lh.narcissusinchains-第34章

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g。　They　could　bench　press　small　elephants；　but　as　my　body　writhed　against　the　bed；　I　raised　them　up；　made　them　struggle　to　hold　me。
　〃Anita；　you're　hurting　yourself；〃　Jason　said。
　I　looked　down　my　body　and　found　bloody　scratches　on　my　arms　and　legs。　I　had　to　have　done　it；　but　I　didn't　remember　doing　it。　The　sight　of　those　bloody　scratches　calmed　me；　made　me　lie　still　under　their　hands。
　〃I'm　going　to　get　something　to　tie　you　down　with　just　until　Jean…Claude　rises；〃　Jason　said。
　I　nodded；　afraid　to　speak；　afraid　of　what　I'd　say。
　He　told　Nathaniel　to　hold　me；　but　the　only　way　one　person　could　do　that　was　to　hold　my　wrists　while　pressing　against　me　with　his　lower　body。　It　wasn't　perfect　control；　but　it　kept　me　from　hurting　myself。
　Nathaniel's　hair　fell　around　our　bodies　with　a　dry　rushing　sound；　until　I　saw　the　world　through　a　curtain　of　his　hair。　The　scent　of　him　was　like　some　warm　pressure　between　his　upraised　chest　and　mine。　I　could　smell　the　fresh　scent　of　blood；　too。　And　my　beast　wanted　to　lick　the　wounds；　wanted　to　feed　on　my　own　skin；　or　better　yet；　open　wounds　on　Nathaniel　and　feed　off　of　him。　Just　the　thought　tightened　my　body；　made　me　writhe　underneath　him；　until　I'd　freed　my　legs　and　he　slid　against　me；　only　our　clothing　separating　us。　He　made　a　small　sound；　half…protest；　half…something　else。
　I　raised　my　wrists　off　the　bed；　pushing　against　his　grip　on　me。　I　felt　his　arms　strain　against　me；　forcing　me　back　against　the　bed。　It　shouldn't　have　been　a　struggle　for　him　to　hold　me　here　like　this。　I　was　gaining　other　things　besides　hunger　through　the　marks；　or　the　beast。　Nathaniel　was　still　stronger　than　I　was；　I　could　feel　that。　But　there　are　things　besides　strength　that　count　when　you're　struggling。　I　raised　my　arms　from　the　bed　again；　only　a　few　inches；　and　he　forced　me　down　again。　But　when　I　had　enough　room；　I　rotated　my　right　wrist　against　his　thumb；　and　my　hand　was　free。
　I　raised　up　enough　to　kiss　his　chest；　and　he　went　very　still　above　me。　I　knew　in　that　instant　that　he　wouldn't　try　and　regain　control　of　my　arm。　I　bit　him　gently；　and　his　breath　went　out　in　a　soft；　sharp　sound。　I　licked　my　way　up　his　chest；　with　him　still　holding　my　left　arm；　his　lower　body　still　pinning　mine。　I　ran　my　tongue　over　his　nipple　and　felt　his　breathing　quicken。　I　locked　my　mouth　around　his　nipple　and　bit　into　the　skin；　the　flesh　underneath。　He　shuddered　above　me；　his　body　jerking　enough　that　I　had　to　be　careful　not　to　break　the　skin。　But　I　held　on　as　he　moaned　above　me；　and　when　I　drew　back；　I　saw　that　I　had　left　a　near　perfect　imprint　of　my　teeth　behind。
　I　lay　back　against　the　bed　and　stared　at　the　bite　mark　on　his　chest；　with　his　nipple　in　the　center　of　it；　and　a　thrill　went　through　me；　a　wave　of　pleasure　at　the　sight　of　it；　and　a　feeling　of　。。。　possession。　I'd　marked　him。
　I　drew　my　left　wrist　out　of　his　hand；　and　he　didn't　fight　me。　He　stayed　propped　above　me　on　his　arms；　his　hips　pressed　against　me；　his　hair　in　a　cascade　around　us。　He　stared　down　at　me；　and　his　face　was　raw　with　need。　I　didn't　need　anything　else　to　tell　me　how　much　he　wanted　me　to　finish　what　I'd　begun。
　I　raised　up　enough　to　kiss　him；　and　his　lips　trembled　against　mine。　The　kiss　was　long　and　full；　and　a　sound　came　low　in　his　throat；　and　he　suddenly　collapsed　against　me；　his　full　body　weight　pinning　me　to　the　bed；　our　mouths；　our　arms；　our　bodies　locked　together　in　a　warm；　vanilla…scented　nest　of　his　hair；　like　being　rolled　in　warm　satin。　Nathaniel　kissed　me　as　if　he　would　climb　inside　me　through　my　mouth；　and　I　opened　for　him；　let　him　explore　me；　taste　me；　touch　me。　It　wasn't　his　hand　underneath　my　top；　kneading　my　breast；　that　brought　me　to　my　senses。　It　was　my　hands　down　the　back　of　his　shorts；　cupping　the　smooth　curve　of　his　buttocks。　It　helped　me　swim　back　into　control；　to　fight　down　the　desire；　the　hunger。　Where　the　hell　was　Jason？　I　stopped　kissing　Nathaniel；　stopped　touching　him；　while　his　hands；　his　mouth；　explored　my　body。　His　need　was　so　strong；　so　strong。　I　could　not　leave　the　bed。　I　could　not　walk　away。　I　was　not　that　strong。
　〃Nathaniel；　stop。〃
　His　mouth　was　on　my　breast　through　the　satin　of　the　top。　He　didn't　seem　to　hear　me。
　〃Nathaniel；　stop！〃　I　grabbed　a　handful　of　his　hair　and　pulled　him　away　from　me。　The　front　of　the　top　was　wet　where　his　mouth　had　been。　His　eyes　didn't　seem　to　focus　on　me。　It　was　as　if　he　didn't　see　me　at　all。
　〃Nathaniel；　can　you　hear　me？〃
　He　finally　nodded。　〃Yes。〃　Anyone　else　would　have　protested　being　stopped；　but　he　simply　looked　at　me；　eyes　beginning　to　focus。　There　was　no　resentment　on　his　face；　no　anger。　He　simply　did　what　I　told　him　to　do　and　waited　for　me　to　say　more。　I　didn't　understand　Nathaniel；　even　knowing　his　heart's　desires　gave　me　no　real　understanding　of　him。　We　were　too　different；　but　today　that　difference　might　help　us。
　I　would　not；　could　not　have　sex　with　Nathaniel。　But　I　couldn't　stop　pletely　either。　I　had　to　feed。　I　had　to　sink　my　teeth　into　his　flesh；　had　to　bathe　in　his　lust；　had　to。　〃Get　off　me。〃
　He　rolled　onto　his　back；　gazing　up　at　me；　lying　in　a　pool　of　his　hair；　like　a　shining　auburn　frame　around　his　body。　I　wanted　to　see　all　of　him　framed　against　his　hair；　and　all　I　had　to　do　was　drag　his　shorts　down　the　curve　of　his　hips。　The　image　was　so　strong　I　had　to　close　my　eyes；　take　deep　breaths。　The　need　to　touch　him　lashed　through　me；　almost　painful；　as　if　the　ardeur　could　force　me　to　do　it。　And　maybe　it　could。　But　I　would　control　how　I　touched　him。　I　would　control　at　least　that　much。
　I　opened　my　eyes　and　found　him　gazing　up　at　me　with　those　impossible　lilac　eyes。　〃Roll　over　onto　your　stomach；〃　I　said；　my　voice　hoarse。
　He　rolled　over　without　a　single　question；　and　I　was　reminded　how　absolutely　helpless　he　was　with　a　dominant。　He　would　do　what　he　was　told；　whatever　he　was　told。　It　helped　steady　me；　to　know　that　I　had　to　be　in　charge。　I　had　to　have　some　control；　because　he　would　have　none。
　I　picked　up　handfuls　of　that　thick　hair　and　pushed　it　to　one　side　like　a　piled　beast。　I　bared　his　back；　in　a　clean　smooth　line。　He　turned　his　head　to　the　side　and　gazed　at　me　through　the　film　of　his　hair。　There　was　no　fear　in　him；　only　a　vast　patience；　an　eagerness；　and　need。
　I　rose　on　all　fours　over　him；　straddling　his　body；　and　lowered　my　mouth　to　his　skin。　I　licked　across　his　shoulders；　but　it　wasn't　enough。　I　bit　him；　gently；　and　he　made　a　small　movement　underneath　me。　I　bit　harder；　and　a　tiny　sound　escaped　his　lips。　I　bit　him　hard　enough　that　I　felt　his　flesh　fill　my　mouth；　felt　the　grip　of　him；　the　meat　of　him。　I　wanted　to　tear　at　his　flesh；　to　literally　feed　from　him。　The　desire　was　almost　overwhelming。　I　collapsed　on　top　of　him；　my　cheek　against　his　back；　until　I　could　control　myself。　But　the　scent　of　his　flesh；　the　smoothness　of　it　under　my　cheek；　the　rise　and　fall　of　his　breathing　under　my　body；　it　was　too　much。　I　would　not　eat　him　literally；　but　I　had　to　feed。
　I　bit　the　flesh　of　his　back；　drew　him　into　my　mouth；　and　this　time　I　did　not　stop　until　I　tasted　the　sweet　metallic　taste　of　blood。　It　was　the　beast　that　wanted　to　finish；　blood　was　not　enough。　But　I　raised　from　the　wound　and　moved　on。　I　marked　Nathaniel's　back　with　near　perfect　imprints　of　my　teeth；　and　more　and　more　of　them　held　blood。　It　was　as　if　the　longer　I　did　it；　the　harder　it　was　to　control。
　The　scent　of　fresh　blood　tightened　my　body；　filled　me　with　heat　and　longings　that　had　to　do　more　with　food　than　sex。　I　sat　straddling　his　body　looking　down　at　his　back；　at　my　handiwork。　Blood　ran　in　tiny　drops　from　some　of　the　wounds；　but　mostly　it　looked　like　tiny　mouths　pressed　into　his　flesh。　And　it　wasn't　enough。
　I　slid　my　hands　down　the　back　of　his　shorts；　drawing　my　nails　delicately　along　his　flesh。　He　writhed　under　the　touch；　started　to　rise　from　the　bed；　and　I　pushed　him　back　down。　〃No；　no；〃　I　said；　and　he　went　still　under　my　hands。
　I　slid　his　shorts　down　his　body　until　he　lay　nude　underneath　me。　I　spread　his　legs　so　I　could　kneel　between　them；　lowered　my　mouth　to　that　smooth；　untouched　skin；　and　marked　him。　There　was　more　flesh　to　hold　in　my　mouth　here；　tight；　but　more　plentiful。　I　filled　my　mouth　with　him；　drew　blood　in　red；　hot　circles；　until　I　heard　him　making　small　helpless　noises。　And　I　knew　they　weren't　pain　noises。
　I　rose　on　my　knees　above　him；　gazed　down　at　the　wounds　I'd　laid　on　his　body；　and　I　wanted　more。
　I　slid　my　satin　top　off　and　wiggled　out　of　the　shorts。　I　laid　my　naked　body　on　his　and　rolled　along　his　back；　his　buttocks；　rubbing　the　blood　from　the　wounds　on　my　body。　Nathaniel　was　saying；　〃please；　please；　please；〃　over　and　over　under　his　breath。　His　need　was　like　a　pressing　weight；　a　thick　cloud　that　hovered　over　us。　It　was　chokingly　close；　so　overwhelming。　He　wanted　this　so　badly。　This；　not　sex；　this。　He'd　waited　so　very　long　for　me　to　dominate　him；　to　take　him。
　Micah　had　wanted　me；　but　his　had　been　the　want　of　a　relative　stranger。　A　man　wanting　an　attractive　and　powerful　mate。　But　with　Nathaniel　it　was　different。　His　desire　had　built　over　years；　over　a　thousand　intimacies；　a　thousand　denials。　It　had　built　until　it　was　a　great　weight　in　his　body；　in　his　mind。　It　was　a　thing　that　burdened　him　down；　filled　him　up；　and　he　could　not　be　free　of　it。　I　understood　why　Jean…Claude　had　said　that　we　would　feed　off　those　we　were　already　attracted　to。　There　was　so　much　more　to　feed　from　with　Nathaniel。　Our　history　together　made　it　not　just　a　feeding；　but　a　feast。
　I　worked　my　way　back　down　his　body；　biting　along　his　flesh；　not　drawing　blood　now。　I　lay　with　my　cheek　pressed　against　the　curve　of　his　buttocks；　fighting　with　myself　not　to　reach　my　hand　around　to　the　front　of　him。　Fighting　the　growing　need。　I　would　not　touch　him；　not　like　that。　When　I　could　trust　myself；　I　spread　his　legs　as　far　as　they　would　go；　and　bit　down；　marking　areas　untouched；　getting　ever　closer；　until　I　could　see　him　pressed　between　his　body　and　the　bed。　I　wanted　to　lick　him　there；　roll　his　testicles　in　my　mouth。　But　I　didn't　trust　myself。　I'd　laid　his　back　and　buttocks　bloody；　I　didn't　trust　myself；　couldn't　guarantee　what　I　would　do。　I　moved　my　mouth　back　without　touching　him；　and　the　pressure　of　his　lust　and　mine　rode　like　summer　lightning；　almost　there；　almost　there。　I　ran　my　tongue　on　the　small　ridge　of　skin　just　in　back　of　his　testicles；　and　Nathaniel　cried　out。
　I　sucked　the　skin；　drew　it　into　my　mouth　in　a　long　line；　working　it　with　tongue　and　teeth；　and　the　pressure　broke　over　us　like　a　storm　released　in　one　long　thunderous　burst。　He　called　my　name；　and　I　raked　his　thighs　with　my　nails　and　fought　with　two　different　hungers　not　to　bite　that　delicate　bit　of　skin　away　from　his　body。　When　it　was　over；　I　drew　back　from　him　just　enough　to　see　that　I　hadn't　marked　him；　not　even　the　mark　of　my　teeth。　I　lay　on　the　bed；　between　his　legs；　one　arm　on　his　thigh；　the　other　folded　beneath　me；　listening　to　the　pounding　of　my　heart。
　He　lay　quiet　except　for　his　still　frantic　breathing。　A　sound　raised　me　up　to　gaze　over　Nathaniel's　leg；　propping　myself　up　on　the　smooth　wounded　flesh　of　his　butt。
　Jason　was　standing　in　the　middle　of　the　room　with　what　looked　like　shackles　in　his　arms。　His　eyes　were　wide；　his　own　breathing　a　little　too　fast。
　I　should　have　been　embarrassed；　but　the　ardeur　was　sated；　and　my　beast　lay　curled