I start walking again, slow and methodical. Every step is important when stalking prey. Helena is trying to back out of my reach without me knowing. I can’t let that happen. I’m just getting started. With a quickness I’ve never possesed, I grab her by her wrists and pin her to the table. She squirms under me like an insect, green eyes wide with fear. Our faces are close. Her heaving breath warm on my cheeks. I stare at her for long seconds then kiss her as hard as I can. Our lips are mashing together, her moans of terror muffled by the sudden collision. I force her lips open and penetrate her mouth with my tongue. I can feel her trying so hard to resist, but her need is stronger than her will. I take both her wrists in my left hand and with my right I begin to caress that pretty neck that seems to always catch my eye. My hand fits snuggly around it as if it were made to fit. I tighten my grip little by little and feel her start to panic. I’m not going to kill her, though it wouldn’t take long. Add a little pressure and a quick twist and the job is done. To show her that murder is not my intent, I glide my fingers downward past her collarbone and to her breast. Her nipple puckers with anticipation as I wave my hand over it, just out of reach. With my index finger, I trace the outline of her aureola over and over again as goosebumps form. My circles move inward as I reach the center. Her nipple is rock hard and aching for me to soothe it. Not yet. You haven’t suffered anything yet.

   I turn my focus on her entire breast now, taking its entire weight in my hand. I squeeze it and feel Helena force her entire body against mine. Almost there. I decide to give her a glimpse of the pleasure I can give by dipping my head down and barely grazing the top her nipple. Now it is Helena with the abnormal strength as she bucks hard enough to almost throw me off of her. Lick. She bites her lips and shuts her eyes tightly. Lick. She bites her lip harder as her nostrils flare. Lick. She bites as hard as she can as blood begins to lazily drip from her lip. I play vampire and kiss it away from her lips. I feel revitalized by the copper- tasting fluid and continue down the vast landscape that is her body. I reach my final destination and stop and revel at what is before my eyes. That wolf-like grin has once again found itself plastered on my face. If she thinks I was teasing her before, baby is she in for a wild ride. I nudge her thighs wider apart to give myself enough room. Her clit, throbbing and red, peeks out from her swollen lips like a spy. I take the tip of tongue and gently flick it upward. Her legs begin to move in like a vice grip. This won’t do. How am I to work in such a confined space? "Keep your legs where I put them or from now on all you will know is unending pain. Got that?" She tries to speak but nothing more but a squeak leaves her mouth so she nods instead. "Showing a little power there aren’t we, Bette? I think a chill just ran up my spine." She gives a fake shudder and another devilish grin. I ignore her and continue with the business at hand. To make sure she understood our little agreement, I give her clit another flick. Her thighs begin to quiver but stay in place. Good girl.