Pleas and threats and contested wills.

“More!” you groan, your mind becoming a straight-shot tube to your mouth and actions. Yanking at the restraints, you pull towards Elspeth with all the strength you can. “So good, please, more!”

“Losing control a little?” She grins, watching you struggle uselessly. “Just one drop and you break, Jaq. I’m almost flattered.”

“Can’t help it!” you gasp. “I’m so hungry, and you taste … so fucking good … I’ll do anything, I need more of you!”

“Mm, why do I get the feeling that letting you up right now would be a mistake?” she teases as she straddles you again, a little farther up your body than before as she holds the knife out of your reach.

“Because I’d fucking tear you apart!” you hiss. The statement is factual, and while full of emotion, the surges pulsing through you that form the words are unchecked lust and appetite, not malice. “I’d take you to the ground and tear open your pretty neck and drink until it killed you! You can let me, you know it’ll feel so good for both of us. What’s dying for that kind of high?”

“Tempting!” Her tone suggests she’s not entirely sarcastic. Another drop falls and you move your head to catch it, arching against your bindings when the droplet splashes on your tongue. “I DID have something else in mind, though.” She slowly lowers the blade to your mouth, your eyes wide as you stare down the blood-slicked knife. When it gets close, you stretch your tongue to reach and glide over it. It’s a small miracle you don’t cut your tongue, paying no attention whatsoever to that possibility.

As you lick up and down either side of your lover’s weapon, you groan deeply, completely unashamed of your savage needs. With more than a drop, you realize it doesn’t so much TASTE like anything as it FEELS like something, setting your nerves raw and body crackling with sensitivity, even the gentlest brush of air from the ventilation an intense, savored sensation. The cold metal pressed against your tongue in particular feels good, extremely aware of its danger and power as you service it wildly to get every bit you can.

“God, you’d think it was my dick or something!” Elspeth says, pulling it back. “I bet if I asked you deep-throat it, you still would if you thought I’d give you more.”

“Yes.” The bluntness of your answer to the question should surprise you, but right now, nothing surprises you. Besides, you don’t breathe and you can heal, moreso if you get more of Elspeth. The unbelievable agony of her suggested course of action doesn’t even register.

“Well, it’s probably best for both of us that I’m not going to …” she muses, sliding her hand over your bound chest, briefly slipping over one of your nipples, making you tilt your head and groan, far louder than before. She moves her hand to your neck, then giggles when she easily pulls it out of the way of the sudden, vicious snap you direct at it. “Easy, girl! Drink it all, what’ll be left?”

“Why should I care?”

“Because I say you should,” her eyes harden as she speaks, lifting her hand up. Blood drips between her fingers, and you lean your head back as a thin, but steady stream of it pours into your mouth. “Think about what you’re tasting now. Think about never being able to have it again. Think about all those disappointing feeds, draining drifters and good Samaritans and lost children in a **** search for something like it. Think about losing your soul chasing what you can never get back.” Even through the haze of your frenzy, the thoughts are harrowing. While most of you remains focused on the warm, forbidden fluid raining into your mouth, errant drips dotting your nose and cheeks, some part of you know she’s right. Just not enough to matter.

“Think about how it’d feel, though!” you argue, wrenching against the restraints uselessly. These things are seriously industrial-strength. “You’ve been bitten before. That pain, unmatchable feeling of fangs biting into your skin, the hungry mouth of your partner pressed up against you as you feed them with the stuff life is fucking made of! Oh, and how you taste, how it feels so good for all that warm, delicious blood to run down my throat, and how LONG I could make it last if I could take it all! What’s later if I can have that?”

“Jaq, you’re being a very bad girl right now,” she chides, standing. “That’s only fun if we can keep playing, and it sounds like you want to win. This isn’t the kind of game that’s about you winning.” She tosses the knife aside casually, and it digs into the wall point-first with surprising ****. “It’s about ME winning.” Looking away, leaving you squirming and moaning for her to come back, she carefully binds up the wound on her hand before addressing you again.

“Please, I need more!” you beg.

“I know. But do you really deserve it? Can you handle it?” She circles you as she speaks. “I can take you high, as high as you’ve ever been, but I can’t do it if you kill me. Don’t you want that, Jaq? Imagine all the things you’re saying, and I’m telling you I can do you one better. Doesn’t that sound lovely?”

“It sounds amazing!”

“Then you can’t kill me. You need to behave. I’ve enjoyed getting to meet this bad girl, she’s very sexy, I’d love to play with her again some time … but what I want now is a good, obedient, little bitch.” She fixes your eyes with hers, smiling. “Or else you get nothing. Trust me, I can make sure of it. Can you handle that?”

“Nooooooo …” you plead, wrestling with the voice in your head. Part of you is demanding it cede control, to put logic back in the driver’s seat, and it’s increasingly finding it harder to fight against as Elspeth manipulates it into wanting what she wants it to. “Elspeth, please, I can’t-”

“If you can’t, you can’t,” she sighs, reaching up. She runs her hand over the strap on your right arm. “But you have to, if you want what I’m offering. You have to bow your head and heel, none of this feral gnashing or squirming.” Elspeth teases the security of the cuff strapping your arm down, and it twitches, then falls still alternatingly. “Are you ready?” You shake your head, not sure you can hold back from ravaging her the second you’re free. “Too bad.”

She loosens the strap, and you **** yourself not to immediately tear off the other ones. Gaze piercing right through you, she walks down to your feet, undoes them as well, then to your left arm. Without speaking, you know fighting right now would be just as bad as killing her for getting what you need. And you NEED it.

By the time the silk rope falls undone, dropping to the floor, the inside of your head is on fire. ‘KILL HER!’ the voice roars at you. ‘We’ve come this far, she tastes incredible, just bite her and drink her and kill her, you can tell part of her even WANTS you to!’ Standing slowly, your fingers twitch, legs bending. Your muscles tense, getting ready to spring …

But instead, you kneel.

You fall to the floor, slamming your hands on the ground and bowing your head. The shrieking, violent voice fades as you focus on putting all your effort into getting what it wants. That seems to help silence it, making it easier to shove it to the back of your mind as you supplicate before Elspeth.

“Please give it to me.” Your voice is weak, soft, interrupted by heaving breaths from the knock-down, drag-out that just took place inside your head. “I can be good, too. See?”

“I can,” Elspeth’s voice says, her words honeyed and comforting. A hand slips under your chin, and you let her guide you up to look her in the eyes. “What are you, Jaq?”

“I’m your slutty, obedient bitch,” you tell her without hesitation, eyes wide and excited as you maintain subservience to her. “I won’t bite you unless you tell me to, and you can do whatever you want to me. And I’ll love every fucking second of it.”

“I really, really believe that!” Her smile tells you that you’re making her happy, something that sends jolts of satisfaction through you, followed by much more aggressive and persistent jolts of lust. “Get on the bed.” You start to stand up before she gently lays a hand on your head. “Crawl.”

You nod, then slowly turn, moving towards the luxurious-looking bed on your hands and knees. While you can hear her doing something else, a stray glance over your shoulder tells you she’s still mostly paying attention to the display of your ass and legs and back as you reach the mattress. You haul yourself up, then put yourself in the same position, looking away from her on all fours.

“Lay down.” The order is firm, and you feel your sensitive pussy throb with desire to obey as you turn, collapse, and pull yourself to the center, only to see Elspeth standing at the foot of the bed with what she has in mind to break you with.