Freak Ch. 04

Freak

By Free the Dancing Llamas

Chapter 4: Freak Out

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Tomorrow comes, but true to his word, I don't.

When I enter Elian's bedroom that evening he greets me, which is a deviation from his usual routine of ignoring me.

"Lilith," Elian's rough voice tumbles out and fills the room with quiet power. The way he says my name already has me on edge, I can feel my body tremble. I spot him sitting on the lounge, sitting casually. Tonight he's wearing a white button down shirt and navy blue trousers, I have to stop myself from melting into a puddle because he looks good. In that moment I want to hit myself, because honestly, he looks so easily put together that I feel embarrassed. He probably took ten minutes to get ready and here I am, looking ridiculously un-good in an outfit that took me way longer than ten minutes to choose.

"Elian," I try to say his name back confidently, but I know my voice wavers.

"You're nervous," he says. I frown, annoyed that he's picked it and that he had the nerve to bring it up.

"Don't say that" I mutter, "I already feel like shit."

The last bit slips out.

I spent the better part of the evening getting ready and wasn't particularly thrilled by the outcome. How does a person spend three hours getting all sexed up only to look exactly the same as if they hadn't spent a stupid amount of time on their appearance. I took me exactly forty-five minutes alone trying to blow out my hair in a way that looked both glamourous and also simultaneously as if I hadn't bothered. Except the issue being that it looked too much like I hadn't bothered and was more messy than sleek.

"Why?" Elian looks sort of amused, with a half smirk playing on his lips, a hint of fang flashing through.

The question takes me off guard - I'm not used to him being curious about me. But then maybe it's not curiosity, maybe he just likes embarrassing me.

I shrug, what am I supposed to say? The truth? That I spent a ridiculously long time getting ready and this is the best I was able to come up with? That despite my internal protestations of not giving a shit about him and his opinion of me, I sort of do? That I don't feel comfortable in this damn city, in this damn den? That I don't feel comfortable with myself. And in fact, very confusingly, the only time I do seem to feel okay is when I'm being tossed about and smacked up by this huge, red-eyed, fanged freak?

Well, I know I can't say any of those things, so I just glare.

"We gonna talk all evening or are we gonna get down to business?" I place my hands on my hips for extra alpha emphasis.

Elian's brows raise in surprise, "Okay," he nods, "Come." The vampire pats the space between his legs in a gesture I am familiar with.

I walk over to the couch, trying to smooth down my hair, and sit down between his legs. He wraps one arm around my waist securely, the other hand comes to wrap around my neck, tilting me. I brace myself for the bite to come, but instead all I feel is his soft lips against my neck and I realise that he's pressing kisses to my flesh. The little movements have me off balance, the gentleness, the tenderness, the devotion of his lips on my skin have me reeling, body filling with some kind of warmth.

"Oh," the gasp escapes from my mouth. His lips move against my neck, down my shoulder. The arm around my waist moves, his hand coming up to hold mine, lifting it up to continue his exploration down my arm and to the tips of my fingers. All I can think is 'what the hell'. His gentleness is strange, disconcerting.

When he reaches my fingers, he turns my hand over and places kisses in the palm of my hand. My skin feels tingly and hot, shivers course up and down my body in dizzying pleasure. I can feel all manner of mischief occurring in my body - nipples tightening, sex pulsing.

He pauses and I realise I'm staring at him over my shoulder because his red gaze is suddenly fixed to mine. I feel uncomfortable for mere moments - his gaze is hot but intimate and just for a fraction of a second it seems genuinely tender. But that can't be right, in fact I have to have imagined it because back is the expression of heat and desire. He places my hand back in my lap, I marvel watching that large hand of his placing mine back so delicately.

His hand trails back up my shoulder and comes to cup my cheek, I know I'm sighing again. But he doesn't smirk, doesn't say anything. He just leans forward and presses the faintest of lips to mine. From our lips, an electric charge vibrates through my whole body and I respond eagerly, making all manner of noises. I should be embarrassed, but I can't control the way it makes me feel or react.

I want more, I decide. In fact, I need it. Every single cell in my brain urges me on. I turn my body, ass rubbing up against his thigh as I do so - I delight in the feeling of the hardness already growing there. He doesn't protest, push me back into position, so I figure this must be okay. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine and further deepen the kiss, sneaking my tongue out to explore his. I tentatively taste his mouth, and I nick my tongue on one of his sharp fangs. I gasp and pull away startled, but Elian leans forward, lips crashing over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, tasting the blood no doubt. He sucks my tongue onto his mouth and groans. That little noise fills me with power - with excitement that it's me who has made him do that. It makes sense now that he likes the noises I make.

His mouth caresses mine hungrily, this time he moves me, positioning me astride his lap. I can feel his eager hardness against my groin, the heat almost untenable and I can't control myself - I never can. I grind my clothed pussy against him wishing with ever roll of my hips that we were naked and he was inside of me.

"Do you like that?" His voice is a deep growl against my ear, and I shudder at the way his voice travels straight down to my core. I can feel the wetness pooling in my panties.

"Yeah," I manage, I can feel that my own voice is strained, fighting to use words that make sense and aren't just moans or cries. He brings his hands to cup my ass and squeezes.

"I have too many clothes on," I don't know what gives me the courage to say it, but I do. I can see the smirk forming on the vampire's mouth.

"You're right. You do." He laughs - and it catches me off guard. It's a good, deep laugh. Not at all what I was expecting him to say. In a matter of seconds, Elian moves and whips my dress over my head. My breasts fall out freely and for a moment I don't completely hate my small chest because Elian is looking at them with such desire; large hands pinching and exploring them, leaving trails of gooseflesh in their wake. One large hand comes to rest on my back and he arches me towards him - I watch as he sucks an entire breast into his mouth. The feeling burns through my entire body.

"Ngh!" It comes out of me in a whispered scream, my own hands coming to hold his broad shoulders - anything to stablise myself because I feel like I'm going to go flying off at any moment.

He bites down, fangs sinking into my breast and sucking. I feel him withdrawing blood from me in long sucks. The intensity and pain sends a thrill through my body, a charge of energy goes straight through to my sex. It should hurt, but it doesn't, just makes my entire body shudder and shake. A fine sweat breaks over my body.

He pulls away, sealing the wound with a lick. For a moment, with one large arm still holding me to him, he directs his red gaze to mine. I feel like I should say something - maybe something sultry and seductive but I'm utterly breathless. All I can do it stare back like a stunned mullet and focus on air going in and out of my lungs. I'm about ten minutes into this thing and I'm pretty much prepared to cum immediately.

"I'm going to bring you to the bed," Elian says in his usual growl. He stands up with me in his arms and once again I am reminded of how broad and large his is, how powerful those arms feel as they carry me to the bed.

I swallow and try not to nod too eagerly, because I'm fairly certain if I do my head will fall right off. I manage to tear my gaze from his strange, alluring eyes and drag them to the bed. For a moment I'm sort of surprised and realise that I'm not the only one who put effort to prepare tonight. The bed is set up with an array of chains. My mind begins to race, and I begin to wonder exactly what he has in store for me.

"What are the chains for?" I ask, breathing hitching.

"Can't have you wriggling all over the place. It'll get in the way of my plans for tonight," He so easily lifts me up with him and brings us over to the bed.

I look at the chains, and notice that they're not steel or any other metal, but rather gold. I wonder if that's typical.

"They're gold," I say out loud because my brain is on autopilot and apparently, I'm now saying everything I think. He lays me on the bed, takes my wrists in his hand and with a click, places my wrists in cuffs attached to chains.

"Mhm," he nods, reaching down to place another two cuffs around my ankles and locking them with a click, "Can't have silver burning this pretty skin."

I test my movement, realising I can move them slightly, although not very far. I contemplate how it feels for a moment, and find that perhaps it might be quite nice. Although the demonic look on Elian's face is concerning.

"I don't like how demon-like you look right now," I say like an idiot.

A broad, devilish smile spreads across his face and for a moment I could swear his red eyes were flashing.

"What can I say, I like the way ya look when you're all tied up." The way he says it, both so smoothly and with so much heat has me throat dry and my nipples standing taut in attention.

"Oh" Is all I can manage to articulate as Elian turns around and fishes something out of the bedside table. It's a piece of black fabric. What the hell is that for?

"Is that also for tying me up?"

"It's a blindfold," he replies, bringing the fabric to my eyes. Instantly my senses sharpen and I wonder if that is the intention of all of this.

I notice that my touch is particularly sensitive and I shiver as I feel the fabric of his shirt brush against my cheek.

"I just want you to know," his breath tickles my ear and I shiver, "That its takin' me every damn muscle in my body not to just fuck the living daylights outta ya right now. It's a fuckin' sight," his voice is husky, his hands are lustful as I feel them caressing up my legs. I feel one hand smooth higher towards my pussy, barely skimming the sensitive flesh. A moan spills between my lips, and I realise that it's a prayer for pleasure. He presses his lips against mine, the softness of his caress amplified. I lean forward into the kiss as much as I can given the restraints. I know I make a noise of distress when he pulls back.

For a moment there's only stillness and I wonder if he's still on the room.

"Elian?" It comes out as slightly wobbly, I realise I may be a little scared.

"I'm here. Just takin' a moment to look at you," His voice is surprisingly soothing.

I want to cover myself, a flush of embarrassment comes over me. What the heck could he possibly be needing to look at? Needing to focus so hard on? Except I can't cover myself on account of the chains and being all tied up. Instead the chains clink and my hands are restrained.

I feel his hand cupping my cheek, and that startles me and throws my concentration. The lack of sight really is very disorienting. He trails it down my neck and rests it there. Not squeezing, but heavy and pressured. I practically vibrate with delight. This is new and at the same time familiar. I know I like his hand on my throat. I know I like the pressure, I like when he squeezes just enough that I'm breathless. But coupled with being chained up and blindfolded? It's somehow even better, more intense - there's an undercurrent of excitement running through my veins.

Two large fingers gently come back trace the outline of my pussy, which I know is very wet from the excitement of everything. His fingers slip between slick folds and I feel him trace my wetness up my sex and around my clit, lubricating and teasing the little nub in little swirls. The gentle caress is delicious, sends curls of lust up my body. I feel his other hand squeeze tighter around my throat and then it starts happening. I start feeling my body tensing, those familiar curls of desire pulsing from between my stomach straight to my sex.

I know I'm moaning, grunting and squirming. Arms and legs straining against the chains as the pleasure goes deeper and deeper. His fingers continue to tease my pussy, fingers circling and petting my clitoris.The little organ is swelling, my sex clenching, liquid seeping from my core.

A warning tumbles into the room, my ears perking up, "Remember your promise. You won't orgasm until Friday,"

Fuck!

Elian's voice is a whispered hush against my ear and it only makes it harder not to cum.

"Please," I find myself begging, "Please Elian, let me cum now." I don't know what madness led me to agreeing to this in the first place.

His fingers continue to torment my pussy, dipping to test my aching hole, pumping in and out, alternating between fast and teasingly slow. His other hand is no longer a warning against my neck, he is now squeezing the column with suffocating pressure. It's aching but perfect, I can barely catch my breath, and coupled with the restraints, the mask and the teasing between my legs it's all just so incredible. Like he's designed this torment to tickle every single one of my sensory buttons. Avoiding orgasm seems impossible at this point.

"Right now, my sweet little slut, I'm not Elian." he growls, "I'm your master, and you'll address me as such."

Aw fuck that's hot.

"Please master," I manage to choke out despite the crushing of my neck, "Please let me cum now."

I know I'm on the verge of crying - the only thing stopping me is that knowledge that really, I need to get a grip. Crying over an orgasm seems just a little bit ridiculous. I can feel my aching pussy throb, the little nub rigid, sensitive and hurtling me ever forward towards an orgasmic release.

Then, like a switch, the touch stops. All of it and my entire body jolts off the bed in outrage.

"Eli- Master," I cry out, body vibrating in unspent release.

"How badly do you want release?" Elian's voice comes at me from different angles which is both stimulating and disorienting. His breath tickles my neck and curls across my ear.

"So bad, please, please." Really I should be ashamed with all this begging and pleading, but I don't have the sense to be that way.

"Your tits really are perfect," he ignores my pleas and trails slick arousal to my nipples, which he takes delight in pinching them until I'm actually crying from the pain. I can feel the cuffs at my hands and ankles rubbing and straining against soft flesh and it hurts.

For a moment it all stops again - the crushing of my throat, the torment of my nipples. I hear a draw open and close.

"...Master?" I try to move, but again the chains clink in denial, once again reminding me that I am very much trapped and at his disposal. It sort of sets a thrill through me again and I sigh.

"I have something else for you," I feel cold metal on my stomach, a chain? Then the cold travels further up, sending gooseflesh trailing across my body, "A little present,"

"A present?" I know confusion is written all over my face.

"Mmm," is his reply.

I feel the cold metal continuing up to my nipples, and then I feel a pinch, a hard little pinch of metal - the sudden feeling of that cold metal clamped onto my nipple sends a shock both pained and pleasured straight to my aching pussy.

His voice caresses my ear, "Clamps, my sweet little slut. They're nipple clamps."

I can feel trails of kisses on my stomach as he places the another cold clamp on my other nipple. The sting sings throughout my body and I know I'm making all manner of noises, movements.

I'm almost too distracted, but then I realise Elian's kisses have travelled lower and I realise his tongue is between my thighs, ever so delicately flicking against my clit and delving between puffy wet folds.

"Oooh," It comes out as a squeak, and as I try to wriggle away the chains pull against skin and pull me right back down. He continues his tender assault, the sensual onslaught between my thighs mixing most pleasurably with the aching of my nipples. It's all too much, and I find myself heading towards orgasm once again.

"Master please," It's a prayer which sings again from my lips.

"No," His voice is firm and followed by a sharp smack to my sex. I pull away in pain, fairly certain a few expletives have just dropped from my mouth. But in a way I'm grateful, because the pain is enough for the orgasm to retreat.

He pulls on the clamps, and I gasp again in pain. The orgasm now fully retreating. I can't help but sigh in relief, that was close.

But my assailant is not a merciful one, and once again I feel his tongue between my legs, coaxing out the little bundle of nerves ever so gently. I marvel about his ability for both the harshest and gentlest of touches. I feel his tongue sweet into my entrance, teasing me - eating every last bit of arousal which I know is seeping out of me at ridiculous speed. This man can have no doubt as to how he makes me feel. Occasionally he moves to pull on the clamps or bite my thigh and it has the unfortunate reaction of pulling me closer and close back towards orgasm.

I beg again, "Please, I can't keep doing this," it's a cry really, "I need you." It's impassioned and I realise true. Those words fly off my lips, but the meaning is almost startling to me.

I need him. Where did that come from?

There's clinking, I realise he's taking the chains off, pulling me to sit up. He guides me - I stumble unsure of where I'm going all of a sudden. He shoves me to my knees, legs hitting the soft carpet roughly, nipples bouncing around in the process, the pinching and weight of the clamps reminding me exactly where they are.

"Show me," I feel him pressing the warm, hard tip of his cock against my lips, "Show me how much you need me." I realise that I must be kneeling in front of him, and cannot imagine at all what he's seeing right now - probably a red-faced slut ready to sacrifice her grandmother for an orgasm.

I wrap my mouth around him enthusiastically, sucking his cock with everything I can muster. I choke and snort as his manhood breaches against my throat. I can't see a thing, only the feel of his hard cock in my mouth, and his hand at the back of my neck guide me as I bob up and down.

"Ungh," I grunt, swirling my tongue around him and sucking him steadily. I clench my thighs together in excitement, clit throbbing intently.

"You sure know how to suck dick, babe," his hips thrust forward and he begins using my mouth in earnest. Suddenly with a pop, he withdraws and I yelp out.

"M-master?" I don't even recognise my voice. It's so desperate and needy. But unspent desire marches through my body, and I simply don't care.

"Beg,"

Shame and delight burns through me, I utter the words which should humiliate me, "Please Master, let me suck you cock."

"More," he commands. Is it possible to cum to a tone of voice?

"Please," I can hear the desperation and all it does is turns me on more if that were possible. I can feel liquid arousal between my thighs.

"Why should I let you?"

I bite my lip, the words leave me in a delighted flurry, "Because I'm a whore who needs hard dick to fill her."

I cannot fathom what has just come from my mouth, but all the same It's erotic and pleasing.