Charm Bracelet Ch. 02

Her tongue conquering my mouth, and I wondered perhaps if this was what it was like for the people I fed on. I clung tighter, more desperately, and considered our roles reversed to the previous night, like she was warming me up to bite me. Every movement gave her control and made me melt in her arms, and even as she began to retreat she had me squirming for her. She looked me in the eye and tore away at any defence I could have.

"Do you believe me baby?" All I could do was nod.

She pulled me into the shower, I was in too much of a daze to think, and got the water running. It was always cold at first so she held me close in the corner of the shower before it heat up and a moderate temperature could be reached. As I was introduced to the water, I looked up at her, and made a point of exposing my neck to her just in case she wanted to bite me. She was quizzical for a moment then laughed that wonderful laugh of hers. "There will be plenty of time for that after we get you clean, baby"

I rarely had showers. I think as a vampire I had never sweat or shed skin, but once in a while I did get a mess all over me. I guessed her insistence on what was probably basic hygiene now was probably a sign that her charm was going to keep me far more human than I'd been. She looked around the shower a few times and shook her head. I'd never thought, nor needed to, much about maintaining myself in any way. I had only a simple set of shampoo, bar soap and conditioner.

She settled for rubbing me with the bar soap, muttering "there's so much you never learned..."

The scrubbing was harsh, and even though she had her hands all over me, I found myself jerking away from the odd poking sensation. The shampooing was my favorite part though. I leaned against her and she massaged my hair and head and I just wanted to fall asleep on her again.

After she had the conditioner in, she directed my eyes to hers and smiled at me. "I can do most of my body but can you clean my back baby?"

I nodded a bit and followed with "mhm..." I didn't really know what I was doing but the water was warm and her gaze was warm, so I took the soap and she turned her back to me.

The task was awkward, even if it was embarrassingly pleasing to put my hands on her body. I didn't know if I was ever making her uncomfortable, or if I should be trying harder after what she did, but I got the soap on her and rubbed her with my hand a lot and she seemed satisfied to do the rest.

Afterwards, she made a point of squeezing most of the water out of our hair with her hands, which hurt just a bit, but she cooed and said it was important. We only had the one towel in the bathroom and she wrapped it around me first, giving my hair another dry and patting down my body everywhere and in all sorts of places I didn't know if I wanted her touching me. She giggled at my discomfort and kissed my cheek from behind me and my cheeks felt like raspberry that had just come out of the oven.

The moment she was off me, I opened the bathroom door and ran the short distance to my bed, wrapping myself up in a small fortress of blanket and fumbling quietly with my bracelet underneath. She walked out of the bathroom with the same towel wrapped around her, approaching me with that predatory smile again. "My baby is still nervous about her body, isn't she? Where do you keep your clothes baby?"

I carefully reached an arm out of my slowly warming defense and pointed towards a dresser. She pulled out a drawer and began carefully looking through my clothes, and I suddenly became even more self conscious. I watched as she smiled more, passing judgement on each article of clothing, and muttering under her breath. "Could you be any more cute on the inside than you are on the out..."

Eventually she seemed to select an outfit for me, consisting of a thin short sleeved shirt and one of my boxers, and began to approach me with them. I pulled my blanket around myself tighter and her smile only became more threatening. She leaned down on the bed, crawling up on my castle, having me retreat back until her face was only inches from mine.

"My baby's nervous..." she whispered, and suddenly I felt my foot pulled out from under me and my body coming along for the ride. She had my blanket off me before I knew it and was kissing me dangerously below my neckline, her hands threatening to tickle me if I resisted. I held down the urge to giggle and scrambled to cover my breasts, and she used the allocation to move up and nip my bottom lip with her teeth.

My cheeks were hot as she pulled back, and I felt fabric slide up my legs. Realising what she was doing, I tried to grab my boxers and do it myself. She did not let go. Her hands went up my legs and pulled the boxers to my hips which she then squeezed once confident my bottoms were sufficiently snug.

"Arms up baby, time for your shirt" I couldn't help but obey. I felt so very self conscious as she smiled down at me and slid the shirt over my arms, lowering it with some care that my head got through the appropriate hole.

When my vision was no longer obstructed by a top, she was there, ready to catch me off guard with another kiss. She lingered and cupped my cheeks to hold me there, poking her tongue just temptingly between my lips before pulling back and smiling. I couldn't help but bite my lip, and she turned to get the light switch, immersing us in darkness as I felt her slide up against me in bed. She shifted me a bit forcefully to face away from her then pulled my body to fit perfectly against hers. I pulled her hand into my own and the room was quiet.

I didn't fall asleep so quickly this time, and fumbled with my bracelet again. She grabbed my hand, startling me, and I heard her shift. "I know you were awake earlier baby. Don't try to get it off. Please."

She sounded almost hurt, or maybe even scared. I felt guilt about it, about wanting this bracelet that bound me to her off so I could taste blood again, and I was unsure what to do. She pulled me tighter against her. I raised her hand to my head, nuzzling into her almost involuntarily before moving a finger of hers into my mouth to suck on. I felt her swish it around in my mouth gently which alarmed me just a little before she squeezed me again.

"I don't want to lose you baby."

I didn't know what to say or feel so I sucked harder on her finger. In an attempt to lessen her worries, I tried to press my body back against hers and then closed my eyes tight. Sleeping tonight was harder with the nap and all of the thoughts, but she was there behind me, holding me, and I got there.

I awoke to the starting of a car, barely able to move as I was a tightly wrapped blanket burrito. Fingers met my eyelids as I tried to open them, and she cooed and told me to go back to sleep. I was confused, but did as I was told. I woke up again being carried for a minute, up stairs and laid into a bed. A hand caressed my hair, and the little light that penetrated my eyelids said it was far too early.

I awoke again to a brighter sunlight, still bothering me only as much as yesterday's, which is to say still quite bothersome. As I rolled over and stretched, releasing myself from my own blanket prison, I was unable to stop my fixation on the bracelet. I tugged on it hard, and it did not yield. I tugged harder, trying to put all my strength into it, and it just made my hand hurt.

I laid there for a moment and gave it some thought. My body was craving blood, and all that stood in my way was this tiny chain band. I thought of Holly and how she would react, and a far less pleasant heat surged in my neck. I thought about losing her, and going back to my lonely old life, and the thoughts made me squirm and curl up. My cravings were just too much.

I got out of bed and started looking for something I could pry it off with or break it with. I tried to push back the guilt as it beat on my conscience, and let myself continue. Staying as quiet as I could, I searched the room and took stock of anything I could find that might possibly break the bracelet. The best I came across are some standard scissors. Frowning, I raised the scissors around the bracelet, considering it worth a shot.

And I felt a hair raising presence all around me, wrapping her arms around me, and I dropped the scissors as suddenly my body was so very weak. "Oh baby... you shouldn't have done that" I started to shake a bit, and she turned me around and cupped my face.

"Do you even want to stay with me baby? I told you that you could go, but I thought you said you loved me." Tears welled up in my eyes. I had disappointed her. I tried to move forward and cling to her, get into her arms, but she held me there at arms length, cupping my face gently.

"I do..." I managed on instinct, panic, fear and guilt making their rounds across my whole body, and she looked into me with those penetrating eyes, her disappointment burning further in.

"Then why are you trying to make things go back to how things were? Picking someone up each week... you don't need anyone else anymore" she finally pulled me into an enveloping hug.

I didn't know where she ended, she was just everywhere around me, holding me. My hunger still nagging at me, and I feebly nibbled at whatever was in front of me, tasting clothes which only made me cry more. She squeezed me and rubbed my back as I clung.

"It's like an addiction, isn't it baby... like you have to do anything to get more" I continued sobbing into her without protest of the statement. I felt her lift me up, and then found myself sitting in her lap on the bed. She held my head in her shoulder and I tried to lean over and bite at her neck again or reach to have her other hand's finger in my mouth, but she held me still and placed her hand on my cheek instead. "Not right now, baby. You need to be able to resist it."

I felt my mouth only watering more as tears continued to flow, and she stroked my head as I began to feel just a little resentful of her again. A part of my mind told me I just needed to wait this out, then run away and break off this thing, so I could finally taste blood again.

She watched me, kept me there all gentle for the moment, then shifted my head off her shoulder and leaned down, moving her face close to mine. Her lips brushed against mine, and I wanted to just bite her lip as hard as I could so just a little blood would come out, but I didn't. I think she sensed this, and she rubbed her nose against mine, looking into my eyes. Hungry though I remained, she broke me slowly, holding me there, looking into my eyes, and I couldn't stay angry as my weakness for her set in.

I tried to push her off me and get out of her lap, and she let me half succeed before holding me there, her hand gently around my head. I looked away, eager to avoid her gaze which was still as piercing as ever. "You don't really love me..." I managed, and her thumb started to stroke my head.

"You just want me for your experiment... so you can stop me from getting blood again." My eyes teared up a bit as I articulated the thoughts, and she pulled me into her again.

I felt a kiss on my head and did my best not to lean into her for comfort, and she responded in quiet careful tones. "Why would you think that baby?"

I tried to put the words together but it was so hard. Her presence made every little action against her so much more terrifying, knowing she probably had something to say to anything I could think of, and the strength to stop any resistance I put up. I began to sob, and let my feelings come out any way they wanted to.

"You don't love me, you just took me. From the bar. Like I took people, but you didn't let me go. You're keeping me but you don't love me." The whole thing came out as a mess, through tears and sudden choked pauses, and the whole time she kept stroking my head, watching me attentively.

"Why wouldn't I keep you baby? You're the cutest thing I've ever seen." She pulled me tighter against her, and I felt another kiss on my head. I just screwed my eyes shut tight, and listened like there was nothing else I could do.

"The moment I saw you there, acting like you were a little mastermind. Like you even could be. I was unsure of course, I had no clue how old you were, but..." she lingered on that word, and I could somehow hear her grinning as she pulled me tighter into her.

"I knew you're not fit to be a predator. You don't have it in you to bite people heartlessly forever. You're a tragic, adorable little thing, and of course I had to have you."

Her words wrung true in a way that had me conflicted. It was like what she had told me yesterday before pizza, but uncushioned with sympathy. She had stopped just short of telling me I was pathetic, reminding me of how hard this all was and how doomed I was if I had to keep doing it. But somehow I didn't feel that she had gone so far as to be cruel yet. She sounded like a vet again.

"I could keep you, and save you from all that, and have you all to myself. How did you think I wouldn't love someone like you? So small and needy. I just need you to be... just a little bit more obedient. So I can help you better. So you'll never need to be a predator again."

I realised she was telling me to stop struggling again. I looked up at her, trying to make sense of what she was saying, trying to read her again, and she looked into me, so much stronger and firmer.

I tried to look away, but she caught me, cupped my cheek in her hand and made me look into her, made me feel so vulnerable. She moved her face closer again, her eyes an inch or two from mine and her lips brushing against me, breaking me down once again. My heart rate rose and I clung gently, then pulled my arms in like a shield as soon as I noticed I had, doing my best to remain stubborn.

She moved just to nip at my ear and whisper to me. "Of course I love my baby, trust me, open up for me sweet thing."

Her face was in front of mine again, lips brushing against mine as I gasped and finally clung to her again. The things she said, the words she used, her touch as she said them, I just had too many feelings and even though some of them said no, I had to let her. I just had to open up for her like she told me to.

My mouth only slightly agape, she slipped her tongue in, only testing the water as I clung to her tighter so she knew I was alright with this. Only then she began getting aggressive, taunting my tongue into combat and assaulting mine much more than I could possibly fight back. Her hand held the back of my head to her so there was no room to escape, and another arm lifted me off her lap and laid me down on the bed as she continued her attack, settling into position above me.

Her hands came out from under me and she gently squeezed my wrists, and as I tried to cling to her again, I found she held them there. This stirred up a feeling of fear in me, but her tongue was in my mouth and she was above me in such a soft bed, and that fear just felt so right. A warm feeling spread in my body, my mind echoing the realisation she was in control.

As our lips parted, she opened those fierce warm eyes and it felt like she could find me anywhere I ran, corner me just like this and make me wonder if I even wanted to escape. Like there was no point in thinking anymore as long as she was there to be way smarter and get exactly what she wanted every time. And there was no one else I'd rather have protect me. Or hold me. Have me.

Own me.

"I still can't leave you alone baby, not without you getting all confused about who loves you, and what you need. How could I make you my obedient little thing forever?" It's so much more of a threat than a question.

She shifted my wrists above my head and held both with one unimaginably strong hand, wiping away any tears that had managed to stick around from my eyes onto my cheek, then moved her finger teasingly across my bottom lip. Her rapid swap from dominance to concern and back reminded me of how terrifying she is, and I couldn't help but squirm underneath her. My mouth became wet with want, and I thrashed about, trying to get her finger into my mouth or lick at it. She pulled it away and tapped my nose, bringing my eyes back to hers.

"I need to show you just how much I love you... give you something else to be addicted to so there are no more distractions"

She lowered her body onto mine, pressing against me. The shower had been awkward but like this, I really felt every achingly strong curve of her body against me. Her perfect breasts weighing on my own, and her arm around my waist pulling me even tighter into her. I gasped a little, caught off guard as she began to grind her thigh between mine, moving so powerfully, and that warm incapacitating feeling began to spread through my body. She grinned, watching me try to squirm with need while she held me still, flooding me with sensations that I couldn't resist.

As she continued with her leg and the warm feeling intensified and spread, she lifted herself off me by the hand that bound mine. While I thrashed about feebly, wanton but ineffectual, she gingerly reached under my shirt and I felt her on my skin. I had no idea why it was so intense, but it was. Each finger gliding across me, telling me how precious I was, laying claim to my body, it made me shiver.

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out slightly, wordlessly asking, begging, for another kiss. But she just kept grinning as that hand slid my shirt up, and she lowered herself again to put her lips somewhere else. My shirt raised further and she exposed my breasts, and I was anxious but still too desperate. If she could just hide my breasts and kiss me again... but then I feel her lips, on my nipple no less.

I shuddered and shook and moaned involuntarily as her lips found new ways to affect me, and her arm kept me still, making me only more desperate to be allowed to squirm. Trying to look down at her, I saw her eyes staring up at me, predatory as ever while she made me feel these things, enjoying my every reaction like I were her new favorite toy.

That was my entire existence for what felt like forever, her tongue swirling around and attacking my nipple and my whole body refusing to do anything other than shiver and pant. I'd moan, and she'd suck harder, and I'd shake and squirm only to be met with her leg between mine again, rocking me into overwhelming feelings.

When she stopped, she pulled me close against her, my head resting in her breast and I clung for dear life while I tried to catch my breath. She held me, pleased with her work as I continued to shake a bit, pressing into her as much as I could.

She cooed, stroking my back like something bad had happened, but grinned knowing the facts of the matter. My heart wouldn't calm down even if my shaking would, and I had to keep clinging, I just had to. She stroked my head and cleared my hair away before directing my eyes to hers. Her smile so knowing and playful and hungry, but caring also.

"Hmm? Would that work? If I wanted to make you my obedient, sweet little thing?"

I found my lips parting wet at the words, half unable to comprehend them. She smiled more and I buried my face in her, embarrassed about these feelings, about how drunk she'd made me with her affection. She only giggled and stroked my back, keeping me close.

Stroking my back and helping me calm my racing heart, she spoke, sultry and knowing. "How does my baby feel?"

I couldn't word a response, I had to just cling tighter and pull myself tighter against her. There wasn't anything to tell her that she couldn't already see. I lay against her, desperate, only a moment ago shaking, and still doing everything I could to recover knowing she had made me feel this way. I nuzzled into her, my body instinctively keen to just be against her.

"Ah, see? My little girl... You were never meant to be a vampire. You've always just been a little kitten."