15 comments/ 32760 views/ 26 favorites Another Night to Remember By: lyricalcandy Davinci tossed and turned as much as the wooden box would allow. His thoughts were consumed by Lyric. In a fog between asleep and awake he relived every detail of the night; her black dress, the satin lingerie, her exquisitely soft skin, the distinct smell of her sex. Never in his 170 years of being a vampire had he met someone like her. She was The One. Lyric had intoxicated him from the moment he met her. The magnetism between them was incredible. Her desire for him, even after he revealed his dark secret, was unbelievable. She aroused him like no woman ever had and that arousal had him writhing about his limited space. Hours after the end of their encounter, she still stimulated his mind and his loins. The vampire found himself fully awake, with a conspicuous erection and lingering thoughts of Lyric. Without thinking, he began stroking his hardened member; something he hadn't done in over a century. There was no need to masturbate when he could get whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it. Yet there he was, unable to sleep and incapable of escaping the thought of her. He stroked with increasing speed, recalling the taste of her warm fluids; that of her blood and the nectar of her womanhood. Closing his eyes, he saw the image of her taking him in her mouth as she looked up at him with those innocent eyes full of determination and desire. He spilled his seed, disappointed that she wasn't there to receive it but satiated enough to finally drift back into sleep. He rested for a few hours, but soon Davinci was awake yet again, with no hope of further slumber. He opened the lid to the wooden chest and climbed out. This was an awkward task in the daylight hours when he was stripped of all supernatural powers. He paced every inch of the darkened basement, trying to escape the thought of Lyric, but there was no escape. He kept recalling the questions that raced through her mind in the last moments of their encounter, the questions he refused to answer. "What is The One?" "What is this book?" "What do I have to do to be with you?" "Why do I have to go?" He desperately wanted her to be his bride and share his future but it had to be her decision. Davinci could not bear to deceive her, or force his will upon her. Many vampires did just that, using their mental capabilities to mold women to their will. Even he had been guilty of it on occasion, gently nudging the psyche of a woman until she believed that she wanted nothing more than to be filled with his seed. However, he only did this in order to secure a night's meal, and considered it a crime to force an innocent into immortality. Years later, when the euphoria was gone, these unfortunate creatures became bitter and jaded at being cheated out of their humanity...like him. Still, he thought, he hadn't handled the situation well. The book he had given her was written in Latin, a language he knew she did not speak. The illustrations would provide her with some answers but not enough to make an educated decision. In vain, he wished that he could read her thoughts at that moment. Davinci knew this was impossible, at least until sunset. It occurred to him that this was the perfect time to go to her, while he was weaker than the average mortal. He could speak to her without reading her mind, without bending her will. He decided to do just that, and prepared himself for the sunlight. He took a cool shower, hoping to calm his heated thoughts. After he dried off, he applied sunscreen before looking for something to wear. He found a long sleeve white cotton shirt and some light colored khaki pants. The light colors would reflect some of the sunlight, making his daylight journey a bit more bearable. The ensemble served its purpose, covering as much flesh as possible while still being light enough to keep him cool. He put on a white hat and a pair of silver shades, along with the silver crucifix the vampire sometimes wore as a private joke. He went upstairs, immediately squinting at the light that flooded in from the windows. It had been few years since he had bothered to deal with daylight, but Lyric was worth it. He stepped in front of the mirror and was satisfied that he looked fairly normal, albeit somewhat pale. He went out to the garage and immediately thought of the kiss they had shared there. He stepped into the car and inhaled the lingering aroma of her arousal; remembering how her bare flesh undulated against the leather seat as she stroked herself and moaned so musically. When he arrived at Lyric's house, her youngest sister answered the doorbell. Thankfully, the eight year old child remembered the man who had brought roses the night before and did not hesitate to let him in. She told him that Lyric was in her room reading, and then she returned to her video games. The vampire was relieved that her room was in the basement, both because it gave them a bit of privacy and because it took him out of the direct sunlight that had already drained him. She was an adorable sight. She had fallen asleep curled up on her bed with the Latin text in one hand and her arm draped over an open Latin-English Dictionary. He sat on the bed beside her and her eyes fluttered open. Davinci couldn't resist leaning over and kissing her soft lips. Even in his weakened state, he could feel the magnetism between them. "Davinci? What are you doing here? What time is it?" she asked, looking up at him with a confused and sleepy gaze. "Sweetness, I can't get you out of my mind long enough to sleep" he replied. "So I guess the thing about the sun is a myth too," she said. She sat up and drew close to him, warming him with her angelic smile as she said, "You smell like coconut." "It's sunscreen Lyric, and the thing about the sun isn't completely myth. Sunlight will not kill a vampire, but it is draining. We are weakened during the daylight hours. Right now I don't have any supernatural powers," I explained, "In fact; I'm rather weak even by human standards. You could probably beat me in an arm wrestling match." She gave him a mischievous look and asked, "Wanna wrestle?" Before he could answer she had pounced. There was a brief struggle until suddenly the vampire found himself pinned. His ego was bruised, but otherwise he was fine. More than fine, he was stimulated; by the depth of her brown eyes, by the subtle sway of her breasts as she loomed over him, and by the fact that in their current position had there not been clothes in the way she would no longer be a virgin. She smiled down at him in a less than innocent way and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips were sweet and her body melted against his, but she kept him pinned beneath her, powerless and at her mercy. "This isn't fair you know" Davinci said playfully, "How long do you plan on torturing me like this?" "Torture?" She asked, "You don't look very tortured to me. In fact," she muttered as she grinded against him "it feels to me like you're having a very good time" Indeed, he did feel very good at that moment, as her body glided over his like silk. Davinci gave up his struggle and surrendered to her and she rewarded him with another kiss. Letting go was an almost blissful feeling. He was not a monster. He was not supernatural at all. He was just a man, under the spell of a beautiful woman. He was defenseless in a way he hadn't been since before he became a vampire. But this was different. Then had been bitter enslavement but with Lyric he was a victim of enchantment and it was exquisite. At that moment, he knew that she was indeed The One with whom he would spend the rest of eternity. "Besides," she whispered, glancing at the Latin text that had been brushed aside during our little bout, "Eventually, you will get your payback and more". She let him go, and lay down beside him, finally revealing a small amount of fear. They held each other and talked. They discussed the ritual that she would undergo; the one outlined in the text he had given her. Davinci marveled at her intelligence because he hadn't expected her to understand so much as quickly as she did. She knew that the ritual was an extreme act of submission in which she gave herself to him. It was more than the mere process of becoming a vampire, it was an immortal marriage. She knew that the ritual was intense, and she seemed ready to face anything for him. Her love was humbling, he was in awe. He looked into her eyes and saw that she loved him... no psychological prodding, no supernatural forces; just pure human love: the kind that could withstand forever. Ever full of surprises, Lyric got up from the bed and locked her door. As Davinci formed his lips to ask her what she was doing she removed her shirt. Drained though he was, his body responded with a rush of adrenaline, and a rush of blood to a certain place below the belt. It was his turn to pounce, and he pinned her beneath him. In the vampire's weakened state she was stronger than him, but Davinci still had a weight advantage and he used that leverage to keep her subdued. He rested his full weight on her abdomen, and she was unable to squirm away. Her attempts at escape were lackluster anyway, and he suspected she enjoyed being his captive. He pinned her arms above her head in retaliation for her actions a few minutes before and feathered her with kisses on her lips, her neck, her nipples. Remembering her response the night before, he teased her nipples mercilessly with light kisses, licks and nibbles. She whined and moaned in protest until finally he paused and smiled down at her. "You have no idea, Lyric, the things I would do to you right now if I didn't need you to stay a virgin just a little while longer!" He looked down at her bare, large, voluptuous breasts and had an idea. He let go of her arms, but she was too intrigued to struggle as he undid his pants revealing his arousal. She opened her mouth in expectation, but it was not her mouth Davinci was interested in. He cupped a tit in each hand and kneaded her flesh together. Slowly at first he slid into the valley he had created and as her flesh enveloped him, he picked up speed. All of her teasing had him on edge and in his weakened state he lacked his usual self control. He found himself fucking her tits at fever pace, squeezing and pinching her nipples as he did. She was no less wanton than him. Her tongue snaked out hungrily to lick his head each time it peeked out from between her breasts. With one hand she absently began to pleasure herself, the other clamped over his mouth in an attempt to keep him quiet lest someone hear them. Soon he reached the point of no return and exploded all over her. She smiled at him lustfully and began to spread the cum over her chest and stomach as if it were lotion. That act itself was so erotic that he would have pounced on her again had he not been exhausted. "You know" she said, putting her shirt back on "We should both get some rest. We've got a big night ahead of us. I just thought I'd give myself a reason to think about you until tonight." "This woman is amazing!" he thought. As much as he wanted to make her scream ... they both needed rest, and in addition, she had preparations to make. Davinci rearranged his clothes and got ready to leave. She smiled, kissed him playfully on the cheek and said "See you later coconut boy!" When he got back home it was about 3 in the afternoon. Being thoroughly exhausted, he went straight to basement, into his coffin to sleep for the rest of the daylight hours...dreaming of the night to come. Lyric on the other hand could not rest. Every nerve in her body was awake and screaming for his touch... but he needed to rest and she had preparations to make. She reached for the book that was still on the bed with the intention of studying for a while longer even though it was hard to focus. She was intrigued, excited and afraid, but more than anything she was determined. ~The Shopping Trip~ After she was satisfied that she understood what she needed to do she decided to get up and make her preparations. She needed the proper attire based on what she had seen in the illustration. She also had to acquire the tools used in the ritual as well. That was the first test of loyalty and will, providing the instruments of her own torture. She thought about taking a shower and changing before she went out but she decided against it. "Just to remind myself of how much I want this" she thought. If she had any doubts, her wet panties and the smell of him clinging to her would serve as reassurance. It was a reassurance that she would need often during her shopping trip. She did some research and found an adult store that carried all the supplies she would need. (She didn't think she would have the nerve to go from store to store.) She had a cab drop her off in the area and told him to have the company send another cab for her around sunset. Once inside the shop, with some measure of shyness, she first had herself measured and inquired about purchasing a corset. Despite Lyric's very obvious embarrassment, the pretty young woman in the store was very helpful. She was fair skinned with golden brown hair whose features hinted at the fact that she was mixed. She took the appropriate measurements and asked Lyric if there was any particular style she was looking for. Blushing and at a loss for words, Lyric fumbled through her purse for a moment before pulling out the book and showing the woman one of its illustrations. The woman nodded knowingly and set about finding something for her. "Dammit I've got to get myself together or I'll never get this done!" she thought to herself. She inhaled deeply, thought of Davinci and exhaled, relaxing some. The saleswoman returned with an assortment of items. There was a black lace corset with a ¼ cup, a garter with a thong, and a long, sheer robe. Lyric slipped into a dressing room to try on the ensemble and smiled with pleasure at the results. The corset was tight, but it wasn't an unpleasant restriction. It gave her an hourglass figure, and forced her breasts upward and outward. The ¼ cup served simply as a shelf and concealed nothing she realized as her nipples hardened from the cool breeze of the air conditioning. With the corset drawing her waist inward, her hips and ass became that much more prominent, and were aptly displayed by the garter and thong. Just as the thought crossed her mind, there was a knock on the door. It was Victoria, sales woman asking if she would like stockings and high heels to complete the ensemble. "That girl is like some kind of mind reader!" she thought. Moments later, the last few items were provided. She looked in the mirror and caught a glimpse of the creature of the night she was about to become. Lyric couldn't have been more pleased. Feeling suddenly a bit bolder, perhaps even a little wanton, she invited Victoria in and asked for her opinion. "Absolutely sumptuous," the woman replied, "it looks like you have a very lucky someone at home!" She spoke with an accent Lyric couldn't quite place. "I guess you could say that" Lyric responded. She added, while she was still feeling bold, "I love this ensemble, but tell me one thing; do you have anything that's .... crotchless?" This last bit wasn't anything she had read in the book; it was her own personal touch. Without revealing all the details, Lyric explained that she would be participating in a sort of dedication ceremony ... like a wedding, but darker. Again, Victoria nodded knowingly, allowing Lyric to relax and making the rest of her shopping a lot less awkward. Next, Lyric asked for a dress. "Like a wedding dress," she said, "except I want it to be black, and very very sexy! Something I can slip on over what I'm wearing now." Victoria returned with a silky black dress. It was indecently low cut in the front, concealing only slightly more than corset did: if she bent over too much, she was in danger of her nipples spilling out, and she loved it! The dress was technically floor length, but the slits on both sides stopped just below her waist. It was perfect! Now, she thought as she slipped out of her garments, was the hard part. She had to shop for some things she wasn't sure she even wanted to see. Now naked in the dressing room, she absently fondled her breasts; shuddering at the thought of nipple clamps. She pinched her nipples, twisting them forcefully between her fingers and wondering how much worse the clamps would be. Spreading her legs, she found herself fingering her clit. She winced at the thought of a clamp there, thinking it would probably be worse than the nipple clamps. Despite her fear, when she withdrew her finger it was shining with wetness, she was incredibly turned on by it all. She slipped back into her normal clothes and stepped out of the dressing room, explaining to Victoria the other types of things she needed to shop for. Victoria led her to another section of the store and left her there to find what she needed. Lyric tried to push the fear out of her mind and get what she needed quickly. She looked over the selection of clamps, and despite every instinct in her that screamed out against it, she chose a set of Japanese Clover Clamps attached by silver chains. They appeared to have a very firm grip that increased when the chain was pulled. While she examined those, she had Victoria bring her a set of spreader bars ... similar to devices she had seen illustrated in the book. Ever helpful, Victoria presented a set of 2 adjustable bars with cuffs for the wrists and ankles. The bars were black and the set also included a silver chain that could be used for suspension. Finally came the most dreaded part of her shopping list, the real torture instruments. According to what she had read she needed a whole assortment of things ... floggers, whips, canes and paddles of various sizes. She slowly walked once around that section of the store observing their entire selection. Then she took several deep breaths, inhaling the smell of him. Once more she swallowed her fear, thinking of how badly she wanted to give herself to him. A few hours of pain ... that was all, a few hours of pain for an eternity with the one she loved. Lyric explained to Victoria that she needed things that would bite, but nothing that would tear her clothing or her flesh. Veronica told her which things to stay away from, and went to tend to other things in the store; leaving Lyric alone. After a few more deep breaths, inhaling his scent and thinking of him, she began to make her selections. First she picked out a bull whip. The braided leather seemed too thick to tear at anything, but was sure to leave a mark. Next she picked a stiff riding crop. She gave it a test swing and shuddered as it sliced through the air ... it was going to leave a mark as well. Everything was going to leave a mark! Then she got a long, thin rattan cane; as wicked as the crop, but more flexible. Next she picked 2 floggers (cat o nine tails was an inaccurate description ... there were a hell of a lot more than 9!) They were identical except one was smaller. Finally came the paddles. Like the floggers she needed a large one and a smaller one. "If I'm gonna do it, I might as well do it right," she thought as she looked over the large paddles. She selected one which bore the ominous name 'Excalibur'. The wicked device was 2 feet long, made of polished aluminum and it had holes for decreased wind resistance! She picked a smaller paddle, also silver and about the size of a hairbrush. Finally, it was over! The shopping at least ... Lyric gathered everything and took it to the register where Victoria packaged it all discretely before she paid and left the store, thanking Victoria for her helpfulness. It was nearing dusk, and her cab was waiting. She was mildly surprised to notice that it was the same gentleman who had driven her earlier in the day. Thankful for the discrete packaging, she loaded her things into the backseat, sat down in the cab and had the driver, Amar take her to Davinci. This time, after a few moments of nervous silence on her part he started up arbitrary conversation. He was a large friendly dark skinned man with strong African features and locs like Davinci's. There was something about his eyes that seemed familiar, a certain intensity in his gaze that she noticed in the reflection from the rear view mirror... it was slightly unsettling, but she dismissed it as nervousness due to what the evening had in store for her. The conversation faded as she slipped into thoughts of the last few weeks, her love for Davinci outweighed the fear of what she was about to experience. Another Night to Remember Author's note: This true story is a sequel to A Night To Remember, or Forget?, which can be found among my other stories. I think you'll enjoy it more if you read them in order, but this one stands alone pretty well. I am very grateful to my good friend who shared part of her life with me. * I must have passed out from the orgasm. It was thunderous and shook me to my very core, apparently rendering me unconscious for quite some time. As I awoke, our bedroom was still very dark. The clock on the nightstand told me it was a few minutes after four. Snoring away next to me was my husband Ben, the man who had given me the orgasm by licking my pussy over and over before finally taking my clit between his teeth and sending me tumbling off the cliff. But as I thought back on the night's events, I knew that Ben was not solely responsible for my incredible climax. It had been building all evening while Ben and I attended a party at Mike and Terri's, who lived just down the street from us. Mike and Ben were both police officers working out of the same precinct. They were also friends. In the stillness of the bedroom I remembered how Mike had danced with me and "felt me up" crudely at the party. But I also remembered how aroused I'd been by the feel of his huge cock snaking along my belly as he pulled me to him. And I felt my face flush again as I thought about how a half dozen or more other cops at the party had touched me intimately as I danced with them. You see, Mike had told them that I would be willing. But the only reason I was willing was that Mike threatened to tell all the guys in the precinct about the affair Ben had had with a young nurse after spending time in the hospital following a major car accident. I was both shamed and aroused by the unwanted attention. But my humiliation was complete when Mike drove my drunken husband and me home, then forced himself on me right there in my own living room with Ben passed out not five feet away. But despite my anger and humiliation, my body responded to his touch, to his incredible cock. It was far bigger than any I had ever seen before and certainly much larger than Ben's. The fact that I had a tremendous orgasm as he took me there on the couch, made me feel like a total slut. But then, in the early morning hours when Ben finally came to and came to our bedroom, my humiliation was complete. Over my objections, Ben climbed between my legs and lapped at my cum-filled pussy until I came again . . . came so hard that I passed out. Now, here I lay, sticky with cum, sore from being fucked so aggressively by Mike's huge cock, and guilt-ridden because I had allowed my husband to unknowingly taste another man's spunk from my pussy. The tears began to roll down my cheeks as I lay there silently in the dark, wondering how in the world my life could be any worse than it was right at that moment. I tried in vain for a couple more hours to fall back asleep. But when I saw the numbers on the digital clock flash over to 6:00 a.m., I thought I might as well get up. Ben was not far behind me, staggering out of bed about 6:30 because he had to work an early shift. Of course, he was terribly hung-over, having drunk so much the night before. I made a pot of coffee and we sat sleepily around the kitchen table drinking in silence. I couldn't bear to look at Ben, knowing what had happened last night. And I think he felt a little guilty, too, for drinking so much that he was passed out through most of the party. "How did we get home last night?" he asked, sounding almost as if he was talking to himself. His dark eyes looked dull and droopy and his close-cropped brown hair was matted on one side of his head and sticking up at an odd angle on the other. Ben was not a handsome man, but he was quite strong, packing a lot of muscle on his 5-10, 185 pound frame. "Mike drove us and helped pour you into the house." "Well, sorry about that," Ben offered, and I knew I couldn't expect any more apology than that. "Do you remember anything after we got home?" I asked, trying to find out how much he actually knew. I was so torn at that moment between my shame about what had happened and my need confess. My hands were shaking so much I could barely hold my coffee cup. I was so upset with Ben and his affair and what Mike had forced me into doing as a result. I know it makes little sense, but I felt somehow guilty. So I broke down cried and told Ben what had happened. . . . about all the men at the party . . . about Mike fucking me right there in our own living room. "And I just allowed it to happen," I said between sobs, "to try and keep everyone from knowing you fucked that nurse!" By the time I finished I was screaming at him. Ben went very quiet as I told him why it had happened. Tears filled his eyes and he reached across the table and put his hand on top of mine. "I'm sorry, Marilyn," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I wish I'd never seen that woman." As I looked at my husband's face, trying to figure out what might be going on inside him at that moment, I saw his expression change. "You're saying that Mike fucked you after he brought us home last night?" "Yes." My heart was beginning to beat faster. "And then I came to bed later . . . " "Yes." I knew where he was going with this, and I began to get scared. "And I licked your pussy?!" The full weight of what had happened was clear then. I saw the color begin to rise from Ben's neck, flooding upward over his face. His jaw tensed and he clenched his fists. He'd never gotten physical with me before, but I was afraid this might be the first time. But suddenly, his face just sort of went blank. No expression at all. I thought it was probably something he learned to do when he had to deal with so many difficult situations as a police officer. He had to have a way of putting his real feelings on the back burner in order to keep from going crazy sometimes. He got up from the table, mumbling something about having to get to work. I watched as he walked through the kitchen door. But right before he turned the corner so that I couldn't see him any more, he glanced over his shoulder. "Tell Mike I know what happened and I will see him at O'Malley's after work." And then he was out the door. I just sat there and stared for what felt like an hour at the spot where Ben had been standing. His words just kept running through my mind, and I had absolutely no idea what they meant. Of course, I knew that Ben wanted to meet Mike after work. But what did he mean by that? Was he going to beat him up? Was he going to ask for more details about last night? God only knew! As I sat there, my mind flew off in a thousand different directions. Thoughts of what happened the night before kept flooding back . . . the dancing . . . the groping . . . Mike threatening to tell everyone on Ben's shift about his affair. And, of course, I thought about him taking me. Fucking me right here in my own living room only an arm's length from my drunken husband! Yes, I had tried to resist him. Yes, he had forced himself on me. But, my god, how I had enjoyed it! And how he had made me cum! And then I got mad. At Ben for putting me in such a position. At Mike for obvious reasons. And at myself for enjoying the whole disgusting experience like a common whore. I was ready to exact some revenge by describing the whole sordid episode to Terri, Mike's prim and proper wife But most of all I thought about the size of Mike's cock. I closed my eyes and remembered how that large purple head had spread my wet pussy lips so easily. And the length. That thick shaft had found places in me that no other man had ever touched, especially not Ben. It was as if I could feel it again at that very moment. I was ready to charge over to Mike's house right then and tell him that Ben knew, to try and scare him the way I was scared right then. I wanted him to feel some of the embarrassment and shame that I was feeling. But I looked so bad that I couldn't leave the house without cleaning myself up a bit. So I climbed into the shower and let the warm water rain down on my poor tired body. I massaged the shampoo into my hair and then washed my mound thoroughly to remove the vestiges of the shameful sex the night before. After I dried myself, I had this feeling that I needed to look good when I went over to confront Mike. I know it sounds crazy, but that's how I felt. So I fixed my shoulder-length brown hair and put on my makeup. As I looked in the mirror, I thought I didn't look too bad for a married woman of nearly 30 . . . not what you'd call pretty, but certainly not hard on the eyes. As I slipped on my padded bra, I wished that my breasts were bigger, but I thought to myself that a lot of women would probably envy my long shapely legs. I turned around and looked over my shoulder at the mirror. "Your ass ain't so bad, either, Marilyn," I said to myself. After I was dressed and ready to go, I sat in the living room and watched out the front window until I saw Terri drive past on her way to work. Then I took the short walk to Mike's house, knowing I would find him there on his day off. My hand was trembling as I rang the bell. As soon as he saw me, his face broke into an arrogant grin. "Missing me already?" Mike was a big man, tall and muscular. He was at least 6-2. His jaw was square and his face was almost handsome, had it not been for a nose that was somewhat misshapen . . . probably from a fight somewhere in his past. But he was attractive to women. I had seen how the other cops' wives had flirted with him at the party. I wondered if it was because some of them knew what a magnificent piece of equipment he had in his pants. I had been flattered that he had taken such an interest in me at the party. I was flattered, that is, until he used me like his own personal sex toy. With an exaggerated wave of his hand, Mike motioned me inside. As I walked past him into the living room, he followed closely, reaching out and rubbing my backside. As I stopped, he moved up close behind me. His hands reached around to fondle my breasts and pulled me back towards him. I could feel that huge cock pressing hard against me, and my nipples hardened as he twirled them between his finger and thumb. I had to fight the urge to simply lean my head back on his shoulder and allow him to fuck me right then and there. He leaned his mouth close and whispered, "Ready for a longer session or another quickie? I know you loved it last night, and you are going to love it even more this morning." Summoning all of my will power, I tried to pull away, but he twirled me around and pulled me close. This time his hard cock nestled its way between my legs and pressed firmly, deliciously against my clit. He grinned, knowing he had found the right spot. But just as his mouth was about to cover mine, I blurted it out. "I told Ben what happened last night and he wants to see you at O'Malley's after work." Mike visibly paled and I could feel his cock begin to shrink. He pushed me away, and I could see that he was frightened. Like everyone in the precinct, Mike knew Ben's reputation as a fighter. He usually reserved that skill for the bad guys he had to deal with in his job. But Mike had seen him in action and wanted no part of my Ben when he was angry. "You told . . . what . . . why . . .?" Mike was having trouble forming a coherent sentence at that moment. And I didn't wait for him to collect himself. I had delivered the message and felt that I had gotten some measure of revenge for the night before when I saw the fear in Mike's eyes at the thought of having to confront my angry husband. Neither of us said another word, and I walked out the door and back to my house. The rest of the day dragged by, as I waited for Ben to get home. I prayed that he had not done anything stupid—not that I worried about him hurting Mike. I just didn't want Ben to get into trouble. Ben's shift ended at 5 p.m. And five came and went. Then six, then seven. I was about to go out of my mind with the waiting. My stomach had this hollow feeling that you get when you just know something bad is about to happen. Finally, just after eight, I heard the front door open and I raced to the living room to see if my husband was still in one piece. As I rounded the corner from the kitchen, I stopped dead in my tracks. My face flushed and my knees just about buckled beneath me. Just inside the front door stood Ben. Behind him, wearing that arrogant grin, was Mike! Now it was my turn to be speechless. My lips tried to form words, but nothing came out. I swallowed hard, tried again. Still nothing. "We talked about it," Ben said. "He apologized. It's time to move on." That was my Ben, a man of very few words. I wondered what had been said during those three hours at the bar, but I never really expected to know for sure. Then it was Mike's turn. "Listen, Marilyn, I'm really sorry about, you know, last night. I didn't mean for things to happen like that . . ." Suddenly, I felt this huge wave of relief sweep over me. My husband was in one piece. Mike wasn't dead or beaten to a pulp. My anger with Mike began to melt away as I realized that we might, indeed, be able to put last night behind us. "I'm starving," Ben said, "can you make us something to eat, babe?" How's that for getting back to normal in a hurry! The two men sat on the couch and made small talk while I went into the kitchen and stirred up some omelets. It was the best I could do on short notice. I even joined them, as I hadn't eaten all day. I had been simply too worried about what Ben might do. After the omelets, Ben suggested some beers, and the three of us had one, then another. We moved on to vodka and Coke, and it wasn't long before all of us were feeling a bit drunk. Then, out of nowhere, "Did you enjoy his cock?" I couldn't believe what I'd just heard my husband say. I stared at him, thinking surely I'd misunderstood. "Well, did you?" "No!" I shot back reflexively. Then, for some stupid reason, I told the truth. "It was too quick for me to...." The room went silent for a long time, as my words sort of hung in the air. Finally, Ben broke the silence. "Let's play cards, Mike." And the two of them started playing blackjack. A few minutes later, I came back in with fresh drinks, and they asked me to join them. I decided I'd enjoy that more than being their waitress for the evening. As the three of us played one hand, then another, the sexual tension in the room was palpable. Not only had the two men apparently come to some sort of understanding about the night before, but my husband seemed to have developed a fascination with it. Each time Ben or Mike shuffled the cards, the sound broke the heavy silence in the room and made me jump just a little. Every nerve in my body was on high alert. "All right, kids, let's up the ante a bit," Ben said. "How about some strip poker?" "Oh, no," I shot back. "I'm not that drunk." But, in fact, I was that drunk. Or perhaps I just wanted to see that wonderful cock of Mike's once more. Whatever the reason, I finally agreed. "But that doesn't mean everything comes off," I reminded them, trying to hold onto some shred of modesty. So the three of us continued our card game. But, this time the stakes were much higher. Mike and I sat on the sofa (where he had fucked me just the night before) and Ben was in the chair across from us (where he had snoozed through it all). A low coffee table with a glass top was between us. It will come as no surprise that the clothes quickly came off. In no time, the men were sitting there in only their boxers. I was down to my bra and panties. Without being too obvious about it, I tried to glance out of the corner of my eye and see if I could make out the outline of Mike's massive cock. I could. And I wondered if he could see the growing wet spot in the crotch of my white cotton panties. I could tell by the look in his eye. He could. The next hand, Ben drew three of a kind and Mike had two pair. My pair of jacks made mine the low hand, and it was time to take something else off. "Okay, game over," I said, trying to stand up. "Come on, babe, take your bra off," Ben whined. "You did it when we went to that beach in Florida." I felt two sets of eyes locked on me as I slowly reached around and unhooked my bra. I put my hands over the cups and pressed them against my hard nipples. I held the bra to me for a long time as the straps slid down my shoulders. The men's eyes never left me. Finally, I let my hands fall to my sides and the bra dropped into my lap. I think all three of us gasped just a bit as my breasts came into view. My nipples looked like two dark pink bullets as they pulled the soft, pale skin of my breasts tight with their arousal. I leaned my head back against the couch, thinking that they had finally seen what they wanted to see. A soft sigh escaped my lips. I suppose it was sort of an involuntary sign of surrender. I assumed the game was over when Ben excused himself and went to the toilet. Mike suddenly seemed very close to me there on the couch. I leaned over to pick up my drink from the coffee table, and his hand ran under my breasts and teasingly flicked across both nipples. I turned towards him to protest, but he pulled me tight and kissed me. I couldn't speak as he took my mouth, parting my lips with his tongue and thrusting it inside roughly. Then, as he was invading me, he pulled my hand downward. He guided me to his stiffening cock, and I once again marveled at the size of it. As soon as I touched it, I felt as if an electric shock had been applied directly to my clitoris. But we quickly broke our embrace when we heard Ben returning. We leaned back against the couch, Mike with his huge erection and me with nipples that were even harder than before. Instead of returning to his chair, Ben joined Mike and me on the couch. I was now sandwiched between them. Ben looked at my hard nipples and quipped, "Must be cold." Then he leaned over and flicked his tongue over my breast. When he was through, he sat back and looked at me, then at Mike. "Your turn Mike." I was stunned! But before I could protest, Mike took my right nipple between his teeth, while Ben did the same to the other one. Then I felt a hand on each leg, sliding along the insides of my thighs towards my very wet pussy. I turned toward Ben, who was now resting his head against the back of the couch with this far away look in his eyes. I felt Mike reach around from behind and pull my panties to one side. Ben looked down at Mike, as his fingers snaked their way inside to find my dripping cunt. He said only one word, "Enjoy." "No, I can't. Last night was mistake!" But Ben kissed me fully on the lips as Mike entered me with one, then two fingers. I slumped back against the couch and turned my face toward Mike. I could clearly see his cock emerging from the top of his shorts. I reached inside and grasped it, wrapped my fingers around it and began to move it slowly up and down. My fingers could barely reach all the way around the thick shaft, and a good four inches protruded from the top of my hand as I gripped it at the base. It was truly a magnificent cock! I took Ben in my other hand and was quickly reminded of the difference in size between the two. As I gripped my husband's member at its base, only the head peeked out from my fist. I felt Ben move closer to me, his lips right next to my ear. "Suck him." I couldn't help but gasp at the sheer nastiness of those words coming from my husband's mouth. But I didn't hesitate, either, even though I rarely indulged Ben with oral sex. The thought of tasting Mike's huge cock set me on fire. I almost dived for his lap, taking him in my mouth, feeling his wonderful width, then the length. I sucked, gasped, pulled his balls into my mouth and finally moved back to the head, blowing, sucking and teasing. Another Night to Remember Suddenly, Mike pulled away and lay on his back on the floor. He looked first at me, then at Ben and finally back to me. "Me or him?" By that time I had so lost myself in the pleasure of tasting Mike's cock, I had almost forgotten Ben was in the room. So there was no hesitation as I left Ben on the couch and joined Mike on the floor. I practically tore off my panties and straddled him. Then I walked up the length of his body on my knees until my pussy was just above the big shaft. The large head was wet and slick with a combination of his precum and my saliva. I can't really describe the pleasure I felt when that massive cock entered me. And despite the size, I sat down hard and buried it in one desperate motion. There was no discomfort at all, just a delicious fullness. Mike pulled me down from my waist and I leaned toward him. He grabbed my breasts and tweaked both nipples hard between his fingers. I leaned farther over and rested my breasts against his muscular chest, feeling his hair tickle and tease my nipples. He grinned at me and whispered, "So you did want the longer session? Let's take it real slow." But there wasn't anything slow about it. I proceeded to ride, and buck, and hump as if I was in a frenzy. And I guess I was. Mike hadn't been inside me for more than a minute before my muscles began to tighten and throb and my pussy began to squeeze reflexively around that huge cock that was filling me so. My movements became so frantic that he had to reach up and grab my hips to steady me and keep me from toppling over. And he just kept thrusting, deeper, harder, faster. As my orgasm relented just a bit, I became aware of something brushing against my cheek. I opened my eyes to find Ben's hard cock trying to find its way into my mouth. Mike was fucking me so violently by this time that I had to steady myself by holding onto Ben's leg as he stood before me. With my other hand, I guided his cock into my mouth. In just a few moments, Ben's cock began to swell and pulse and I soon felt the first shot of his hot cum at the back of my throat. Then there was another and another. But I quickly forgot about Ben as Mike's cock began to swell even further inside me as he exploded and began to paint my insides with a massive load of his jism. The thought of Mike cumming deep in my pussy, while my husband unloaded himself in my mouth, pushed me over the edge once more and all three of us were wracked by gut-wrenching orgasms. Ben collapsed onto the couch. But despite his orgasm, Mike just kept going. I could see Ben watching us as Mike kept thrusting, driving his cock deep inside me over and over. I thought he was going to go all night! But finally, the swelling came again, filling me, stretching me once more. Mike pulled me down hard onto his shaft and finished completely this time. I collapsed on top of him and we just lay there motionless with Ben watching from the couch. When I finally felt strong enough, I lifted myself off his cock and heard the most deliciously lewd sucking noise as my pussy closed back up. However, I don't think it closed as tightly as before. We all sat naked and exhausted on the couch, quiet but still breathing hard from the exertion and excitement. Ben finally got up and fixed us each another vodka and Coke. We drank in silence and watched each other out of the corner of our eyes, apparently afraid to look directly at the results of our recent actions. I glanced to my left towards Ben and noticed him getting hard again. Mike saw me looking at Ben's stiffening cock and said, "I may need some help." So I reached for his flaccid cock, took it in my hand and began to stroke it tentatively. But he quickly pulled me toward him and ordered, "With your sweet mouth, Marilyn." His crudeness was like a slap in the face, but it turned me on all the more. I didn't really want to take him in my mouth because he was still covered with my juices. I'd never done anything like that before and the thought of it was repulsive. "Go on, babe, you know you want it." It was Ben. I couldn't believe I was being urged on by my own husband! I was pretty sure he wanted me to do it even more than I did. I moved to my knees between Mike's legs, so very close to that beautiful cock. It was growing visibly, throbbing and jerking tentatively as it sprang back to life more and more with each beat of his heart. I still felt that reluctance to taste myself on him, but by the time that huge thing stood at attention right in front of me once more, my resistance had vanished. I took it in both hands and guided it to my lips. I kissed it, licked it, cleaned my nectar from it like the whore I had become. I concentrated mostly on the large purple head, swirling my tongue around and around and even pressing it inside his wet hole once or twice. I glanced up at Ben and saw that his eyes were locked on us. He appeared to be in an almost trance-like state as he watched me make love to Mike's huge cock. Ben stroked himself slowly as he watched. Only once did I try to take it all in my mouth. But the size gagged me, much to Mike's amusement. I had long since lost the aversion to tasting myself, and in fact, began to enjoy the thought of my own juices on my tongue. As much as I hate to admit it, I was as aroused at that moment as I have ever been. And when Mike told me to bend forward over the low coffee table, I did it without hesitation. I did it gladly, spreading my legs and wanting, no needing, to have that great cock inside me once more. Mike was soon behind me and I felt that head play over my entrance teasingly. But not for long. He entered me quickly with a hard, deep thrust. Soon he was pushing in and out with long hard strokes. He'd pull that cock almost completely out, leaving me feeling almost empty, before driving it back in and making me deliciously full once more. Most of the time my eyes were closed to heighten the sensations I was feeling. But I became aware of some movement nearby. I looked down, through the smoked glass of the coffee table and saw Ben on his back, inching his way underneath! By the time Ben stopped moving, I knew he had a terrific view of Mike's cock pounding into me. "That's it, Mike . . . slow it down, buddy . . . give it to her deep." I couldn't believe my husband was actually giving instructions about how I should be fucked! And the amazing thing is, Mike was actually listening. I felt him slow down, in keeping with the rhythm of Ben's urgings. He even got Mike to slow down and pull his cock almost out of me so he could see the head and whole thick shaft enter and slide back and forwards slowly, then faster and faster. As Mike began to fuck me harder and faster, I was startled by a new sensation on my clit. I opened my eyes again to see Ben lifting his head just enough to allow his tongue to lick and tease my enflamed little pearl. It was an incredible sensation—the feeling of his tongue on that super sensitive spot while that huge cock just kept on pounding. Later it occurred to me that my husband's tongue was dangerously close to another man's cock, but I was too aroused at the moment to think of anything but the incredible sensations that they were stimulating in me. "Oh, fuckkkkkkkkkkk." I heard Mike cry out as he grabbed my hips hard and shoved himself deep into my dripping cunt one final time. He held me tight to him while I felt him unload one . . . two . . . three times Finally, Mike collapsed against the couch, his spent cock slipping out in the process. I whimpered in frustration as I was right on the verge of my own orgasm. But he was far past caring whether or not I was satisfied. But suddenly, there was Ben, pushing me to my back onto the floor and thrusting inside me excitedly. He slid in quite easily as Mike had so opened me with his huge cock and I was well lubricated with the combination of Mike's cum and my own juices. Ben grunted and panted and fucked me for all he was worth. Fortunately, I was very close when he entered me because he was so excited that I felt him begin to cum in no more than two minutes. But the feel of him pulsing inside me, and the terms of endearment that he kept whispering over and over, were enough to push me over the edge with him. I raised my hips to meet his final thrusts and wrapped my legs tight around his back, drawing him deep inside me. He was nowhere as deep as Mike had been, but the feeling of my throbbing cunt milking him as he exploded inside was absolutely wonderful! After such an amazing experience, I'd love to say there was an ending that did it justice. But, unfortunately, there wasn't. Only a few moments after Ben came inside me, I saw Mike get up and begin rummaging around to find his clothes. Of course, they were scattered about the living room. I just lay there on the floor, with his cum and Ben's still leaking out of me. Then, he just flashed that arrogant smile once more and headed out the door. In another short while, Ben and I showered together and fell into bed exhausted, both physically and emotionally. As it turned out, this was not the only evening that Ben and I shared with Mike. Or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that Ben shared me with Mike. Whatever the case, we got together a few more times. And while these subsequent meetings were quite erotic, they couldn't compare with the amazing jumble of feelings that swept over me that very first time the three of us went at it. Not surprisingly, Mike moved on to new conquests and the times we spent with him soon became a very sexy memory. I can't say that I was sorry, because I felt quite ambivalent about the whole series of events. On the one hand, these were the most highly charged sexual experiences of my life. On the other, I felt a lot of guilt about getting involved in something like this, something so outside society's norms. I know Ben continued to think about it long after it was over. In those first few months afterward, he could get hard just talking about it as we lay in bed. I finally asked him not to mention it again, and he didn't. But I've often wondered, as he fucked me in the years that followed, was he actually thinking about those nights with Mike. I know at times I was. Even today, some 25 years later, sometimes I will lie in my bed at night, all alone while Ben is working late. And as my fingers stray to my pussy, and I run them slowly around, then finally inside my wet lips, I can feel that huge, wonderful cock spreading me wide and entering. And I cum once more with Mike. Another Night to Remember She pulled into the driveway tired after a string of early starts looking forward to a few days off, even if it meant the usual running around looking after the kids, house work and shopping. She headed to the kitchen, unloading her handbag, keys and phone as she went. "Hi honey," her husband called, greeting her with a glass of champagne. "What's this?" she asked "I have a treat planned, the kids are at your mum's, and all you have to do is come along for the ride! Starting by getting your togs on -- the spa is waiting!" "But honey, I'm tired, it's been a long day, after two other long days!" she protests. "I know you've been working hard, at work and here, this is my treat -- you don't even have to get up for the kids in the morning, you can sleep in as long as you want! Now get your butt into some bathers and do as you're told!" "Ok, Ok, I give up!" she says resignedly. Reluctantly, she takes her glass, having a sip as she retreats to the bedroom. She emerges after a few minutes resplendent in her favourite bathers. "That's the spirit!" her husband cries, leading her outside to the spa. He has towels ready and the water is warm and bubbling away. She climbs in and feels the bubbles of the champagne and spa begin to do their magic, soothing sore muscles and the stress of work begin to become a distant memory. "Come and sit in front of me" her husband asks. "Honey, I'm not in the mood for that!" she argues. "I just want to help you relax, now you agreed to do as I ask, did you not?" "All right, all right" she says, moving across to place her back to him. He begins to massage her, starting at her neck, working out the stress knots. She visibly relaxes gives over to his strong hands kneading her tight muscles. Several minutes of this and she feels so much better, more relaxed than she has been in ages. His hands haven't strayed from her back and neck but a small voice deep inside her begins to hope they do.... As she takes her last sip of champagne he gets out of the tub, handing her a towel. "OK, shower time, get yourself dressed, we are off to dinner! I have made reservations" he says. "What! I was just starting to enjoy that!" she cried. "Were you?" he says as he winks mischievously, "There's plenty more where that came from!" "You'll be lucky, I'll probably fall asleep!" she retorts cheekily. "You will sleep when I've done with you! Now go and get ready!" he says whilst giving her a playful slap on the bum. "OK, OK, I'm going" and she runs off laughing. She heads off the bathroom to get ready. He has used the kid's bathroom to ready himself and is waiting for her when she is done. He guides her outside, opens her door and she gets into the car. "Where are we going?" she asks. "Your favourite" he replies. Less than ten minutes later they pull into local restaurant. The waitress shows them to their table and takes their orders. He orders a nice bottle of chardonnay and they chat whilst waiting for their meals. The food is, as usual, fantastic and they are enjoying each others company. He orders more drinks for each of them to go with desert. The spa, massage, and alcohol have relaxed her. A warm glow deep within has her feeling relaxed, and more than a little horny. She playfully slides a foot up her husband's leg, making him stare at her, worried people may see. She giggles and gently probes his groin whilst pretending to ignore his predicament. "You'll pay for this, I promise!" he mutters under his breath. "I hope so!" she challenges him. "Best I get the bill then!" he says, gesturing to the waitress. Once outside he takes her hand and walks her to his car. Once there, he turns her and gives her a deep, long kiss. She sighs and melts into him. She feels his hands move down and cup her bum, pulling her to him. She can feel his arousal and presses herself close. "Phew! We had better get it out of the car park" he says, pulling away from her. "Chicken!" she laughs as she jumps into the car. "You'll keep!" he laughs "So you keep saying" she retorts, struggling to keep a straight face. He steers the car out onto the main road, concentrating on the traffic. She slyly slides a hand into his lap, stroking his manhood through his jeans. "Do you want me to have an accident!" he cries. "Oh, so you want me to stop?" she pouts. "I didn't say that, but two can play at that game!" he replies, sliding a hand onto her breast, causing her to gasp. "Not fair!" she protests, "You know I'm sensitive there!" "Oh, so you want me to stop?" he replies cheekily. "Not if you know what is good for you!" she says, laying back slightly to make it slightly easier for him. He responds by sliding his hand under her top, then working it under her bra to cup her breast. She moans softly when he gently tweaks her nipple, causing it to harden more than it already was. "Two can play at that game" she says and reaches across and undoes his fly. She worms her hand into his jeans and jocks to grasp his swollen dick. It is his turn to moan as she rubs him gently. Trying hard to concentrate on the road he lets his hand drop to her lap. He slides it under her skirt and runs a finger along her pussy, feeling the dampness through her g-string. She moans again and parts her legs to allow him easier access. He slides a finger under her panties and slips it into her steaming cunt; she moves her hips forward, trying to force more of it into herself. He revels in the hot, soft folds, moving his finger in and out, paying attention to her clit, really getting her going. "You'd better stop that or I'll come right now!" She moans "I thought that was the point!" he says "Slow down" she says, pulling his hand away "Let's see how you go" and using both hands works his jeans and jocks down enough to release his swollen cock. She dips her head into his lap and takes his dick in her mouth, sucking it in and using her tongue to good effect. "Jesus Christ! You do want us to crash!" he protests weakly! "Lucky we haven't got far to go!" They pull into their drive and after another long kiss they reluctantly part to go inside. "Pour us a drink honey, I'll be right with you" he said. She heads to the bar to pour some drinks, still giddy and panting from the heavy petting session. "Bring the drinks down here" he calls just as she finishes pouring them. She makes her way to the bedroom, finding it lit by candles, with some music playing and a large towel on the bed. "What's all this?" she asks. "The grand finale -- just relax and go with the flow!" he replies. "Well, I must say it has gone pretty well so far" she admitted. He takes her in his arms and they again have a deep, long kiss, just the way she likes it, their tongues entwining, moving against each other, her already horny state being aroused further. He removes her top gently, then her bra, with his usual fumbling effort. He slides off her skirt and panties, leaving her naked. "Lie down on your front" he says. She does so, as he removes his own clothes. He takes a bottle of massage oil and squirts some onto her back. "Oh!" She cries, "That's what the towels for!" "Just relax" he says, and begins to massage her back. He takes his time and she revels in his touch, feeling fantastically relaxed, and more than a little aroused. He is standing on the side of the bed with one knee along side her. He gradually works down her body until he is massaging her butt. He works lower still, onto her upper thighs. As he works his hands up and down he allows them to slide ever closer to her pussy, she responds by parting her legs slightly, inviting his touch. He is taken by the sight of her cunt, the pink lips like rose petals, glistening with morning dew. She eventually gets what she wants as a finger slides along her slit, eliciting a moan of delight. She responds by dropping a hand to her side and seeking out his cock. "Your turn" she purrs, "Lie down" He lies on his back and she couches over him, starting with a kiss, then kissing and licking his neck and ears, working down to his nipples. She takes them in her mouth inturn, giving them a gentle nibble and sucking on them. He moans deeply, she knows how much he loves that! She works her way lower still, until his swollen cock is level with her head. She takes it in one hand and parts his legs with the other. She dips her head and begins to lick and suck his balls, gradually moving up the shaft of his dick. As she takes the head in his mouth she can see the glisten of a little pre-come at the tip -- a sign of just how aroused he had become. She moves back up his body and kisses him again, moving herself over him and lowering her hot cunt onto his cock. They both moan with pleasure as his length slides smoothly into her. She leans back and begins to ride his dick, loving the feeling of the full length as she lowers herself, and teasing herself as she rises, just leaving the tip inside herself. She begins to get carried away by the sensation so rolls onto her back to allow him on top. He obliges by using one hand to guide his dick back into her pussy with one long stroke, settling into a steady rhythm. He senses she is close to climax, and he knows he is close himself. "I'm going to come all over your tits!" he whispers in her ear. "Do it! But you're cleaning it up!" She hisses. He speeds up, plunging in and out of her steaming cunt; she comes as he pulls out and then pumps his cock until ropes of come string across her tits and he groans with his release. He rubs it into her tits, the nipples hard, she moans with pleasure. He lowers his mouth and licks his own release from her tits, mouthing and sucking them as he does so. She writhes in ecstasy at the sensation. He moves up and kisses her, she realises he has come on his tongue, after the initial shock she revels in the taste and thought of another taboo broken. He moves downward, again nuzzling her breasts, working lower still until he reaches her pussy. He licks the length of her slit, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She puts a hand on the back of his head and pulls his face to her cunt. He licks her, concentrating on her clit. He lets a finger slide under his tongue into her pussy, making her grind against his face, already wet from her juices. "Fuck me!" she cries. He responds by plunging his length back into her. He settles in to long strokes, she grinds her hips back against him. He senses she is close to climax, "Turn over" he demands, pulling out of her. She turns on to her hands and knees, presenting her arse to him. The sight of her ravaged cunt is almost too much as he moves behind and plunges his cock into her once again. He reaches forward, grasps her breasts and sets up a steady rhythm. She moans with pleasure and pushes back, wanting his full length inside her. Sensing the moment, he reaches around with one hand to stroke her clit, bringing her to orgasm. He then leans back and thrusts deep, emptying his balls as he holds his cock deep inside her. Sated, he pulls out, they flop down side by side, entwined and settle in to a deep sleep -- it was indeed a night to remember! Another Night to Remember ~And so the Night Begins~ The closer Lyric got to his house, the more nervous and excited she became. By the time she paid Amar, gathered her bags, and started walking towards his door she was trembling. As she fumbled through her purse for the keys, she noticed the envelope taped to the door with her name on it. She entered the house and took one last look into the dusk before closing the door behind her. She set down her bags and opened the envelope Davinci had left there for her to find. My Sweet Lyric, You have no idea how much it pleases me that you have come. Tonight, you shall give yourself to me completely. You will refer to me as 'Master' until I instruct you otherwise. Your safe word is 'Mercy'. If you cry out for mercy tonight, I will release you. You will be free to go back to your old life, and will wake up tomorrow morning with no memory of me. If you are who I think you are, the word will not pass by your lips, and soon we shall be eternally linked. For now, prepare yourself. When you are ready, you know where to find me. Eternally yours, Davinci Below, in the basement, Davinci was already awake. He had been for about an hour, anxiously pacing as he awaited her arrival. He had already showered and dressed for the occasion, in a black silk vest, black pants and a floor length black cloak. He also wore a silver pendant, identical to the one he had given her. While she showered upstairs, he took the other bags down into his lair and made sure that everything for the ritual was perfectly prepared. Candles were lit everywhere. He had set up a table with the various instruments he would use and he was very pleased with the tools she had provided. The difficult part, he thought, would be bringing himself to use them; to torture her. He was drawn out of his reverie as she appeared in the doorway, and descended the stairs. Lyric was a vision ... even more beautiful, he thought, than she had been the night before. Her robe concealed nothing, and the body beneath it was magnificent. The silver pendant sparkled in the candlelight as she knelt down before him. "Master ... I am ready" she whispered, her eyes downcast. Gently, he reached down and lifted her chin, gazing into her eyes. Sensing her nervousness, he bent down and gave her a passionate and reassuring kiss, wordlessly telling her that he loved her. He walked across the room to where the supply table was. She followed him with her eyes and as she happened to gaze upward she saw the suspension hooks on the ceiling. Shuddering, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, awaiting her Master's first command. "Come here," Davinci commanded, "let me examine your preparations more closely". Already on her knees, Lyric felt it unnatural to stand. Instead, she dropped to all fours and crawled felinely towards him. He smiled, amazed at her instinct and tantalized by the sway of her breasts and the subtle bounce of her derriere as she crept towards him. Her thoughts revealed the residual fear that she was battling, but there was no outward evidence of this, which also pleased him. Nonetheless, he took a few final steps to reassure her before the intensity was increased. "Stand up, remove your robe and let me see you" he said softly. He walked completely around her, looking at her from all angles. He caressed her face and kissed her gently on the forehead, and again on the lips. She was soothed by this, and warmed by the current of electricity that always seemed to pass between them when he touched her. He caressed her exposed breasts, cupping one in each hand, then he slid his hands down her torso and around back to fondle her equally exposed ass. He reached down to pet her between the legs, and smiled as he discovered the thong was crotchless and her lips were spread and already becoming moist. "Nice touch," he said, gazing up into her eyes. His fingers explored her labia before settling into a slow circle around her clit. At the same time, he bent down and took one nipple between his lips, sucking firmly on it while he pinched the other between his fingers. She began to moan softly and press wantonly against him. Suddenly he stopped and stood upright as his gaze intensified and his features hardened. She recognized the change in his eyes and knew even before she saw the nails and fangs that he had transformed into his full vampiric state and that her tests were about to begin in earnest. "Are you ready?" He asked coolly. "Yes Master" Lyric whispered. "Say it with confidence or don't say it at all!" he commanded, "Are you ready?" "Yes Master!" she said firmly. "Good," Davinci replied. "I am pleased with your preparation this far," he said, glancing at the supplies on the table, "You have chosen well; even the things that will bring you pain. Your unselfishness is a good first step, but it is only the beginning. The ritual begins with sacrifice. Are you ready to sacrifice your body to me: Your pain for my pleasure?" "Yes Master" "The clamps" he ordered, "Get them and put them on". She shuddered at the thought of the cool metal as her engorged nipples and clit pulsated from the attention he'd lavished on them moments before but she did not hesitate. She walked to the table and retrieved the clamps. She winced and gasped as she attached the first clamp to her right nipple. She opened her eyes, forcing her vision to focus on the other nipple and she groaned as the second clamp bit into her flesh. She took deep breaths, trying to overcome the throbbing in her breasts focusing instead on the chain that connected them and the third clamp which dangled between her legs. She propped her high-heeled foot up on the table to access the area easily. Ignoring every natural instinct in her body, she grasped the third clamp and gingerly attached it to her already swollen nub of flesh. She winced, tears leaking from her eyes as she fought the urge to scream, but was satisfied that the deed was finished. With her foot still propped on the table, Lyric rested her head on her knee in an effort to keep from swooning with the throbbing pain. She did not hear his footsteps; he seemed to glide to her side. He traced his finger along the dangling chain that connected the three points of her pain. "Can you take more?" he asked. "Yes Master" "Are you still willing to sacrifice?" he whispered, pulling on the chain slightly. "Your pain for my pleasure?" he growled, with a vicious tug on the chain. "Yes Master" she sobbed. "Very well," he stated, releasing the chain. "All living creatures endure pain. It is a part of life. The thing about life is, for the most part, it is finite... Not so for my kind. Life is full of pain and we live for centuries. Are you ready to subject yourself to centuries of pain?" "Yes Master" she whispered. "One hundred years, one hundred strokes" he said, dragging the small flogger across her back. After a quick swat to her ass, he placed it in her right hand. "One hundred strokes distributed to your three points of pain... one hundred strokes with each instrument" he said, giving her ass another hard stroke, this time with the small paddle. Her thoughts raced... One hundred strokes each? Three hundred swats at her already clamped and throbbing nipples and clit? This was insane! Could she take it? "Mercy?" he asked in a neutral tone. "No Master" she said, grasping at the flogger with determination. Knowing that Davinci could sense her thoughts, she knew that there could be no cheating. She would have to punish herself as much and as hard as she could, so she might as well develop a strategy. She was already a bit wobbly on her feet from the pain, so she decided to lie down on the floor. She slid her heels back until they touched her ass cheeks and parted her knees, spreading herself as far open as she could. Lyric toyed with the numbers in her head, figuring that it would be easiest if she had a pattern and a rhythm. Fifty to her clit, and fifty to her tits, she decided. Left tit, clit, right tit, clit .... Twenty-five times and it would be over. The first cycle sent jolts of pain through her body and she paused a moment, unsure if she could go on. Davinci sensed her determination. In her mind she kept repeating his phrase "your pain for my pleasure". She decided that pausing only gave her body more time to register the pain, so she began the second cycle quickly and ferociously and barely paused to breathe before the third. She increased in speed and intensity, not allowing herself to think of anything except the pattern and the count.... Tit, clit, tit, clit, 10 .... Tit, clit, tit, clit, 11 ... on and on she went. At 15 her arm refused to continue so she switched hands and completed the job...tit, clit, tit, clit until she reached 25... Twenty-five cycles, one hundred strokes with the flogger. Before he had a chance to taunt her she had grabbed the paddle and devised her plan for it. Her clit had endured twice the amount of torture with the flogger so she opted not to use the same pattern with the paddle. Instead she used groups of ten, making a cycle of thirty. She slapped her clit ten times, and focused on the sound of the metal paddle against the metal clamp. Then she moved up to her tormented nipples, alternating between right and left until each had reached ten strokes for each. She took a quick breath and then started the second cycle, then without pausing she switched hands and continued with the third. She was up to ninety now and split the remaining strokes between her two nipples until she had reached the required hundred strokes. "Well done" he stated, flicking her clit with the riding crop. "Now stand up and follow me." He led her to the area beneath the suspension hooks. The chains and spreader bars were attached and she found herself hanging in mid air, her arms and legs spread. He left her hanging there for a while. "I know that was difficult for you" he said, "but that sacrifice was only the beginning. The next phase of the ritual is a test of endurance. How much can you endure?" He sensed that she was valiantly fighting a wave of panic, and he whispered "Mercy?" tugging at the chain that connected her three clamps. She closed her eyes, bit her bottom lip and shook her head no. He rewarded her by sliding the tip of the crop between her legs, briefly teasing her exposed pussy, taking advantage of her crotchless choice. The pleasure was fleeting however, and unfortunately it was followed by stinging pain. With the crop he focused on her legs. He left red stripes on her inner and outer thighs, calves, and her ass. Forty strokes later he exchanged the crop for the large flogger. With this, Lyric experienced an entirely different sort of pain. The crop had caused a focused sting, but the floggers many strands set her body on fire everywhere it touched, and he didn't miss any spots. Repeatedly he swung the flogger focusing more on her upper body, her shoulders, arms, back, and abdomen. Not even her already tortured tits were safe, and she cried out in pain when he struck the already clamped flesh there. The last five of the forty strokes were dedicated to her poor, exposed pussy. Despite the pain, when he reached between her legs to caress the tortured flesh he found it wet, and she had not even thought about uttering her safeword. Finally, he picked up the bull whip. This portion was especially hard for him, because the tool reminded him of another, darker time. This was the most intense experience yet for Lyric and tears began to flow down her face. In her mind, a small voice whispered "Mercy" but she ignored it. Twenty times, the leather bit into the flesh of her back, wrapping itself around her body like a snake. The serpentine monster slithered through the air, striking her repeatedly as her helpless, suspended body rocked back and forth with each blow... but she never uttered a word. After the 100 strikes were completed Davinci paused for a moment, gazing at her limp body. Her eyes met his: she was weary but not broken. She still had the will to endure despite the fact that her entire body was throbbing with pain. Tears slipped from her eyes, and yet she whispered, "I love you Master". He caressed her cheek and noticed that her bottom lip was red. She had broken the skin, biting back her sobs, fighting the urge to cry out for mercy. He kissed her gently and was aroused physically by the taste of her blood and emotionally by her total submission. Despite the pain, she found pleasure in this surrender and she wanted nothing more than to see it through to the end. They both realized that the tender moment had to end. Davinci lowered her from her suspended position and removed the spreader bars. Unsteady on her feet, Lyric stumbled into his arms as her eyes fixated on the two remaining instruments on the table, the rattan cane and the cold unforgiving aluminum that was Excalibur which glowed menacingly in the candlelight. She shuddered and then said something completely unexpected. "I want you to gag me" "What?" Davinci asked in shock, "If I gag you, you can't cry for mercy." "Exactly," she whispered. "Master ... I know we've saved the worst for last. It's going to hurt, I'm going to scream, and you're going to want to stop. Gag me. Please?" "Very well" he said, his gaze hardening again. He walked across the room to the corner where he kept his personal playthings and returned with a ball gag. He led her over to the table and removed the paddle and the cane. "Bend over the table" he commanded coldly. The table's edge came to about her waist and she obediently bent over it, wincing as her clamped nipples pressed against the hard wood. The pendant that dangled from the necklace she was wearing now sat on the table right in front of her face. She stared at it, this symbol of their commitment to each other, and she willed herself to survive this final phase of her torture. Meanwhile Davinci tied her arms and legs to the table rendering her completely immobile and exposed for the torment she was about to receive. As he slipped back into the character of cruel master, and allowed himself to be aroused by the sight of her exposed helplessness, a selfish idea occurred to him. He stared lustfully at her ass and spread pussy, her legs tied to the table with those sexy heels... and the blood rushed to his cock.(Part of him was doing this to give her aching body a rest from its punishment, but he wouldn't admit it.) She wanted to be gagged, and he was going to gag her. Before she could register what was going on he had shoved his manhood into her mouth and was grinding furiously against her face. He grabbed handfuls of her hair and fucked her face without abandon as she struggled to accommodate him without choking. Despite her helplessness and humiliating position she sucked him like a pro and swirled her tongue around his cock. When she began to work her tongue around the very tip of his head, he didn't bother holding back, and after a few minutes of face fucking, he exploded in her mouth. Immediately he removed his still stiff cock and forced the ball into her mouth and strapped the gag in place. Now she would have the taste of his cum in her mouth for the remainder of her torture. (Deep down he knew that this would actually be a comfort to her, but he wouldn't admit that either). The first blow from Excalibur came suddenly and forcefully with a wicked whoosh as the air swept through the holes in the metal. Lyric screamed against the gag as the cold aluminum connected with her hot flesh and somehow managed to strike the clamp on her clit with a sinister click. The instrument seemed to create a momentary suction before letting go of her skin, and left behind bright red circles. He paused briefly and gazed at her reddened flesh and then continued with 9 more merciless blows to her ass. Next he grasped the cane, and used it to create a distraction from the pain in her ass ... albeit a very painful distraction that left 5 fresh welts on each of her calves. After 10 cane strikes her leaned over the table and whispered in her ear, "Mercy?" She shook her head no, and immediately was dealt 10 more blows from Excalibur followed by a series of cane swats to her shoulders and arms. "Mercy?" he asked again. When she refused to nod, Excalibur swished wickedly through the air again, ten more times. This time the subsequent cane strikes were applied to her thighs. She shook her head no once more and the next 10 paddle strikes pounded against her ass. Next, he unhooked her corset, exposing flesh for the 10 cane strikes that left crossing stripes across her back. One final time he asked, "Mercy?" Tears flowing freely, she still shook her head no. Davinci dealt 10 more cane blows, these last ones to the tender crease where her thighs and her buttocks met. She whimpered over the gag bracing herself for the final strokes from the metallic monster. SWISH ... THWACK! These last ones were especially vicious, but she bit into the gag and endured them, knowing that the end was near. SWISH ... THWACK! She could still register the taste of his cum on her tongue. SWISH ... THWACK! She heard his voice ... "Your pain for my pleasure". SWISH ... THWACK! SWISH ... THWACK! She thought of their experience the night before. SWISH ... THWACK! SWISH ... THWACK! She remembered the electricity between them. SWISH ... THWACK! She recalled the surprisingly pleasant feeling when he drank her blood. SWISH ... THWACK! Somehow she seemed to separate from her the pain in her body, entering a new space of submission and feeling a sense of peace. SWISH ... THWACK! Her body went limp, but she was happy, knowing that it was over and she had survived. There was one thing she hadn't thought about though. Davinci knew that there was a final thing to endure. He untied her and turned her around so that she sat on the edge of the table. He pulled away her corset and kissed her forehead gently before reaching to release the clamp from her right nipple. As she was reeling from the pain of the blood rushing there, he released the left one as well. She yelped into the gag as he reached down and removed the last clamp from her clit and the pain was intense. She hadn't realized that taking them off would hurt just as badly as putting them on. Swooning from the pain, she fell back onto the table. He removed her gag, and the sound of Lyric's panting filled the room. He told her how proud he was, and that she didn't have to call him Master anymore. He leaned forward and began to gently lick her nipple, taking the other one between his fingers and massaging gently. With his free hand he caressed her clit. Gentle though he was, her body continued to ache and she whimpered softly. This didn't deter him from persisting in his soothing massage until her whimpers of pain turned into soft moans of pleasure. Only then did he stop. He removed her shoes and the rest of her clothing before producing an antique looking metal jar. Inside was a balm which he began to rub into her skin. The balm seemed to cool her heated flesh, soothing her. Soon, her breathing deepened and she drifted into a sleep. He carried her upstairs and gently placed her into the bed on her side. He stood for a while, admiring her as she rested, this amazing creature who had just endured so much for him. "She is amazing isn't she?" Victoria asked, emerging from the shadow of the hallway followed by her partner Amar. The young lady from the adult store wasn't nearly as young as she appeared; she was in fact 50 years older than Davinci, a vampire like him. Amar was older than all of them, born in the early 1700's he was around 300 years old. His name was fitting, as Amar was Swahili for 'long life'. What Lyric would realize when she awoke from her slumber was that meeting them earlier that evening was no coincidence. Davinci smiled at the sight of his mentors: the beings responsible for giving him the knowledge his careless creator never had. Another Night to Remember "She's beautiful" he said in his deep, regal voice, "And she loves you very much. You are fortunate." Both Victoria and Amar were wearing silver pendants ... the symbol of their own union. They looked at the sleeping Lyric and remembered their ritual so many years before. Gazing into each other's eyes they knew that it was worth it, that they had found eternal love and that Davinci was now discovering the same. Amar and Davinci went downstairs to prepare for the next phase of the ritual while Victoria tended to Lyric. While Victoria was running her a bath, Lyric awoke. There was a moment of shock when she saw the supposed saleswoman. She didn't bother asking, because looking at Victoria it was apparent that she was another vampire. "Why are you here?" Lyric asked a bit timidly. "We are here to help. Myself and Amar; the one who drove your cab. We've known Davinci for a very very long time. More than 200 years ago we experienced what you are experiencing tonight... When he realized that he had found his one, it was only natural that he turn to us for guidance" Victoria said with a smile. "I ran you a bath. Why don't you soak for a few minutes, and we can continue our talk". "When I was in the shop, I thought you were some kind of mind reader. I guess this would explain why you were able to be so helpful!" Lyric exclaimed, making her way to the bathroom and slipping into the tub "and why there was something so familiar about the cab driver's eyes." "Ah yes, those eyes ... I remember the first time I looked into those eyes. I haven't left his side since" Victoria sighed. "How did you meet him?" "That, my dear, is a long story ... and after tonight, you will have an eternity to hear it. Just know that he saved me from something I couldn't have endured, and once I looked into his eyes, I knew there was no turning back." Lyric smiled as she stepped out of the bath and wrapped herself in a towel. "That's how I feel about Davinci. I know I've only known him for a little while, but after last night, I can't imagine life without him. I can't imagine waking up tomorrow morning with no memory of him ... I just want to be with him." "I think you've more than proven that my dear. Now let's get you dressed. You still have a ways to go." While Lyric oiled herself up Victoria brought her clothes. Before she put them on, Lyric looked in the mirror, examining the marks of what she had endured earlier. She was proud of them, proud she had been able to endure it ... and soon she and Davinci would be bound for eternity. She got dressed, and again admired the creature of the night effect the black, silky ensemble gave her. She put on a bit of makeup to finish the look, and then Victoria led her downstairs where Amar and Davinci were waiting. It was very much like a wedding. Amar presided over the ritual, Davinci waited expectantly as Victoria lead Lyric down the stairs. Once again he was amazed at her beauty, even with her welts and bruises, she was stunning... all the more beautiful in fact, because she had endured all of this for him. "We are gathered this night" Amar spoke, "To witness the eternal joining of these two spirits. Davinci and Lyric." "Lyric, you stand before a creature of the night. To be joined to him, you must accept him in all of his darkness. As a symbol of this, drink thee now from the chalice of his blood." Amar instructed. Lyric obediently drank from the cup of warm, red fluid. "Now," Amar stated, "extend your right hands, that we may witness the mingling of your blood." As Lyric and Davinci extended their hands, Victoria produced a blade, and with it she pierced the skin of their extended palms. "Join hands, that your blood and your spirits may be joined" Amar directed them. Looking into her loving eyes, Davinci grasped her palm. Pulling her closer, he kissed the back of her hand, and she did the same to his. "Have you any vows for one another? Share them now as your blood mingles." Tears forming, Lyric spoke first. "I, Lyric, vow to make you realize that while you may be a creature of the night, you are no monster. I vow to love you and cherish you, and stay by your side for eternity." At this, Davinci smiled and shed a single tear before he spoke. "I, Davinci, vow to stand beside you forever, not as your Master, but as your teacher, your protector, your lover. I promise to cherish you for the rest of time." "Remember always these pendants you wear, remember the love shared this night, and the pain and sacrifices endured. Treasure this jewelry as the symbol of your union. Your blood and your spirits now joined, you may kiss your bride." Davinci cupped her face and pulled Lyric into a long, passionate kiss. Amar and Victoria smiled and slipped away as they kissed, leaving them to consummate their union. Never breaking their kiss, the two were consumed with passion. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around him as he carried her upstairs, clothes flying here and there along the way, making a trail to the bedroom. By the time they toppled into the bed there was no more clothing to be seen. The vampire ravenously consumed his bride, kissing her everywhere. He nipped her with his fangs and she shuddered with the familiar pleasure of him gently sucking her blood. She whimpered softly as he pinned her down biting and suckling at one nipple then the other. He kissed a trail down her torso before sinking his fangs into the mound of her pussy and drinking from there for a while. She writhed against him in pleasure, as he sank his fingers into her snatch, curling them to find her G spot as he drank. When he made his way to her engorged clit, she moaned wantonly. He pierced the skin there, and lapped at the combined nectar of her arousal and her blood. Lost in passion she clenched her thighs around his head and cried out .... "MMMMM yes Master, Yes Davinci .... YES YES YES!!" He pulled away just as she was on the brink of explosion. She whined in disappointment and he laughed in amusement for a moment before he kissed her lips. He laid back on the bed and spoke softly. "Lyric you've made me very happy tonight. You've given me your sacrifice, your endurance, your love... there is only one thing left for you to give me before I give you life eternal." Lost in the fog of passion she was confused for a moment. Then he began to stroke his huge, hard cock, while staring hungrily at her pussy and she got the point. She leaned over and kissed him, pressing her breasts into his chest as she straddled him. He sat up and held her tightly as she lowered herself onto him. She rested there for a moment, relishing in her relinquished virginity before she began to pump her hips slowly... making love to him. Her love made up for lack of experience, and she got the hang of it quickly. Their lovemaking increased in passion and pace until she was bucking wildly against him. As they both approached climax, he flipped her over onto her back and began to fuck her with abandon. Just before he came, he sank his teeth into her throat and began to drink deeply. This, and the feeling of his seed filling her sent Lyric over the edge and she too exploded with waves of orgasmic pleasure. The waves wouldn't stop, and she shuddered as everything in the room except his dick inside her and his mouth at her throat began to fade away. She clung to him, as everything became cold and the room turned black as her heart stopped beating. . . . . . Moments later her eyes opened, and there he was staring back at her. Realizing that he was still hard and still inside her she smiled, and was instantly aware of her new fangs. She felt different, stronger. He rolled over so that she was on top of him. She pumped slowly up and down, looking around, taking in the room with her new vampiric eyes, looking at him. All of her senses were heightened. She could feel every pulsing vein of his manhood buried inside her. She was consumed by a new, animalistic passion and she fucked him hard and fast until she came again, collapsing in his arms. They shared one final kiss as the soft light from the window indicated that dawn was approaching. They made their way to the basement to rest, both realizing that this was a night that they would both remember forever.