Wicked Rose

Ville un-cuffed me and freed my legs. I almost wished that it was still my turn, I really liked our new toys. I ripped the blind fold off. I rolled over the bed and rubbed my wrists, they were red, scratched and swollen. Ville took one and licked the blood from the scratch.

"So, what do I have to do to get you to fuck me?" He laughed,

"It's pretty simple…you have to fuck me first." I frowned, what did he mean? He handed me the vibrator and it made sense.

"Ohhh…wait, seriously?" I cocked an eyebrow, Ville nodded and laid back on the bed. I smirked. This would be fun. "Okay, but we're doing it my way…flip over and stick your wrists out." He did as I said, sitting on his knees facing the headboard. I cuffed him and climbed behind him. I pushed him over and down by his neck and made him stick his ass in the air.

"I may break these cuffs…" He warned, which was a mistake as I was now in control. I slapped his butt as hard as I could and blind folded him next. Grinning evilly to myself, I grabbed a fist full of his hair and yanked his head up.

"You do not threatened me…" I hissed into his ear, "And if you break those cuffs…well I don't think you're goanna like what I do after that." I was dead serious, I was deep into my dominated side and there was no telling what I could do. Ville shuddered and said nothing. I got up and reached in the bag again, finding what I needed, a tube of lube, but first I went to go find my razor….

I came back with what I needed and climbed back on the bed. I stroked his back and kissed the base of his spine.

"Good Ville…." I took out the razor from the shaving case and placed it on his hip, just barely touching it to his skin. I cut him slightly, only a small line, than I made it a V, than added two bumps on the top making it a heart. Ville didn't make a peep the whole time. I leaned in and licked the blood away, I pulled back and it was already healed.

I moved behind him and squeezed some of the lube on my fingers. I held his hip and sat on my knees. I slid my finger into him slowly, Ville shuddered as I brushed against his prostate. I made it a point to caress that area repeatedly until he was about to orgasm. I stopped and pulled away, he whined in protest.

"Oh come on, we've just started," I reasoned, I grabbed the vibrator and stood up on the bed. I walked around and lifted Ville's cuffs from the top of the headboard and stepped into his arms, I sat on the edge of the headboard with his cuffed hands behind me. I the razor in my teeth.

"Alice…what are you doing?" He asked, I smiled and stroked his hair back before pulling his hair and pushing his face into my center. Ville's mouth went to quick work, he was more teeth his time than he usually was but I guess he was mad that I didn't let him come. I stood and stepped back out from Ville after a few moments.

I grabbed the still burning candle, Ville had no clue what was coming next. He could read my thoughts but where was the fun in that? I tipped the candle over his hip and along his lower back. He hissed and thrusted back, I smiled knowing that I had him completely. I reached over for the blade again and went over what I had done with the wax. While he was still reeling from that, I sneakily turned on the vibrator and pushed it into all at once. His back arched and he came moaning, shuddering and fighting against the cuffs. I didn't turn it on instead I cut along his spine with the razor,

"Don't break the cuffs," I reminded him sternly. I licked up the blood running down his back, the wounds healed again as the blood was washed away. Deciding that Ville had waited long enough I turned the toy on and watched Ville squirm.

After that I was tried of playing, but I did have a deal with Ville. We put our new toys away and the evening ended in Ville and I taking a bath together which lead to more sex. But after that we went back to bed and I was asleep in no time.

The next night, I woke up sore. I rolled over and found that Ville was already awake. I leaned in to kiss him softly. He had a distant look in his eyes and I had a feeling that he was thinking about turning me.

"What's wrong?" I asked, full knowing the answer. He sighed and it became clear that he didn't want to bring it up. He knew that we had to leave tomorrow or the next day, and he was terrified of me asking him to do it. Even when we talked about it he seemed distant, like this was all theory. I was serious about this, I had never been so sure about anything before.

"I don't know how I'm ever going to be able to do it." Ha, he knew that I knew. I think it bothered him that I could read his emotions easily.

"You will, I was thinking…maybe we should do it tonight, give me a night or two to adjust before going back to Helsinki…" Ville sat up, he had that wide eyed stare. I sat up behind him and rubbed his shoulders, leaning my head in the crook of his neck. "Please, if we just get it over with it won't be so bad…it's knowing it's coming that's stressing you out." He took a deep breath and looked at me. I smiled and kissed him again.

"Okay…but…just stop and listen to me, really listen because if you don't and you regret this later I will never forgive myself. You will never be able to go out in the sunlight, it won't kill you right away but it will scar you. You will never be able to have a normal job, you will never be able to have more than one or two human friends. You will spend everyday for as long as you exist pretending to be something you are not, in the presence of humans. You have to be a shadow, you can't stay in one place too long, you are always worried that when you do meet humans you can talk too, because they already know, that they may be hunters. It's waking up and never changing, not even your hair unless you cut it and it will just grow back the next night. It's seeing terror in a victim's eyes when you want nothing more than to ease their pain. Can you risk taking a life? Can you hold onto yourself? It's so easy to slip into a predatory mind, but when you do, it's never long before you're killed by hunters. Death can be addicting, and I'm ashamed to admit that. I don't want to scare you but if I turn you this very night there is over a 60% chance that you will accidentally kill one or more of your first victims. Could you live with that?" I did honestly take in everything he said but after I though about why I was doing, none of them seemed as threatening.

"Yes." With one little word I sealed my fate.