Chapter Nineteen - Trust me

Freya Rose

“Killing my brother doesn’t count, Freya. That son of a bitch deserved it,” Sam replied as he walked away from me and into the penthouse. He slumped down onto the couch as I followed him in. “I’ve killed so many people to protect myself and my secrets. I think that’s why I put up with Kali for so long. I felt like I didn’t deserve anyone better. Then you came along.” He sat forward and rested his head in his hands. “I thought I could be a better man for you, Freya. It turns out, once a murderer, always a murderer.”
I sat down beside him and replied,
“I wasn’t talking about, Balan.” He sat up and glanced at me. “I killed one of my pack members. His name was Chase, and I ripped him apart, for no reason.”
“What? He must have done something…”
“Yeah. He questioned my orders,” I replied with a sigh.
In light of Sam’s mood, I didn’t see the point in adding the excuse of being insane at the time. I knew I was going through withdrawals from Azael’s blood, but I didn’t see that as a good enough excuse for taking Chase's life. I should have had more control, been stronger. I still saw myself as a murderer, just like Sam did.
“I’m sorry, Freya. I had no idea.”
“Do you see me differently?” I asked him as I shuffled in my seat to face him.
He shot around and replied,
“No, of course not. Nothing you do could ever make me think badly of you.”
“Then why do you think that I’d change my opinion of you?”
He sighed and rested back on the couch, tilting his head back to look at the ceiling.
“I’ll tell you everything. But please don’t hate me.” He turned his head to look at me. “I don’t want you hating me.”
“I won’t, I swear,” I replied while stroking his face.
He looked back up at the ceiling and began to tell me his life story. He explained that after he killed his father, his mother disappeared. Somehow, she ended up with Azael, and when she told him about Kali, he became obsessed with the idea of using her to make an army of hybrids. He said that his mother was fed Azael’s blood, and after she returned to their brood, she slowly began going insane. He sought out Azael to try and fix his mother, walking Kali right into his grasps.
Sam had his mom put in the cells below the castle, and she'd been there ever since. He explained how he and Kali got used to their life with Azael and killed many hunters. I knew that’s what they’d done, and I was no less guilty, I’d done the same. He then went on to explain why he left me there and ran off with Kali. He told me all about the Overlook hotel, and how he had Kali locked away. He thought she was going to be there forever, but as I already knew, she was let out by Selene and the twins.
“My brothers had a sire bond with Kali, and they didn’t believe my story of her running off with a more powerful vampire. They went searching for her, and eventually found her at the hotel.” He paused for a second, making me look over at him.
A tear rolled down his cheek and my heart broke for him. I shuffled up the couch and threw my leg over him, so that I was now sitting on his lap. He looked up at me and smiled half-heartedly, before continuing,
“I told myself that I had no choice. Not that I believed it then, any more than I believe it now. I staked them both, to keep my brood safe, and to keep my secret. I knew Kali would tell my brood that I’d killed my father and I couldn’t let that happen.”
He covered his face with both of his hands, clearly fighting off his sobs. I pulled his hands away from his face and then placed my lips onto his. He took in a deep breath as his head moved to follow mine. A salty tear hit my lip, making me kiss him harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gently kissed him until his tears dried up. His fingers gripped my hair and yanked my head back slightly. He lowered his head, placing tiny kisses down my neck. I pulled away and stood up from the couch, quickly dropping my pajama bottoms to the floor. I pulled my top off as he pulled off his jogging bottoms, before pulling me back onto his lap.
I leaned in and kissed him again, and as the kiss got stronger, I could feel his member growing between my thighs. My bud was pulsing and body twitching with every touch of his fingers around my waist. When his hands ran up my back it sent tingles to my core, making me wetter than I’d been for a while. Him opening up to me and showing me his vulnerable side, turned me on beyond belief. I felt closer to him than ever before, and all I wanted to do was make him feel better. I grabbed a hold of his cock, making him moan into my mouth. I smiled against his lips as I let out my own moan when I pushed his cock inside me.
I began lifting my ass, then lowering it really slowly, stroking his member from tip to base. We kissed the entire time and by the time I wanted to speed up, he surprised me by standing up and carrying me to the bedroom. He didn’t bother with being gentle. When we reached the bed, he peeled me off of him and threw me onto it. I looked up at him with a mix of surprise and confusion. With a sexy smirk and eyes as black as the night, he turned and opened the closet. He pulled his clothes to the side revealing a back wall covered in whips and chains.
My eyes grew wide as I inspected the torture implants that covered the wall. He pulled some thick chains with metal cuffs off of the wall, then turned back to me.
“Do you trust me?”
“After seeing that wall. Hell no, I don’t trust you,” I replied with a nervous giggle. “But considering I could rip those cuffs apart then strangle you with the chains, I think I’m happy to let you play.”
He chuckled deeply, and I couldn’t help but notice his cock twitch with excitement at the thought of me strangling him. He walked over to me then attached the chains to a metal ring on the wall. I couldn’t help but ask myself why I hadn’t seen that ring before. He grabbed my waist and eased me up the bed, before attaching the cuffs to my wrists. He then went back to the closet and got another set of chains and attached them to another ring at the base of the bed, before attaching the cuffs to my ankles.
“So, you’re into BDSM, huh?” I asked curiously. He nodded in reply, then returned to the torture wall. He pushed the clothes on the lower rail aside, revealing a chest of drawers. “Do you like to be the dominate one in the bedroom?” I didn’t really know what to say while chained to the bed. I didn’t know if there were rules or if I had to stay quiet.
“Not always. I like to mix it up. Sometimes I like to take control and tease, other times I like being the sub and being choked.”
His response made me blush, as I thought about his cock twitching at my comment about strangling him with the chains.
“Choked? You like that?”
He turned to face me with a set of clamps and a tiny vibrator. I gulped and tried to prepare myself for what was to come. I wasn’t a prude by any means, but I hadn’t been with anyone that came along with their own arsenal of sex toys. The whole situation was new to me, and I couldn’t help but think we should have discussed it beforehand. I don’t know, maybe we should have set up a safe word at least. It all just took me by surprise, and I couldn’t help my mind racing wondering what he was going to do to me. My head shot back the moment he placed the cold plastic vibrator onto my clit and switched it on.
A moan escaped my lips as the powerful vibrations pulsed through my bud. He began to circle that tiny piece of plastic heaven around my bud, and I couldn’t help but push myself onto it harder. As soon as I pushed myself onto it, he turned it off. I sigh with disappointment as my bud’s throbs began to ease. He chuckled at me when I shot him a scowl. I threw my head back and waited for him to start again. After a few seconds the glorious vibrations began again, and soon enough I was pushing my crotch onto it again, trying to intensify the feeling. Yet again the vibrations ceased, followed by a low chuckle from him.
“What the hell, Sam? I was just getting into that.”
“I know. I control this remember. I say when it intensifies, and when it stops. Not you. So, every time you push yourself onto it, I’ll stop.”
“What the fuck kind of fun is that?” I snapped at him.
“Well, apart from it being highly amusing when you look at me like you want to kill me. The fun part is knowing that when I finally let you cum, it will be the most powerful and intense orgasm that you’ve ever had.”
I sighed and replied,
“Well, I mean that part does sound fun.” I lifted my head and scowled at him. “But be warned, if I go through all that teasing and it’s not the best freaking orgasm of my life, I will throw your naked ass off that balcony.”
He laughed deeply then replied,
“Noted.”
I rested my head back onto the pillow and shuffled my body, making sure I was comfortable. I guessed it was going to be a long night.

Samael Wulf

I didn’t doubt that Freya would throw me right off the balcony if I didn’t give her the best climax of her life. Luckily for me, I had complete faith in my foreplay skills. I wanted to watch her cum in so many different ways, and I couldn’t wait to taste her again. Her blood was delicious, but her cum was phenomenal. The little taste that I’d had years ago stuck in my mind and I fantasized about it every time I wanked off to the memory of her. Each time I got close to climaxing; I could almost taste it. Now I couldn’t wait to have her gushing into my mouth. I placed the vibrator onto her clit again, and within seconds she was wiggling her hips, but she was controlling herself and trying her best not to push herself onto it. As I circled it around her bud, I rewarded her control by inserting a finger into her velvet pink tunnel.
She let out a soft moan and pushed herself onto my finger, which in turn made me immediately pull it back out. With labored breaths, she let out a frustrated sigh. I watched with a grin on my face as she shook her head and tried to compose herself. When she’d stopped moving around, I got off the bed and fetched a silk blind fold. I took the nipple clamps off of the bed and stood above her. She lifted her head for me to place the blind fold on, and when I was sure she couldn’t see anything, I leaned in and gently placed my lips onto hers. I kissed her then moved my kisses down her neck and towards her breast. I paused for a second then sucked one of her nipples into my mouth.
The moan that escaped her made my manhood throb, so I stopped sucking on her nipple. I needed to control myself or I’d be ejaculating all over her before we'd even got started. I composed myself then went back to work. While teasing one nipple with my fingers, I blew on the wet nipple, making it as hard as it could go. When I was satisfied that it was at its hardest, I opened up the clamp and placed it around her nipple. I closed it gently around the nipple. As much as I wanted her to feel the pain alongside the pleasure, that would take time to build up to. She wasn’t used to any of this and I wanted her to enjoy it as much as possible, so a lot of the hardcore stuff would have to wait for now.
She hissed out a little when I let go of the clamp. When I clamped her other nipple she moaned, I guessed she was getting used to it quicker than I expected. I moved back down the bed, taking a hold of the thin chain that was attached to the nipple clamps. I put my middle finger through the loop at the end of the chain and yanked on it slightly. She hissed again, bringing a smile to my face. I pulled her legs apart and positioned myself in between them, I was ready to taste her. I buried my face between her thighs and closed my eyes as I let my tongue explore her lips. I wanted to mentally map every inch of her using only my mouth.
When my tongue slid up and down her gash, she squirmed beneath me. I pulled on the thin chain making her hiss again as it pulled on the clamps. My tongue pushed its way past her lips and touched the tip of her clit making her body twitch and tummy harden beneath my hand. I licked her bud, then began flicking my tongue up and down as I teased it. I sucked it into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue at the same time, and she couldn’t help but wiggle her hips with each breathless moan. I could feel the blood pumping through her clit and I tried my best to ignore it. But as her pussy began dribbling glorious juices, the smell aroused me so much, I had to taste her blood.
My fangs extended and when I pierced through the delicate flesh of her clit, I thrust two fingers into her pussy. I arched those fingers up instantly catching her G-spot. She wiggled and panted as I slid my fingers in and out of her while feeding on her bud. All thoughts of her controlling herself were out of the window for her and for me. I’d never tasted anything so amazing in my life, so all rules were gone. All I could think of was making her cum so hard that she filled up my mouth. Her screams got louder and she pushed her pussy onto my face so hard that I thought she was going to break my jaw. I pulled on the nipple clamps and sucked on her clit even harder.
When I inserted another finger into her pussy the sound of her juices filled up the air. As I stroked her G-spot harder I could feel her walls beginning to contract, and when her tummy tightened up, I got ready to move. I let go of the chain to the nipple clamps and grabbed the vibrator. I quickly removed my fangs from her clit and placed the tiny vibrator onto it. Her body jolted at the powerful vibrations. I pulled my fingers out of her and shoved my tongue into her pussy, as deep as it would go. With a few circles from the vibrator she screamed out,
“Oh, fuck, Sam. Oh my God.
I had her cuming quick and hard. Screaming out my name as wave upon wave of her glorious juices filled up my mouth. I swallowed the lot greedily, and even took my tongue out and lapped up the last remaining drops of cum and blood from her throbbing clit. She lay there motionless, panting as she tried to catch her breath. My whole idea of her controlling herself and me controlling myself was a failure to say the least. But I didn’t care. All I cared about now, was making that incredible woman climax as many times as I could. She was in for a long night, because I wasn’t going to stop fucking her until the pair of us couldn’t move from exhaustion.

Freya Rose

I didn’t understand how him taking a whole mouthful of my cum didn’t knock him out. The only thing I could think of was that somehow my blood in his system, maybe counteracted the effects of it. Either way, I was glad that he wasn’t paralyzed, because as I tried to catch my breath from an amazing orgasm, he undone my chains around my ankles, then climbed on top of me and released my wrists. I liked the idea of being tied up, but I wanted my hands all over him. I wrapped my legs around him and he didn’t waste any time in shoving his cock inside me. He wasn’t gentle or slow with it and it stung a little, but the pain mixed with the feeling of his amazing member inside me worked perfectly. I yanked his head down and smashed my lips onto his, but our kiss didn’t last long. With the taste of my blood on his tongue, my hunger rose.
I pulled away and yanked his head to the side, not worrying about hurting him at all. By all accounts, he liked it rough, and by the hardening of his cock inside me, I was reassured of that fact. He groaned with pleasure when I sank my teeth into his neck, and his thrusts became more vigorous when I started feeding on him. I could feel another orgasm growing inside me, so I dug my nails into his back, telling him to go harder. He slammed himself into me even more and I was so close to hitting another high. He stopped thrusting and I thought it was another lesson or something, but when he ripped me away from him, I quickly pulled the blindfold off.
“It’s easier for me to show you why I like it, instead of trying to explain it. Do you trust me?”
I knitted my brow in confusion, but nodded in reply. Before I had a chance to work out what he was on about, his large hands were around my throat. He quickly began slamming his cock into me again, and as I struggled to breathe, I began fighting against him. Pulling and yanking at his arms was useless. He had his whole weight on my neck and with the fading oxygen I was losing strength. As much as I was freaking out, the orgasm that was building was the strongest I’d ever felt. With a few more thrusts of his hips, I exploded into my climax, and along with it came a light-headed euphoria.
“Fucking hell, Freya,” he screamed into his own climax then collapsed onto the bed beside me.
I took in a huge gasp of air, and as the oxygen rushed into my lungs it burst into my brain making me feel like I was floating on air. We laid there him panting, and me gasping for air. I had to admit, as much as I wanted to yell at him for what he'd just done. It was the best orgasm I’d ever had. It was like I’d just taken a drug or something. It was so intense and the after effect was indescribable. I couldn’t be mad at him, no matter how much I wanted to. I could definitely understand why he liked it. Although I did worry that, how would I ever have normal sex again? And if he opened me up to more stuff, would I have to do weird shit like that all the time?
“Freya, are you okay? Was it too much?” He asked in a panic as he sat up beside me. When I didn’t answer, he sat up more and put his head in his hands. “Shit, you think I’m weird now. It was too much, wasn’t it? I’m such a fucked-up person…”
I sat up and placed my hand on his back, and he turned to look at me. With a smile I replied,
“You are fucked up. I do think you’re weird. It was a little much…” He dropped his head and stared at the bed. “But I loved it. So, I guess I’m just as fucked up as you are.”
He gazed up at me with the hugest grin, then threw himself into my arms. We fell back onto the bed and laughed together. We spent the rest of the night making love until the sun came up. All the worries about me not being able to have normal sex were out the window, as I enjoyed our normal, slow and sensual sex, just as much as the weird stuff. I also didn’t think about the stresses at home, Azael, Selene, or the twins. I felt free, and loved, and that meant the entire world to me.