23WARNING: This chapter is explicit. There are scenes of BDSM which may offend some readers. It is not for many, and may disturb some readers. You have been warned.
"You're late. An explanation from the start would've been appreciated." Autumn snarled.
"What part of you would've listened like a sane person would?"
"Maybe the kind that wasn't assaulted before she had a proper conversation with some guy claiming to be her "mate"."
"Take a seat. Let's talk." Pierce moved to Autumn's sofa, patting his lap. Autumn felt anger roll over her, making Pierce smirk uncontrollably. He felt desire stirring within him. Something about Autumn angry made him go crazy for her.
"I think I'd rather stand than sit in your lap."
The smirk on Pierce's face never left. He leaned back onto the armrest of the sofa, one arm folded at the elbow behind his head. His bicep flexed and Autumn couldn't help but stare at the definition in them and his forearms. Images of Pierce gripping her body not too long ago plagued her mind, and her eyes glazed over. Pierce's smirk grew, but he reminded himself to focus. He had his whole life to claim her over and over again – now was not the time.
"Autumn." His voice rumbled, bringing her back to life. A small blush spread across her cheeks, but she didn't let it control her.
"Go on with what you came here for." She muttered, trying to clear her mind.
"If I had my way I'd take you to your bedroom and ravish you." He all but growled at her, unable to stop the images from seeping into his mind. Autumn swallowed harshly, her heartbeat and breath quickening. Her stomach turned at the thought of taking him into her mouth and controlling him – just for a bit. She tried to push away the thoughts of him throwing her over his knee and spanking her for having her own fun. She tried, but found the thoughts consuming. Focus Autumn.
She shook her head heavily, clearing it as best she could. "Not this time. Go on and talk."
Pierce's breathing was laboured, and he forced himself to start. He couldn't stop now.
"Autumn, I am not human. I am a vampire, and have been for hundreds of years." He started. He gave her a few seconds to take it in before he opened his mouth to continue.
Laughter bubbled out of Autumn before she could stop it. A vampire? Was that the best he could come up with? "Let me get this straight." She chuckled. "You're mentally ill, right? Vampires don't exist. I know a good doctor who can help you." And by doctor, she meant veterinarian.
By all means, she expected Pierce to be ticked off, but the smirk turned into a sardonic grin. "No Autumn, I am not mentally ill. I have been alive since 1717. I have been waiting for you for hundreds of years." By now, Autumn was clutching her sides out of laughter. She needed a good laugh, and Pierce was handing it to her. At least he was entertaining.
"Yea. A vampire!" She managed to gasp out between the waves of laughs. She tried taking deeper breaths, but she choked on them trying to subdue her laughter. Pierce stared at her, not bothered she didn't believe him. He knew this would happen. He knew she wouldn't believe him, and he was excited he would need to prove it. He craved the challenge. He knew the chase was far from over.
"Please!" Autumn gasped out. "Tell me more about who you are!"
"My father was born in 1466, and my mother was born in 1491. I have seven siblings, the youngest born in 1864."
"Is that why-" Autumn tried to steady her voice. "Is that you live in a castle that's from the fifteenth century?" Autumn closed her eyes, trying to halt her giggles.
"Partially. You don't get to live for so long without garnering allies and wealth. I have seen things you could never even imagine."
Autumn opened her eyes, wiping the moisture away from the corners of her eyes. "Thanks. I haven't laughed so hard in ages." Autumn stood up straight, her eyes finding her food. She was still hungry.
"But if you don't mind, it's time for me to eat. Real food. Human food. Not blood." Autumn smirked, finding what she said funny.
"I'm not joking."
"Yeah ok, whatever you say." Autumn replied breezily, not bothering to glance in his direction. She sat down behind her TV tray, making herself comfortable. She took a sip of her wine, turning to face Pierce.
"So are you going to…" She trailed off, finding herself once again alone.
Did I just hallucinate?
Pierce relished the cold air on his skin. He felt like he was being burned alive, his gut was twisting and he felt hot desire bubbling beneath his skin. Autumn didn't believe him. That didn't bother him. He rather enjoyed her denial. No, what really got to him was watching her laugh so carelessly. The light emanating from her was almost blinding for him – it enveloped him the same way their special night did. It slowed his heartbeat, eased his mind and gave him rose-tinted glasses.
It was all he could do not to ravish her right on the spot.
The fact that he was the reason for her laughter elated him. He knew he would provide such a reaction, but experiencing it made it just that much better.
His heart was thudding in his chest, threatening to tear him in two. Before he could help himself, he found himself at Autumn's front door again, fighting himself on whether to go in or not.
Autumn dried her last dish and opened her cupboard to place it away. As she reached with the plate to put it in its final spot, she paused. Something was different, but she couldn't place what it was. She felt as if she weren't alone, but she knew she was. She scrunched her eyebrows, gently placing her plate on top of the others, closing the cupboard after.
She walked towards her front door, ensuring the bolt lock and chain were securely in place. She quietly looked through the peephole, her heart thudding nervously. She inhaled slowly when she found her front step empty.
"Silly me. Always thinking he's around." Autumn shook her head, letting out a shaky breath.
She turned around and walked right into Pierce. Her head snapped up, her eyes wide. Without a chance to respond, he grabbed her arm and dragged her to her bed. Autumn stumbled along, trying to keep up and formulate any kind of response.
"So you think my kind don't exist, huh? You think your petty locks will protect you from me?"
"I, I just, I, I-" Before she could comprehend his questions, she was flung onto the bed. Before she could gather herself, she found herself in his lap, her bum in the air, as if she were a little girl about to be spanked.
"Oh Autumn, it's a little disappointing you can't even give me a moment's thought to contemplate my existence. It's also exciting you are giving me this chance to explore your fantasies."
"Hey wait, this isn't right, you can't just toss-" A hard smack landed on Autumn's jean-clad bum. It shocked Autumn silent, but stirred desire within her. She wasn't sure what to do.
"I can do whatever I want with you." He spoke lowly, massaging the spot he spanked. "Right now, I'm thinking you're over dressed for the occasion." Pierce's hand slinked to Autumn's front, quickly unfastening her jean button and zipper. He slid them past Autumn's bum to her ankles, and finally off her person. Autumn was wearing a pastel pink thong, exposing her rounded cheeks to Pierce. He rubbed them slowly, excited to turn them red.
"Whatever you want from me!? Are you out of your mind!? Do y-" Pierce, once again, slapped Autumn's right cheek, effectively shutting her up. "Don't think for a second you're in control here." Slap. "I know what you really want, Autumn." Slap. "You're just in denial about my kind. I know you crave my touch." Slap. "I know how wet you get when you think of me." His voice was low, and his index and middle fingers slid to Autumn's panty-clad entrance. Autumn inhaled sharply, emitting a small mew before she could help herself. Pierce grinned, basking in his glory. He peeled Autumn's underwear off of her, hearing her whimper and breathe heavily at his task.
He raised her underwear to her face and breathed in. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him inhale and quivered in her position. "You smell so good, Autumn." He said huskily, eyes glazing over. He dropped her underwear after taking another whiff, looking back at his female. Her eyes were misted over and her face was laced with desire. He felt himself straining against his pants and he took great pleasure in knowing he was fulfilling her secret desires. She might not have been a virgin, but she definitely did not know pleasure like this.
His hand went back to massaging her cheeks, occasionally flitting around her entrance and clitoris. Her breaths were coming in short little gasps every time he would pass her vagina in any way. "Tell me Autumn," he began. "What is it that you find so farfetched about me being a vampire?" She wanted pleasure and pain, and he would be the one to bring it. When she didn't answer, Pierce growled and gave a warning spank on her left cheek. She squeaked in response, unsuspecting of such treatment. "I asked a question and I expect an answer."
"Vah…Vampires d-don't exis-st…" She managed to huff out. Autumn couldn't focus on anything. She felt a pulse in her core and it was growing every time Pierce was skimming over her sensitive nub. How did Pierce know about her dark desires?
Another slap shocked Autumn out of her thoughts. "I assure you, we very much do exist, love." He squeezed her cheek tightly, the warmth of his palm adding to the existing heat from his slap. Autumn inhaled slowly, holding her breath for a few seconds, then exhaling. If she were to get out of this, she needed to clear her mind.
"You haven't given me proof that your 'kind' exists. Any old schmuck could break into my home. On top of that, you aren't the kind of schmuck I'd want as my mate, if such a thing exists." She turned her head and looked defiantly at Pierce. She placed one hand on Pierce's calf, and the other on her bedframe to give her better leverage.
Pierce looked shocked for a split second, quickly changing to outrage. How dare she doubt our union! He all but screamed to himself. With his right hand, he swiped her arms supporting her down, and she fell back to her previous position with all but a surprised 'hey' sounding from her lips. With that, his left hand made quick little slaps from one cheek to the other, each more painful than the last.
"No proof huh? You think I'm a fucking joke? I fucking claimed you, I took you to my castle, you saw my siblings, and if you weren't being such a stuck-up bitch you would've met my parents. I fucking claimed you. You remember that night Autumn?" Slap. Slap. Slap. "I fucking do. You begged me to take it. What was it you said again?" Autumn's eyes glazed over as she thought of that night. "'Please I can't take much more of this. Please I need you.' Followed by a few more pleases? Does that ring a bell, Autumn?" Slap. Slap. Slap. "Remember when you fucking accepted me as your mate? Because I fucking do." Pierce was livid. She could pretend vampires didn't exist, but to ignore the blatant connection they had was out of the question. Now that they had consummated their bond, she couldn't reject him. Say what she will, but the deed was done. "There is no where that you can go to hide from me. I'm a part of you. I can feel you every where, you dirty little slut." He gave a one more slap to her right cheek, harder than the previous slaps. Autumn moaned, her mind incredibly foggy. All she could think of was the night they had sex, and how incredibly turned on she currently was. He called her a bitch and a slut, and yet instead of coming out with claws, Autumn felt moisture dripping from her womanhood.
Pierce's hand massaged her entrance, feeling it puffier than normal. He knew he must've occasionally slapped her vagina as well, and he was sure the swell wasn't just from her excitement. "Say it Autumn." He murmured lowly. "Say it and I'll give you what you want." His right hand slowly slid into her shirt and under her bra, grasping a breast and kneading it slowly. He tugged on a nipple lightly, going back and forth from massaging her breast to tugging on her nipple. The callousness of his hand was only adding to the haze, enveloping her and make her submit even further. "I.." She breathed out. Speaking was a struggle in her state. To aid her, Pierce's left hand slipped to the front, massing her most sensitive spot slowly. Not enough to give her release, but enough to keep teasing her. "You.." He encouraged. "I-I'm yours." She scrunched her eyes up when he flicked her nub appreciatively for what she said. "Keep going. That's not enough." Autumn could hardly breath or hear him; her heartbeat was thudding in her ears. "Say it Autumn."
"I…I'm a dirty slut." She breathed in heavily. "Please, give me relief." She cried quietly. His fingers increased their tempo on her nub.
"More."
"Pierce please. I can't…" She scrunched her eyes up further, her face distorted with pleasure.
"Tell me who you are to me."
"I'm your mate."
"And who am I to you?"
"You are my mate."
"More."
"You are a part of me."
"Where can you go to hide from me?"
"There is no where I can go to escape from you." With that, Pierce pinched her nub, twisting it lightly, sending Autumn careening off the edge of sanity. Her body convulsed in his lap, but even then, he could feel she wanted more. She needed him, whether she was aware or not.
He pet her bum as she came, her moans only adding fuel to his fire. How dare she claim he wasn't her mate! He knew exactly how to prove her wrong.
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed, careful to keep the fog in her mind present. He unzipped his pants, unsheathing just the tool to conquer her at that moment. Pinning her down with his body, he wasted no time in sliding into her, relishing her cry of surprise. She was still tender from her mind-blowing orgasm, and he was only adding to the existing pressure of the next one building.
"P-Pierce…w-what are you d-doing to me-e…" She muttered, her eyes closed in bliss. He growled atop of her, placing each ankle on his shoulders so she would be completely at his mercy. Grabbing the back of her thighs he started plunging roughly into her, slamming down so his balls would slap her already sore bum.
"I'm showing you that you are mine. Don't you ever fucking doubt that I'm your mate. I know all your secrets. I know all your desires, and I know how you want to be handled in every state you could possibly be in. And now? You want to be manhandled like the little whore you are." Autumn let out a groan of pure wantonness. She had no control, and that was exactly what she wished for at that moment.
His right hand slid from her thigh, up her body and squeezed her left breast almost too hard. It traveled up to her throat, where he started to choke her. Autumn instantly groaned, unable to control herself. One of her deepest desires was to be choked during sex in the exact position she was in, and with his grasp on her neck, it gave way to her second mind blowing orgasm. Pierce plowed on through her orgasm, heightening it through every stroke he took. "Tell me who you belong to." He growled.
"You." She cried out. "I belong to you. Only you. Please, don't stop, please please…" With a final thrust, he slammed into her, giving her all of his seed. She milked him greedily. The sensation of their orgasms mixing claimed their minds, and with it, Pierce's eyes turned black and he sunk his fangs into her neck.
A/N: Thanks to all who read!