Bate

by Jessie Rose Case

  Ena turned and went back to her meal. It was late and she needed to eat before bed. Re-taking her seat she put the Sig on the table turning the TV down and began to eat. She knew he’d find her. She heard the car pull up while she finished off her salad and waited for him to come in through the kitchen door from the hallway. She heard him knock on the kitchen frame. Cute. “I think we both know your in.” She told him dryly taking a last mouthful. He poked his head around the door. Ena indicated the gun, “am I gonna need that?” He looked at it. “No mam, I’m here from Arturo, security. My man is outside and will remain outside discretely.” Ena took her hand off the gun. “There’s coffee if you’d like some.”

  Out of habit Ena sat in the seat with her back to the wall with a clear view of the back door, the kitchen house door and the kitchen itself. She pulled her robe around her and picked up her coffee cup looking over at the male now standing in her kitchen pouring himself coffee. “Maybe we should introduce ourselves?” She asked. “That would be good,” the male told her. “I’m Blane, I own the club you were in with Arturo, as well as some other businesses in the area and I’m also part of his team.” He turned around to face her. “Ena,” she told him. “So how’s this meant to work exactly?” She was tired and it was starting to show. Blane drank some of his coffee and seemed to approve of it. “You have our protection now. Your family. More than that you need to speak with Arturo.” He was a soldier, she knew what that meant. “Aren’t you meant to be at your club?” He shook his head, “not tonight.” “Ok well, good job on finding me but I’m crashing.” Ena picked up the pen and paper on the table and wrote the security codes for the house and grounds. “If you need to re-set them those are the security codes. I’ll change them in the morning.”

  Ena went to pick up the cheesecake, “are you not eating that?” Blane asked. Ena looked up at him, “hungry,” he told her shrugging. “No, I’m done, enjoy.” She leaned forward and put the Sig back under the table. Turning she left him to it, walking out into the hall and climbing the stairs. It had been a weird day and she wanted to put it behind her. Her questions would wait until tomorrow.

  Blane had watched her leave. When she had bent forward to replace the Sig he had nearly reached out for her and stripped it from her body and took her on the table. Her robe had opened to give him a clear view of her breast, it was unintentional, naïve unaware of her pull, she had not given the movement a second thought or known what it would expose to him. There was no titillation, no sexual over tone, just her moving her Sig back securely into its holder. His body had heated, alive with need, his erection burst forth filing his trousers giving him an uncomfortable couple of hours that he had had to work off. He had no idea why she called to him in that way but it was clear that his body wanted her.

  Ena’s alarm went off at 6.30am as normal. She quickly got out of bed and freshened up in her bathroom putting on workout clothes. Heading down to the kitchen she suddenly realised that she might still have company. Ena listened as she approached the kitchen door. Pushing it open she found the room empty and a fresh pot of coffee waiting on her. Ena grinned. She liked that. Grabbing a mug she filled it with coffee and added some cream starting her stretches. Five minutes later she was pretty warmed up and the coffee gone. Opening the fridge she took out her juice cup and headed for the front door. Checking the security was off she opened it and walked through. It was a crisp morning but those were the best days. She strode out into the early morning heading down the driveway, it was still dark sun up still to come and slowly she increased her pace to jogging and then moved into her running pace. Determined that she’d get in three miles today.

  Blane watched as he’d stayed out of Ena’s way. He’d heard her getting up and wanted to give her some space. She wasn’t used to security. He watched her exit the kitchen and noticed the running gear. While she checked on the camera’s he informed his driver to keep up with her at a discreet distance, only act if he needed to.

  Ena had run her circuit and checked her watch, 27 minutes and she was heading for the driveway. Not bad. She ran pushing herself on, she would make it in under 28. She was still fit and kept it up as much as possible. Half way down the drive way she pulled it back to a jog, the last 10 metres she dropped it to a fast walk then slowed it down. At the door she stretched out again and walked in heading for the gym.

  Blane stood at the entrance to the kitchen and watched Ena stride into the house and head down the stairs. He knew she was headed to the gym. He’d been all over the house while she slept. He now had a complete lay out of the building. Not wanting to disturb her, he followed slowly behind. Standing at the glass doorway he watched as she opened a fridge door and took out some water in what appeared to be a work out room. He watched as Ena put down her empty one from her run and opened the new one taking a long drink, the water ran down the side of her mouth and down her neck. Blane noticed she let it run, taking off her trainers. Blane felt a heated bodily response. He wanted to lick up that water. Taste her. It was a powerful reminder that this woman fired his senses.

  Ena put the water down and moved to the area of bars and weights. She started her routine. Pull ups. Sit ups. Push ups. Shaking them out she moved onto leg and arm weights, then moved to the mats. Ena picked up her water and downed it. Her muscles burned. It was the best feeling in the world. Shaking out again and moving her neck side to side, she walked over to the sound system and loaded her music. Ena rolled her shoulders and neck. Moving forward she took her position. The music sounded low and soothing and Ena started the first movement and slipped seamlessly into the second.

  Blane watched Ena moving through her Tai Chi. It was mesmerising. A deadly ballet. Her ability to hold position as strong as her physical strength. For 20 minutes Ena worked through her routine as one song moved into another. Blane had been mesmerised by it. She was grace and danger wrapped up in one package. He wanted to join her, move his body with hers, add his strength to her own and show her some moves of his own. It was the one of the most difficult things he had ever done, just to stand by and watch.

  The rhythm and music took over. Ena lost herself and all time in the Tai Chi. The movements a routine she had been doing for over 30 years. Taught young by her father. It gave grace and balance to her life. It also bonded several martial arts. Some of which she had taken up over the years to add to her knowledge. The music ended as she made the final move. She held it and stood straight breathing steadily. It always gave her such focus. Moving back to the music system Ena turned it off, drank the rest of her water and headed to the basement door. She could smell the chlorine before going into the room. The final part of her exercise, 30 minutes of against flow swimming of the pool. Ena striped off and walked to the shower. Turning it on she quickly rinsed the sweat from her body, turned off the shower and walked to the pool edge and dived in.

  Blane nearly came in his pants. Ena had clearly forgotten they were there. She had walked into the pool room and stripping as she went and showered practically in front of him. He’d turned when he realised what she was doing, too late the image of her body under the cascading water burnt into him. He had seen perfection and his beast cried out. He paced struggling for control, every instinct telling him to take what belonged to him. He would not go into the pool room. If he did, it was likely he’d be naked very quickly and swimming would be forgotten for fucking. Blane knocked his head against the wall trying to clear the image of her subline naked body from his mind. He ignored it when he broke skin, he ignored it when plaster came away from the wall, the touch of a hand woke him from the mental block he’d put in place.

  Ena finished her laps and put a towel around herself to quickly dry off when she came out of the pool and had presence of mind to slip on a robe. She’d remembered while doing her laps and going over the events of the previous day that she had company in the house. Although she’d seen the guard in the garden get in the car to follow her she had accepted it as one of the team as in her army days and not thought
much else about it. Being shy didn’t work in the military. She wasn’t an exhibitionist either. Being in the military you tended to forget things like modesty but she felt embarrassed that she had just stripped off earlier with no consideration that the house was not empty. It was dumb and stupid. She exited the pool room and came face to face with Blane hitting his head against the concrete block wall. He was bleeding and breaking plaster. He didn’t appear to hear or see her. Ena wondered what had pulled his strings. She walked forward and reached out to touch his arm. It took a moment for her presence to register with him. Blane turned towards her. His eyes firing. “You having a breakdown?” She asked. “Should I call mental health for a pick up? Cos that’s not normal and you need to get your shit together.”

  Blane registered the words and looked at her. His mind focused. His beast rose. “You should move. Go shower. Now.” He told her unable to hold back his emotion. Ena stared at him then coolly leaned in. “Don’t ever presume to tell me what to do vamp.” Blane stood back and watched her walk away from him. Fuck he was on fire. “And you will be paying for that damage.” She told him walking up the stairs over her shoulder. Blane smiled. He hadn’t had this much fun in years. Taking deep breaths, he got his beast under control and followed Ena back to the first floor. He heard her go up the stairs to her room and he continued to walk on to the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what time she opened the shop, he hadn’t checked but he guessed she’ll be looking for coffee and food when she came down and he badly needed something to focus on other than her. Blane walked to the fridge and opened the door. He could eat. Grabbing several items, he moved to the counter and put them down and returned for some more. He appreciated that Ena had good fresh food, it looked organic just how he liked it. Blane set about looking for the pans he needed and utensils. He washed and scrubbed items then cut them up. Grabbing some rapeseed oil he put some in the pan and added seasoning and cooked it off before adding his cut ingredients, keeping it light on the salt, he fried them lightly softening the vegetables, then whipped up 8 eggs, milk, a dash of cream and butter seasoning again and having tossed the vegetables and satisfied they were on the right side of soft he doused the pan with the egg mixture, tossing it over and resettling itself on a low heat, then added the strong mature grated cheese and blobs of mozzarella to the top. Blane cut the ciabatta he’d found and had it ready for toasting.

  The smell of cooking permeated her bedroom as she finished dressing. He was cooking? Ok she could go for that. Ena finished off with a bit of light makeup and headed down the stairs. She wasn’t sure what he’d cooked but boy did it smell good. Ena opened the kitchen door and found Blane hovering over the stove and toaster. “Heard you coming, breakfast will be a couple of minutes if you could pour the coffee. Juice glasses are out if you want juice.” He told her. Ena looked around her. He had set the table. She felt a little confused. Why had he done all this? Opening the fridge door she grabbed the juice carton and took it to the table and took both cups to the coffee machine and poured them out returning to the table and sitting down. She needed coffee. Adding a little cream she took a sip. It was good. Suddenly a plate appeared beside her. She leaned back to let him put it on the table. He’d made an omelette with toast. It looked so good. Ena looked up and genuinely smiled. “Thank you it looks great.” He placed some butter on the table and then came back with his own. It was twice the size of hers. Wow guess he’s hungry. Ena picked up her fork and cut a bit off and popped it in her mouth. The flavours busting on her tongue. “OMG, that is amazing,” she said swallowing. Blane gave a slight twinge around his mouth and huffed. OK, she thought not much of a talker and tucked in to her breakfast.

  Blane felt good. He had calmed his beast and fed his woman. Hooaah, where did that come from? She was not his. Blane watched Ena tuck into her breakfast, she had a hearty appetite, he liked that, not like those stick women who picked at their food, starving themselves for some male’s attention. Stupid. He was enthralled by the buttering of her toast and the sucking of the butter from her fingers. He was instantly hard all over again, closing his eyes he put more food in his mouth. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea? “So what was that down stairs?” He heard her ask. Blane opened his eyes. She was looking in her coffee cup. “Want some more coffee?” He asked. Ena got up and collected the coffee pot and brought it back to the table putting it on a mat. “Good defection.” She told him. Emmm cleaver. Blane was busted.

  She poured more coffee into both their cups. Then looked at him waiting on an answer. He didn’t want to explain it. How do you admit you were watching her naked in the shower without looking a pervert? It made him nervous. “What do you know about the beast?” He blurted. He watched as Ena collected her thoughts. “It’s like a parasite, lives with you in harmony, has a bond to you, is part of the vampire trait. Tends to be dormant as long as emotions or need don’t become a problem, then it can take over the host and go after what it needs. Survival above all else. Younger vamps struggle to contain the beast it will often run riot for many years until they gain the control needed. It is why strict rules are imposed and care is taken. It has little in the way of conscience and if allowed, can become ruthless, a killer, without moral grounding and the need for blood out of control. They can become addicts, no reasoning, no understanding, all-consuming need. It takes great strength to have the level of control that a master can achieve.”

  She knew a lot, thought Blane. “That is all correct. My beast looked upon you and the temptation rose, the only way to control it was to cause pain, so I did.” Ena stared at him. He was expecting shock, it didn’t come. She frowned. “You hurt yourself because of me?” Blane nodded. “That is not acceptable. Whatever the problem is you need to resolve it.” She told him bluntly. Blane stared at her. “That would require me fucking you over and over again until both my beast and I were satisfied and you were screaming my name begging me to fuck you harder, it would be aggressive, relentless and letting the beast out to play. I don’t think you want that.” He told her honestly.

  Heat flooded her body and rode her as he spoke. Ena had never heard a male express his need so clearly. Her breasts felt heavy her nipples hardened her panties soaked. She had never been so turned on. She was on fire. She realised the moment Blane caught her scent. He lifted his head, his eyes flared and he breathed in deep. He placed both hands on the table and grabbed the edge. He was fighting for control. Ena liked that she had made this male want her so badly that he had to fight against it. It had been a long time between lovers. The sex had often been disappointing. She liked her sex with an edge. They often failed to bring it. Ena had a strong feeling that it would be far from disappointing with this male. “You need to go and go now.” He told her, the voice so low it was almost not human any longer. She continued to look at him. There was no softness there. Pure instinct and need. He wanted to take. His eyes feral. “You wanna fuck me Blane? Let’s get to it.” She told him. The words barely out of her mouth before he moved faster than she could track, pulling her out of her chair in a blink of an eye.

  Blane moved her bodily over to the counter and turned her to face it holding her in place with one hand and reaching under her skirt with the other ripping her panties away. He pulled her arse back towards him. Shoving his hand into her wetness and her heat as he found her clit and felt her pulsing need. Plunged two fingers into her heat, he circled her clit with his thumb.

  Ena held back the cry that tried to force its way out. It was tight but she was wet and could take it. “Done waiting,” she panted. “Hurt you,” Blane squeeze out pumping her with his fingers. “Now Blane.” She demanded. He pumped her a couple more times then withdrew his fingers from her and positioned himself at her entrance, she pushed back against him urging him on. He trust in and embedded himself in her. It was beyond good. She was so full and could feel every inch of him. “Dam that feels good. Move, you speak a good fuck now fuck me,” her own need taking over.

  Blane fought his beast for control, he didn’t wa
nt to hurt her. She was demanding and smelt like heaven. He was desperate to hold on, give her time to adjust to him, not let the beast take over. The moment she ordered him to fuck her his control cracked and slipped and the beast came out to play. He grabbed the neck of the top she was wearing, nicked it with his razor sharp nails and ripped it apart from her body and threw it to one side. He withdrew his cock and slammed it back into her. Ena cried out, “yes.” He pulled the straps of her bra down her arms and yanked it down to her waist freeing her breasts. Reaching up to grab them he rammed back into her cupping her breasts and rolling the nipples in his fingers. “Mine,” he told her, “your mine now,” and started too fuck her hard.

  Ena held onto the counter. Blane was hammering into her. It was tight, deep and she felt stretched. One hand was now stroking her clit, the other pulling, stroking and rolling her nipple into hyper sensitivity, her body on fire under the onslaught. Her bodies need to come strangling her breathing. She was close. “So close,” she called out in a strained voice reaching back to stroke his thigh. Blane let go of her breast and grasped her hair pulling her up slightly exposing her neck to him, he pounded into her. “Do you like that female? Feel my cock slamming into your pussy, going deep inside you? I can feel you at my tip. Feel your womb begging me for my seed.” Ena panted. This male had a way with words. He let go of her hair and clit and lifted her hips plunging back into her. He was deeper now. “More I need more,” she cried out and dug her nails into his thigh. He let go of her and put his hand on her shoulder, changed position slightly and slid into her again catching her G spot as he did, Ena cried out, “yes there,”