Bound

The air tonight is cold, fresh on the senses. I'm walking around the house and it's grounds. Thinking of nothing imparticular. I take a large inhale of the crisp air. There it is, what I've been waiting for.

"Couldn't keep away?" I say an edge of flirtyness behind my voice. I wander in the woods ahead of me following the scent "I want you" I whisper, knowing he can hear me.

That laugh, the deep and gravelly laugh is near me "Hmmm my love as much as I want to believe that, recent events have led me to believe otherwise" I stop and pull my hair back over my shoulders. Displaying the necklace.

I see his eyes flash in the dark ahead of me. I know where you are now. The speed he uses to stand before me, blows a gust of wind around me. His hands either side of my face and yes, he is wearing that fucking grin.

"My love, I need some reassurance" His hand slides from my cheek, down my neck and lands on the pendant. He smiles down to me "Tricks?" He questions. I shake my head.

My hands on his chest, I raise myself up to his ear "I'm yours, I want you and I want OUR kingdom" As I retract from his ear. My cheek grazes his. The slight contact brings my skin alight. I'm trembling. So is he.

He chuckles and his lips teasingly hover above mine. His hand goes to the nape of my neck, holding me in place. I delve my tongue in his mouth and he returns the affection. He tastes amazing, his tongue as skillful as ever. The vampire with in me is submitting to him.

Luckily I have 2 other parts of me that are recoiling and sickened by the monster attached to my mouth. Keeping me focused. Killing him in private a nice intimate end to him, my nightmare. My hands moves up his torso, slowly tracing the outlines of his muscles with my fingertips. I place a hand on his heart.

Before I can't extend my claws to dive in and take what belongs to me. He restrains my hands. He is using a lot of strength to hold me back and if he doesn't act quick he will lose. "Silly, silly girl. Resisting you has always been hard for me. Don't think me fooled by this little act."

He lifts my hands and in a fluid motion around my wrists, I hear a click. FUCK! Pain is evident as the inwards spiked cuffs pierce my skin. He lifts my bound hands up to his lips and kisses them before licking the blood. His eyes flash to snake eyes briefly and a grumbling noise reverbs through his body.

"Still delicious, despite the dog tainting you. No fear, my love. It is all in hand" He brings me closer to him. I attempted to fight back. The cuffs are rendering me weak. He laughs "You think I didn't come prepared. I'm not the only one blinded by power and goals" His words resonate with me. It's true I was blinded by my power and my lust to kill him. He was able to get the upper hand.

I go to retort but his hand is on my chest, his fingertips tracing the pendant. His fingers land on the diamond snake eyes and he flashes me a wicked smirk. Under his touch I feel the metal move. I thought it wasn't enchanted? Janice can detect a spell a mile away.

The snakes slither up and their metal fangs pierce me. Searing burning pain flows through me and renders me paralysed. "Not enchanted but a potent poison should do the trick, witches are more than just chanting neussances. That my dear Rose is a deadly cocktail. A poison to bring a wolf down and a poison to bring a vamp down."

He picks me up in his arms, one under my shoulder blades his hand cupping my side. The other under my knees. He looks down at me with adoration. "Rose my love, I will take you and I will have you. I will make it how it should be. You like this in my arms obedient and beautiful" He leans down and plants a kiss on my forehead.

I'm so stupid when it comes to this man. My brain turns to liquid everytime. I think I can take him out easily. Believe I will have control. I think him a fool, but it's me. Evidently, paralysed and unable to talk in my nightmares arms.

Due to my current condition, I can't focus enough to see through the blur of speed to tell where we are going. I just know I'm in his arms, his strong powerful arms. His smell is beautiful his face is beautiful. I feel aroused.

Wow! What is wrong with me. That pesky vampire within me getting excited her maker is carrying her. Then it hits me. I will never get over this as long as this side of me is still present. Perhaps I can find a way to suppress it control it. Only bring it forward when needed like the beast.

He looks down at rather smug. "As fiesty as you are, you always did enjoy being bound" He winks at me. Great! ofcourse he can tell I'm worked up. This is so fucked up. "Don't worry my love, I will have you writhing under me soon" Again, part of my is humming and the other is gagging.

We enter an old building, gorgeous and grand but old. He takes me up a long winding staircase. I'm taken into a dark room and placed upon a four poster bed. I see him going around the room lighting candles all along the walls.

The room is filled with flickering candle light. The light bounces and dances of his skin. Truly a vision before me. I'm at his sick and twisted mercy. Helpless and paralysed. He takes my bound wrists and separates them. The cuffs on each wrist still there and dig further in my skin. He attaches them to chains at each post at the top end of the bed.

He moved to the foot of the bed. Staring down at me. Predatory. He takes the chains at the posts either side of him and reaches forward. Wrapping his hands around my ankles. The heat of his fingertips and the cold metal between my skin and his palm, makes me shudder.

He pulls my legs apart. Displaying me for him. Wearing a dress was unfortunate. He clicks the cuffs around my ankles the spikes ripping and piercing me. My eyes roll to the back of my head as the pain subsides leaving me tingling.

He's looking down at me. Kneeling on the bed, in-between my spread legs. displayed before him. His stare excites me, I feel the now unbearable lace of my underwear dampen. His eyes flash, he lowers his head. His face an inch away from my pulsing pussy. He breathes a hot breath along me. The breath tickles and leaves a cooling sensation as it glides along my wetness.

He repeats this a couple of times, causing me to tremble and release a shuddered breath. I'm sure if I wasn't paralysed, my hips would rise to meet his mouth. I feel him grin against my lips over my underwear. I'm hypersensitive, my breathing has turned to panting. He starts to mouth at me nibbling gently. I'm losing my mind. The chains that hold me are shaking and clattering adding to my excitement.

He pulls away and stands before me at the food of the bed. "Beautiful, but not yet" My disappointment turns to rage. I'm disappointed at the loss of contact but the rage I feel is directed to myself. I don't want to react this way to him.

To my right a door opens and the witch queen steps through. Still at his beck and call. I feel a little less of an idiot with her presence now. "Ready?" She asks Thorne. He nods and takes her hand and guides her to me. She lays a book down on the bed. I can't quite read it from this angle.

I can't move my head to look at them to my side. I hear her suck a sharp intake of air, then clicks her tongue "Darling, are you sure you want to do this? It could kill her instantly and you won't have the satisfaction of it by your own hands" He kisses her knuckles thats still in his hand "My Rose is strong, she'll hold out"

The witch queen sneers and retracts her hand. "Your Rose? I thought you wanted her gone so we can be together. I've already disposed of my husband for you"

Yup, definitely feel a lot less stupid.

"Yes but understand, I am her maker and some bonds are just not easy to break, but my love with her gone it will be you and I. I will turn you. You will be a powerful vampire with your witch abilities. Two kingdoms bowing to you and me by your side as your king." I can't see them properly but from the sounds of things they are Kissing.

I'm trying to move, I'm trying to fight off this paralisation. As annoying as my jealous side is, I'm channeling that anger and I manage to twitch a finger. Damn! Not what I was hoping for but if I'm able to move my finger surely it's wearing off.

I hear them breaking their kiss, she spits and scoffs. Clearly tasting me on her tongue. She sits at the edge of the bed, by my chest. Visibley angry. "Lets begin" The witch queen says irritated, revealing a dagger.

Arlo's right. Why does everything involve blood?