It went on for minutes; again and again, he continued to cut short her pleasure until she could take it no more. 

She screamed, "Don, please, I'm sorry! Please just let me come or let me go..." Her eyes were red and puffy now, tears freely streaming down her cheeks. 

Suddenly he stopped, took a step back, watching her with parted lips as harsh breaths escaped them. 

She was a mess, an entirely ruined woman all tied up like this and begging for him. 

His hands wrapped around her waist as he sucked her ears now, "Tell me how you want it. You come on my tongue or my cock...which?" He asked, shoving his hardness on her skin,

 "Whichever pleases Don..." She whispered, and fuck! That got to him; she was a damn tease, right now, and it spiked him up.

Immediately his legs part hers; with one hand he unsheathes his cock from its compartment, the other rubbing her pussy as he brings out the egg, and in one swift move he thrusts his six-inch-thick dick into her wet hole.

"Ohhhh..." She cries in a soft moan, her eyes close in ecstasy and pain, and he stretches her hard. Andy was large, and she felt so full with him buried to the hilt.

"Fuck," he groaned with gritted teeth, "fucking tight! You feel so good, bathtub girl; I'm afraid you've just unleashed a beast." 

Then he pushed faster and harder, pounding into Floxy like a damn slut; perhaps she was his slut at this moment. He pounded into her without restraint, pulling her hair back, and she's a mess, screaming so loud mixed with the slapping sounds of their skin.

"Fuck I'm coming! Oh, don't stop." She moaned, now meeting his thrust; his hold tightened on her waist. 

"Oh, I don't plan to stop!" He lets out still fucking her relentlessly.

He feels her tighten around him, he twists his waist hitting deeper into her, and that's it, she's trembling hard, screaming so loud, jerking as her liquid gushes out of her. 

"Fuck...you are so sweet." He was in front of her now as she opened her eyes; they were glossy because this man still dressed in a full tux had just ruined her. 

Nobody had ever made her come that way, not even herself when she masturbated. This man was a beast, and what's worse? She wants more of him.

She blinked slowly, watching as he stripped now in front of her. Slowly he took everything off, leaving him completely naked. Her eyes trail down his hard body covered in tattoos. Like a gang leader or, worse, a drug dealer. 

Floxy wasn't concerned about his profession at this point; her entire mind was on his hard cock that dangled, touching his navel.

"I see you desperately want me inside you again." He smirks, then grabs her jaw and hair; he ruffles her soft curls, inhaling her hair wash. "Say it!" He snapped, landing a slap on her nipple. 

Fuck! 

Her pussy throbbed at the impact.

"I want you inside me, Don." 

"Good girl." He chuckled, then he was on his knees again; he parted her legs, his eyes eating up her crotch in this position.

"I will fuck you again, but first I want to eat your cum, do you fucking understand?" He growls, and without waiting for a response, he attacks her core. Slowly he French kisses her. Savoring her taste, then sucking on her clitoris like a crazed man.

She twirled, screamed in ecstasy, but he held her trembling legs in place while he devoured her like the last meal on earth. 

"Please...please...fuck! It feels good." She moaned loudly; this only fueled him more. He lapped faster, then immediately plunged a finger inside her while still sucking on her.

The feeling is so exceptional that all she can do is cry. He continues his sweet assault, until she feels the knot in her stomach again. Driving fast without delay, she knows this time it'll hit hard like the first.

He feels it too, so he increases his pace, tongue flicking fast and steady now, fingers plunging deep inside her, his throaty moans adding to the fire burning inside her. 

A few seconds pass and she screams, shaking like a leaf with excess wind; he groans in satisfaction as he eats her up, sucking and licking her dry.

"Jesus!... You are the sweetest I've ever tasted," he growls, eyes so dark with a deep primal hunger in them.

Quickly he is on his feet and unlocks the cuffs, she falls limp into his arms. He carries her gently to the bed. His large body covers hers within seconds; her back hits the mattress. 

Floxy is a whimpering mess as his fingers play with her still-wet core. "Don..." she purred in bliss.

His eyes never left her face, her cute, soft moans fueling his need. 

The cuff was still strapped to her hands; it happened so fast, he snagged them to the bedpost. She gasps when he kisses his way to her legs and ties each one to the bed. 

How did he do that? Did he already have the ropes hanging and waiting? 

Holy balls! What on earth has she gotten herself into? Floxy could only imagine.

Now she was bound to a stranger's bed, awaiting whatever punishments he had in store in his mind.

"I am going to fuck you so hard, you will not be able to walk for days," he whispered while stroking his hard dick. 

Then he climbed onto the bed, and he moved straight to her face. "Open your mouth," he ordered, and she immediately did as told.

He slowly fucks her throat, then he goes fast, thrusting into her wet throat as she gags and chokes on him. 

"Fuck... hmmm..." he moans, then he goes down and immediately claims her lips in a hard French kiss. 

"I am going to fuck you now," he whispers, and suddenly he thrusts hard and sharp. 

This time he goes slow, savoring her wetness. She was tied, vulnerable, and would have no choice but to accept whatever he gave.

After a while, he increases his pace, now thrusting fast.

*Slap. Slap. Slap* 

The sounds of their skin echoed in the once quiet room, "Ohhhh, fuck! Oh my god.... Hmmm!" Floxy was a moaning mess as he fucks her like a slut. 

"Oh yes! Take this cock..... You feel so good, just like that....oooo!!" He groaned as she gripped him tight. 

She was close, and he felt it, so he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked, that was her cue, she trembled as her orgasm washed over her in hard waves. 

He growled too, and suddenly, almost like she imagined it, his teeth were sharp, and pierced her skin, her neck precisely. 

Pain shot through her, and she screamed, trying to break free, but she was tied up. He continued fucking her hard while he bit her, until his orgasm ripped through. She felt his hot liquid shoot inside her womb.

He groaned, still thrusting until he became calm, when he finally let go and pulled out his head. In place of his teeth were fangs, full-grown long fangs with eyes as red as blood. 

In front of her was a beast, one she'd only heard of in stories and midnight tales.

"Wh...at are y...ou?" she managed to stutter, body trembling.

He growled and then moved down to suck on the wound; when he lifted his head, he finally answered, confirming her belief.

"A vampire," he replies, licking blood off his lips.

Dread filled her soul; he perceived it, and he growled.

"Now that I know how you taste, you're not dying anytime soon. Relax, I want more of your pussy," he whispers in her ear as he proceeds to fucking her again.

Floxy knew at this point her life would never remain the same again.

She just got fucked by a vampire.

The Driver's Daughter

"Ciara, honey, we should leave now if we're going to make it on time!" Dad called from the living room.

Ciara took one last look in the mirror. The red bodycon dress hugged every inch of her hourglass figure. 

Being plus-size never stopped her from owning her curves - if anything, it made her more striking. 

She was the replica of her mother, only younger: pretty face, heavy breasts, thick hips, and a perfect bubble butt. At just eighteen, she was already a gorgeous piece of work, and tonight she planned to prove her worth.

Tonight was the twenty-fifth anniversary of D.C. Enterprises, the company where her father had worked as head driver for ten years. One of the largest in the country. One of the most powerful.

"You look amazing, honey," Dad said as she descended the stairs.

"Thanks, Dad," she smiled.

"All right, let's go," Mom added, already heading for the door.

The entire ride, Ciara's heart raced. She had one plan tonight, and she prayed it would play out perfectly. It had been years of crushing in silence. Two years since his rejection that broke her.

The memory was still fresh - his birthday dinner party, the taste of his lips, the way he pushed her away. *You are a child. You don't know what you want yet.* His words had cut her deeper than anything.

Cory Bills. CEO of D.C. Enterprises. Her father's boss.

She was eight when her family moved to Chicago after their company went bankrupt. Dad had to start over, and it was Cory - his high school friend, who gave him this job. Their livelihood depended on him. And yet, that didn't stop Ciara from falling in love with him at thirteen. His perseverance, his power, his kindness - all of it consumed her.

By the time they arrived, the grand hall was already packed with guests in expensive clothes and cars lined up outside.

"As always, Cory has outdone himself. This is magnificent," Mom whispered, eyes wide.

"This is always Cory's style," Dad laughed as they made their way through the crowd.

Then came that presence. That voice. 

"Enzo."

Dad turned, smiling as he shook Cory's hand. Cory leaned in to kiss Mom's cheek. But when his eyes met Ciara's... they darted away almost instantly, as if he couldn't bear to look. It stung.

"Congratulations again, boss," Dad said.

"Tonight, we're friends, Enzo. No formalities," Cory replied with a smile, then ushered them to sit at his table.

Ciara sat across from him, her pulse pounding. She knew his story - the orphan who clawed his way from nothing to become the man everyone in this room respected. Maybe that was why she'd fallen so hard. Or maybe it was just him.

"Ciara, honey, Daryl asked you a question," Mom's voice snapped her back.

Daryl - a supervisor at the company, who had been chasing her for months. She only wanted Cory, but Cory's glare at Daryl was enough to make her shiver.

"You changed your hair color?" Daryl repeated, smiling.

"Yes. I needed a change," she replied, stabbing her fork into her chicken and chewing slowly, letting her lips shine under the light.

"You look beautiful," Daryl whispered, raising his glass.

A low growl came from the corner. Ciara looked up. Cory's dark eyes were locked on her, sharp and hungry.

Her game had only just begun.

"Thank you, Daryl. I heard red is your favorite color," she purred, sipping her juice.

Cory's fists clenched under the table.

From the moment she'd walked in, his control had been slipping. That sinful red dress, her breasts nearly spilling out, her ass swaying with every step. For a year he had stayed away, reminding himself she was too young, too innocent. But one taste of her mouth that night had ruined him. And now, she was no girl. She was a woman tonight.

"Do you mind accompanying me to the bathroom, Daryl?" Ciara suddenly asked, already rising from her seat.

Cory's jaw tightened as Daryl followed her, grinning like a fool. His eyes burned into the sway of her hips, that ass wrapped in red. His cock strained in his pants.

"Excuse me," Cory muttered, rising from his seat like a storm.

He shoved open the bathroom door, and the scene he meets.....fury lit his veins. 

Ciara was pinned against the wall, Daryl's mouth devouring hers in a sloppy French kiss.

Cory ripped her away and slammed Daryl back.

"Get lost before I kill you," he snarled.

One look at Cory's murderous eyes, and Daryl bolted like a coward.

Ciara only smirked, licking her lips as she fixed her smeared lipstick.

"What the fuck was that?!" Cory roared, his hand slamming against the wall beside her head.

"That," she said coolly, "was me French kissing a man."

"Don't play games with me, Ciara." His voice was low, dangerous.

"You don't get to yell at me. You're my father's boss, not mine. You're the one who rejected me, remember? So now I kiss who I want. Fuck who I want."

She turned to walk away, but he grabbed her wrist and yanked her back. His breath hit her face, hot and ragged.

"Enough!"

With one violent tug, he ripped her gown. Her breasts spilled free, bouncing under his gaze. She gasped, but before she could scream, his mouth crashed down on hers, swallowing her protest. His hand seized her breast, squeezing hard, groaning into her lips.

"Fuck, Ciara... these tits," he growled, dragging his tongue over her nipples, biting, sucking until she moaned against the wall.

Her knees went weak. His touch was rough, desperate, claiming every inch. He knew exactly how to ruin her body.

"Turn around," he ordered, his voice a dark command.

Shaking, aroused beyond reason, she obeyed.

"First, I'm going to fuck you for wearing this dress and letting every man here stare at your gorgeous body. Then, I'll fuck you again for kissing that boy."

"Yes, Cory," she moaned breathlessly. "Fill me up. Teach me. I've been a bad girl."

His tie silenced her next word as he gagged her mouth. Her face pressed against the cold wall, wrists pinned behind her back by one of his strong hands.

"The door is unlocked, Ciara. I don't give a fuck who walks in. They'll see what you've done to me."

Her legs parted on instinct. When his fingers brushed her slick heat, he groaned.

"Bare... dripping... naughty little girl."

She whimpered against the gag.

Then he drove into her with one brutal thrust. They both cried out, his cock stretching her tight walls.

He stilled, breathing hard against her neck, letting her adjust to his size. But she pushed back, needy. That was all he needed.

He slammed into her again. And again. Their bodies clapped against each other, his pace merciless, her soft ass bouncing with every thrust.

Her muffled moans filled the restroom. His growls grew darker.

"You take me so well. So damn tight." He praised. 

"You're mine, Ciara. Mine."  

The door suddenly creaked open.

An old woman froze in the doorway, eyes wide in shock.

Cory didn't stop. If anything, his thrusts grew harder. He pressed Ciara's cheek against the wall, forcing her to look at the horrified woman.

The old lady gasped, stumbled back, and fled.

Ciara's whole body trembled, pleasure drowning out the shame. Her climax ripped through her, muffled screams of his name caught by the gag.

Seconds later, Cory spilled deep inside her with a guttural groan, holding her tight as he buried every drop.

Panting, he pulled the gag from her lips and leaned close, his voice rough and dangerous.

"This is just the beginning, Ciara. From tonight... you're mine. And I'll destroy anyone who touches you."