic.

The progression of whips made me scream in agony, but I still wasn’t totally satisfied. “Harder,” I repeated. “fucking rip me apart! I want to bleed for you. I want you to make me bleed and drink my blood.”

Elaine had no problem complying with this request. As she beat down harder and harder, my entire body felt on fire, being torn in half with every strike. I continued to beg her to hurt me more and more. I wanted her to hit me with such severity that I would no longer be able to think, or see straight. I cringed at the horrific sound of the whip snapping against my most sensitive organ, and cried in pain until I could not stand it anymore. But I let her continue until a divine numbness settled through me, preparing my body for a pain orgasm. I didn’t realize how heavily I was bleeding until Elaine finally put down the whip and leaned down to finish out my request.

With the absence of the whip, my body became dully aware of how much pain it was in. With the first stroke of Elaine’s tongue, I involuntarily started to cry. Her tongue flicked around my clitoris, stopping the blood as it freely flowed from open wounds. My pussy was on fire in a mixture of agony and overwhelming pleasure. I squinted my eyes shut to fight back the tears before Elaine had the chance to notice them, and soon found myself bracing as the impending climax overcame my body.

I came to a plateau and felt the horrific sting of her fangs helping the last drops of blood into her mouth. The absolute merciless rawness of the act sent me over the edge, filling me with warm, excruciating pleasure. I held in my breath, holding in my scream for as long as I could before the spreading heat tore through my body. By this time, my breaths and screams were as hysterical as the assaulting waves of rapture. A thousand little pinpricks of dizzying pleasure danced across my naked skin, tearing me in every direction as if it could completely shred me, and I would be too engaged in my own ecstasy to notice or care. Near the close, I was wrapped in a sense of peace that felt as though it would never be over…

The feeling of coming down from it was by far the most unpleasant moment of the evening, the sharp rippling tides of pleasure tapering into a warm, gentle feeling throughout my body. I was drained to the point of near unconsciousness when Elaine finally released my wrists and drew a sheet over my trembling body.