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  Had he had this in his quarters all along? Just waiting for the moment to produce it and gauge her reaction? Or found it somewhere?

  “What’s the delay? Regretting your lewd behavior this afternoon?”

  She almost smiled. Describing that accidental embrace as “lewd” proved he was playing. “All I regret is angering you,” she replied. Nice touch that. Suitably submissive but apologizing for nothing.

  “You’ll be regretting more than that by the time I’ve finished. See this?” He held up the strap, which she now saw was genuine leather. She hadn’t seen any for decades. When had he found it? Back in the days when animal hides were easy to find on Terra most likely.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “It’s for you, or rather your lovely arse. After I warm you up that is.” As he spoke, he moved in so he was inches from her.

  She looked up. Dark eyes met hers, his handsome, ageless face impassive. “Ready?”

  Before she finished the nod, he caught her by the waist and held her up, feet and head toward the floor, in a tight hold under his arm. His free hand stroked her arse. “So smooth and cool and pale,” he said. “I’m going to change that.”

  His hand came down with a dull splat. The sting spread instantly and she felt it deep in her cunt. She let out a sigh of sheer and utter anticipation, but before she finished exhaling, he went on. “I will color it pink for you, Ferda. Rosy, burning pink. Just for you.”

  As he spoke his hand came down fast and hard, laying into her so she squirmed and wriggled, but she might as well be trying to move a mountain as get out of a vampire’s grasp. She bit back the cries for a while but at last she couldn’t hold back and let out a wail.

  He stopped.

  “Had enough?”

  “If you wish.”

  He let out a little chuckle. “For now.” He set her on her feet, but kept hold of her shoulders to steady her. “Nicely warmed up?” he asked. “Ready for the strap?”

  Her throat was so tight by now she couldn’t have spoken if she wanted to. Her cunt throbbed to match her rear and her nipples were hard peaks. She smelled her arousal. How could he miss it?

  “So,” Drake said, “let’s see how you take a few nice swats with my calf leather strap.” He reached for it off the floor and wound one end slowly around his right hand. “Come with me.” He took her hand, his skin cool against her sweaty palm. “Frightened about what’s to come?” He even added a little smirk for effect.

  “No, not frightened,” she replied in all honesty. “Worried a bit.” That maybe this wouldn’t end in wild abandoned sex. She was in need.

  “I won’t let you down,” he said. He stopped by his console, where, at some point, he’d set up an inviting nest of blankets and pillows. Only it wasn’t that inviting. He wanted her bent over double. That was the whole idea wasn’t it? Just thinking of it sent a river running between her legs. “Let’s get this over with, so we can get on with other things.”

  What other things? she wanted to ask, but wisely held her peace.

  “Get in position.”

  At least it was comfortable. With her feet firmly on the floor and her body cushioned, she could almost ignore her throbbing arse. Almost, but not quite. If the real leather in his hand stung anything like the synthetic sort, the throbbing would soon be a background sensation to the real hurt.

  Ferda took a deep breath, tried unsuccessfully to ignore the incessant pulse between her legs, and waited.

  “Are you going to make any noise?” Drake asked.

  “Do you wish me to?”

  “Do whatever seems right.”

  Right to her, or right to him? Before she could even think that one over, the strap came down with a stinging, screaming slash, square across her rump.

  She let out a gasp. Either she’d forgotten how much it hurt, or real leather cut harder than synthetic. Having a vamp wield it no doubt notched it all up a few levels.

  “You’ll get two more.”

  Like that, or harder? She was not about to ask.

  She was too busy gasping and groaning as the sting of the strap burned across her skin and into her flesh. There was a long pause, no doubt to make sure the ache spread everywhere including her nipples and her clit. She had kept that scream in, but it was impossible not to squirm against the pillows.

  Not that it helped any.

  Two cool hands stroked up from her waist to her shoulders and down, until they rested on her aching arse. “I think, my dear Ferda, that if you can accept this next one, which will be harder than either of the other two, I will reward you.”

  What was she supposed to say to that? Thank you? Get on with it? I am so wound up my arse is the least of my hurts? Why waste breath? He knew what was going to happen.

  He caressed her cheeks, the familiar, cool hands covered every inch of her aching bum but she knew the minute he stepped back, felt the rush of air as the strap descended and let out a scream as the leather made contact. It was harder. Much, much harder and her poor tender bum jerked in response.

  “Hush,” Drake whispered in her ear and she vaguely realized he was leaning over her and… naked. “It’s all over. Now comes your treat and mine.” He rubbed his erection on her back and down to the crack between her cheeks. “How long since you were buggered?”

  Dear galaxies and heavens! “Too long. It’s been ages. I’m going to be tight.”

  “Wonderful. Don’t you dare get scared. I’ll come in easy.” As he spoke, his cold fingers dipped into her cunt. “You’re ready and wanting, aren’t you?” He spread her own lubricant over her arse hole and eased inside. Just the pressure of his fingertip had her sighing with pleasure as she slowly pressed back.

  “You like that?”

  “Yes.”

  He pressed deeper. “Want more?”

  “Yes!”

  His finger eased all the way in. It was tight but wonderful, and it had been far, far too long. His finger pumped back and forth, wresting groans from her. But it wasn’t enough. “I need more!”

  “What do you need, Ferda?”

  As if he didn’t know! “Your cock!”

  “And where do you want my cock?”

  “Deep in my arse.”

  “Very well.”

  There was more lubricant, cold this time and deep into her, then the pressure of the head of his cock against her tight muscle. “Press back,” he told her.

  Ferda shifted her hips. Just a little but it was enough. With a thrust he was in, past the tight ring. She was still moaning from the sensation when he jerked a second time and he was seated in deep. She was filled, stretched and possessed, and reared back her shoulders and head, letting out an almost animal cry of pleasure. His hands tightened around her waist, pulling her onto him, bringing his cock even deeper. It had been so long since a lover had pleasured her this way and her mind and heart soared with joy.

  Drake began pumping, working her as only a vampire could, and as her cries became more shrill and her climax neared, he bent over. His mouth found the fleshy part of her shoulder and he bit.

  Her screams of passion and satisfaction echoed off the metal ceiling. Her mind was afire with sensation and the thrill of the fuck, and as her cries eased, the world went wavy around her and she blacked out.

  She came to in Drake’s arms, as he carried her across the cabin. “You never did that before,” he said. “Fade out on me in la petite mort.”

  “You never buggered me before.”

  He set her on the bunk and sat beside her, an odd look on his face. “I haven’t, have I? Never chastised you before either.”

  “No.” It was about all she could manage.

  “Which was it?”

  “Both,” she replied. “Both together.”

  “I’d best remember that,” Drake replied, pulling a cover over her. “I think I wore you out. Rest. We’ve nothing to do on the bridge.”

  As she drifted off to sleep, she realized she was in his bunk. She’d never slept there before. W
hy this time?

  She was too exhausted to ponder the ramifications. Besides, soon they’d be on Damphir VI and then she’d have plenty to occupy her mind.

  To Be Continued

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