Hunter Maximus

Isobel’s POV

Maximus hums to himself happily as he takes one hand off my hip to grab the soap off the side of the shower. I instinctually try to grab it from him with trembling hands because I know he wants to clean me.

“I can clean myself, you know, and your chest...” I say, narrowing my eyes at him but speaking quietly with the soft patter of the shower still raining down on both of us.

“No, rule number one – you should already know – I have the control,” Maximus simply cuts me off, gently moving my hands to my sides as he touches the soap to my shoulder, sliding it down my arm so gently it tickles. I was preparing to scowl in response but I can’t help but try not to laugh at how much he is tickling me.

He grins in response.

“This sensitive already...” his grin turns into a smirk as he catches my eye, “how come when you are so naked and vulnerable with me, your cute side comes out?” I gasp at his choice of words but before I can snap back at him he abruptly grabs my chin with his hand, forcing me to look up at him while I blink through the water, “I want you to try something, Isobel, just for the next minute.”

“What?” I growl out, still nervous.

“Don’t talk back to me, let me clean you. That’s all,” he smiles at my confused eyes as he quickly turns me around and pulls me back against him. I gasp when I feel his erection against and in between my two ass cheeks. I try to wiggle away but he holds me steady as he washes my front with the soap, one arm tight around my waist.

“Maximus...” I start to say, feeling the blood rushing to my cheeks at the pressure and heat on my ass as well as his hand dipping between my legs with the soap, cleaning me intimately. He just chuckles in my ear, cutting me off again.

“I’m just cleaning you, darling, I’m not fucking you yet,” he manages to say it mockingly and arrogantly as usual. I instinctually elbow him back in the ribs just as he is putting the soap onto the shelf.

“I’m not stupid,” I snap out and in response his hand comes down on my left ass-cheek in a hard smack – which makes me yelp.

“Ah, ah,” he says, “Stop talking back to me, you’ll only make me want to take you the way you are asking for it,” he challenges.

“Which is?”

“Not the way you should be taken the first time,” he whispers back, right next to my ear, “Your turn.”

He abruptly let’s go of me and I spin around to see him pointing at the soap.

"Now,” he snaps.

“What?” It almost comes out in a squeak.

“Do I have to clean myself, do I? I cleaned you, why don’t you return the favour?” he asks, “Come on, darling, if you start doing as I say without hesitation maybe I won’t spank you...” he sees me cave in and reach for the soap before he adds, “... for as long as you deserve.”

“You’re an asshole,” I say, taking a step forward and smacking the soap onto his slightly blood stained shoulder, “You’re so arrogant it makes me want to scream,” I mutter angrily as I wash his chest. I start to feel irritated at myself as well when I realise I don’t mind washing his beautifully toned and hard torso, “And don’t ask me to clean your cock... because I won’t do it.”

I feel my confidence returning as I keep up the banter and I meet his eyes with my fire back in them. Initial shaky, nervous start? Over. I could deal with this prick. I knew how to handle him.

“That’s okay, Isobel,” he says with a smile, unfazed, “You can’t avoid it forever. I’ll just clean it with your juices, inside you.”

“Juices... that just sounds stupid,” I reply, turning for a moment to put the soap back now that I have finished cleaning the blood off him. When I turn back to face him I’m frozen to the spot when I meet empty air. I look around the bathroom and can’t spot him, so I do a full 360 to try and find him but he is gone.

Or so I think.

Suddenly a rush of air and physical force pushes me forward into the shower tiles and it takes me a moment to realise it is Maximus and not an enemy.

Well...

“What are you doing?” I hiss as I feel him hold my wrists behind me, and rope is suddenly applied to the equation. I look over my shoulder and I see him tie my wrists together.

“I do believe I owe you a spanking,” he replies all too happily, “And I want to make sure you can’t struggle – at all.”

“But –” I yelp out instead when he smacks my ass, hard.

“I’m sorry, my little hunter...” he leans up to my ear once more, “You can’t win this game – you’ll be begging for more before you even realise you’re moaning it.”

I try to back up off the shower wall but as I do I see him raise another hand, with more rope. Before I know it he is pulling it around the front of my face and into my gasping mouth. In seconds I am gagged as he ties a knot at the back of my head. All the while he is laughing good-naturedly.

“Just moans from now on, darling, that’s all I want to hear from you,” he slowly backs up from me, which allows me to step back as well – however my vision blurs as he picks me up swiftly, taking me to the bedroom using his ridiculously enhanced speed.

Before I know it I am lying across his knees, both of us still naked and dripping wet.

“You deserve this so bad, Isobel,” he states, just before his hand comes into contact with my wet ass. With his position and my angle, he hits hard and it stings. All I can manage is intelligible insults through the rope gaging me, “If you still want to try and talk back to me, even through that rope... this is going to take a lot longer than it has to.” I eventually give up my useless noises, and stay silent, closing my eyes as I wait for him to stop repeatedly smacking me.

I felt like such a kid.

Or a rebellious teenager being punished.

I just hated myself for loving it so much.

Maximus’ POV

She is so adorable, squirming and making cute little moans that she didn’t even realise she was now making as my palm came into contact with her very pink ass. I don’t know how long I do it for, because I get lost in the rhythm of hearing her react, her squirm and her body relaxing against mine as she mentally and physically surrenders to her position and her punishment.

“I think it won’t be so hard to make you into a good little obedient girl, Isobel,” I taunt her with a grin on my face, knowing this will rile her up some more and she wouldn’t be able to see my smile. Except she turns to look at me in that exact moment when I didn’t think she would and I still see fire burning in those beautiful passionate eyes.

But it’s a different fire, it’s not just passion to be heard when I had gagged her. It was arousal. I knew that look all too well and I was starting to smell it too.

“I think you want more than just spanking now, don’t you darling?” I grab her chin so we lock eyes as I say this and I see the flash in her eyes in response.

Oh yes, I was already breaking through her walls.

And she was loving it, relishing in it.

I slowly untie her wrists at her back, but I don’t take off the gag.

I pick her up as I stand and spin her around, positioning her on the bed so that her back is down and I am holding her ankles, holding her legs together.

“Not yet,” I tell her, to calm her nerves. She thought I was ready to fuck her – but not just yet.

No. I needed to taste her first.

I spread her legs, seeing her already wet pussy glistening with her juices. I can’t help but take the moment to glance up at Isobel and see the blood rush to her cheeks.

“I’m sorry I made your ass so sore,” I apologize, “But what I’m about to do to your pussy... is going to make it all worth while, but I’m not sure if I want you gagged. I want to hear you scream when you orgasm from my tongue,” I slowly climb on top of her, reaching for the rope around her head. I untie it and throw it to the side.

“Finally,” she gasps out, “I couldn’t breathe I was – I was...”

“Trying to pant? Oh I know,” I say, “How was that spanking, darling?”

“I can take much more than that!” She accuses, and I see the instant regret in her eyes at her choice of words. She was trying to be defiant, still... but she was just urging me on instead and she knew it, “That’s not what I meant!”

“I know exactly what you meant,” I can’t help staring at her cute embarrassed face this much longer, I change my tactic of being in total-control... to giving in a bit. I reach down and kiss her ever so softly on her lips, and there is a light fluttering gasp from her that I feel against my cheeks as I pull back to stare at her eyes.

I’m almost shocked at myself, it was the gentlest kiss I’d ever given her. The lightest kiss I’d ever given to any girl. Yet it held the most weight.

“I love you,” I blurt it out, staring down into her gorgeous eyes. She stops breathing as I say it but then surprises myself as she reaches up willingly and kisses me back, before resting her head back with a thump on the bed, a slow smile spreading across her lips.

“Thank you,” she whispers, “I – I think I love you too...” I grin instantly and I see her gasp when I bring up my hand unexpectedly between her legs and I cup her most intimate part, sliding a finger down the middle of her pussy, between her lips.

“Good,” I say, “Can I taste you now?” I don’t know why I ask it, but I want to here her answer it.

There is the slightest pause before she answers, “Yes.”

“Good girl,” I see the fire light up in her eyes once more and despite the brief lapse in time... the love game is back on again.

Isobel’s POV

I let him slide down my stomach, trailing slow kisses across my tingling, still damp skin. He slows down as he reaches the top of my V, right before he uses his fingers to spread my lips, exposing me to his tongue as he runs it smoothly from my hole up to my clit, repeating himself, he is literally licking me up.

I start squirming because its so intense and I can’t even think through the thick fog of arousal that is clouding my brain. It’s only when he stops abruptly and pulls up that I freeze and remember to breathe.

“Stop squirming,” he says, licking his lips, “I want to enjoy this more than you if possible,” he growls it but I know he doesn’t mean it as he buries his head in between my legs once more, his strong strokes getting faster and faster. And then he starts focusing on my clit and it is impossible not to squirm.

“Oh... stop!” It comes out breathless as I realize I am reaching a peak of heights I’ve never been to before, “Seriously... Maximus... I can’t – !” His relentless pressure causes my whole insides to clench and clench, the hot rush of my orgasm spreads through all my muscles, and I nearly scream before I bite my tongue – only to moan.

He doesn’t stop. My orgasm seems to spur him on. He sucks and licks up every last drop of me – only to induce more juices. No wonder he called them that... they seemed never ending with what he was doing to my pussy, and he loved drinking up my cum. Almost more than he loved sucking my blood.

No wonder the bastard wanted to take the gag out now, I couldn’t stop muttering and moaning incomprehensible things. I was so lost in the moment.

I’m not sure how long he continues but I orgasm again, it takes longer to arise but it’s even stronger than the first one. I have my eyes closed in pure ecstasy, and I notice an absence of warmth for a moment before he is suddenly encasing me in warmth. My eyes snap open and I see him lean in to whisper in my ear, his hands spreading over my ass and thighs – which were wet with my cum.

“You’re ready now,” he sounds almost as breathless as me, and then I realize he hadn’t even fucked me yet.

“No,” I moan, as I look at him as he looks down at me now, locking eyes with me, “It’s too much... I...”

“It’s just the beginning, darling,” he says, leaning down to kiss me as I feel his cock line up with my pussy, the big head slipping against my wet entrance, slowly probing inside.

“I take it back,” I say, panting, breaking away from his lips, “I love you, Maximus. I don’t think it. I know it."

“I know,” Maximus presses his lips to mine again, just as he thrusts forward, entering me. My whole body tenses before rippling with both pleasure and pain at how full I suddenly feel. He had pushed in, nearly all the way. I whimper from the intensity and his throbbing cock slowly leaves me, making me moan, needing it back.

I get what I want.

He slides back in, easily, from my previous orgasms. The intensity is almost too much to handle and I don’t know how I’m managing to stay conscious as he starts fucking me. He doesn’t start fast or slow, but he has a steady pace that drives me insane almost instantly. I feel myself moving with him, even as he locks lips with my own and explores my mouth with his tongue. I can taste myself on him and it just makes me clench around him tighter, which makes him speed up his thrusts.

I couldn’t believe I was in this much heaven all at once.

With a vampire I loved.

I wanted Maximus, like this, forever.

It felt right. As I finally reach a third orgasm and he releases himself inside me, I decide I don’t want to be without him.

I wanted him to turn me again so we were even more bound together.

He was mine, just as much as I belonged to him.