When Hurricane Katrina tore apart New Orleans, many left. Some saw an opportunity and moved in. They live like they never did before, no longer afraid or hiding in the shadows. Their name is whispered: the Newcomers.
Madeline dresses Goth, but she knows little of the true life. New to the city, Madeline is drawn into the evil darkness that pervades the city at night when the Newcomers come out to seek their prey. The Newcomers know her secret, fighting to be the one that will take her innocence and drink the blood of a virgin. Will Madeline succumb to their power, eager for the touch of a strong man that would take her like she only dreamed of, bound, unable to stop him from doing anything he wants to her innocent body? Will the Newcomers toss Madeline aside once they snatched her innocence, or is she destined to become much more?
“Bound and Bitten” is Powerone’s classic novel of the struggle between vampires that use their power to seduce the innocent and feed their lust for blood and those that seek them out, wanting to be taken by the ultimate Alpha male, to be used for his pleasure in any manner, no matter how perverted or deadly.
Everyone at the table suddenly became silent as he walked in, Madeline looking up at him. He was at least six feet two, thick arms and legs, a chiseled chest that was encased in a tight, black pullover that clung to every rippling muscle. As Madeline’s eyes now did, they instantly moved to his crotch, the tight black jeans plastered to his thick thighs and the bulge of his prick. Her fingers twitched as if they were touching his prick, feeling how hard it was. He was wearing a pair of black leather boots that sounded like a jackhammer pounding on the floor with each step he took. Four others followed him, but all eyes including hers were on him. She finally looked at his face, seeing him staring directly at her as if no one else was in the room. She felt ashamed that she was sitting on Nicholas’s lap and his hand was under her dress and slowly masturbating her. He didn’t smile, but she instantly felt secure near him. He had stubble on his face as though he hadn’t shaved in days, his cheeks hollowed around his bones. His hair was jet black and swept back, his sideburns long. His eyes were staring at her, a shiver racing up her spine as she shoved Nicholas’s hand out from under her dress. His black eyes seemed to pierce her soul as if he could read her mind. Who was he?
Angelique looked at Madeline, jealous as he barely even recognized her or looked at her. What could he see in someone like Madeline? She had so much more to offer. Angelique got off Jason’s lap, brushing him aside as if he didn’t even exist. Her voice purred sex when she said his name. “Despre.”
Madeline should have known when the table went silent in respect to him. So this was the mysterious stranger in the black Cadillac Escalade. She couldn’t take her eyes off of his, as though she was in a trance. She thought it was the Ecstasy, her body limp and unresponsive, but his words sent energy through her body.
“Dance with me.” His deep, booming voice struck a note deep within her. Madeline stood up as if in a trance and walked out to the dance floor, not even turning around to see if he was behind her. She could feel his presence, not behind her, but in her. Everyone stepped out of her way as she walked out, though she knew it wasn’t her that was doing it; it was Despre. Even the DJ changed the song, from a slow sexy song to a hard, driving beat heavy with bass. She could feel her body responding to the music as she turned around to face him. He overpowered her, not just in stature, but his mind overpowered her mind. She felt as though she had no free will, just like in her masturbatory fantasies. Was Despre the one that made me do things that I would never consent to? Would he take my virginity from me and make me a woman?
Madeline shivered when his large hands reached out; waiting for the moment they would touch her. Larger than Nicholas’s, she stared as them until she felt the masculine touch of his hands on her slim waist. She felt the pressure of his hands, feeling as if he could squeeze and her body would pop. It scared her and excited her as he drew her close to him. She looked into his eyes as they hypnotized her, his hands drawing her close to him as her hips moved to the music almost as if she were making love to him for the first time. Her mind conjured up the image of his naked body enveloping hers in bed, her legs pushed out to the side by his wide hips, reaching down to grab that magnificent prick hidden beneath his jeans and rubbing it up and down her slit until she got it wet with her arousal. His mouth would crush hers as his weight sank onto her small body, his prick piercing her as his kiss silenced her cry of pain as he took her innocence from her with the powerful shove of his hips. Madeline was brought back to reality when her gyrating hips touched the bulge in his pants, feeling the throbbing organ that must be as big as a baby’s arm. She wanted so much to reach down and free it from its tight confines.
He lifted up her chin so he could stare into her eyes, her eyes frightened yet excited at the same time. Despre inhaled deeply, her secret drawing him to her. “You are a virgin.” It was a statement, not a question. He could smell her virgin blood before he had even met her. He knew when she came to town, seeking her out, surprised that she was with Angelique and her friends. She obviously didn’t know who she was connected with.
She couldn’t have stopped her lower body from moving, even if she wanted to. Despre was drawing her nearer, his hand on her chin making her rise up on her toes, his other hand around her waist as he drew her against the hard prick. Her hips began to grind her mound on his prick, Despre not moving, making her do all the work.
“You are mine.” His words were a warning to Madeline, knowing that her virginity would be his for the asking. He could see into her mind, knowing what she was thinking, knowing what she was desired, and he would use that against her.
Madeline was afraid of what he would make her do for him. His hands engulfed Madeline’s small body, drawing it against his muscular chest and his powerful prick. His hands slid effortlessly over her ass, one hand easily able to engulf her buttock and squeeze it as his prick rubbed erotically against her mound. It wasn’t him moving, but her hips that were rubbing against him as if she were fucking him in front of everyone. She was finally able to draw her eyes from his hypnotic stare, looking around the dance floor, everyone looking at them as if they were on display. She didn’t know whether to be proud that she was with Despre or ashamed at obscenely fucking him on the dance floor as everyone watched. She found that both excited her.
For ten minutes, they danced, if you could call it that. Any moment she expected him to hike up her dress, rip her panties from her, slip his prick into her virgin pussy and take her brutally. Or maybe she just wished he would. His prick continued to slide up and down her slit, driving deeper between her lips until she felt the long, thick prick move up and find her clit. He held her tightly against him, unable to draw away from the increasing passion of his prick on her clit, her hips unwilling to respond to her, moving back and forth rhythmically.
He sensed her excitement, finding just the right place, the thick head of his prick rubbing back and forth over her aroused clit, Madeline fighting the urge to cum. He looked down at her, drawing her head up, bending forward so he could kiss the sweet, innocent girl. Despre wanted her to know that he knew when she responded to him, her hips moving faster, her breathing heavy, her eyes pleading with him to let her stop rubbing against his prick. She was ready to cum, and he was not going to let her stop until she did it in front of him. “Imagine that it is my cock that is going to make you cum,” Despre ordered her, feeling her body trembling as she neared the moment when she would cum for him. Her lower lip quivered. “Cum on my cock, Madeline.”
It was when he said her name, rolling off his lips as he ordered her to have an orgasm in front of everyone, which sent her over the edge. She never felt anything like it, her hips racing back and forth, rubbing his prick against her clit until the pleasure exploded in her body. Madeline arched her back to rub her sensitive nipples into his hard chest, his mouth engulfing hers in a passionate kiss as she screamed into his mouth. She could barely stand on her two legs, but her hips refused to stop rubbing against his prick as wave after wave of pleasure raced through her body as she imagined it was his prick fucking her, deep strokes sending his burning sperm deep into her body. She felt shame, pleasure, and excitement, all of them at one time. His kiss took her breath away, struggling for air at the same time the powerful orgasm swept over her body.
He felt her body go limp in his hands, as he almost carried her back to the table, sitting her down next to the boy that was pawing at her before. Despre gave him a cold, hard stare as he moved away. “I will see you soon, Madeline.” He walked off, leaving them staring at him as he did.
