Stocking Stuffer: Christmas for Eve Page 2

  Did she really think Steven was a vampire? Puh-leeze. Vampires weren’t real. He kept strange hours because he wrote mostly at night. Granted, he was never in the bed when she awoke, but he always left a note with a flower. He was very kind, very sweet. She had no right thinking he was anything other than a gorgeous, talented writer.

  Poop on bad thoughts. Tonight she would spend a wonderful evening with a wonderful man. For once, she’d looked forward to Christmas. And this year, she had let herself feel the magic of the season instead of holding it at bay. Being alone during the holidays sucked royally. But when you had someone next to you, someone you loved, Christmas meant so much more. Forget the cheap cards, crass decorations, and cheesy gifts. As long as she had Steven, she’d consider herself gifted with the best present of all.

  Sighing happily, she realized that living with a rich man who had a loyal housekeeping staff meant that she had a whole lot of nothing to do. With Steven away for the day, she decided to bake sugar cookies, finish wrapping presents, and enjoy the slew of holiday movies sure to be on every television channel.

  At noon, Milton and the rest of the staff went off to their own celebrations. Eve didn’t mind puttering around the house alone. In fact, she enjoyed the quiet and the serenity of the empty house.

  The rest of the afternoon flew by. Sated by eating a few too many of her own frosted snowman cookies, Eve went upstairs to the bedroom and tucked herself into the huge bed. She turned on the flat-panel TV that hung on the opposite wall and drowsed as she listened to the dialogue of It’s A Wonderful Life.

  Soon, she fell asleep…

  Eve awoke to find herself in a very dark room. She stood in a circle of candles, her feet together. The darkness outside of the circle was all encompassing. She’d rather be near light than venture into the dark and into possible danger. Behind her back, her hands were tied. And she was completely naked. Something about the situation seemed familiar… oh God.

  Derina awaited the carnal punishment of her vampire lovers.

  Just then, Eve saw the outlines of two men. One at a time, they stepped into the circle. Both were drool-inducing naked. Oh, shit. I’m in serious trouble.

  “Steven?”

  “Who is Steven?” asked the gorgeous, tiger-eyed man who could easily be her lover’s twin. He had a German accent. “Is there someone we must kill in order to have you, liebling?”

  “N-no.” Her gaze flitted to the second man. Though he was just as tall and well-built as Steven, he had black hair and dark-as-sin eyes. “Who are you?”

  “Is your memory so short?” asked the dark-haired man. He sounded Scottish.

  “This is a dream,” said Eve, half-believing it.

  “Believe what you wish,” said Steven. “You know that I am Warick.”

  “And that I am Robert.” Robert traced her jaw with his forefinger. “We will make love to you, our bonny lass.”

  “But first, we must punish you.” Steven… no, Warick… held out his hand. In it, out of thin air, appeared a flogger.

  Eve stared at the multitude of black leather strands then at the strong, pale hand that clenched the handle. Her heart leapt in her chest. Though she and Steven had played with light bondage and hand spankings, she had never ventured too far into BDSM. She always figured herself for a vanilla girl, though she had suspected Steven enjoyed playing in that dark realm.

  “Please, don’t. I’m not… I never…” She heaved a breath. “I’m not into pain.”

  Warick snapped the flogger at her. The snaky ends brushed her breasts and she flinched. “On your knees, Derina.”

  Robert pressed on her shoulders. “Take your punishment so that you may earn your pleasure.”

  “No. Please.” Tears gathered in her eyes as she knelt on the floor. What kind of fucked-up dream was this? Since when had she fantasized about being whipped? Not even getting flogged by two handsome fictional men in a damned dream was enough to allay her fears. Wake up, Eve. C’mon. Wake up!

  While Robert dropped to his knees in front of her, Warick positioned himself behind her. “Lift your ass.”

  She did as he said, offering her pert rear end to him, though she dreaded the flogger’s sting. Instead, she felt the skittering of the leather straps across her buttocks. The soft bands trailed up her spine then down again.

  Robert leaned forward and drew one of her nipples into his mouth. The minute he suckled the peak, she felt pain streak her ass as the flogger slapped her tender flesh. To her shock, her pussy grew wet and swollen.

  As Robert cupped her breasts, fondling her nipples gently, Warick applied the flogger to her ass. Each smack sent pain and longing ricocheting straight to her pussy.

  Her arms ached and her wrists throbbed. Her knees protested the marble floor. Yet, her every sense awakened… to the gentle lap of Robert’s tongue on her breast and the stinging slap of Warick’s flogger on her ass. She reacted to all the sensations as both men assaulted her -- one with sweet, the other with fire.

  Pain.

  Pleasure.

  She absorbed both with equal fervor.

  “She’s ready,” said Robert. “Goddess, she’s beautiful.” He stood up and stepped close. His long, thick cock hovered near her lips. She wanted to feel him move inside her pussy, but she would gladly taste him, too.

  As if he heard her thoughts, he brushed the tip of his cock against her lips. She swirled her tongue around the head, then sucked it into her mouth. She tasted his maleness, and enjoyed the feel of his warm cock sliding between her lips.

  “Oh, Derina. Yes, lass. Yes.” His hands covered her head and he bent his knees. Slowly, he pushed his cock into her mouth and pumped his hips. His pants and moans were low and harsh as she took his cock again and again.

  Writhing in the heat flooding through her, she licked and sucked and took every thrust.

  To her disappointment, Robert pulled out of her mouth, breathing harshly. “Not yet. All of us. Together.” He leaned down and helped her to stand. Her legs tingled and felt like wet noodles. Her ass throbbed. It felt raw and tender.

  She felt the steel warmth of Warick’s body as he pressed against her, his penis fitting between her sore buttocks. “You are beautiful, Derina. So beautiful.” He lifted her hair and feathered kisses on her neck.

  Warick’s hands drifted down to her thighs, trailing up her ribs oh-so-slowly until his big, pale hands cupped her breasts. A moan escaped as he kneaded the mounds. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples taut and deliciously achy.

  Robert pressed forward, his swollen cock rubbing against her pussy.

  Her cunt throbbed, her clit tight with pleasure, streamers of bliss threatening. As Robert bent his legs and maneuvered his cock into her pussy, she felt Warick’s finger pierce her anus. “Your ass turns me on,” he whispered. “I can’t wait to fuck it.”

  Already at the edge of orgasm, her knees buckled, but Robert held her up. As Warick continued to stretch her ass to accommodate his cock, Robert fitted himself inside her. His cock was hard and thick and filled her completely. She savored the feeling of him penetrating her. God, she wanted to be fucked and fucked hard. She licked her lips, staring at him, hungry for the touches of both men.

  A moment later, she felt the cold squirt of lubricant fill her ass. Then the tip of Warick’s penis slid between her buttocks. Slowly he inched his cock into her burning ass. Robert held her steady, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings.

  Finally, Warick was sheathed all the way inside. They stood together and allowed her to adjust to the dual penetration. Holy God. She felt so full, she was sure she’d split in two.

  Slowly, Robert began to move and soon, Warick caught his rhythm. Within moments, she was being thoroughly fucked by two handsome men.

  The overload of sensations brought her to a blinding orgasm. She came hard on Robert’s cock, nearly breathless from the shuddering climax.

  Still, the men didn’t stop.

  The rubbing on her sensitized clit and the pounding in bot
h ass and pussy revved her up again.

  “Oh, God! Yes! Fuck me,” she cried.

  As another orgasm rolled over her, Robert clenched her hips and thrust deeply. He groaned, his face tight, and cried, “Oh, God. I’m coming. I’m going to fill up your sweet pussy with my come.”

  As Robert’s come jetted into her slick cunt, Warick shoved his cock deeply inside her. She felt the hot spurt of his come fill her throbbing, raw ass.

  God, God, oh God. She had never felt so incredible. She was sure her body would protest every lustful violation, but for now… for now, she was well-loved and so very satisfied. If not for the two men holding her up, Eve would’ve fallen to the floor. “I love you,” she said. “I love you both.”

  “And that,” whispered Warick in her ear, “is the problem.”

  Eve awoke with her body afire and her pussy dripping. She tucked her hand inside her sweats and stroked her agitated clit. Wow, oh wow. She’d dreamed about Swelter. Set in 1892, the erotica followed the adventures of the vampire Warick and his mortal lover, Derina. Along the way, they fell in love with another vampire, Robert. Though the carnal punishment was her favorite scene, she had never fantasized about it so vividly. Almost as if it really happened…

  Thinking again about the way Warick and Robert had taken her body, she brought herself to a shuddering orgasm.

  “Naughty girl,” whispered a seductive voice. “That’s my job. I should punish you for playing alone.”

  “You inspired the orgasm,” she responded as Steven helped her off with her clothes. She was delighted to note that he was already naked. “But I’m open to another one.”

  “Hmm.” He leaned down and captured a nipple, sucking it into hardness then gently biting it. She gasped at the sting of pain. Her pussy bloomed with juice, which trickled down her thighs. He captured her other nipple and repeated the torture. She moaned. God, she loved it when he played with her breasts.

  “Sit up, get on your knees and face the headboard.”

  Responding to his commanding tone, she did exactly as he asked. She heard him rattling around in the deep drawer of the bedside table. Steven got behind her, kneeling too. His hands cupped her breasts. Then his thumbs and forefingers squeezed her nipples.

  “Oh!” She sucked in a breath and closed her eyes. She knew better than to demand more from Steven. He would make her wait longer or deliciously torment her body until she begged for release. She was in no mood to wait. She was too greedy for him and what he could give her.

  Steven twisted both of her tender peaks until she felt them pulse in exquisite pain.

  “This is only one of your Christmas presents,” he said as he looped a plastic noose around one tortured peak. He tightened it; then he did the same to her other nipple. Now, her breasts were chained in gold. They throbbed madly; sending frenzied thrills straight to her cunt. She looked down and saw a third chain hanging off the middle. On its end was a hook. Before she could wonder about its purpose, Steven tossed the pillows away from the front of the bed.

  “Move forward until you’re close to the wall.” She did as he demanded. He hooked the end to a thin metal loop on the intricate headboard. “You can control your pleasure now. The harder you pull, the tighter the nooses.”

  She tested this theory. The cruciation of her nipples rocketed pleasure-pain through her. Weak with lust, she wanted nothing more than to be fucked, and fucked hard.

  “What do you want?” he asked, his breath fluttering the hair near her ear. “Tell me.”

  “Your cock,” she admitted. “I want you to fuck me.”

  “As you wish, darling.”

  Eve was breathing hard, trying to get air into her lungs. She was so turned on, she shuddered with need and her pussy dripped with cream. She looked down and gauged the length of the chain.

  “It’s going to hurt,” he said. “But you can handle the pain, Eve. And you can handle the pleasure.”

  “Yes, Steven.” She knew full well that she merely had to ask him to stop and he would. Steven only wanted her enjoyment and everything he did was toward that aim. Slowly, she backed up. The nooses pulled taut and pain streaked her breasts. Sucking in a sharp breath, she lowered her hands to the bed.

  “More,” said Steven. “Just a little more.”

  Slightly dizzy, she scooted back another inch. Her reward was immediate. Steven slipped behind her and guided his cock into her aching pussy. “What a good girl, you are, Eve. You bring me so much joy.”

  Eve closed her eyes as Steven’s cock slid in and out of her pussy. Her nipples were tormented nearly to the limit, which made them receptive to every movement. As Steven thrust inside her, the rocking motions brought her relief, then pain, relief then pain… she felt only the incredible sensations… then it was as though she floated upward.

  “Come for me,” said Steven. He switched his angle of entry, bumping her g-spot.

  “Steven! Oh God! Oh yes!” She flew over the edge, as wave after wave of bliss overtook her. The orgasm rolled over into another and as she rode the second crest, she heard Steven’s cry of release. As his come shot into her well-loved pussy, she felt his hand glide over her hip and onto her clit.

  The third orgasm nearly made her pass out.

  Later, when Steven released her from the chains and soothed her tormented breasts with kisses and a special herbal cream, she knew, without a doubt, she was in love with him. She felt so wonderful that she didn’t mind that he’d tucked her into bed for another nap. Soon, they would celebrate Christmas Eve. She couldn’t wait. Her thoughts drifting, she easily returned to the arms of Morpheus.

  “I will free you,” she said, frantic. Her heart thundered in her chest as she cut through the ropes that tied them to the chairs. “I must stay here and distract him.”

  “No!” Warick took the dagger. “You will come with me.”

  “He’s no mere mortal,” she said, tears in her eyes. “He’s older than you, stronger than you. And he will hurt you. He wants me… and I will give him what he wants. You will find shelter from him and from the sun.”

  Warick gathered her into their arms. “I will return for you, Derina.”

  “Yes. I know.” Derina brought Warick’s face to hers for a tender kiss. “Let me save you. Just this once, my love. You’ll come for me tonight. I love you.”

  Eve bolted awake, her heart hammering. The television droned, its flickering images barely penetrating the darkness around her. She realized that someone sat in the wingback a few feet away from the bed. Steven. “My dream… That wasn’t in the book,” she whispered. “Robert would never hurt Derina.”

  “But he did. Robert’s jealousy robbed them of happiness.”

  “You’re scaring me.” She swallowed heavily. Her lover radiated an intensity that did, indeed, frighten her. “Are you saying Derina was real?”

  “It’s Christmas Eve,” he said softly. “That’s the day I lost her. You’ve known, haven’t you? You’ve known all along what I am -- and who you are.”

  “No.” She scooted to the end of the bed, grabbing a pillow as if it would serve as a shield. “You’re just a writer. A very eccentric writer.”

  “I tell stories for a living. You’d be surprised how many are true.” He sighed. “You said that you love me. Is that still true?”

  Eve hesitated. Even though his pensive mood was upsetting her, she couldn’t deny her feelings. “Yes. I love you.”

  “I’m so glad, Eve. Please, let me tell you the rest of the story.” He moved from the chair to the bed, and she saw that he had donned a robe. He was careful to keep the distance between them. “In the year 1800, I immigrated to the United States from Germany. My family had been killed years earlier in a raid on our village, but I escaped. I wandered around the country until I earned enough money to get passage to America.”

  “That’s the background of Warick.” Eve wanted to believe Steven, she did, but what he was uttering as fact, she had known only as fiction. Did he believe what he’d created to b
e real?

  “It is my background. I was made a vampire soon after arriving in New York. The one who made me disappeared. I haven’t seen him since. After two hundred years of living in the U.S., I lost the accent. There aren’t as many of us as you might think. We don’t usually hang out with others of our kind.

  “Eighty-eight years later, I met Derina. She loved me, but she was a Christian. She believed that she would give up her soul and lose her place in heaven if she became a vampire.”

  Eve blinked, fascinated by Steven’s tale. Even if he was crazy, worst scenario, or yanking her chain, best scenario, she was compelled to hear the rest of his… er, confession. “Derina was a Christian? Yeah, right. How much of that book did you make up?”

  “Not as much as you might think. Most of her background is correct. She was young, rich, and recently widowed. We fell madly in love and after her year of mourning was concluded, I married her. And because she was a submissive, she felt it acceptable to do anything her husband and master asked. So, when she met Robert and I saw that she wanted him… I brought him into our bed.

  “After a while, Robert wanted her only for himself. He captured me to bait the trap. She swooped in to save me and I let her. I was weak from torture and blood-letting. I had to go to ground to heal and regain my strength. I knew I could return the next night, on Christmas Eve, and save her. I thought that would be a romantic gesture. I would rescue my wife on the holiday she treasured most. But I was wrong.”

  “W-what happened?”

  “Robert drained her and turned her. When she realized what he’d done, that she’d lost her soul, she escaped into the dawn. She committed suicide because she had nothing to lose in the afterlife -- and she refused to live as a vampire.”

  “Even though Robert’s jealousy and possession had blinded him, he really did love Derina. He followed her into the sunrise. Maybe he hoped to be with her in the afterlife. If there is a hell, though, I hope that’s where he is. He didn’t deserve her.” He sighed again. “I wrote Swelter as a way to remember the good times we had together. Swelter, Too was mostly fiction -- perhaps my own longing for the way things might’ve been had we’d lived happily. But then… I found you, Eve.”