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25 September 2010 @ 03:14 pm
Title: 'Vampire Glove'
Author: creatore_magico
Warnings: bdsm, spanking, dubious consent, porn
Notes: A birthday fic for my friend melusinahp! Sorry it's late, but I really hope you like it. Hopefully nothing says happy birthday like porn. ♥
Word count: 2087

The cuffs around his wrists clicking in to place scared him, made his heart race, and he bit his own lip to stifle a whimper. With his arms above his head the blood was draining from his hands and making his fingers tingle uncomfortably. His ankles were cuffed too, spread apart by a metal bar in the centre that had no give to it at all.
He was expecting words, something good or bad, praise or abuse, something from the one who had tied him, but nothing came. The silence was almost as biting as the cold on his naked back and as uncomfortable as the tightness of his balls.
He almost asked why he was there, but thought better of it, he didn't want to come across as weak no matter how humiliating this had all become. Besides, she'd threatened to gag him if he said a word until he allowed and he hated losing his breath.
The moment of smugness he felt from having potential free speech died when a sharp sting on his back cracked across his skin, causing him to breathe in a sharp hiss. His back arched, inspecting another hit which didn't come until he relaxed, and then there it was, a loud snap and a harsh moment of pain.
Was it sweat running down his spine, or blood? Damn it, he didn't know.
“Is that nice?” The woman's voice asked him, and he could hear her smirking. He wanted to spit at her, but he remembered not to speak. She seemed satisfied with that, making an amused hum before a gloved finger pushed against the back of his neck and slid down his spine. It felt soft, furred, almost sweet. There was a clap as something dropped to the floor and then her other hand found his ass and grabbed. That hand was gloved too, but it wasn't a bit soft. It felt like thousand little teeth pricking his skin.
He hissed, trying to catch a glimpse of the dropped object. He could see now out of the corner of his eye it was a flat paddle, clear plastic and sweat coated. That thing had been loud and painful, but not nearly as strange as it felt having her hand squeezing his ass with that weird glove. Was she trying to scour his skin off?
She let go, but only to smack him hard on the very same cheek, the needle-like hand print stinging briefly before the hand came down again. It came rapidly, once, twice, three times, over and over until he lost count of them because it actually started to really hurt. He grunted, tugging against the restraints and bruising his wrists in his struggles. Eventually his grunts turned into vocal protests which only seemed to quicken the pace of her attacks. Despite all this he could feel his erection bobbing between his legs, surrounded by nothing but cool air to tend it's heat.
The last smack left the room quiet for a second, and he realized he was panting hard so he gulped then took a dry breath.
“Having fun?” She asked him, coming close to his back and pinching the reddened cheek she had been smacking. He winced.
“Hurts?” The woman asked with an amused tone. “That all you have to say to me?” She pinched harder.
“Ah, what do you want me to – ah! It hurts! What?”
She laughed at him and moved onto the other cheek, rubbing it first with that nasty glove of hers and taunting him with a few more pinches before she lay into him, lifting her arm and bringing her hand down hard. Thirty hard hits later he was whimpering a little and she was smiling, rubbing her arms with the soft glove in exhaustion.
“This is hard work you know. You ought to be more grateful.”
“No,” he responded through gritted teeth, wishing he'd sounded more apathetic about it, but his voice was heavy with perspiration. He could almost see her smile fade as she raised her hand again. His ass twitched and he felt his muscles tense in anticipation.


He whimpered, not quite ready to surrender just yet, but certainly not wanting that same spot to be targeted any more. If she'd only move back to the other side, or anywhere else.

Fuck his dick was hard.

“Very well then.” She shrugged, taking a few steps away from him and leaving him blinking in confusion. Why did she never do what he expected her to do?

“W-where are you going?” He asked her, sounding as timid as he felt this time.

“You told me 'no'.” She answered him, and he could hear the rustling of fabric behind her as she sat down and lifted her skirts. “So I stopped. Isn't that what you wanted?”

He paused, breathing for a moment. Why was it so hard to say what he wanted? Maybe because he didn't really know. His hands were tingling, his back itched, and his ass was sore. He wanted more attention, he knew at least that much.

“M-maybe I was wrong.” He gulped.

She gave an amused sound.

“Beg me,” she ordered, and he responded with a deep intake of breath. Oh that bitch, she really knew how to piss him off.

“What?” he asked, almost laughing, but he knew she wasn't about to let up.

“Beg,” she snapped.

“Please.” He forced the word out through gritted teeth, wishing he could hand his head. Why was it so hard to say?

“Pardon?” She smirked, standing once again.

“Please come back.”

“Still not good enough.” She sighed. “You're going to have to give it your all this time. Otherwise I'm leaving you here on your own for a while.”

For what ever reason that prospect induced panic in him, and he spoke quickly, almost without thinking.

“Please, come back. God, please, I don't want to be left alone. I'm begging you. Please.”

“Hmn, good boy.” She praised, stepping back toward him quickly and getting leverage on the next hard smack to his ass. She was kind enough to aim for the other side this time, and didn't stop hitting until it was just as pink as the first. There were red blotches appearing on the skin where the blood was agitated beneath. It looked very, very pretty.

His throat was getting sore from protest, but he barely noticed that when combined with all the other abuse his body was suffering. He felt like he was in a state of shock, hazy, dreamlike and unsure. Even the sharp pinch between his legs, her thumb and forefinger squeezing his inner thigh, didn't really snap him out of it all though he grunted in pain. There was sweat in his hair, on his body, lacing his tense muscles.

“Now, are you going to thank me?”

“T-thank you.” He complied almost instantly.

“Thank you?”

“Mistress.” He added, wishing he could see her, see if that pleased her. It better have, because it wasn't easy to say even now.

“I'd have settled for my name, but if you want to call me mistress I suppose I'll let you.” She poked him gently, almost comically, in the back. “Of course, that makes you my slave, doesn't it?”

He gave an unsure whimper.

“As my slave you should do things for me.” She continued. “You should make me feel good, not concern yourself with things like this.” As she said 'this' the soft-gloved hand she had touched him with before rested gently on his cock. Just that slight pressure was frustrating as hell, and he bucked into it .

She withdrew sharply, slapping his backside again.

“No.” She snapped. “What did I just say?”

“I'm sorry,” he winced, actually feeling regret for what he had done. “I'm sorry, please, give me another chance.”

“Hmn, all right. I will, but disappoint me again and I will make you hurt and you will not enjoy it.”

“Okay,” He panted, his legs shaking from tiredness and nerves.

He then felt something happening at his wrist, one of the cuffs being undone. Was she letting him go? He had no idea, but a moment later his right hand and arm were free and he lowered them with a grunt of aching acceptance. A moment later she pulled the hand behind his back, and pressed it against the base of his spine, palm out.

“Move your fingers,” she ordered, and he did so even though that spiked glove was clamped around his wrist. The blood rushing into his digits made them tingle with uncomfortable heat. He arched his back to try and ease the muscles but there was no relief available.

With her other hand, the softer one, she stroked his stomach, her own now pressing against his back. She had high heels on, and was a lot taller than she usually would have been. So tall in fact that her crotch was at the perfect hight for his pinned hand to touch if she so allowed it, and that was just what she intended.

“What do you think you're touching?” She asked playfully.

“Oh god,”he responded in a whisper.

She gave a pleasant moan as he worked his fingers, feeling the heat through her panties, her skirts hitched around her thighs brushed his forearm. He was hesitant at first, but it didn't take him long to begin rubbing her in a wholly pleasant way, his fingers pressing against her, the movement putting new uncomfortable strains on his arm.

She said nothing, but her breathing in his ear was encouraging enough for him to keep trying, wanting nothing now but to pleasure her, his own burning erection he tried to push from the front of his mind.

She was grinding against his hand, taking her pleasure without hesitancy or shame. She was beautiful, she was incredible. He was horny as hell and he was pissed off at the same time that she'd done this to him and he was loving it.

It went on for an unspecific time, sweat coating his nude skin, her fingers working in repetitive motions and her lips against his ear smiling encouragement to spur him. It was dark, like a dance club only there was no music. Eventually she shook against him, biting his earlobe hard as she let go, causing him to scream in pain as a touch of blood coated her teeth.

She moaned, stepping away from him and wiping her lips before grabbing his arms and quickly re-binding it above his head. He let out an exasperated and pathetic sound.

“That was very nice.” She told him, moving to the other side of his body so he could see her. He looked at her hungrily and she smiled. “You've done well.”

“Thank you,” he replied hastily, his chest heaving with heavy breath.

“Open your mouth,” she told him, peeling off her soft glove with her teeth and holding it up to his face. He opened his lips and she shoved it inside roughly. “Don't spit it out.”

He nodded.

“Good.” She sighed, her now bare hand moving to his cock and at last giving it the attention he had graved for so long. He wanted to savour the sensation, to really feel her hands on his flesh, to get his now that she'd had hers.

It didn't happen. He came almost instantly, bucking helplessly into her hand until his release was over, whimpering and almost crying in frustration.

She smiled, wiping her sullied hand across his chest before stepping away from him and without another word collecting her things.

“Not a sound out of you,” she told him as she made for the door, “I'll be back in a few hours. You can handle that can't you?” She turned and looked him over. “Split that out and answer me.”

He did as instructed, letting the glove out of his mouth before licking his lips and replying in an exhausted breath.

“Yes Mistress.”
Sallie: [Forced] Ku likes itdrazzi on September 25th, 2010 02:15 pm (UTC)
I bet she's going to really love this :3

It's so sexy awesome bb. I really love all the glove-play and such. So sexy - and I learnt about a new type of glove so whoo!

I love the strange dynamic of these nameless people. I like not knowing about them too, being able to give them your own history and reasons why they're in this situation.

Sooooooo hot. omg.
creatore_magico: B.O.N.D.A.G.Ecreatore_magico on September 25th, 2010 02:53 pm (UTC)
I hope so! Thank you for helping me with this honey, I might not have finished it without you. <3 I am glad to teach you about the gloves too XD They are cool, I want some.

Also yay for nameless people, I really didn't want to explain too much about them or why they are there, so I am glad it comes across well instead of lazy. <3
Sallie: *giggle*drazzi on September 25th, 2010 02:56 pm (UTC)
You want everything. Vampire gloves, surgical tools, blue horsehair whips....
creatore_magico: Red Link Furycreatore_magico on September 25th, 2010 10:02 pm (UTC)
HEY! It's Vei who wants the pin wheel.
keh: TWINKIEk_e_h on September 25th, 2010 05:09 pm (UTC)
Wow, gloves are sexy :3
Once I get Neverfade going properly, I may have to commission some sexy writings, I can't write to save my life.
creatore_magicocreatore_magico on September 25th, 2010 05:27 pm (UTC)
My friend who I wrote this for actually has those gloves, hence their appearance in the fic. X) Wow, thank you so much for reading this Keh, I didn't expect a comment from you! It makes me really happy. Mewm! If you ever want me to try and write for you, I'll always try my hardest, all though I will whine about how long it takes me. XD;
E McGee: Obey by Jilliconsmelusinahp on September 25th, 2010 09:01 pm (UTC)
Ku Ku Kuuuuuuuuuu!


What's so funny, is that I finally got a chance to use my gloves the other day, so I could feel and picture everything so clearly. >:D

jfkdjfk. This was just utterly delicious. I loved the boy and I loved how the Mistress interacted with him. The entire thing was gorgeous and yummy and made me squirm.

Thank you so much, lovely Ku. This was such a wonderful surprise and I'm grinning from ear to ear. *hugs you tight*

♥ ♥ ♥

Edited at 2010-09-25 09:02 pm (UTC)
creatore_magico: [Soul Eater] Hugs Tiem!creatore_magico on September 25th, 2010 10:01 pm (UTC)
Yay I am so so happy! I was nervous writing for you, because I know you read a lot of fic so I didn't want to come up short. I'm so happy you liked it, and that you got to use your gloves too! <3

So much love to you!
rwylin_ni on September 25th, 2010 09:19 pm (UTC)
and wot gloves r thise that she used dude?? i want some!!!!!! actualy, no i dont want some i NEED some lol.....
Then all i need is a boy to play with..... KU y do you live soo far away???
creatore_magico: B.O.N.D.A.G.Ecreatore_magico on September 25th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)
Rwy, I love you so much! Thank you for reading my porn, tee hee! These are vampire gloves I think. I shall maybe get you some for Christmas if I can find a decent priced pair! <3
lokifan: *spontaneously orgasms*lokifan on October 3rd, 2010 04:30 pm (UTC)
creatore_magico: [Soul Eater] Aww shucks!creatore_magico on October 3rd, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
I don't know if this is the best or worst comment ever. Your icon I think makes it the best.
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