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She found his offer intriguing which is why she had agreed to this trip in the first place. She sat on the plane, looking out at the ocean, wondering why this 6�4�, brown hair and eyes, ruggedly handsome man was willing to fly her all the way across the sea just to meet him. She considered herself ordinary at 5�7� with her red hair and hazel eyes. In truth, their discussions had brought out the darker side to her personality. The side that she kept hidden from view, seen by very few, which she, herself hardly ever even looked at.
There was little she could do about it now. She wondered if she could live up to his expectations. If she could call the darkness out of herself and actually use it to their mutual satisfaction. In her life, only one person had ever felt her sharp teeth puncture his skin and he lived with the remembrance of her always. It had been for that reason she had turned away from him. She felt as if she would have lost herself if she had stayed with him. Yet, her she was, on a plane, willingly going to meet someone who had called to her inner demon.
He was paying for everything, including the first class plane ticket. He had spared no expense in meeting her wishes as to how this meeting would go. For her, it was a vacation from her ordinary life into one that she longed to at least visit. A life that put her more in control while at the same time allowing her to be out of control.
The ground rules had been set long before she boarded the plane. Basically they were that she was in total control of the situation. She was, for the first time in her life, being allowed to use the teeth and nails that were nothing more than adornments in her ordinary life. Carefully, she ran her tongue over her teeth, imagining what his flesh would taste like. Tapping her nails on the airplane tray, wondering how it would feel to rake them over his back. All of these things, he asked of her. All of the things that she never did at home, where she always held back.
It occurred to her that perhaps over all of these years she had become like a ferocious caged animal by always ensuring that she never hurt anyone during pleasure. She admitted to herself that she was hungry. Starved, in fact, having been without the opportunity to give into her darker side. She knew now that she had placed herself within the cage but wasn�t sure if she even wanted to consider going back into it when this was all over. She wasn�t sure if she would be able to go back to that cage.
She became nervous thinking about how much this decision could possibly change her. Not that she hadn�t already thought about all of these things and more but now, it was much more real. For her, there was no backing out now. She intended on carrying through with this now no matter what the consequences happened to be in the end.
She stepped off the plane, went to baggage claim, and through customs. She found the look on the customs official�s face amusing when he opened her bag and saw the leather restraints on top. Closing the bag, she winked at him. As she left customs, the driver who was to take her to his house, where their first meeting would take place, greeted her.
His staff took her bags when she arrived. She stood in the doorway, looking into a life of luxury that she would never have and think about how fun it will be to just pretend for a while. Really, that is all this would be, pretend. In a week, she would return home to her ordinary life. Until then, she planned on making the most of the time given to her.
She went up to her room. Admiring the wrought iron bed with its sturdy yet decorative posts. Thinking about how easily the leather restraints she had with her would fit around the posts. Scattered about the room were many wrought iron candleholders with candles fitted perfectly into them. It seems he had remembered from their conversations that vanilla was her favorite scent for she could smell it everywhere in the room. She stepped towards the large window, opening it so the she could feel the cool breeze against her warm skin. As it blew across her, her nipples hardened. Her mind was wandering as she thought of how tonight would go.
Suddenly, she was brought out of her thoughts by a knock on the door. �May I come in?� she heard a husky male voice ask. Shaking her head to bring her thoughts back to the present, she replied �Yes.� The door opened silently and when she first caught glimpse of him, her breath was momentarily taken away by his looks. Recovering quickly, she looked at him and said, �I didn�t expect to see you so soon.� �I trust your plane trip was a pleasant one� he replied. �Long and rather uneventful would be the term I would use,� she said. He stepped closer to her and she could smell him. She considered reaching out to touch him but thoughts better of it. She would save all of her touching for later, when he would be all hers. She smiled at him, baring her sharp teeth, then running her tongue over them. She could tell from his playful smile that this pleased him. Then he turned around and as he headed out the door he said �I will see you after dark.�
Sighing, she sat down on the edge of the bed, silently collecting her thoughts. She knew it was too late to turn back now. Getting up off the bed, she looked to her suitcase and other bags, thinking of precisely how she would prepare the room for tonight. She took her tripod out of its box, setting it up. Then began to walk around the room, looking through her hands as she would through her camera, trying to find just the right location to place the tripod. After all, she was being paid to be here, paid more then she made in an entire year at her job, and she was going to make sure that this job was done properly. Not that she would be taking the pictures herself but by, looking at things through the camera�s eye, she would have a better idea of positions.
Setting the tripod so that it was looking directly at the bottom right corner bedpost, she opened her suitcase, taking out the leather restraints. After checking them to insure that they were flawless, she placed them on the bed. After that, she got out her black leather corset, which she had made just for this occasion. She knew that when he saw how the leather gently caressed her large breasts, he would want to touch them for himself. She smiled while considering whether she would actually allow that to happen or not.
Walking away from the bed and into the adjacent bathroom, she prepared to enter the shower. She showered quickly, then dressed in the corset. Afterwards, she carefully applied her make up and scented herself with pure vanilla oil. She wore nothing else because she needed nothing else.
There was another knock on the door and a second man entered. This man was to be the photographer. She walked around the room, showing him exactly where she expected him to take the pictures and what angels she thought would be the best ones. While he set up the rest of his equipment and prepared the cameras, she lit the candles. Turning off the light in the room, she was almost mesmerized by the way the light cast by the candles danced on the walls and the silk sheets. Shaking her head to bring herself back to reality, she instructed the photographer to go and get him. Handing him the blindfold and instructing him that it was to be securely in place when he was brought in.
In he walked, assisted by the cameraman to ensure that none of the equipment would be knocked out of place. He stood before her, naked from the waist up, still in his pants and underwear. She reached out, taking his hand in hers, leading him to the bedpost. She walked around behind him, picked up one of the restraints while pulling his arms behind him and around the post and placing the restraints over his wrists. She slowly fastened them, insuring that they were tight enough so that he could not get out of them.
Moving herself back around to his front, she raked her nails over his bare chest, watching him jump as she did so. She reached up to undo his blindfold, knowing that he could feel the leather against his skin and smell her. She could tell that he was becoming aroused. She undid the blindfold, stepping away from him as she let it fall to the floor. He smiled when he saw her. Once again running her nails over his chest she said, �Do you like what you see?� �Yes,� he replied, swallowing hard. She stepped closer to him, touching his lips so lightly with hers that she could tell he was wondering if their lips had actually touched at all.
She licked his lips, tasting him. Then she opened her mouth, taking his lip into her mouth, nibbling on it. She felt a shiver of anticipation run through him as she ran her nails over his back while nibbling his lip. His manhood pressed against her but she was just getting started and it would be a while before she would free him. She licked his neck, then down his chest. She carefully avoided his nipples, want to save them for her teeth. She licked her way back up his chest, her body running over his manhood making him shiver.
Once again reaching his neck, she began to lightly nibble it. Tasting him, wanting more. She bit down harder causing him to moan. She continued biting his neck, moving slowly down to his shoulder. She felt something rise in her that she had only felt once before. She wanted to consume him. Not just have sex with him her way but taste him, taste his blood, rip his skin with her teeth. This is what he had asked of her� what she had doubted she could do.
She inhaled his scent, which smelled to her like a mixture of pleasure and panic. He has awakened in her the devilish angel of the night. At that point, she could not have contained herself even if she had tried or wanted to. She was over come with hunger, knowing, with certainty, that this was her true self. Reaching the top of his shoulder, she sunk her teeth in, hearing the clicking of the camera and his growl of surprise, as she tasted his blood on her lips. She smiled, keeping her teeth clenched tightly, so that the camera could get a better view. Then closed her lips, drinking him in.
She nibbled her way across the front of his chest to his other shoulder, leaving a tiny blood trail. She bit again, this time harder, digging her nails into his back as she did so. He screamed. She could tell he wasn�t sure if he was experiencing intense pleasure or pain. He was sweating and shivering, his manhood still pressing against her as she drank his blood. She didn�t drink too much because she didn�t want him to pass out when she was just beginning.
She released the hold her teeth had on him while racking her nails down his back. She moved her lips down his chest to his nipples, biting on them gently, not breaking the skin. She felt herself becoming more aroused than she had ever been in her entire life as she smelled the intoxicating smell of his arousal mixed with the scent of his blood. She worked her way down his chest, nibbling the whole time, until she was on her knees before him. She knew he longed to touch her, to tear off her corset, throw her upon the bed and fuck her until she begged him to stop but she would not allow that to happen. Reaching just under the bed, she brought out a pair of very sharp scissors and began to cut up the length of his pants on the left side. Then she did the same with the right side.
There he stood, practically naked before her, his manhood aching to be released. She reached on the floor with her right hand to pull his pants out of her way, while running the nails of her left hand over his thigh and calf. She was mesmerized by the way the candle light played over his tan skin. She could no longer hear the clicking of the camera though subconsciously she knew it was there. She placed the scissors on the floor, still within her reach, as she nibbled the inside of hi thigh. Here, she could smell the heady scent of his arousal and he moaned as she sank her teeth in. This time, she felt his legs becoming unsteady as she pulled slightly away from him with his flesh still in between her teeth. She could hear his flesh tearing as she did so. He screamed in surprise, begging her to stop. She released his flesh, then licked the blood away from the tear. Looking up at him with a gleam in her eye she said �No, this is what you wanted. What you requested. You are mine now and I will do what I please.�
She took the scissors and cut away his underwear, freeing his still hard manhood much to his pleasure. She licked her way from his tear to the tip of his cock. She could tell from the amount of pre-cum on the head that he was as excited by all of this as she was. She licked away the pre-cum, feeling him shake as her tongue ran lightly over the tip. Then she lightly nibbled the head, knowing the he could feel her sharp teeth as they passed over it. She ran her nails lightly over his ass cheeks, teasing him.
Then she stood, once again, in front of him, and very slowly undid her corset, allowing it to fall to the floor so that she was naked in front of him. Pressing her body up against his, feeling her desire swell, she reached behind him, undoing one side of the restraints and instructing him to sit on the chair that she had placed beside the bed. He did as instructed while she walked around behind him and once again fastened the restraint, leaning over to nibble his neck more as she did so. Licking the blood from her previous bite.
She was so filled with desire that she thought she would lose her mind if she did not feel him inside of her at that very moment. Walking back in front of him, she straddled him. Holding her hot, wet cunt just over the top of his hard cock. Slowly, she eased herself down onto him, hearing him moan as he was engulfed by her. Beginning with long, slow strokes, she pushed herself up and down over his length with her legs. She increased the pace, digging her nails into the side of his back as she did so. She could tell that he would cum any moment so she thrust herself down on him, leaning forward and biting his neck as she did so. She could taste his blood as he screamed with pleasure from the sensation of pleasure and pain. They both came as she drank his blood. And this was just the first day of her week there.
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