Charm Bracelet Ch. 02

Carefully, I tried to look up at her, doing what I could to hold down desperate urges that threatened to make my feelings become overwhelming again. But her eyes, her face, penetrating and disarming and absorbing, I felt like I was melting in her arms.

"Shhh, such a good kitten" she continued, pulling my face into her. "Tell me baby, have you ever slept with anyone?"

I registered the question, but it took time to focus on it. I didn't want to think, thinking was hard. But of course, she asked, and a question commanded an answer, and I could not disobey her right now.

"Y-you!" I managed, clinging, looking at her with wide eyes of needy desperation as my body began to demand I find some way for her to repeat her affection. She chuckled and pulled me closer against her, turning my eyes to face darkness in her breast and I nuzzled, the only thing I was able.

"No, I mean... Are you a virgin, baby?"

I clung tighter, not only nervous about my answer but also about her intention. She stroked my head so gently, making it so much harder to think as her affections pulled me out of any semblance of coherence.

"Hhhhn..." All I could do was make sounds, so I did my best to nod, and I think she felt it, or saw it, because her hands squeezed my hips and I whimpered.

"How would my baby girl... my delicious little kitten, feel if I made you mine forever then? Hmm? How does that sound, little thing?"

Even in my compromised state, even with the rather opaque steps towards the topic, the seriousness of what she was offering hit me only then. To say I had clarity for a moment would have been an exaggeration though. I clung tight, and did everything I could to hide my face. I loved her so much now, too much, I wanted to trust her and give myself to her but I was still so anxious. This wasn't a state to make this decision in, that I could think in.

She must have sensed this, of course, she could always read me like a book. Her demeanor softened, and she cooed, rubbing my back so gently. "Use your words, sweet thing."

But my head was still not yet clear, and the warm feeling she'd spread throughout my body had not completely receded either. Her gentle soothes only made me feel surges of affection for her that further clouded my head. Intense and sudden gratitude and love for this woman who had taken me and kept me safe and fed me, made me feel so wonderful.

She continued like that for some time, until my excitement ebbed and I was calm enough. "I..." I began, only to find myself hopelessly tongue tied. My mouth didn't want to move, as though my body prohibited me from doing anything that might resist her now. Emotions rushed in, and all I could do was cling again, and we had to wait for me to calm down again.

She was patient with me. Although I couldn't see her face, she rubbed my back sweetly the whole time, unreadable with my face in her chest other than that one circular motion.

"Try again now, baby."

Voices in my head commanded I had to obey, but those were the same urges that tongue tied me, insisting I not be allowed to say anything she might not like.

"I... I..." Struggling as I was just to get words out, anxiety hit me when I realised I hadn't so much as gotten my thoughts in order. Nevermind being unable to say anything that displeased her, I didn't know what to say, how to say it. Every time I thought I had something I could say, anxiety hit me as I realised how bad it could sound. But she pulled me closer against her, switched to rubbing my head with her fingers gently in my hair. And it was still so overwhelming.

"Try to say something, baby. Anything. The words will start flowing, sweet thing."

She was right, she was always right. "I..." I began again, my mouth beginning to refuse my instructions again, so I tried to let it do what it wanted to do so long as that wasn't being quiet. I said what my mouth wanted to say.

"I love you..." And my mouth formed for the next word, but I couldn't say it.

"And?"

"I... I'm..." and I had to focus, not on the words, just on the flow, so I could just blurt out some things. Something, anything. I felt irritated with myself for making her wait so long.

"I love you and I'm scared..." There was more to say, but I couldn't. Her hand was in my hair, soothing me, rewarding me for what words I managed to get out. "I'm scared about..."

She rubbed my head more at the pause, coaxing me to continue. "What are you afraid of?"

"Of... do you love me?"

"Oh baby, we've been over this, of course I love you" and her answer was like ringing in my ears, forming tears in my eyes as I tried to turn away from her. My feelings were all confusing, but it felt like she didn't understand, or I couldn't say, or worst of all maybe she was right and I was being upset over nothing again and disappointing her.

She pulled me into her again, making sure I didn't get too far before she began spooning me, placing an arm around my waist and a soothing hand to rub me on my back.

"It's more complicated, isn't it, sweet thing." She managed not to sound disappointed or irritated, she just sounded like she understood, and I nodded through my tears.

"Tell me more baby, use your words for me."

I reached down and pulled her arm up, clasping her hand in both of mine in front of my heart. "I love you, and... and you make me feel things, you're so good at it but... and you said you just wanted to make me obedient and..."

My body heaved and my breathing became chaotic, this was so hard. Her other arm moved around me and she clutched me close.

"You're worried I'm just doing these things because I want you calm and pliable."

I nodded sullenly.

"You think, maybe she cares for me, maybe she's doing all this for me, but it's an act because she doesn't want me to be upset. Why would she really want me in that way?"

I nodded again, shutting my eyes tight while tears poured out like a faucet. I felt her squeezing me, just a comforting pressure around my body, holding me together when I felt like I could fall apart right there.

"Oh baby, I never said I only just wanted you to be obedient, such a small thing like you."

She shifted a bit and her body fit to mine behind me as she caressed my cheeks, my eyes still closed.

"And of course I want you pliable, because I meant what I said earlier. You're so cute, I just need to have you. I want to make you all mine,"

She moved, her mouth closer to my ear as she lowered her voice.

"I want you in my hands, under me. I love making you weak, and making you moan for me. Such a sweet little girl."

I squeezed her hand in mine, feeling my body want to tense just at the words. But I did everything I could to stop myself from throwing myself at her quite yet. My feelings were still in too many places. Her other hand moved, and I parted my eyelids slightly before I felt her hand on my head, her fingers comfortingly finding their way into my hair.

"And I do want to make you mine, only mine. Of course everything's easier when you're obedient, but... You make me want you so much when you're a good little girl."

Those fingers continued over my cranium, moving my hair from place to place, twirling and smoothing. As exciting as her words should have been, they only helped to calm me more. Like I could know safely that I didn't have to worry she was tricking me, and I could relax in these arms that held me over and over again.

"If you'd let me, of course I'll make sure you enjoy it, but things will be easier. So I can give you something to want other than blood. And no more silly doubts about what's between us, hmm? I love you baby."

I raised her hand to my face and plied a finger into my mouth. I only wanted to suck on it, as a comfort, but also because I hungered for her. Not for her blood, like I might have otherwise, but just for her. She swirled her finger gently around my mouth, and I heard a light giggle in her warm voice as an arm pulled me tighter to her.

"So baby? Will you let me make you mine?"

She plucked her finger from my mouth, expecting a response, and I grasped desperately at her hand, turning to her.

"Please..."

She grinned, kissing me on the forehead and squeezing my ass, sending the first of many warm shivers to come up my spine. Then she pried herself from my arms, much to my frustration, and I sat up wanting her back.

"I need to get some things, baby. Stay there" she said through a grin as she moved about the room, stopping at a cabinet, her back facing me as she extracted something she wouldn't let me see. She turned her head just to get a glance at me, and I saw that predatory smile. That knowing sense that she was going to do something to me, that sent a thrill of fear through my body.

She turned to face me, keeping whatever she'd gotten behind her back, so carefully out of my line of sight, and approached me in a slow stalk. Moving onto the bed, pushing me onto my back underneath her. The warm feeling returning as a leg gently found its way to my crotch, grinding into me softly and making my head all hazy again.

She controlled me. Hands pulled my shirt up and over my head and I moved my arms to help her, how could I do anything else. Whatever had been in her hand had found a hiding spot with my vision obstructed. She tossed the shirt across the room and her hands ran up my body as she pressed me beneath her. They came up, reached for my breasts which she grabbed and squeezed, teased and kneaded, and her gaze bore down on me once again. The sensations had me tensing, then squirming, and that smile was always there whenever I dared glimpse up at her as she made me more and more desperate.

Her lips met mine and pressed into me, hungry as she went through each motion of biting my lips and peeking her tongue into my mouth, indistinguishable amongst the sensory overload, before she just pushed her tongue into me to dominate my mouth. It was so overwhelming that I was only passingly aware when the two hands that held me became one, and she began to fiddle with something one handedly while she had my attention elsewhere.

After would could have been an eternity of kissing bliss, I felt the one hand remaining disappear, as my underwear was pried from my hips. Some anxiety returned but there was no way to express it, much less maintain a line of thought about it. She kept kissing me long enough that I forgot she'd taken my one last little defence away from me, and then I felt a certain prodding at my behind.

Whatever it was ended up quickly forgotten as she tore her lips from mine and bit hard into my neck, making me yelp and cling to her. Her bite was hard, and it felt like her jaw was strong enough to tear out a chunk of my flesh, much less push her perfectly human canines into me and feed on me like I had on others. An instinct in me screamed for control, terrified of the idea of being fed on, but that she would be the one to do it just made me need her even more. The biting softened to nibbling, and a hand made its way into my hair, holding me still and caressing me as I mewled and moaned. The nibbling turned to a gentle but targeted sucking, and she held me still as my body shuddered and squirmed in response to her.

Eventually her lips gently rose from my neck, and she let her face hover only an inch above mine as that thing from earlier prodded cool against my asshole. I tried to shift away from it, still unable to see it, but she held me there, her eyes piercing me again, telling me to stop. I froze and looked into her, and the foreign object pushed against me more.

"This is going to hurt, kitten. I'm here, be brave for me." I bit down hard and nodded, wanting to do my best for her as I felt her push the thing harder. As the pressure mounted, I let out an anxious moan, and she caressed my head more. Her other hand found my torso and wrapped around me, holding me tight.

"Shh... we'll go slow."

She had her eyes locked with mine, and I bit my lip in anticipation as I felt her pushing harder, and felt her hunger for me. That face that was fiersome, scary, loving and concerned all at the same time, pushed into me until I felt her finally pierce me. I wasn't sure if the sound I let out in response was a yelp or a moan. It was cold and smooth, and frankly rather uncomfortable, but as soon as my vision had refocused, she was there again. Above me, looking into me, holding me and rubbing my back softly.

"There, baby. That was the worst of it. Get ready for more." It hadn't been in very deep, making it feel like a strange intrusion, but she began forcing it deeper. Her hand caressed my back and her other arm moved to make sure my grip on her was tight, so I could make sure I had her for comfort. It hurt, it felt like she was splitting me in two and I couldn't help but whimper. She kept her push slow and gentle, and things might have been all the more scary for it. Each little push and adjustment inside me refused to be ignored, and I don't think I was quiet for a single moment.

But eventually, she stopped, and I felt her hips under mine. I did my best to reign my consciousness back in and look up at her, desperate to see her again. She was smiling and she looked positively predatory. Her lips came down and placed a gentle kiss on my forehead as her fingers stroked gentle circles into my skin.

"All in, kitten. Good girl... Relax for me..."

I did my best to do as she said and relax my body, but only a moment later she pulled most of the way out of me then thrust hard back in. I swore I could sense the whole thing in slow motion, my body registering the loss, and wanting it back even though it hurt. Then coming in again, at a different angle, my body deforming around her warming instrument in new ways until it pressed against something. Whatever it was made me weak, took all the strength out of my body and sent warm shivers up my spine. My vision wasn't working as it was meant to, and just as I began to regain my strength, I scrambled to rectify all this. As fast as I could, I was reaching tighter around her, trying to shift my legs up to cling to her desperately, and as my vision returned, I saw that grin.

She pulled out of me again before thrusting in and hitting that spot, before repeating the motion only an instant later without giving me time to process. I couldn't think and lost my grip on her as my whole body went blissfully limp, and in my moment of weakness she pried me off completely. Before I could react, she pulled out of me entirely, then turned me over onto my front before thrusting back into me a little slower. As soon as I could register the change, I was scared. Scared that she knew how to do this to me and of what she had done while she had, and scared for what she had planned. But of course it was her. So much of what she did was scary, but she loved me.

I felt her laying her body on mine, slowly and carefully, as though worried she could crush me. One by one her arms and legs placed themselves over mine until there wasn't a chance in hell I could move, and her breasts pressed into my back while her head came to rest next to mine. Her warm rod was shifting inside me with each adjustment of her body, and finally I felt a nibbling by my ear.

"Are you ready for it, kitten?" I could hear her whisper, "Are you ready to feel really good?" If the situation wasn't enough to wear away at me, her voice definitely finished the job. I nodded desperately as my ceaseless mewling and moaning heightened, pressing my head down hard into her soft sheets.

She nibbled on my earlobe again and her hips began to move, pulling out then slamming back into that special spot, eliciting a whimpered mewl each time. I tried to keep myself together, and focus on how good she was being to me, but my ability to tell each thrust apart was dissolving. All I could feel was the repeating motion and the sparks going up my body. My moans became weak gasps and I tried to bite down on the sheets underneath me with little success.

She just kept pounding into me, holding me down as weak impulses told me to squirm when her hips met mine. Whatever spot this was inside me, she knew what it was and how to hit it every time, targeting it relentlessly with each thrust. I tried to grip the sheets, to ground myself if nothing else, but my fingers wouldn't. I could barely move with that scary, intense, wonderful feeling being pushed into me, and I was losing myself to it.

She had me trapped under her. There was no way to change my mind, no way to back out and nowhere to run. I was completely and utterly hers. Each time she pulled out of me then pushed back in, knocking me out of my body, I felt myself melting for her even more. I could barely believe that there was anyone who could know who I am, what I am, and really want me for it. But of course she just kept going. Kept pounding into me, harder and harder with all that strength she had trained to kill. I could no longer process the sounds I was making, or where our bodies were separate. All I could detect was her breasts pressing into me, her head just slightly above mine, and the force on my limbs. I couldn't tell but it seemed my body had forgone squirming in favour of just shaking.

"There, see?"

I just moaned back to her in response, unable to think. I felt her lean her head further down, gently brushing her lips against my cheek. I couldn't tell if my senses were heightened or numb as she kept fucking me, but her lips and her heavy breath were like lightning across my skin. Her control over me was absolute.

"That's my good little girl, taking it so well..."

She thrust harder while she spoke, panting gently while she elicited more desperate little whimpers. All that could go through my head was her. Thinking about her body on mine, thinking about her breasts pressing into me, remembering each little time she patiently told me what to do and carried me and fed me. And just hearing her voice like this.

"Oh... is my kitten ready to burst? Do it kitten. Cum for me."

With that I felt her change pace, pounding me so much harder. The thoughts I couldn't help but have, and the feelings she was giving me were too much. My whole body shuddered and shook as warm brilliant feelings washed over me from that spot inside me that she attacked. Bliss made us the only ones as her grip on me tightened and I felt a kiss on my cheek. There was so much cum coming out under me that some unheard voice in my head told me I should worry about Holly's sheets. The feelings I was having drowned out that thought along with any recognition of how much noise I was making, moaning for her. I'd never felt so much love in my whole life.

As the searing pleasure came down, I tried to press myself into her collapsing form. She noticed this, pulling out of me to extract a final little moan as I felt the emptiness, but my entire perception came through a warm fuzz. She got whatever she'd fucked me with off fast and pulled my arms in, rolling us on to our side and embracing me as her little spoon. I made a feeble attempt to hold her hands close to my chest, which she completed for me so I could cling to her. I focused on my breathing, and the sweat on my skin, trying to remind myself that this really happened. That someone actually knew what I was and did such wonderful things to me. I held her moist warm hand as tight as I could, my little evidence for the moment that I wasn't crazy.

I felt her nip at my ear, and I tensed up just a bit. "My baby. Mine."

If by any chance I hadn't had a blush before, I most certainly had just developed one, and she pulled me tighter against her body for it. I felt a gentle kiss on my cheek and something in me broke, something that had needed to break for a long time. She was right. I was totally, utterly hers now. I did my best to turn in her arms and face her, gazing up at her with a desperate look in my eye before kissing her jaw. Her smile melted me, and a hand pushed my head into her breasts.