Dark Attraction

Chapter 9 - Gage

Complete.

The word bounced around my head as I kissed Brand. Complete.

When he had come back to my door I had been tempted to slam it in his face, of course. A boy like that, he could have anyone he liked, and there was no good reason for him to decide that I was the one for him.

But he'd come back. And although I was confident that it was the worst possible decision he could have made for himself, I was glad of it. Because if I'm anything at all, I'm selfish. I hedonist and a narcissist, and he'd come back all on his own accord.

Wanting me.

Wanting what I could give him.

And he was barely phased by my vampiric revelation. In fact, he'd expected it, apparently. Which was a confusing but happy bonus for me.

I guess my choice to use compulsion to get him to leave had been a stupid idea. It was too obvious and unexplainable. He should have run, anyone sensible would have. But he hadn't.

And here he was agreeing to be mine, wanting me to bite him. It was a heady feeling and I would have to be careful not to let the power go to my head. But I was definitely going to make him beg me to bite him. That would be incredibly hot.

All of that rushed through my mind as we kissed. I had put my arms around him, and his arms were around my neck, and he was warm and tall and muscular and it was giving me all sorts of dirty ideas.

Had we discussed all the things we needed to? I thought back over the conversation we'd had. We'd agreed to play and not worry about rules or punishments. That was all we needed to talk about for now.

Now it was time for me to decide what game we should play first...

I pulled back from the kiss and searched his face, trying to understand what he was thinking. All I saw in his face was desire. Pure, unbridled lust.

That I could work with.

But I wanted to see his cheeks red. There was one thing I'd learned already about Brand, and that was that dirty talk made him blush. That was easy enough to do.

"Tell me, Brand," I said, slowly. Letting my voice drop low. "What do you want me to do to you, right now?"

Just like that his cheeks went pink. His eyes dropped from mine and his grip around my shoulders loosened. He licked his lips and took a breath. I didn't let go of his waist, so I could feel the way his chest moved against mine. I waited, counting seconds in my head. This would be an excellent opportunity for a punishment, once we'd set guidelines for them. I'd make it a rule that when I asked him something he had to respond within a certain time.

But for now, I could be patient... ish.

"Come on, puppy," I said. "Tell me with your words."

"I would uh, I'd like you to tie my hands," he said. It was incredible, how quickly his assurance vanished. How much his self-confidence disappeared when he wanted me. It was intoxicating, having this effect on him.

"That's easily done," I said. "What else?"

"I'd like to uh, to go down on you, Sir," he said. Automatically, he put the honorific in. I liked that. His willingness to please me went right to my dick.

"Mmm, I like the way this is going. Then what?"

"Please bite me," he said. "Please. I want to feel it so bad, with you inside me and then your teeth I think..." he trailed off. I wasn't about to let him off so easily.

"You think what?" I let go of his waist and pressed my forefinger under his chin. He went still. I'd never been with anyone who so naturally seemed to want to submit before. I'd had a lot of other partners, and many who wanted to please, but there was often a touch of playacting to it. The idea of playing the role ... but Brand just seemed to yearn for direction. He was like a golden retriever who had never been trained and now he recognised me as his master.

"I think I'd come just from that, you inside me and your teeth... I have this feeling." He was quite red now, and his eyes were shiny. I grinned, showing him my fangs. I felt lucky as Hell when he shivered at the sight of my fangs.

"Well then, let's see if your feeling is correct, shall we?" Without warning I gripped him by the hips and turned him around, pulling his arms behind his back. I held his wrists with one hand and pressed against him, dragging my other hand over his chest and slowly down until I reached his belt buckle. He was gone already, panting and whimpering softly. I wondered if he'd keep his hands in place if I let go of his wrists... something to try next time, perhaps.

I undid the belt buckle and then whipped the belt off, bringing behind to wind around his wrists and forearms. I pulled it tight and buckled it.

"Oh... fuck," Brand said. He caught his breath. "Uh, Sir. I'm still dressed..."

"I'm aware of that." I nuzzled along the line of his shoulder and neck and playfully nipped at the skin, nothing near hard enough to break the skin. He whimpered louder.

"Get on your knees and face me, pet," I hissed.