Once Bitten Ch. 08

"Cum for me, you needy slut," I commanded, "Cum until I say to stop."

With that she bucked and her cunt convulsed, then rippled. I continued to slam into her, feeling her cycle from one crest to the next. Her face turned red, then blue as she tried to breathe through my grip. I timed it carefully, then removed my hand and spanked one of her tits. She sucked in a breath, then arched her back. Shuddering from another orgasm. I gripped her tit and held her down.

It was my turn.

I fed from her, and felt Lana move. She rose on her knees and hugged against my side. She watched as I fucked her friend. Chelsea's eyes were wild, unfocused as she bucked hard, then melted and then came again. I focused and then rammed my cock in deep and tossed my head back. I roared as my cock pulsed and filled Chelsea's cunt. Lana covered my mouth with hers and kissed me deeply, her tongue trying to find my tonsil.

I pulled back, feeling Chelsea's cunt still clenching as my rod pulled free. Lana dropped her head from my mouth to my cock, sucking the head. Her eyes rolled back at the taste. Chelsea continued to buck, her body still tripping from one orgasm to the next. I realized she was still compelled by my command, she wouldn't stop until I told her to.

"Shhhh," I said, "you can stop now, Chelsea."

She relaxed like a rag doll. Her legs spread wide, arms tossed in either direction. Her breasts trembled as she tried to find her breath. Her eyes closed, her tongue tracing her lips. Tremors traveled through her flesh, then slowly she blinked and her eyes found focus.

"Bloody hell," Chelsea mumbled on the edge of incoherence.

I gripped the back of Lana's head to pull her from my cock. She looked up at me, lust drunk.

"Fucking Jesus, who are you?" then her fogged eyes found focus and she licked her lips.

"I'm Rick," I said, then let out a content sigh.

I lowered myself between the two girls to catch my breath. They twisted into me, their lips kissing my chest, their hands stroking my thighs. Their hands met at the base of my cock. Then they were stroking it.

"Insatiable," I said, and they nodded, as we began round two.

I left around noon, both Chelsea and Lana were sleeping, cuddled together. Their flesh soaked with sweat and other fluids, both mine and their own. I stank of sex, but felt completely charged. I was famished though. I went back to my apartment and ate the rest of the leftovers; a large pizza, and about a quarter pan of the lasagna. I also drank about a gallon of water.

Satiated in many ways, I climbed up to my loft and stripped off my clothes. I walked to the shower, and turned on the water, and just stood under the spray.

I didn't feel any undue connection to Lana or Chelsea. They were not looking for that type of love. They wanted sex, I wanted sex. It was a pure feeding. I wondered if I owed them something in return.

I felt a pop, outside the doors. Some rustling, then the door slid open. I smiled into Sammi's eyes, and kissed her welcoming her into my shower.

"There must be an alarm on my bathroom door," I smiled, kissing her.

The water soaked her blonde hair, making it a sheet down the back of her head and halfway down her back. Both of us stayed in our mundane forms. I found her soul sexy, as well as any other mask she wore.

"Rick, sometimes a fuck is just a fuck," she said with a smile.

"Monitoring me?" I asked.

She nodded with a mischievous grin, "You are a fun beast to monitor," She confessed, "sometimes I can't tear myself away."

"There are no secrets between you and me," I shared, "Watch me all you want."

"Well I can't do that always," she grinned, then found the soap to start washing me, "I still have a job to do."

I relaxed and enjoyed her careful attention to cleaning. She knew what she was doing, and what fluids she washed away. I felt like she just wanted to help me to return to who I was. She had me turn around, then washed my back, bottom and legs. Then she handed me the bar of soap.

"Now do me," she smiled and lifted up her arms, offering her breasts.

"Best for last," I said, and turned her around.

She shook her pert derriere at me, "You'll make my ass feel bad talking that way."

She looked over her shoulder at me with her bright blue eyes, and smiled.

"So Lana was fun?" she said, "I put her name on the list, because I know she just likes sex. It's okay to just like sex. You need friends like that too."

"So you did make the list thinking I was going to fuck my way through it," I said, soaping up her bottom giving it extra attention to make up for my earlier slight.

"As I said, Rick," she explained, "It was a list of suggestions, you chose to fuck them both, I didn't even know Chelsea would be there. I hope you enjoyed it."

"I did," I smiled, then turned her around to start on her lovely full breasts, "I understand better now why I need friends like that."

"Celia's not going to be like that," I continued, "She needs more love."

"That's good Rick," Sammi smiled, "You need more love as well. I love you, but I know you are poly, you will have many lovers, and they will all be different."

I spent a few moments making sure her nipples were extra clean, she seemed to appreciate my work. Then I soaped down her firm abdomen, and then cupped her sex to clean there too. Then we both helped each other wash the suds away. It might have been odd to use our lips to ensure the suds were gone completely, but we both felt it important to be extra sure.

After we were done. Sammi wrapped a towel around her chest. It almost fell to mid-thigh on her petite frame. I wrapped my towel around my waist, and fell right at my knee level. We went to lie on my bed, and continue to talk.

"Rick," she said, "You have to know I love you, everything about you. I accept you for what you are, and I am fine. Completely fine with your many lovers. It is who you are."

I nodded, she had hammered that point home a few times now, I was starting to believe it.

"I am not human though," she said, "Your human lovers, like Celia will struggle. You need to expect that, but they can also grow in that struggle. Mature as they accept you for who you are. You can accept them for who they are. It might not last, but that is true of every relationship we have."

"I feel like I'm in a counseling session, doctor," I smiled, "I get it Sammi, I'll be working on this for a while. I understand."

"Good," she smiled and kissed my forehead, "Now we do need to talk about the building. You have a meeting with the team tomorrow at one. We will meet at the venue, and I'll take care of all the arrangements. You are much more stable, but you will need to know there are members of management that still have questions about having a full-fae incubus on the team."

She paused for a moment, reflecting.

"We haven't talked about halflings yet, have we?" She said.

I shook my head, "Not that I remember. My brain is sometimes foggy about what you have told me about."

"So by and large, humans and fae can't procreate." She started, "All your buckets of cum you shoot into all your friends is sterile. From a genetic standpoint you're shooting blanks. It is chock full of magick, which is a beneficial part of your playtimes."

"Okay, so they don't need to be on the pill, and I don't need to wear a raincoat," I summarized.

"Probably," she corrected, "There have been times where fae and human copulation has resulted in offspring. Those offspring are called halflings. The new hybrids are genetically human, but they have fae-like powers. They can pass these powers along to their human offspring. Over generations they usually get weaker and weaker."

"Do we know why they were able to procreate?" I asked.

"Gaia knows," she shrugged, "We are trying to research it, but it's really difficult."

"Your partners are made up of some halflings and some fae?" I asked

"And some humans," she smiled, "They are very unique, I think you'll like them. They are concerned about safety, however, and they've worked hard to increase the magic in the city, making it more safe for the fae. They are worried that - well, they don't want to regress."

I felt a bit irritated at the prejudgment involved. I guess it showed on my face, and Sammi took my jaw in her hands to capture my eyes. She searched them intently.

"Once they know you," Rick, "They will see what I see. I know they will."

I nodded, and she looked at her watch, "When is your date with Rachael?" She asked, "What is your plan."

"I get this masochist vibe from her," I said, "she really seems to buzz with BDSM themes, control, pain, dominance, submission."

Sammi nodded, looking at me curiously

"I was thinking about reserving the playroom downstairs." I said, "It would be better than my place. I like her, but I'm not sure I want her in my apartment yet."

"Can you be safe?" Sammi asked, "The playroom is for SSC interactions, consent is mandatory, forms and registered safe words, required. Do you know how to play like that."

"Safe, Sane and Consensual," I said, "I remember reading a lot as Tom, but I confess I don't have experience with BDSM play, I am dominant, but haven't used hardware before..."

I couldn't complete the sentence, I closed my eyes, and my thoughts filled with past lives and encounters. Scenes of torture, flashed before my eyes, my mundane form then wore priest robes, and heard confessions. Gripping whips and flailing flesh til it bled. Binding helpless women in chains, forcing them, beating them. I shivered and hung my head.

"The Inquisition," I breathed, and looked at Sammi.

"Mmmmhm," she said and pursed her lips, "Another location we've traced your past incarnations was Spain and Central America. Rick, are you sure you want to expose yourself to those memories?"

I thought for a long time, then looked at her.

"It's the only way to process the past," I said, "so I can put it in my rearview, and not look back again."

"Okay," she said, "I want to introduce you to the staff here that run the playroom, and let you read the rules. We have a few hours before your date."

We got dressed, much more casually. Sammi slipped on a bikini and a sundress that she seemed to snag from thin air. While I pulled a pair of cargo shorts and a blue t-shirt from my closet. I slipped on some sandals, and Sammi a new pair of pumps. Then we walked to the management office.

Sammi smiled, and asked to talk to the on-duty DM. The receptionist dialed a number, and then had us wait. After a bit a short curly haired redhead came in to talk to the receptionist. She had a firm athletic frame, lean and muscular. Dressed in athletic wear, I pegged her for a trainer. The receptionist pointed over at us, and she nodded.

"Hi, I'm Lexi," she smiled holding out her hand, "I'm the DM, you had questions about the playroom?"

I took her hand, "Rick," I said, her grip was firm, "and this is Sammi."

Lexi looked at me then at Sammi then lifted a brow.

Sammi pointed to me, "Just him," she smiled, "This is a bit out of my realm."

"Okay," Lexi smiled, then looked at me, "Let me take you down, Rick, and give you the tour, review the paper work and answer any questions."

I looked at Sammi, "I'll call you later," then gave her a kiss and hug.

I noticed Lexi wore a silver collar around her neck, but no other jewelry or piercings. She also had an elaborate tattoo sleeve of a fox that went from shoulder to wrist. She grinned at me, then grabbed the keys from the receptionist and led me to the elevator.

"How long have you been in the scene?" She asked, looking me up and down.

"I haven't," I answered, "I'm curious. I have a date tonight that I think I would like to play, I just get that vibe from her. I want to learn to be safe, I don't want to freelance."

"That's really smart, Rick," Lexi said, "We hold weekly munches, and have lots of educational courses. The BDSM experience can be really intense and enjoyable, if you practice SSC."

"I'm worried my date will know more than I do," I admitted.

"She probably doesn't," Lexi said with a shrug, "All these books and novels out there are getting it wrong, and it's harmful to the scene. It's good that you're doing this the right way though."

We passed through the parking lot and towards a door. This part of the garage was a lot smaller than other levels. When she opened the door, I found out why. The playroom was huge. The decor was dark leather. Some stainless steel apparatus were set up around the space. Along one wall were hooks with neat loops of natural fibre rope. Another wall hung a variety of leather cuffs and various straps. She stopped at a counter and opened a drawer.

"Plugs, insertables, other toys are here. Just make sure you put them in the cleaning bin after you're done with play, we will make sure they are disinfected properly."

She took me back towards the back, "Sometimes we have play parties in the main dungeon, for people that enjoy public play," she continued, "These rooms down this hall can be used for private play. We don't have anything planned tonight, so you and your date can play in the main dungeon."

She opened a door to a small office space, and a brunette was behind the counter. She smiled as we entered. Her hair was in a short bob, with intense blue eyes. She had a nose ring, and wore dark eye makeup that made her eyes even more intense. She had a tattoo sleeve like Lexi's but it was a tree or forest motif, in greens and browns.

"This is Brooke," Lexi said, "She helps me with the day-to-day of the space, and will be here with me monitoring."

"I'm Rick," I said, and we shook hands.

"What does DM stand for?" I asked Lexi.

"It's short for Dungeon Monitor," Lexi explained, "I'm training Brooke to be fully qualified. The DM is a safety monitor. We observe every play party, public or private. We can shut down any scene, and we are fully qualified in first aid."

"Hand me the manual, please, Brooke," Lexi said, and Brooke pulled down an inch thick three-ring binder.

"Read this," Lexi said, "Carefully. You can sit over there. Do you plan on being the dominant tonight?"

I nodded, "Yeah," I said, "That's me."

"Then you are responsible for the safety of yourself and your partner," she explained, "You need to know this stuff Rick," she said fixing her eyes on me, "I will shut you down if procedures aren't followed."

"Understood," said taking the binder.

As I sat down, I smiled at Lexi. She was a full foot shorter than me, and I outweighed her a good hundred pounds. She might be lean and athletic, but I wondered how she could possibly stop me from doing anything I pleased.

I read through the procedures and policies, and thought it was a bit excessive and pedantic. Everything was spelled out with process and procedures. Consent forms were mandatory, as were safe words. Safe words had to be spoken out loud before play could commence. By the time I got through the binder, I realized it really was important for the safety of all players.

"I'm sold," I said, to Lexi handing her back the binder.

"What do you plan to do tonight?" Lexi said, "Would you like for me to help you with the plan?"

"Yes," I said, "that would be nice."

"Follow me," Lexi said, "Brooke you too."

She took us back out to the main dungeon, and told Brooke to bring her two wrist cuffs, and two ankle cuffs, and a light flogger.

Brooke nodded with a gleam in her eye, and collected what Lexi asked for, then returned. Lexi looked at me and winked.

"Cuff yourself, needy slut." Lexi growled at Brooke.

It was a bit surreal because Brooke was about four inches taller than Lexi. While Lexi was physically strong, Brooke weighed more. The body type differences seemed swapped. Yet, Brooke obeyed instantly, without question.

"Normally," Lexi said, "I'm a submissive pain slut for my Master," and she touched her silver collar, "I've found, though, sometimes I enjoy topping. So I've become a bit of a switch. Brooke needs to learn to be a good submissive, before I allow her to top anyone."

Brooke had cuffed both wrists, then knelt at Lexi's side. Lexi hardly looked at her, then pointed.

"Bring the spanking bench here, and get on. Cuff yourself and then I'll cuff your last wrist."

There was no please, just a command. Brooke immediately went back to work. She handed Lexi the light flogger, then mounted the spanking bench. She straddled it, fully clothed. It was enough to make me understand how arousing it would be with a naked submissive.

"We clean and disinfect every prop after each session," Lexi said.

She walked around Brooke and checked each d-ring to ensure she was securely fastened to the bench. Then she knelt and latched the last clip. Brooke tried to move, but her movements were limited.

"From here," Lexi said, "for a first time scene, you can just use your hand and spank her. Or a light flogger. Hold out your forearm."

She took it in her wrist and held it firm, then looked at me, "I'm going to hit you with the flogger, about medium strength, okay? I won't hit you unless you consent."

I nodded, and she looked at me, then up at the cameras, "I consent," I said.

"Good boy," she said.

"Then Lexi whipped the flogger into the meat of my forearm. It stung and I sucked in a breath, the strands of the flogger distributed the force, and while it stung at first the pain lessened into a warm glow."

"Brooke," she said, "Do I have consent,"

"Yes mistress," Brooke said, "I consent."

Then she walked around Brooke, and anywhere she wasn't wearing clothes, her arms, lower legs, lower back, Lexi swatted Brooke. Brooke yelped at the first strikes, then her olive complexion turned rosy, and she started moaning. She ground her hips into the firm seat on the bench. Her nipples were rigid pressing into her sports bra on either side of the bench.

"Good girl," Lexi crooned, then grabbed a handful of Brooke's hair and levered her head back, looking into Brooke's intense eyes, then kissed her.

"You may unlock, and clean up," Lexi said, as she unclipped one of Brooke's wrists.

"You're such a tease, mistress," Brooke said with a grin, "Thank you."

Lexi grinned at her friend, then looked at me. "The right application of pain can become pleasure. You have to find the right mix."

"It takes years to discover how it works," Lexi went on, "So go slow. Check in with your partner. Make sure she knows and will use her safeword. Don't just hit her, you need to stimulate all of her senses."

I nodded, "Thanks Lexi," I said, "I'm still nervous, but I want to learn more. Thank you for taking the time."

We went back to the office, and Lexi pulled up the schedule book as Brooke wasn't in the office.

"What time is your date?" Lexi asked.

"Around 7?" I said, "she's supposed to meet me at my apartment at seven."

"Will there be any intercourse?" Lexi asked, "exposed sexual organs, etc?"

"I... Yes." I said, remembering how Rachael felt and what she liked, "Almost certain."

"Should be a fun night." Lexi smiled, "We will be here in the backroom, come in and introduce your date, have her sign the forms. Then you go have fun, and we can sit and monitor. If you see the red light and hear the siren, all play must stop. Understand?"

"Yes i do," I smiled, "I'll see you then."

I walked out of the office, and smiled at Brooke, who blushed. She was wearing a completely different outfit, and appeared freshly showered. The spanking bench was where she left it, and she had lined up a new set of cuffs and a leather collar.

Rachael arrived at my apartment promptly at seven. I opened the door and she was wearing a full length raincoat that came to her calves. Her curls were tight and clean, her face had a light covering of makeup.

She looked at me, and I looked back at her, "Hands behind your back," I said evenly.