Close Your Eyes || Closed

@ salander.
Vladimir held his breath as Calliope was atop him. His eyes moved up and down her body, trying to watch every move she made. It was mesmerizing, she was mesmerizing, and he let out a small breathy moan as her body rocked against his own. He tilted his neck to the side to expose more of it to Calliope. He bit his lip, and closed his eyes just trying to enjoy their time together. And he certainly was. When Calliope began to speech again, he opened his eyes and looked up at her, straining his neck to kiss her cheek. "You'd hate to tire me out? I think we should be more worried about me, tiring you out." He said with a wicked smirk on his lips, looking down at her thumb on his lips and his smirk turned into a smile and he sighed happily, his eyes flickering back up to Calliope's. "But I think we're both doing well in the endurance department." Vladimir's hands wrapped around her back and pulled her body tight to his, one wandering into her hair as he pulled her face down and divulged himself into a deep kiss, every thought exiting his mind.

Vladimir looked up at a Calliope once more, noticing exactly what was going on he leaned back and relaxed. He was ready to just enjoy the show, the interactive show that is. He licked his lips as his eyes moved over her body again, taking in each crevice, scar, mark, and watching how it was moving against his own. Vladimir knew she had a perfect body, if she had wanted she could have done anything with it, he was curious as to why or how she got into hunting. But now was certainly not the time to ask. He swallowed hard as she began to grind against him, ever so slightly lifting his hips up and into her. He grit his teeth, trying to keep from getting too turned on. He let out another sound, almost a squeak of pleasure. Vladimir knew it wasn't really the time to respond and just nodded in response to most of what she said, the voice she spoke in turned him on even more. As her own hands guided his he took full advantage, his hands squeezing and pressing wherever they went. He was gentle, but firm in his hand movements. His hands in her thighs, Vladimir pulled her up and closer to him, trying to keep hidden just how turned on he was. But he knew it was a matter of time before she noticed, with just how close the two of them were. "I'm going to take you there. And you're going to to fucking love it." He barked hoarsely, tilting his head up for her again.

(I'm so sorry it's short on my phone again, I'll be home in a little while)

@ BadStreetBoys

[That's alright!]
Calliope found herself enjoying having Vlad seemingly become putty in her hands more and more. This man of power, this vampire who could easily have overpowered her should he catch her off guard, was diminished to someone who could react to what she was doing. She was eating it up. She let her tongue dart out to lick her lips, pulling her head from his shoulder to glance over her own back at Vlad. A mischievous grin curled her lips as she rolled her hips against his in earnest now, moving them to the beat of music that wasn’t playing. “When it’s not three or four in the morning, I’ve got the endurance of a marathon runner,” she quipped quietly. A soft sigh left her as her eyes slipped shut and she merely enjoyed the feel of his body pressed up against hers, his hands being guided along her body, and the noises he was making.

When his hips began to lift up to meet her movements, a breathless sort of noise left her, pulse racing and breathing starting to pick up a bit. She wanted to hold off on ravaging him until they got to his house—for some reason she felt like it may mean more to him there instead of in the small kitchenette of her penthouse suite—but with the way he was moving and pressing back up against her, it was hard to keep her wits and sense of control about her. She drew in a shuddering breath of air as he used his hands on her thighs to pull as close to him as possible, a sly grin curling her lips as she felt him pressing against her; it seemed he was having a hard time keeping himself in control as well. Well, she’d certainly have to change her waning control, only wanting to lose it until the right moment.

She was up and out of his lap in an instant, dropping his hands to the sides as she turned and faced him once more. Calliope braced a hand on the back of the chair behind him, leaning down so that he could get a clear view of her cleavage and flushed cheeks. “I’ll tell you what I’m going to do,” she said in that low, smooth tone of hers as she slowly brushed single fingertip around his kneecap. “I’m going to go get properly dressed so that I can at least leave this place with some dignity and modesty. I want to see how fast you get moving and can get me to your house, so we don’t have to worry about me losing my patience and making you pull over so I can fuck you in that beautiful two-seater car you drove here last night,” she told him bluntly, dark eyes sparkling and looking down at him with a sense of command and authority that only she could wield. She bit her bottom lip as she dragged her fingertips from his knee, up the inside of his thigh to rest on the bulge he was making in his thin boxers. Her hand cupped it firmly, a knowing smirk on her lips as she leaned down even closer to him. “We wouldn’t want to see me when I’m impatient, would we?” She told him before pulling away from him altogether and sauntered out of the kitchenette and to her bedroom to get dressed.

The woman quickly tugged on a thick pair of jeans, combat boots, a t-shirt and a thick jacket and scarf to ward off the cold. Paying no mind to Vlad, she left the room and walked to the foyer. She grabbed her messenger bag with her things it in and looped it over her shoulder before leaning back against the wall, studying her fingernails in a dramatically bored sort of fashion—that knowing smirk never leaving her features.

@ salander.
Vladimir played into her hand easily, even though he knew that all his moves were the ones she wanted him to make, he didn't care. He had gone to kiss her neck when Calliope got off his lap and frowned, but only for a moment until she was bent down in front of him. His eyes immediately went to her cleavage and breasts, his tongue running along his bottom lip. Vladimir looked up and into her eyes only a moment later after he had taken in all he wanted to for that instance. His hands now sat in his lap, as he tried to hide the bulge in his boxers, knowing that a Calliope knew as well as he did that there was one. Her voice soothed him, and turned him on at the same time, and he shivered against her touch. When she grabbed his bulge he let out a quiet grunt. His eyes were trained on hers, unable to look away. They were wide and he was hanging on to every single word she said. Vladimir could only nod in response, swallowing hard just as she pulled away from him.

Vladimir jumped up from his seat after Calliope was going to the bedroom. He literally sprinted into the bathroom where his pile of clothes were, and dug through what he had to put on something modest enough to go out, but not too fancy as their date was last night. He pulled on his jeans, along with the undershirt and vest he had worn the night before. Vladimir held the suit cost in his hands, weighing the option for only a minute before sighing and throwing it on. He buttoned up just a few, enough to show his chest, but enough to cover him. He shoved his tie into his pocket. Vlad just about ran it of the bathroom but when approaching Calliope in the foyer he forced himself to walk. He, as casually as he could, walked over to her, and putting a hand on her hip he looked down and said. "Let's go." Nothing more, knowing he wouldn't be able to control himself with much talking. Vladimir also knew he would physically be able to get them to his house much faster than a car. But if they ended up screwing in the car he wouldn't car. He headed out the door with Calliope, holding her hand loosely in his, gently tugging her along. He didn't want to rush her because he knew if he went as fast as he could, she couldn't keep up. But he was impatient, his heart was racing and the bulge was very very clear to anyone who looked at him. It wasn't his fault how well endowed he was, and how pronounced it was. He furrowed his eyebrows in frustration as they went down the elevator and were waking past the people in the lobby, and in the parking garage, all of whom gave him some looks.

When they finally got to his car he grabbed the door for Calliope before hopping into the drivers seat. He fumbled with his keys, frustrated when they fell to the floor and he had to slow himself down to get the keys in the ignition and the car to finally start driving. He peeled out of the parking garage, but slowed down on the main road, just until he knew there wouldn't be any police out. After that he flew. Vladimir could handle the speed, it was how he always drove. He kept one hand on the wheel and the other holding her thigh, occasionally giving it a squeeze. He drove past the suburbs, the urban housing, and a small part of the country before finally arriving to his house. It had been built decades ago. But was kept well. It was black with white trim, and three stories tall to the eye. Behind the house was Vladimir's garage, it was of a much more modern taste, and that's why he kept it out back. So not to ruin the authentic antiqueness of his home. He parked in the garage and quickly fumbled for his house keys as he headed inside with Calliope.

As the couple entered the home it was clear it was made from old tastes. It was filled with paintings, his furtniture was all carved intricately from wood, it was darker, and he had no more than one lamp per room, with the exception of his bedroom. He led Calliope upstairs and into his bedroom. His bedroom was accented with black and navy blue colors. He had a piano in one corner, a dresser in the other, and in the middle was his king sized bed. It was black, with slight white designs on it, and a black canopy above it. He turned and grabbed calliopes hand and looked down at her, nodding his head towards a door in the room. "I'm unsure of your plans. But that closet might have some things you like in it." He said and bit his lip again before smirking. The closet he director her towards was the one where he had kept everything over the years. Any sex toy, item, anything could be found in there. Vladimir could open a kinky sex shop with the variety of items he had stashed away. Nearly as well. His entire house was extremely neat. Nothing was out of place, nothing was messy, and everything seemed like it was measured out to be exactly how he wanted it to look.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope glanced up from her hand to Vlad as he entered the foyer of the suite, a wily grin curled her features as his hand smoothed around her waist. She knew he was repressing himself as she was doing the exact same thing. She licked her lips as she willingly followed him from the penthouse, to the elevator and down to the ground floor. He was pulling her along behind him and she lengthened her strides to keep up, shooting knowing smiles to those who were giving the two of them odd looks. She was quite proud of the reaction she was able to get from Vladimir and it clearly brought her joy to see a man like him become so wrapped around her finger and eager to please her. The last person she passed was an older woman who was clutching her chest, almost aghast at the way the younger couple presented themselves. Calliope merely shot her a wink and licked her lips, only furthering the flabbergasted expression from the woman.

As they walked through the parking garage, her eyes wandered over what she could see of Vlad, bottom lip working its way between her teeth as they approached his car. She took note of the fact he wasn’t bothering to use valet, as that would only take longer than him actually retrieving the car for himself. She slipped into the car as he opened the door for her, shooting him a look over the top of the door before settling down into her seat. Her body turned to his as he entered the car, brows lifting slightly as she noticed him drop the keys into the floorboard. “Slow down, darling. You’re acting like a virgin who’s just been given the green light for a go at a woman,” she teased him in Russian, eyes narrowing slightly with jest as his hand found her thigh. She drew in a deep breath when she noticed him gaining speed once he was past the center of the city. With the purr of the engine in her ears and her thoughts on nothing but the man beside her, she lost herself in the moment. She was no longer Calliope de Vries the hunter and he was no longer Vladimir the vampire. They were just two beings enjoying the path that had been presented to them.

When her eyes finally laid on his house, her brows lifted lightly in surprise. It was an older house, that was clear, but it seemingly fit Vladimir’s tastes like a glove. She turned to look over at him, grinning broadly. “I may have to trade in my room key for a place to stay here. The house is beautiful,” she told him with a wink. As he parked the car, she tried to get a glance around the garage, wanting to see if he had any other vehicles that caught her eye. Before she had a real chance to look, he was whisking her into the house, hands grasping at the house keys as she looked up at him with a smirk. The air, she’d noticed, was much calmer and cleaner than in the city, and the whole atmosphere had a calming effect. She only hoped that none of his children would be dropping in for a word with the older vampire.

The home that greeted her seemed to fit Vlad even more than the exterior of the home and she felt it drawing her attention away from him as she passed through the rooms. It was clear, however, Vladimir had no intentions of giving her a tour of the house when he pulled her up the stairs and to a room she could only assume was his. She smiled to herself as she entered the room, noting the pristine condition of everything and how clutter free it was. Everything had it’s place and it seemed like it should have been photographed and put in one of those home magazines for readers to ogle and be envious of. “This is much better than that hotel room,” she told him. At his words, she lifted a brow and looked up at him, intrigue written on her features as she parted from his side and walked to the room. “I’ve got a plan actually. You may want to have yourself a seat and get comfortable while I try to find appropriate…” She paused and cleared her throat, eyes roaming over him for a moment before she continued. “Items.” Her eyes flashed before she disappeared into the room, closing the door securely behind her.

@ salander.

Vladimir didn't want to slow down. He was as impatient as Calliope was, and was hard as a rock, wanting to get rid of it inside of Calliope. He noticed the looked and it only caused him to pull Calliope closer to his body as they walked. No doubt in his mind they were judged, but no mind to that either in his own. He was glad people knew that they were sleeping together. Less chance someone tried to take Calliope from him. The person who did would be damned, he'd already killed one vampire for insulting her. He'd had no problem killing a mere man for looking at her wrong. He let out a small growl from his chest at the thought of someone else going after Calliope. She may be the dominant one but he was quite possessive, a little too possessive at time. "Oh my dear Calliope. You have to know a virgin would not be this confident in themselves. Not in the least." He teased and his gaze shot over to her, hand squeezing her thigh for a moment. "They're usually nervous and jittery. I'm just ready for a good fuck." He said enunciating the last word before taking a deep breath as he drove.

Vladimir grinned down at a Calliope when she complimented his home, he was glad she liked it. "I would not mind that, if you were able to stay with me, I've got to say that would be quite enjoyable. We'll have to ask snowball first though." He teased lightly as they entered the home. Vladimir had plenty of time to work on his house and to perfect it over the years. He had everything and anything he wanted inside of it, and of course exactly where he wanted it. Rarely did he take things from their places unless showing someone, or when he threw parties, which had since reduced to very rarely in his later years. When the couple reached the bedroom Vladimir payed particular attention to Calliope's reaction. He wanted her to love it as much as he did. She seemed to and he let out a small sigh of relief. "It is, we don't have to worry about waking the nisgnors, or destroying anything. It's just us and an endless supply of fun." He purred and but his lip. Vladimir did off with his coat, hanging it on one of the poles that hung from his bed as he saw a Calliope walking away. "Whatever you say, My dear Calliope!" He called out to her. A wicked grin spread across his face as he moved over to his bed. He laid back on it, looking up at the painting that covered his ceiling.

Vladimir glanced over in an attempt to see what sort of plan Calliope had, but was defeated when she had shut the door behind her. All he could do was let his mind wander to the endless patches that Calliope could take for him. He would go along with anything, he could. She could do anything with everything he had stashed away over the years. Vladimir thought to himself the fact that Calliope seemed to be in a very dominant mood today and thought she would take that route, and it brought another smirk to his lips. After this he was going to have to show her just how dominant he could be too, it was only fair. At the thought he licked his lips and let out a slight groan in anticipation. His boner was clear and he looked down at himself, chuckling at the fact that she literally had him by the balls today.

@ BadStreetBoys

Calliope’s eyes narrowed with thought as she stepped into the room, failing to keep the surprised smirk off of her features at the collection he had tucked away. So this man really wasn’t lying when he said he got bored easily. There would be no other option with an arsenal like this at his disposal for use. With a soft hum as her eyes landed on a few items in particular, a broad grin curling her lips as she studied them. In a few quick movements, she had her clothes off and left in piles carelessly on the floor. Of course, it’d ruin the tidy atmosphere that Vlad had, but surely he’d forgive her if she decided to clean it up later instead of right now. Toeing out of her boots, she padded with barefoot over to the items she’d locked onto, grinning to herself. He seemed to like to be kept on his toes by her and she would do her damnedest to try and keep as unpredictable as possible. A soft hum left her as she collected a few items and made her way out of the closet.

She crossed the room to the bed as bare as the day she was born and dropped the items onto the bed. “I decided that it was a very naughty thing I did back at the hotel by getting you hot under the collar and leaving you there with a massive hard-on,” she told him primly, hands clasped in front of her like she was a child who was facing down the consequences of her actions. “Perhaps I should be punished in a way you see fit, darling Vladimir,” she finished, eyes swooping from him to the items she’d dropped onto the bed. There were a few leather cuffs to bind her wrists together, a modern version of what she would assume the stocks would feel like, her neck clamped in a device that held her wrists up and over her shoulders, there were a few whips, a ball gag, and a bondage bar that would keep her legs spread apart and in the same position.

“You see, Vlad,” she continued, rounding her gaze pointedly to his as a cheeky grin worked its way across her lips, “by giving you the control, I’m still quite in control.” She flipped the end of her ponytail over her shoulder before placing her hands at her hips, cocking them to the side as she stared him down. “Just know that if at any point your actions displease me, I will become very, very put out and will have to take matters into my own hands. Don’t make me regret giving you the reins this time,” she told him with an edge of finality to her tone, the gleam in her eyes letting him silently know she was very serious. It wasn’t often she willingly offered herself up to a man’s whims, but she did feel like leaving him hanging was a rotten thing to do, not to mention the fact he’d had to endure at least a half-an-hour car ride through the city without being able to do a single thing to her.

@ salander.
Vladimir heard the door open and hummed quietly before he turned his head and saw Calliope striding towards him. A smirk spread from ear to ear as he saw her naked and licked his lips. His eyes moved up and down her body taking in how gorgeous she was. And she really was was gorgeous, he couldn't comprehend how someone who spent her life fighting and killing could have such a nice body. Vladimir sat up on the bed and looked at the item she dropped before him, raising his eyebrows at them before looking up at her. He was confused only until she began to explain, at which time his smirk grew and became a wicked one. "I agree, you do deserve to be punished." He said and stood up as he looked down at her and just chuckled. "If you want to think you're in control darling, you can." He said, his tone matching her in finally. Though his eyes revealed a much softer side. Vladimir knew he wouldn't do anything she disliked, or hoped not too. He didn't actually know what she did and didn't like so this was a shot in the darkness.

Vladimir stood and grabbed the cuffs off the bed, and made his way to Calliope. He took one of her wrists and locked it in before grabbing the other and bringing her closer to the bed. He set The stock up so that she would be basicallt bending over the bed. "Bend over." He said and grinned won st her. His voice was firm and set, not a question, simply an order. He pressed down on her back as she did. Once she was attached to it he cuffed her other worst so they were bound. Vladimir walked around so he was in front of her, admiring his work for a second. He walked behind her and stripped himself, giving himself a few rubs as he approached Calliope. He bent over her, and whispered into her ear in Russian. "You are not to make a sound until I tell you that you can. If you do." He paused and just held up the ball gag. Vladimir went back around so he was behind Calliope and she couldn't see him, he took one of the whips in his hand, smacking it against his hand for sound effect as he just waited, wanting to build anticipation.

Vladimir Reached down and rubbed his thumb against her clit, and sliding one finger inside her, but only for a moment. "Look how wet you are for me." He cooed. Vladimir grabbed calliopes by the hips, and ran the end of the whip along her back teasingly. He paused for a second and walked away. "Hmm." He decided on using the bondage bar and placed it to her feet. Nodding to himself. He was good now. He kept one whip in his hands as he silently approached Calliope. In an instant he thrust into her, he sunk himself inside her, before fully pulling out, and repeating this a few times, each time he thrust harder into her than the last. Vladimir chuckledand smacked the whip against her buttocks, before dropping it to the side of him, grabbing her roughly by the hips and beggining to thrust and in and out her just as fast as he could, after a minute he would slow down, just barely sliding in and out of her, and repeated this. All the while he watched her face, waiting for her to make a sound.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope knew that she was in for it when Vlad smirked back at her, knowing that she was not about to regret the decision to give him control in the slightest. Maybe she wanted to just sit back and enjoy something for once, or maybe she saw something in Vladimir that struck her as equal. Yes, that was it. She thought of them as equals and she thought, if he was as good as her at being as domineering and commanding, she was in for an interesting treat. Her eyes like molten chocolate followed him as he grabbed the cuffs from the bed, willingly letting him take one of her wrists and clasping it firmly within it. Calliope followed his lead to step closer to the bed, shooting him a crooked grin as he beckoned her to bend over. She did so gladly, adding a little shimmy of her hips from side to side as he strapped her into the stocks and bound her other wrist.

Glancing over her shoulder, she lifted a brow as he began to strip himself, seeing that the work she’d started back at the hotel room hadn’t gone anywhere. A soft noise of satisfaction left her at the sight of it and she turned back around, just waiting for what his next command or action would be. As he bent in closer to her, she drew in a slow, steady breath of air, goosebumps rising where his cold breath met the skin of her neck just below her ear. Her eyes slipped shut at his words, his accent causing her to shift her hips a bit, wanting to alleviate some of the pressure between her thighs. Her eyes flashed open at his open ended sentence and locked onto the ball gag in his hand. A knowing grin curled her lips as she took a glance over her shoulder at him as much as she could, eyes roaming over him before she turned around once more. She could hear him moving behind her, picking up an item from the bed. Her body instinctively jumped a bit when she heard the sound of a whip against skin, muscle tensing for a moment before she relaxed and let out a soft breath of air.

When Vlad’s fingers unexpectedly found the most sensitive part of her body, her hips rocked toward his fingers, bottom lip clenched tightly between her teeth as she fought back the noise of relief she wanted to let out at the contact. When he pulled away and spoke, she shot a dark look over her shoulder at him, back arching as she felt the leather of a whip against her spine. Her eyes darkened even more before she turned around, allowing him to place her feet into the bondage bar and effectively lock her into place. When he thrust in, her head tipped back and her eyes slipped shut, teeth gripping onto her bottom lip so hard she was sure she was going to draw blood. In fact, she could feel the cut on her bottom lip split open once more and the metallic taste of blood in her mouth once more. With every movement, she was sure he was trying to break her, trying to get her to lose her grip on the control she coveted so much. Her muscles tensed again as he cracked the whip against the side of her ass, a soft noise almost leaving her in surprise. Her brow furrowed slightly, determined to ignore the fact that he felt so damn good and she just wanted to cry out his name.

As he changed up the pace, hands gripping at her hips, she almost lost it, but she bit it back, eyes squeezing shut as if it would will it away. She shifted a bit in between thrusts, arching her back a certain way and that had done it. He hit a spot within her that had her seeing stars and she let out a breathless, wanton moan as her head fell back once more. Drawing in a ragged breath of air, she looked over her shoulder at him once more, eyes wide and knowing that she’d just given up her last shred of control and knowing what she was in for next. “Do your fucking worst,” she dug in, speaking in Russian as she set her dark eyes on his. She figured one last comment to egg him on should do the trick before she was gagged to go along with how bound up she was.

@ salander.
Vladimir kept a close eye on every reaction that was coming out of Calliope, treasuring each one. He enjoyed seeing the oh so confident girl squirming, just wanting a release, and he wanted to hold her for as long as possible. He couldn't help but groan softly as just how hot she looked as he climatically tortured her. Vladimir also made sure to be as loud as he could, just to torture her with the fact he demanded her silence. Vladimir was grunting and morning with every move, every thrust. "Oh fuck, you're so fucking tight. Fuck yea." He moaned. Vlad reached out and grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head back just enough to have it up against the stocks and gave a small tug. When she let out a moan he couldn't help but smirk and pull out. "Oh dear Calliope." He purred in Russian as he went around to be at her front. "I will." He said evilly, licking his lips Vladimir picked up the ball gag before pausing. "I think I know something better to shut you up with." He said and climbed onto the bed. Vladimir got right up in her face, before shoving his cock in her mouth thrusting just slightly because he didn't want to actually choke her.

After he had edged himself closer to an orgasm, Vladimir pulled himself out of her. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers roughly. "Hold on." He said and looked her dead in the eyes. His eyes were glowing with an icy brightness, excitement and pleasure . He shoved three ball gag in her mouth and strapped it on. Vladimir got up and walked around to the back of Calliope. He licked his lips andgrbabed the whip, cracking it against her, much harder than before. Letting out a groan because of the redness he caused. After a bit of reason with the whip he grabbed her hips again, and shoved himself inside of her without second thought. Vladimir truly unleashed the animal inside of him. His mind was only on his own pleasure and he thought nothing of Calliope. He rammed himself in and out of her, hard and fast, unrythmically. He panted and grunted with each movement in and out of her. Vladimir was gripping her hips to be able to shove himself inside her deeper, as well as for leverage. He couldn't imagine a time when he had fucked a girl harder or faster than he was fucking Calliope right now.

Vladimir didn't stop at all. He came inside of Calliope and finally slowed down. After another minute or so he lulled to a stop and pulled out of her. Vladimir let out one last groan before he walked around and plopped himself on the bed. His body glean with sweat and his breathing was deep and heavy. His eyes flickered over to Calliope and he smirked. He reached over with one hand and undid her ball gag. "Maybe I should just leave you like that." He commented, his words were breathless as he could barely keep himself up and talking. A pleased smile filled his plump lips as he laid back and closed his eyes, he put his hands beneath his head and yawned. Feigning sleep. Moreso pretending to fall asleep just to keep Calliope on edge while still stuck up for him.

@ BadStreetBoys
The hunter knew she had made a mistake by making a noise, especially when she had been so close to. She narrowed her eyes slightly as he moved around the stuck position she was in, shifting her weight a bit from side-to-side in an attempt to ease the ache in her hips from being bent in such a position and to cause a little friction for herself. It didn’t work for either situation. He shot him a warning look as he positioned himself in front of her, knowing where this was heading. When his length was placed into her mouth, she let out a soft hum, preferring to have her hands free and a full range of motion for such a deed, but it didn’t look like she was going to get much of an option at this point. Instead, she looked up at him with dark eyes, swirling her tongue around him ever-so-often until he pulled away.

When his cock left her mouth, she let out a soft sigh, staring expectantly up at him for a moment until his mouth was against hers once more. She tried to lean into the kiss, to press her lips as firmly against his as his were against hers, but she was locked in by the blasted contraption she had chosen for herself. A soft disgruntled noise left her and before she knew it, a ball gag was being placed between her teeth to stifle any more noise. She watched Vlad darkly, knowing that whenever he freed her from this stupid thing, he was in for either a verbal lashing or she would provide him a smacking around of her own. She jumped and let out a sharp noise of surprise, only to have it muffled by the gag, as the whip fell against her side once more, muscles jolting and tensing up in response to the sharp sting against her skin. A noise left her, sounding more like a growl than anything with the ball gag in her mouth as she shot a look to Vlad over her shoulder.

As he reentered her, a gush of air left her through her nose and her head dropped forward once more, eyes slipping shut as he pounded into her. Not another noise left her as he worked himself in and out of her, teeth gripping the rubber ball gag tightly at an attempt to stifle any noise that could come out of her. And just as she was about to reach her own orgasm, he pulled out and left her only craving just a few more seconds of contact. Her eyes followed him as he dropped himself down onto the bed in front of her, no tell of how exactly she felt in her eyes. She was hiding her true emotions from him, waiting for the right moment to spring on him. When the ball gag was removed she said naught a word, running her tongue over her reopened split on her bottom lip. When he spoke, a smirk almost curled the corner of her lips, but she managed to remain as emotionless and as icy as ever. And as he closed his eyes, her head dropped forward a bit, gaze focused down on the dark blankets that shrouded the bed. She shifted slightly again, knowing she could very well weasel her way out of the stocks and ultimately the bar between her legs, but she wanted him to free her. She had, after all, set herself up for this.

@ salander.
Vladimir was enjoying every second of this rough fuck. He hadn't even thought about the dark and dirty looks that Calliope was giving him. He knew they'd cross his mind later, but all that mattered to him right now was getting off after having a hard on for nearly an hour and a half. He noted her expression after he first re entered her and it was going to be one that stuck in his mind forever, it was hot and he couldn't help but moan at that. His hands moved over her body, though the rest of him was rough, his touch was gentle against her skin, just moving his hands over any piece of her he could touch. Vladimir started to bead sweat off his body, from his forehead down to his torso his body gleamed like a fitness models.

Vladimir laid back and allowed himself to gain his composure, and his breath back before he sat up. Vladimir grinned down at Calliope, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers again. "I'm not all bad." He said and got up walking behind her again, he undid her ankles from the bar first and moved it to the side, he then undid one of her hands from the cuff, and opened up the stocks before lifting her from it and undoing the other cuff, placing it with the bar and moving the stocks away from his bed before he turned to finally face Calliope. He tilted his head to the side as he studied her features, his own seeming bored, or uninterested. He licked his lips and yawned softly, before moving back and laying back on his bed. He looked over at a Calliope again and raised an eyebrow. Just waiting for a reaction out of her. He wasn't showing it, but the less emotion she had, the more nervous he was. He didn't like not knowing how someone felt, it made him uneasy. Vlad swallowed before looking up at the ceiling, trying to avoid any real conflict between the couple.

Vladimir let his mind drift off for a few moments, and he thought about how good it felt to just let everything out on a person. Whether or not Calliope liked it was another question. But he knew he did. It had felt amazing and even afterwards he was still feeling the high from his own orgasm. He hummed quietly as he thought about what she meant to him. Calliope was much more than a fuck buddy to him, despite their 'relationship' starting from a night together. He truly had feelings for her, and he was okay with admitting it now. If she asked he'd tell her in a heartbeat how much he cared about her and how much he liked her. He'd tell anyone who wasn't a risk to them. Vladimir opened his eyes again and they flickered over to Calliope. He did his best to keep the smile, from thinking about her, from appearing in his lips. Knowing this was a truly deep moment and he'd find out if she liked him or thought he was insane after his brutality to her body. "Yes?" He posed and raised and eyebrow again.

(Sorry it's short <3)

@ BadStreetBoys

Calliope's gaze lifted from the blankets on the bed to Vlad as he stood and walked over to her. She returned the kiss despite herself, aching for some sort of touch, anything. She lifted a brow as he spoke and that was when she let a wicked grin curled her lips. "And I'm not all that good," she retorted quickly, cat-like gaze set on his as she watched him slowly unlock her from the bar at her feet and the stock she'd found herself locked in. With a soft noise, she righted herself, hand going to the small of her back and rubbing circles into the muscle there. A shaky breath of air left her before she dropped her hands to the side and rolled her shoulders a bit. The marks from the whip we're bright red against her skin and where he'd gripped her hips as well. When he glanced over at her, she merely shot him a look in return before turning her back to him and stretching a bit.

With a soft hum at the single word question he posted, she let her fingertips trail across the top of the blanket before her grasp found a riding crop in the group of items she'd brought over to the bed. "Do you really think that was nice, what you did to me?" She questioned him, as emotionless as ever but her eyes bored into his as she slowly paced from one end of the bed to the other. "I was so close twice. And you've stopped right before I've orgasmed, twice," she told him bluntly, letting the end of the riding crop slide against the bottom of his foot for a moment. "How do you think that makes me feel, Vlad?" She asked quietly from the foot of the bed as she stopped her pacing and watched him with a dark gleam in her eye and a slight tilt of her head.

Her tongue flicked across her bottom lip as she studied him, taking in just how calm and relaxed he seemed after his actions when she was coiled tighter than a spring. "What ever shall I do with you?" She breathed through a sigh, shaking her head slowly as she slapped the riding crop against the palm of her hand. She slowly began to round the side of the bed he was on, gaze focused ahead for a moment before she stopped and her gaze slid over to meet his. She gently slid the end of the riding crop against his jaw, stopping and holding it against the bottom of his chin as she forced him to look at her. "Safe to say, you've made me very, very angry. And what makes it worse is that I haven't been given what I wanted, but you got yours?" She tutted softly, shaking her head again as her eyes locked on his. "What ever shall I do with you?" She repeated, voice low and sharp.

[That's okay. The powers out at my house so I'm stuck on my phone.]

@ salander.
(Same here! Thunderstorms)

Vladimir kept his eyes on Calliope, either looking at what he had done to her, watching her stretch, or for his own safety to try and tell what what coming next. His eyes slid as she did across the room and he kept his emotions hidden, his heart racing, he ran his tongue along his lips. "Punishments aren't supposed to be nice." He commented, with an "all Knowing" tone. He shrugged his shoulders for a second as he watche sCalliopegrab the riding crop, raising an eyebrow for s brief second. "I came." He said and smirked up at her. "I came right inside you and it felt so wonderful." Vlad enunciated each word and it dropped with arrogance as he smirked up at Calliope. His toes curled against the riding crop, and he shrugged his broad shoulders. "Tense probably, you're being blue balled and that definitely sucks. What are you gonna do about it?" He teased. Vladimir knew he was egging her on but he didn't care, he wanted to push her buttons. See what she was going to do to him.

Vladimir yawned again, stretching out on the bed. Though he kept his eyes open a little wider now. He watched Calliope, but mainly watched her hands and the riding crop. He knew exactly the damage that could do and he didn't want to be surprised if it was to bring some. At the rhetorical question he shrugged again, just smirking ever so slightly before he shook his head and shook away the smirk for his eerily calm self. Vladimir almost flinched when she brought t to his jaw, almost, he refused to seem intimidated by Calliope, that would not happen with him. He kept eye contact as she spoke, sealing slightly but maintaining his cool and calm demeanor. "I don't know my dear Calliope, what the hell are you doing to do with me?" He countered, trying to bring something out of her, his tone was set and nearly angry. But not one of true anger, just one to get Calliope going.

Vladimir didn't know why this made him nervous or scared him. She wouldn't kill him. The worst it would bring is cuts and bruises, nothing new to him. Maybe he feared Calliope more than the physical consequences. If she wa actually mad he would be upset. But he couldn't tell. She'd torn down his wall of ice but she knew extremely well how to rebuild hers. He needed to do that. Being a big softy and only a softy wasn't an option for Vladimir. He was going to be a man and take this, and he was going to show Calliope just how much of a man he was by being gentlemanly and much more. He nodded to himself as he thought it out and looked up at Calliope, give her a wicked smile.

@ BadStreetBoys

Riding crop in one hand, Calliope bit at her thumbnail, gaze focused on the floor in front of her instead of the infuriating man on the bed. She shook her head a bit as he spoke, a frown curling her features as she dropped her free hand to the side. "I don't believe that was punishment befitting of my offense, darling," she shot back at him, eyes flashing dangerously as she took him in. At his next comment, she let the riding crop swing, the leather end of it snapping against his side hard as she shot him a wide-eyed look. "Keep talking like that and we'll see if you can still act smug," she growled at him through gritted teeth. At his next comment, she drew in a sharp breath of air, reeling in her anger because she realized that was exact opposite of what he wanted.

She slowly dragged the crop down from his chin, down the most vulnerable part of his neck, and down his breastbone. Another heavy sigh left her as she pressed the crop a bit harder against his skin. Her gaze drifted over him for a few moments before locking eyes with him once more. He sounded angry as he spoke and for a moment she wondered what he could possibly be so peeved about. She was the one who'd been locked up and denied. Another hum left her as she formulated a plan, again giving no tells of how she was truly feeling. "Perhaps I'll just lock myself in your closet of toys and finish myself off while you listen," she mused softly, a wicked grin finally curling her lips as her dark gaze met his. She flicked the end of the crop against one of his nipples, laughing softly to herself.

Her eyes trailed over him for a moment before she tilted her head to the side slightly. "Then again, toys can really compare to the real thing," she murmured softly, more to herself than to Vlad. Making her decision, she tossed the crop to the side and climbed onto the bed. She crawled over Vlad, bracing herself up on all fours as her hands and knees fell on either side of him. While she remained completely quiet, her gaze said it all as it swept over what she could see of him. She lifted one of her hands, cupping his chin gently in her grasp before she pitched forward and pressed her lips against his fully. She pulled away slightly before whispering against his mouth, "Don't do that again or you may regret it."

@ salander.
Vladimir kept himself trained on a Calliope, only sitting himself up enough so he didn't have to get a crick in his neck to be able to watch her. He focused on her tone rather than her words and ran a hand down his face as he chuckled softly to himself. He knew he was pushing her, he hoped he was, just trying to get some kind of emotion out of Calliope. He watched as the crop came onto his side and his eyes flickered, but he seemed unscathed, and he looked back up at Calliope. "I think I can still act smug." He chirped and gave her a flowery smile. Vladimir held his body stiff, but not tense as she began to drag it down his skin, eyes following her hand that held it. His breathing was slow as he watched it, keeping himself calm. Vladimir licked his lips before his eyes moved up to hers again and he gave her a small smile. Hands resting on his lower abdomen, just above his crotch. "You say that as if it's a punishment to me." He teased and a wickedness flashed through his eyes, but he kept a gentle smile. Vladimir hadn't been expecting the crop and flinched ever so slightly as she brought it down upon his nipple. Which was now taut and hard, one slightly redeemed the other matching the rest of his body.

Vladimir looked back into her eyes as he watched them over his body. Chuckling at her last comment. As soon as the crop was gone and Calliope was on top of him on all fours he couldn't help but hold her st her sides. He had noticed the redness of her hips from the grip he had on her and didn't want to irritate more than he already had. He kept his gaze on her features, straining to not looked down at her body, to explore. His eyes had just shifted down to her breasts when she grabbed his chin in surprised he was forced to look up at her.As soon as her hand was on his chin, he was kissing her back deeply, letting out a sound of disappointment when she pulled away. He opened his eyes a half way and looked into hers at her words, nodding ever so slightly, his lips pressed against hers in the finest form. "Alright, love, I won't do that to you again." He said soberly. Vladimir moved her hair to behind her ear before he leaned up and pressed his lips to her again.

Vladimir had enough of being dominant right now, he didn't care too much which direction Calliope was choosing to go in. If she wanted him to finish her, he would. He wouldn't deny himself getting more. If it, he wouldn't argue either. The times like this is when his very laid back, almost uncaring and uninterested personality showed most. He went with the flow, until that was interrupted and he had to change. The only thing that had changed his flow was the girl on top of him, the girl he was stuck on. That wasn't him but with her it was. He opened his eyes for a moment during the kiss and looked up at Calliope, causing his lips to curl into a smile as they were pressed against her own. Vladimir closed his eyes again as he began to caress and cup her face between his hands.

@ BadStreetBoys
Calliope melded her mouth against Vlad's, sighing softly against the kiss as she let one of her hands brush through his hair. The other rested against his chest as she slowly flattened her torso against his, sighing again at the feel of bare skin against bare skin. His skin was cold, however, so goosebumps immediately broke out on the parts of her skin that were touching his. She welcomed the feeling, relishing the dichotomy of her scalding hot skin against his icy cold. She pulled away to brush her lips down his jaw, fingertips wrapping the silky strands of his hair and pulling gently to tip his head back. Her lips, teeth and tongue worked their way across his throat, nipping, licking, biting, and sucking.

"You see, darling Vladimir," she purred against his skin, pressing her hips down against his, "how would you feel if you heard me calling your name while using the toy? Like it was you who was pushing me over that edge?" She landed a particular sharp pinch of a bite to his neck, mouth tilting up wickedly at the corners. "Wouldn't you feel the least bit slighted that you couldn't see my face, couldn't feel my skin against yours as I screamed your name?" This was how she was set on torturing him, making him think of things instead of inflicting physical pain to him. That didn't seem to work too well with him anyways, if Calliope was honest with herself. He'd barely even moved when she whipped him. Then again, if she ever needed an agressive fuck in which she wailed on him, his resiliency could prove in her favor.

She pulled away to glance up a him, lips pulling up into a wicked smile before she leaned forward once more and caught his lips with hers. She kissed him roughly, with a bit more heat and force behind it. In a change of pace, she tipped her bodyweight to the side and rolled into her back, pulling Vlad on top of her as her long, muscular legs bracketed his hips. She was in one of those rare moods where she wanted something soft and slow, something bordering on caring and loving. It had been quite some time since she'd been in the mood for something like it and she felt that Vlad had a way of pulling this side out if her. He made her feel wanted, made her feel things she couldn't even put a description too. She felt that feeling like she was pitching headfirst into this again, but this time she would willingly let herself fall.

[Sorry if this is short again. I'm on my phone.]

@ salander.
Vladimir kept his hands gentle, he moved them down to her sides and they just lay there, barely touching her own skin. His lips were plump against hers and nearly the only warm part of his body. When her lips left his he let out a small breath of air, tilting his head to the side to expose his neck for her. He enjoyed the feeling of her fingers in his hair, pressing his head against her fingertips as he let out a small sound of pleasure. When she began to talk his eyes fluttered open and Vladimir glanced at her. "My dear Calliope." He murmured and ran his hand up her back, his fingers interlacing into her hair as he held her body close to his. "Slighted is an understatement. I want to be able to see you all the time and be the one to give you pleasure." He looked up at her with half lidded eyes and a small smile, before leaning up and pressing his lips to hers once more. As their lips met he let it a small sound of comfort. And his hand left her hair to return to its place on the small of her back. Vladimir felt like she wasn't going to torture him, and for this reason he let himself fall into a lulled sense of security. This was dangerous. Though he was sure she wouldn't kill him, feeling safe was terrifying to him.

Vlad frowned again when she pulled away and looked up, raising an eyebrow. He noticed her smirk and licked his lips giving a small smirk right back. At her lips on his he pressed his lips hard against hers, and his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. Vladimir let out a 'hmmph' sound when she rolled them over, but he accepted it. Vladimir wrapped one arm around her back, much higher up and closer to her shoulders. He lifted the upper half of her body and held it to his own. The other hand was holding the both of them up. His lips met hers again, before trailing off themself as he began to kiss down to her neck, allowing his teeth to scrap against her skin, then suckling on it. He was murmuring sweet nothings against her skin, so quiet he may have well been talking to himself.

Vladimir laid Calliope back on the bed, and looked down at her with a small smile, a tired one. His eyes a dull blue, but gentle. He looked her up and town and smiled even more. His one free hand moving to the side of her face. "I have never seen someone so beautiful. Every inch of you is a piece of a mosaic and a masterpiece." He said softly to her, his thumb rubbing gently against her cheek. He dipped his body down and pressed his lips to her own. His lips were very gentle and slow moving, just there for the loving at the moment. He didn't want to rush, or to push, or anything rough. Right now he wanted Calliope all to himself, and he wanted gentle. He pulled back for a second and kissed her cheek before his lips found hers again. He held himself up with one hand and the other moved slowly up and down her body, from her cheek, down her side, and to her hip where it would travel back up again.

(Don't worry about it same, I'm on break at work)

@ BadStreetBoys
Goosebumps kept flashing across Calliope’s skin with every pass of Vlad’s hands, her body instinctively arching toward his seeking warmth but finding nothing but the warmth of his lips. Again, she didn’t mind at all. Her fingertips crept up under his arms, fingertips grasping at his shoulder blades to help bare some of her own weight as her mouth traced over his over and over again. When his mouth left hers to trail down her neck, her head fell back, neck gracefully arching as she bared one of the most delicate parts of herself to him. A soft, breathless noise would leave her with every touch of his teeth to her skin, hips rocking gently against his. She could hear him saying something, but she was so focused on what his mouth and teeth were doing that she couldn’t understand what he was saying. She sucked in a breath of air through her teeth at the suction he was applying to her neck.

When he laid her back on the bed, her eyes fluttered open and she let out a soft noise as she looked up at him. She lifted one of her hands, brushing her fingertips through his hair a few times in what she hoped would be a soothing action for him. As he spoke, a small smile curled her lips as her eyes slipped between both of his. She didn’t know what to say to that. Calliope had been told she was beautiful countless times, but they had all just seemed like empty words up until this point. Her eyes fluttered shut as his thumb swooped across the apple of her cheek , kissing him back eagerly. These gentle kisses were slowly taking her breath away, leaving her clinging to Vlad as if he could give it back to her.

Eventually, she pulled away, breathing a bit heavier than usual and looked up at him with half-lidded eyes. She looked like she wanted to say something, and she honestly did, but she didn’t exactly know what. This was the first time she’d felt something like this before, such contentedness and calm with another being. She never thought she’d unearth such emotions with a vampire, no less. Drawing in a deep breath of air, her lips pulled back into a radiant smile as she finally found what she wanted to say. “Thank you, Vlad,” she said softly, almost in a whisper she was speaking so quietly. Her fingertips brushed through his hair, shifting slightly underneath him before she leaned up and caught his lips with hers, fingertips slipping around to the back of his neck as she held him close.

@ salander.
Vladimir was happy to see Calliope enjoying this as much as he did. He couldn't put his finger on what this was, what they were, or what he felt. But it was something all new. All his past lovers, he knew now that they should not even be close to described as lovers because he hadn't felt nearly as strongly for them as he did for Calliope. As his hands roamed her skin he could feel the rising goosebumps and wondered for a moment if she was cold because of him, and if she liked it. "Cold?" He murmured and opened his eyes to looked for a reaction. But his lips stayed right besides hers, eagerly anticipating reuniting with Calliope's. His eyes fluttered shut and he kissed her again, sighing contently. He smiled down at Calliope, her smile was just another beautiful thing about her. He thought it was amazing that he could leave this outspoken girl speechless. He let out a breathless laugh to himself as he looked down at her, his lips meeting hers again.

"You're welcome, Calliope." He said just as she finished speaking. Vladimir pressed his skin into her touch and sighed softly against her lips. He broken the kiss and climbed off her, laying down besides Calliope. He pulled her up against her body. Wrapping both arms tightly around her, be buried his face in her neck. "I just want this, forever." He whispered in her ear. Vladimir held Calliope tight to his body, as if letting her go meant he would lose her. His lips would occasionally kiss her neck, but he just laid there holding Calliope. Vladimir let out a small sigh, a happy sigh, and bit his lip. He was beginning to get very emotional and there was no way he was going to show Calliope how emotional he felt right now. So to avoid that, he held her in a way she would not be able to see his face. He ran one hand up and down her back without thought, the other rest on the back of her head.

Vladimir swallowed hard and took a few deep breaths while trying to calm himself down. He wasn't worked up, or upset, or angry. He was just full, full of emotions. Or rather one emotion he couldn't name. Vladimir loosened his grip on Calliope and laid on his back, but kept one arm around her. He closed his eyes, and bit his lip as his mind processed what was going on. "This is insane you know." He whispered. His eyes just barely opening as he looked down at Calliope. "All of it. I just, can't right now." He mumbled and took a deep breath before closing his eyes again.

@ BadStreetBoys

There was nothing else to Calliope in these moments. There were no vampires. No hunters. No contracts for blood to be spilled. No murder. It was just quiet and her mind was at rest for one of the few times in her adult life. She didn't know what was happening and she didn't care. All she knew was Vlad, his bed, and the dark room they had shrouded themselves in. A soft laugh left her at the question he posted and she drew in a deep breath of air before replying. "It's refreshing actually. I don't mind," she told him honestly, one of her hands reaching out to cup his jaw before his lips found hers once more. She sighed softly into the kiss, forgetting all about how angry she had been earlier in the quiet few moments they were having.

When he broke their kiss again, she looked up at him curiously, eyes following him as he rolled off of her. Her bottom lip worked it's way between her teeth as he buried his face into her neck. Her arms slipped beneath his once more, hands resting on his shoulder blades lightly as her eyes slipped contentedly shut. A wry grin curled her lips as she rested her head back against the pillow and let out a quiet laugh. "You may have forever, but at some point, you'll just be holding onto my corpse," she jested. Calliope had a pretty dark sense of humor that was off putting to most, but she could at least entertain herself. Her eyes cracked open to look down at Vlad for a moment, hand lifting to brush through his hair once more before she felt herself relaxing into the bed even more.

Calliope was nothing if not observant and she could tell there had been a shift in the room. It wasn't necessarily a bad shift, just...different. She didn't know if she necessarily liked it either. It had her feeling a bit uneasy, like the feeling she got when there was something immenent and dark looming just around a corner. She was so caught up in the feeling that she barely realized Vlad rolling into his back and his grip slackening on her. "It is," she agreed quietly, thinking of how she was feeling in this moment. Her brow furrowed slightly as he spoke next and she turned her head to look down at him with a slight frown. "Did you want me to leave the room for a bit?" She asked, knowing she wasn't necessarily being chased from the room. Calliope was just offering to give him a bit of time to his own thoughts.