But he doesn’t sparkle.
He rolled on top of me, pinning me under him, his cock already seeking entrance. Even though I was wet and hot and ready, I couldn’t hide the wince or the whimper as he pressed against my tender groin.
I think it was the wince that sealed my fate. Or the whimper. Both, undoubtedly. His eyes brightened, his smile widened. Pure glee settled on his face.
“Still sore from before?” He asked, sympathy tinging his voice. I nodded, but I was not the least bit fooled by the sympathy.
Oh, not that I doubted its sincerity. I think he is sympathetic to my discomfort.
But I also know seeing me in pain turns him on like nothing else. Sympathetic or not, his cock stiffened even more. And I braced myself for the painful plunge I knew was coming.
But it didn’t come. Not like it usually does. Not that homerun slam where he has to wrap his arms around my shoulders and his fists in my hair to keep me from scrambling backwards against the piercing pain of his cock forging its way inside.
Instead he loomed up over me, his face over mine, his eyes locked on mine. It wasn’t his cock that pierced me this time. It was his eyes. Boring, penetrating, probing. Caught off guard, I stared back at him, unable to look away.
“Good.” He said softly, practically breathing the word out as he adjusted his hips.
Slowly yet insistently, he moved his hips against mine. Pain, steady pressing pain as he pushed inside me. I winced again, discomfort rippling through my body, and he leaned closer, pressing harder, his eyes remaining locked on mine.
It was the eyes. Those eyes.
It was unnerving. I shifted underneath him, actually trying to draw him in faster, wanting to get it over with, wanting, mostly, for him to close his eyes or look away, anything to break the contact, to stop the feeling of him invading my mind with those fucking eyes.
“Don’t move.” He commanded quietly, punctuating the order with a short, sharp jab of his cock. I grunted in pain, and stared up at him. He smiled- Cheshire Cat style.
He held onto me with his eyes. Forced me to watch, to acknowledge the obvious pleasure he gets out of seeing pain on my face. How his eyes sparkle when I moan, how the corners of his mouth tug with each wince. Every breathless groan of hurt that I made was answered with an equally breathless grunt of glee from him.
His enjoyment is not just physical. The evidence of physical pleasure lay snuggled deep in my cunt, probing still. That one is easy to spot.
The mental pleasure though… a little harder to spot when you tend to shut out the world, closing your eyes amidst your own pain, sinking into yourself where you can process and deal. I had missed seeing his face, seeing his enjoyment at my expense. Missed it as I dealt with myself.
Now it loomed above me, stark, clear, pinning me with it. Like a bug to a board.
His fingers sought and found my breasts, my nipples, pinching and rolling as he continued to grind against me, bruising the already tender flesh. As the pain increased, my mental defenses decreased. Tears sprang into my eyes and I closed them, finally, shutting him out, shutting myself in. For a time, I could still feel his eyes on me, that crawling sensation you have when you know you are being watched.
And then he sat up, sat back on his knees, gripping my breasts in his fists like fleshy handles, and I felt it break. The connection, the probing, the mental raping. I had a moment to think vampire. he’s an emotional vampire., and then he was slamming into me, his hands practically tearing my breasts from my chest, and I let go of all thought, falling toward that place where pain and pleasure meet and mix, like lovers dancing in the night.
Now, it’s been a couple of days. I’m no longer sore. But- I close my eyes and I can still see his, looming over me, sucking from my soul.
Fucking vampire.
~cunt
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Thursday November 5th, 2009 7:44am
This reads too much like erotica compared to usual postings.
If it were erotica (which I don’t write, btw) or fantasy (which I have written, a couple of years ago), then I would expressly have said so in the beginning of the post. I don’t read erotica so I don’t ‘trick’ other people into reading it either.
But, that it sounds like erotica is a decent compliment, if you ask me. So thanks.
Avid curiosity … what did he DO, to make you so sore, inside?
s
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Brutal fuckings. *nods*
Yummy.
Er, wait. That’s just me.
My sympathies. That’s what I meant.
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I wish I could apologize for what I am about to say…but I can’t cause I’m not sorry.(Don’t hate the messenger!) But you are one lucky assed little bitch! Of course, I’m very sure you already know that! My Sir has eyes that do the same thing to me…making me melt and fear all at the same time, and that Cheshire Cat sorta smile…I know that look too well also. Tee-hee-hee. And I admit that my Sir enjoys toying with my pain because it is a part of his pleasure, mine as well if I was honest about it. What can I say? I am a lucky assed bitch also. But the way you word it…so freaking delightful, sensual and earthy as well. Thanks.
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Kaya,
I love the way you delved into the mental stuff that goes on between you two. I wish I could get that kind of intensity in my erotica.
By the way, if he’s a vampire, does that make you a ghul or part of his stable (bonus points if you get the reference)?
Dave
Dear lord, that’s so erotic.
Now I need to fap. Thanks, kaya. lol
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I gotta agree with pinkpoppet,I was going to say you are one lucky woman!
Some people LONG for that connection.,. be it with a vampire or something else~
Hey Kaya,
Ohhhh…those eyes. The last time i had and encounter with Ma’am, she used those eyes on me. It was in a different way though. When we were done i told her i was considering not even coming that night. But i did. Things in the rest of life were pretty much sucky.
She grabbed me by the sides of my head..told me ‘tell me, tell me why’. i told her i would later. Then she caught me w/ those eyes…those ever piercing eyes. ‘no tell me now’. i melted i told her all. She could have told me anything then. I would have complied.
Yeah…the eyes. Are they not wonderful things.
elliot
Just last night Master and I were having drinks… he told me “that’s one thing I never call you on.” I asked what he meant. He said when he tells me to look at him, and I do, but I can never hold his gaze for more than a few brief moments before I have to look away. I’ve written before about his dark, piercing eyes; eyes that bore right through me, through to my very soul.
Yes. He is a vampire.
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Daddy does that. It’s always kind of shocking, and it’s such a fight when he tells me I’m not allowed to close my eyes when I cum. “Look at me, whore.” *Shudder* Mostly it’s good, but the emotional vampire idea? Spot on.
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Postings like this are the gems of your blog! Thanks for sharing.
Wow, lovely post! Lucky, lucky you (why are you walkin’ that way???) ….
glad you and M are home together and enjoying those nice, restful, relaxing times that couples share when they’ve been apart (snort, giggle!)
Nilla
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Oh..Sparkle..I get it (slaps forehead.) Right, vampire sparkles…yanno, you can get a dildo that’s called a vampire and it does sparkle, lol!
But since you have your very own vamp…well, what use have you of dildo’s sparkly or otherwise, eh? (cheeky grin!)
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Kaya, I have read you for ages and have enjoyed your writing. Shy or not, this post was too much for me to not comment. You nailed this one girl. Thank you, thank you… great writing, great, just great.
Oh…wow…umm…i gotta go get Daddy LOL. That was fantastically written.
That was rivetting. I was mesmerised.
I find I close my eyes a lot during sex as I find it heightens the sensations. But sometimes when I do open them, and make eye contact with Master it can be so intense and powerful.
Thank you for a lovely post.
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I followed you several years ago on eljay, and admit it’s much less frequently now that you’ve moved…I just wanted to say that my former Master would do the EXACT. SAME. THINGS. After He had satisfied Himself, He would absolutely TORTURE me and deny orgasm for what always seems forever because He would be rock hard as much from denying me orgasm and my reactions as teasing when i was sore. Afterwards was always the BEST. SEX. EVAR.
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