#WIPITUP Wednesday with Melody Parks – Sky Diving #BDSM

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Hello and welcome to WIP IT and boy have we gone and WIPPED it up today. You’ll see another side to our ALPHA MALE vampire ‘Monsieur Martinet’ and his dare devil exploits continue. More humour, less sex… but never fear, next week is ALL SEX. I’m on the last chapter. It’s nearly finished. I know, I KNOW, I keep saying that – but really it is. 55,000 words now and it had better be finished by 60,000 or I’ll still be going until 2029. Seriously this last chapter has been whispering to me all week…
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Sky Diving

Martinet usually enjoyed the scramble down the limestone cliff, which on a normal day would have taken him barely a minute or two. Alas, things were not going to be that straightforward today. His body was jerking uncontrollably at every opportunity and his vampiric strength was non-existent. This was going to be messy and it was going to hurt. On the plus side, he was no stranger to pain and it certainly wouldn’t hurt as much as the holy water incident. Trying his hardest to think up strategies that wouldn’t involve the near loss of a limb, he debated the options before him.

Option 1: Dive down the cliff headfirst, hope to land somewhere close to the opening portal of his cave and scramble as best as he was able to the entrance.

Option one was not particularly inspiring. It would most definitely involve several broken bones, more bleeding and lots of swearing.

Option 2: Find a handy rope ladder, climb down the cliff and exit at the appropriate moment.

Option two was great, but rope ladders in this day and age were in short supply.

Option 3: Find a reel of rope, abseil down the cliff and improvise or swear where necessary.

Option three was the most realistic of the lot, and he was fairly confident there was a reel of rope stored in the out shed of the villa, which was always kept unlocked and should be relatively easy to retrieve. In just a few minutes, he had obtained some white, nylon rope, one end of which he had somehow managed to tie around his waist and the other, he had tied around the cast iron latch handle of the shed door. He really hoped someone had screwed the thing in firmly, because if they hadn’t he was shortly going to find it hurtling down the cliff towards him.

It would have been sensible to tie it to something a little more sturdy, like the Audi perhaps, but he liked to live life on the edge; quite literally as it happened.

He walked slowly to the ledge before him, tested the messy, double knot around his waist and was less than impressed with the security it provided. Oh well. Looking down at the black pit of what was unmistakeably very hard rock below, he grimaced, sucked in his cheeks and then jumped.

 

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Without a single thought of misgiving, Martinet lept backwards off the cliff. That was one of the advantages, if you could call it that, of being a vampire. Death wasn’t particularly scary. Yes, broken bones were an inconvenience, blood was a highly desirable commodity to be kept inside the body at all times and flesh still stung when you scraped and bruised it, but overall his body healed itself within minutes rather than days when these kinds of events struck. That still didn’t mean he liked getting hurt in any way, shape or form, but as the years went by his pain tolerance seemed to increase with them. That was probably a good thing, because he had a bad feeling about this.

The first part of the jump went tolerably well. Air whistled up his body, chilled his skin to the bone, and the cliff stayed away from his body. This was good. He had allowed himself about two hundred metres of rope, because that was, approximately, where the entrance to his home lay down the cliff face. Far enough down so that no enterprising tourists/rock climbers would manage to make it without one hell of a struggle, but not too far that it would be a tedious journey for himself every evening. All was going swimmingly until the makeshift bungee he had created for himself extended to its full reach. There was a sharp twang, and an almighty force was exerted against his abdomen as the rope bounced back upwards towards the cliff. He’d expected that, and at this point things were still looking good. No nasty bumps, no rope burn, no broken ribs. So far, this was a grand day out in his opinion, but it was not to last. When he began plummeting downwards again, he caught a glimpse of the narrow opening to his underground cave. He was within perhaps six or seven metres of the thing and he tried to sway his body towards it, when the rope reached the end of its limit once more. This time, when he waited for the bounce back up, it didn’t happen. Martinet cursed a century’s worth of hard-earned cuss words as his body began to plummet to the floor below.

The bloody handle did hit him on the head. He’d had a feeling it would, but he had no time to mourn his misfortune. The cliff face was hurtling towards him at a rate of knots and if he didn’t do something quickly, it was going to give him a visage that would make Freddy Kruger look rather dishy. Alas, his options were rather limited, so he got his talons out and turned his face to the side. There was a few seconds of nothing but pleasurable silence and then a sickening crunch as his body hit the wall of limestone rock at a velocity that send several nasty cracks running through it. As his cheek bone smashed into the wall, he had the foresight to angle his head back, but the damage had been done. His talons scraped anxiously for purchase, but did little more than rearrange some fallen scree before he began hurtling downwards again, ready for round two. Martinet vs. the wall. Geez, this was a fun game.

The second time he bounced into the cliff, he was ready for it. The same cheekbone slammed against the rock, because he saw no point breaking two of the things, and his talons sunk painfully deep into the rock. The noise of them could be likened to someone scraping chalk against a blackboard, but he used considerably more force. The good news was he was now stationary. The bad news was he was half-way up a mountain with a sheer drop both below and above him, that and the fact that his manicurist might never speak to him again. Still, he guessed that he could be grateful he’d worn rubber soled shoes this evening. They were going to come in handy. Placing them both flat against the cliff, he began scrambling upwards.

Adrenaline and pain focused him as nothing else could, and after about ten minutes of scrabbling, clawing and swearing, he found the entrance to his cave. He flopped down, absolutely exhausted, on the narrow ledge that led into a small tunnel that burrowed steeply into the mountain side. He would need to give himself a couple of seconds before he attempted that, but the knowledge that fresh blood was only a few metres away would shortly spur him on. He could almost smell the stuff.

The prequel to desiring death can be found in the anthology ‘Masquerade’ and you can pick up your copy by clicking on any of the pictures 😉

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6 thoughts on “#WIPITUP Wednesday with Melody Parks – Sky Diving #BDSM

  1. Hold on a second. What’s wrong with him that he can’t use vampire strength? Did V do some ass kicking and he managed to scramble away and now needs to rejuvenate with a meal and some rest? Did the holy water inhibit his vamp powers? I’m glad your almost done with this one. I am on edge over here wondering when these two are going to agree to call of the war, realizing how good they are together.

    I hope you have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Christina. So long as you make time to write some of that last chapter. 😉
    Thanks for your sweet comment over on my blog. I did stomp, stamp and cuss. I even kicked the dog (on accident of course) in process. I feel much better now though ☺ And knowing your close to finishing this book puts a wide grin on my face. Dancing With Death is wonder tease into this story. I finished the anthology a couple of nights ago and will review soon. Yours and Dakota Sky’s are my favorites from the book. I can see myself hunting down Miss Sky in the near future for more of her sauciness.

    • Yes, Dominating Justice was an excellent romp of a tale 🙂 You have excellent taste 🙂 I’d love to know how the tasty judge gets his own back ~grin~ Hope that pen of yours is flying now and that the rant is long over 🙂 xx Happy Holidays! xx

  2. I loved that – I’m thinking what my favorite part was. I think I just liked it all. You have a great sense of humor and I wish you strength as you finish this and I also wish you would not go into 2029 with it… 🙂

  3. Yes, indeed – please finish this! I love the humor – and especially giggled at the thought of him having his talons manicured – funny stuff! Naturally, I’m looking forward to more!! 🙂

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