November 10

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty

I wanted you to know that
I love the way you laugh
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain away… 
I keep your photograph and
I know it serves me well
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
 
 
 
She wanted him to dominate her.  Not just for her but for him too.  She wouldn’t top from the bottom, not with him.  It was a talent she’d all but perfected with her uncle.  He was a small man, with a smaller cock.  One that, despite it’s size, he tried to wield like a weapon.  It never worked out for him that way and the punishments were always severe and usually tested all their limits.  One thing she’d learned with that man was her limits were far-reaching.  She was capable of “zoning out” when it got too bad.  She knew with Alexei that wouldn’t happen.  She’d felt something with him the first time she saw him…a stirring where there should not have been anything.  Her uncle was good at denying release for days and even weeks at a time.  The last time she’d angered him, because she’d looked him in the eyes when he’d told her to look at him, she should have known better, but that was the worst.  On top of denial, he’d gone at her relentlessly, then blamed her when he couldn’t get off himself.  She was too loose, and too big and there wasn’t enough friction and blah, blah, blah, she’d tuned out knowing what was coming…and what came was being placed on display.  Strapped to a table…
 
 
 
Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
You’ve gone away, you don’t feel me here, anymore
 
 
 
“Phoenix!” he hadn’t raised his voice, but the firmness knocked her out of that reverie.  She was surprised to find herself standing in her apartment, the door closed and locked behind them.  She blinked and then blinked again.  “Wow.. I’m sorry, Alexei.  I was remembering…”  She shook her head a third time.  “It doesn’t matter what I was remembering.”  She smiled.  He looked at her for a long moment, “We will talk about it later.  Take off your clothes.”  Oh shit.  She nodded and did as she was told.  He watched her very closely, his eyes drinking her in like a fine cognac on a cold night.  His eyes moved over her and her skin seared.  Her body responded to just that look.  She watched him watching her and knew her world was going to change.  As amber eyes met blue-green in a look so fiery it would have burned most men watching, she reached out to touch him, “No..” he stated firmly, “not yet.”  She let her hand fall to her side, a small moan escaping her.  The corner of his mouth quirked.  Oh he knows what his doing to me.  Alexei spoke softly, “You are beautiful, and you are mine.”  Phoenix nodded.  “Say it, Phoenix.”  “I’m yours.”  He shook his head, “All of it.”  She looked at him and spoke softly, “I”m beautiful, and yours.”  He shook his head again, “Louder.”  Phoenix dropped her eyes and raised her voice, saying it louder.  “Now look at me and say it like you believe it, and don’t make me ask you again.”  Oh.  That tone.  I know that tone well.  She looked up at him and said it, with conviction.  “Good girl.”  His voice dropped to merely a purr, “I am going to well and truly stake my claim.”
 
 
 
The worst is over now 
And we can breathe again
I wanna hold you high, you steal my pain away
There’s so much left to learn
And no one left to fight
I wanna hold you high and steal your pain
 
 
 
Phoenix shivered as he walked purposely toward her, the promise of his intent clear in his darkened eyes.  He stripped his clothes as he moved dropping them as he stalked toward her.  He stood in front of her naked and ready.  She watched him approach, not flinching, not even daring to breathe.  They stood eyeing each other, she dropped her eyes first, and he was on her, pushing her against the wall, claiming her mouth in a soul rending kiss, hands tangling in her hair tilting her face to his.  Her arms wove around his neck her hands finding his teal shag and twining through the soft strands. His hands traveled over her body to her ass, lifting her.  Her legs moved around his waist seeking balance and he entered her, claiming her, marking her as his.  The sounds of their joining echoed off the stone walls, he whispered the words she needed to hear surrounded quickly by more tender thoughts and words, they found their release.Cause I’m broken when I’m open 
 
 
 
And I don’t feel like I am strong enough
Cause I’m broken when I’m lonesome 
And I don’t feel right when you’re gone away
 
 
 
He carried her to the bed, where he deposited her gently, and lay beside her, his fingers gently trailing over her body, hers mirroring his.  When he took her this time it was gently and with all the reverence he possessed.  Slowly, very slowly he rocked her world.

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Posted November 10, 2012 by The Cosmos in category "Vampires