Dance with the Devil

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
This short story was inspired by the phrase "Dance with the devil."

Submitted: October 25, 2013

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Dance with the Devil

“Dance with me.”

At the start of the waltz, my lover’s strong arms wrapped tightly around my waist. Immediately, I knew he was not only in the lead but in control as well. Yet, as I looked into his eyes and watched as his pupils burned with a lustful desire that sent shivers down my spine and to the apex of my thighs, I also knew that I was perfectly accepting of his control and willing to be controlled.

His hand slid and rested at the lowest part of my back and with a gentle yet stern force, he pulled my body flush against his own. I could instantly feel the way he was reacting to the closeness and it sent images through my mind that made my cheeks burn just as brightly as the fires inside his eyes. Or was it him that was sending the images? His power was great and even now I couldn’t tell the difference between our desires.

When the music started, he led me through the steps. Before this moment, I had never once danced. But with him leading me and with the way he was staring at me as we moved as one, I felt like I looked like one of those gorgeous ballroom dancers.

My lover lowered himself closer to me as if he felt there was still too much distance between us. He rested his face in the crook of my neck and a small gust of cold air moved across my skin as he breathed in. He pulled back just enough for me to see his reaction on his face – his eyes rolled back slightly as a deep, throaty groan rumbled in his throat. When he opened his eyes once more and stared into mine, I saw that his irises had grown darker with his desire.

“Your scent is intoxicating,” he practically growled as he leaned forward and nibbled at the lobe of my ear, sending yet another shiver through my already shaking body.

“Are you cold, pet?” He asked as his brows furrowed with worry.

“I’m not shaking because I’m cold, master.”

His head tilted.

My face went serious even though on the inside, I was almost afraid to speak. “It’s the effect you have on me.”

The grin on his face was one of a pleased male - possessive, erotic, and captivating. I could even see the very tips of his fangs underneath his upper lip. My own mouth parted as a quiet gasp sounded. I couldn’t help but allow thoughts run through my mind. He had never bitten me before…

“Do you like what you are looking at, my pet?”

I lifted my head quickly, knowing I had been caught. It took me a minute to answer as he spun me around and right back into his arms.

I couldn’t help but to answer with the truth. “Yes, master. I do.”

With a smirk, he opened his mouth wider and allowed the sharp fangs to fall even further from his gums.

Once again, I couldn’t help myself. “Master, may I?”

He knew what I was asking, and he nodded his permission.

With a shaky finger, I reached up and gently touched the tip of his right fang with my finger. A moan erupted from my throat, especially as he took the chance to bite into my skin. A crimson drop of blood began to cascade down the side of my finger and he was quick to engulf it with his lips and lick it away.

My lower lip curled beneath my own teeth. Really, there were no words to be spoken about the effect this male had on me…

He closed his eyes again as he licked away the last of my blood and sealed the wound on my finger with a sweep of his tongue. A growl rumbled from his chest and echoed about the room.

“You speak of the effect I have on you, my pet, but it is you that has a hold on me. You shall be the end of me…” He stopped spinning me around in our dance and lifted me up into his arms.

The bedroom was on the other side of the hall, a good walking distance, but he had us at the door in seconds. He kicked it open with his foot and carried me inside. The massive bed greeted us and I swallowed hard not in fear, but in…anticipation. Master had never taken things this far before…

He had only danced with me.

His growl continued as he placed back against the mattress and I allowed myself to sink into the comfortable sheets, another slight moan slipping away into the air.

His mouth found the crook of my neck and as his fingers treaded through the hair on the back of my head to take a firm grip, he pulled my head back…and very carefully, he dragged the tip of one very sharp fang up the side of my throat.

“I had one taste, but it will not suffice. My pet, I must partake in the honey that runs through your veins. May I?”

My eyes widened slightly. He was asking me for permission?

How could I say no?

My mouth opened slightly as I sought for the right words. “Master, I would be pleased if you would…” What else could I say?

He waited for nothing else. Impatience took him over and with the sound of a quick breath, he pierced his fangs deep into the vein inside my neck. I cried out at the sharp bit of pain, but it quickly turned into immediate pleasure. My fingers were the one to take a grip in his hair this time as I held him to the side of my neck.

Honestly, I didn’t care if he took all of what ran through my veins… So long as this feeling didn’t stop, I really didn’t mind, and it was in this mindset that I moaned, “Take all you want, Master…”

He stopped. With another flick of his tongue, he sealed the wounds in my neck. His fingers caressed the skin on my cheek as he stared into my eyes, my soul. “I am selfish, pet, but I will not take it all. I cannot live without you here.”

My heart jumped up into my throat.

“Master?”

“Yes, my pet?”

I swallowed hard. “Will…”

“What is it?”

“Make love to me, Master?”

My lover grinned that grin of his, this time with a hint of evil in the curve of his lips. “As you wish, my pet.”

I spent the rest of the night and countless ones after that in the arms of my lover, my master…the devil.

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