by Megan Hawke
And he did. "Good boy." I continued to stroke him. "Yeah."
Very little seed came out. So this wasn't his first trip to the Privacy Rooms that night. I left the condom on him. He would think we really did do all the things he was fantasizing about.
"Corey, my little perv. You will go to sleep. When you wake up, you will believe all your fantasies were real. Now sleep."
Corey went to sleep, with a big smile on his face. I wondered what he'd recall afterwards. What sick, perverted fantasies would he think I engaged in with him?
A door opened out in the hallway. I froze, listening. My first thought was Darcy. I glanced at the doorknob. No lock. Probably for the safety of their slutty staff. Bad for me. Then I heard footsteps that were too heavy to be a woman.
Moving to the door, I waited for the footsteps to pass. Just past my door was the fire exit, and it opened with a rather loud scraping metallic groan. I quietly peeked out and spotted the back of Hector's head as he passed through the fire exit. Why was he leaving out the back?
Once the fire exit closed, I slipped out and headed for the room Hector just vacated. It all felt wrong. The door was next to the base of the stairs. I heard Darcy's voice above. Looking up, I spotted the top of her head. I recognized the voice of the person she was speaking with. The redhead.
I froze. Running was the only sensible option. Immediate departure, but I had to know, so I opened the door and looked in. The smell of spilled human blood washed over me and my throat tightened. Enrique was staring straight at me, still sprawled on the bed. My heart dropped into my stomach and I expected him to cry out.
Enrique didn't cry out. Enrique didn't blink. I couldn't feel the surge of flowing blood in him, and he had no aura. His neck was a bloody ruin. A chill washed through me. Hector killed him. Why? He was so full of life.
Stepping inside, I closed the door and hurried over to him. Even though sprawled on the bed, Enrique was fully clothed. Well, as clothed as he was when he entered the room. But, there was something different. I couldn't put my finger on it at first.
"Oh my God, Hector's Changing him." More specifically, Hector was reanimating him. I was Changed since I was alive when the Changing process began. Enrique was killed, and then blood put in his death wound. Reanimation. As a rule, Changed vampires were more powerful than reanimated vampires.
His eyes weren't that dry, glazed over look of the truly dead. He was not starting to "deteriorate." Up close, I spotted the beginning of a vampire aura, so faint I blinked twice to be sure of what I saw.
"How horrible."
Maybe not horrible for Enrique. He probably wanted to be a vampire. Hector was undoubtedly rewarding him for loyal thrall services rendered, or something equally perverse. Or maybe Hector liked him so much he wanted him as his sexual plaything for eternity, so was making him immortal. Whatever it was, I didn't like it. That blood-thirsty monster would be the vampire to mold poor Enrique, and he would be transformed into a merciless killing machine loyal to Clive.
"I'm so sorry, Enrique."
I knifed my right hand deep into his belly, just below the sternum. I could never have done that as a human. My extended and locked fingers pierced his skin easily, the only sound a meaty thunk. I drove my hand up to his silent heart, grasped it, and ripped it out of his chest. Enrique's budding vampire aura vanished. Now poor Enrique was truly dead.
"I really am sorry."
It wouldn't have been so bad if I knew he didn't want to be a vampire. Most minions dreamed of undead immortality. Vampires were at least their prophets, if not their gods.
I didn't know what to do with the heart. Putting it in my clutch did occur to me, but that was disgusting. The blood would ruin it and everything inside. I wished I'd thought to bring a ziplock baggie. I couldn't leave it behind since someone might put it back in the body and a vampire would be born.
I took the blood-dripping heart over to the toilet. It was too large to simply flush, so I started tearing off chucks. I got the whole heart down in three flushes. Then I turned to the sink, and with copious amounts of soap and water washed the blood off my hands and arms. I had to remove the right glove and wash it separately since the lacing didn't want to release its captured blood very easily.
Since Enrique was already dead and his blood had mostly pooled in the lowest parts, there was virtually no splatter when I penetrated his body with my hand. Cleanup was relatively simple.
"Rest in peace, Enrique."
I eased the door open and checked the hallway. It was between songs out on the dance floor, so I could hear Darcy's voice upstairs. She was asking about me. They didn't know my name, but I was fitting her description, and I was down in one of the Privacy Rooms. They knew which one, too. Corey had room ten. They also knew someone had left through the fire exit, but not who.
I never dreamed they would have assigned rooms. Darcy thanked them with a distinct gloat in her voice and started down the stairs. The next song kicked in and drowned out the sound of her descent. I closed the door, heart racing.
Pressing my ear to the door, I followed Darcy's progress down the hall and into Corey's room. She was in Corey's room several minutes, then I heard her leave through the fire exit. That was my cue. I opened the door as quietly as possible and peeked out. The hall was empty, so I slipped out and headed up the stairs.
Everyone looked surprised to see me.
"Did you see the other vampire?" the redhead said.
I so wanted to bite her.
"The Hispanic man, or the pretty blonde?"
"The woman. She just went down a few minutes ago."
"Oh yes, she walked into my room by accident, and then went out the fire exit." I shrugged, and then frowned. "She was acting so odd; it totally ruined the moment for me,"
The night was a disaster in my opinion. I got to see one of the enemy, but couldn't do anything about him. Enrique, a man I barely knew, was dead by my hand. Well, Hector killed him, I just made it permanent. The icing on the cake, vengeful Darcy was out and about hunting me. She could be anywhere now. Hell, she might be standing outside the front door when I walked out.
What can I do? Well, if she is waiting for me outside, I'll just have to deal with her.
Chapter 15
The band was on stage preparing to start their first set as I passed through the club. It looked like they were a Goth girl band. I could tell, because someone had put up a huge square banner on the wall behind them with the band's name – Goth Girl Despair.
If anything, the crowd outside was even thicker, which made it easier to blend in. I paused in the doorway long enough to scan the crowd for Darcy, and then struck out with a confident stride. Noticing all the eyes watching me walk with such intensity, I admit my hips began to sway with a bit more sass than normal.
Hey, a girl likes to make an impression.
Near the edge of the crowd I spotted Hector. Five Goth girls surrounded him, all looking at him with undisguised lust. He seemed to be basking in the attention. As I got closer he looked up, undoubtedly hearing the clicking of my heels. Hector did a double-take, then looked me up and down twice before looking me in the eyes.
I graced him with my sultriest come-hither look as I walked past. A look so full of dark and delightful promises I bet even the mortals could feel the electricity between us. Half the Goth girls surrounding him turned and looked at me, fear in their over made-up eyes.
I heard Hector excuse himself and start after me. I tingled all over. I was succeeding in my wicked plan.
"Excuse me, Señorita."
I stopped and slanted a look over my shoulder. "Yes?"
He stopped before me and took my right hand in his and bowed over it as he kissed it. Like in the movies. I thought it was old fashioned and silly, but I liked it too. Kinda sexy.
"I am Don Hector Lopez, at your service, Señorita."
"Hello, Sir Hector." I smiled. "How can I help you?"
"Just beholding your beauty, listening to your sweet voice, gi
ves me great pleasure, Señorita." His dark eyes looked me up and down, soaking it all in. He looked more than a little impressed, which stoked my ardor. "I have never beheld a more beautiful woman."
I couldn’t help but recall he chose Enrique over me.
"I'm beginning to like you, Don Hector." We shared a long, smoldering look.
He stepped closer, pressing up against me. I was taller in my heels. In fact, barefoot I had two inches on the Spaniard. He didn't seem to mind.
"Tell me, Señorita, are you a Dominatrix?" I could smell his aftershave, and the blood on his breath. I'm not sure which excited me more. He continued, "I do not bottom to anyone."
Okay, we were not exactly on the same page. I did want him to submit to me. I wanted to be the Top. Apparently, he wasn't the only one who would have to make allowances.
"I see. I usually am Top, but…" I looked him over lustfully. "I can make an exception for the right man. I would be willing to submit to you, my Knight."
"Excellent." Hector grabbed my hair, yanked my head back, and immediately took absolute command. Fear overwhelmed me for a second; I barely managed to rein it in. I think my startled gasp and wild-eyed fear pleased him, and then his other hand came up and cupped a breast. Of course. "As of now, you belong to me. Call me Master, and I will call you slave."
"Yes, Master."
Hector released me. "Kneel, slave."
"Yes, Master."
Again, he jerked my head back. This time, though, he leaned over and kissed me. It was a long, deep kiss. A kiss of Ownership, demanding and uncompromising. I submitted to his will and gave him what he wanted, and then some. I couldn't help myself; my libido flamed to life with that kiss.
"Come, my smoky-eyed beauty." His voice dragged me sensuously to my feet. "We will get a room." He pulled a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and smiled wickedly at me. I eyed them warily. Seconds later my wrists were securely locked behind my back. Not a good development, but I was sure I could break them if I really tried. There were special vampire proof handcuffs, usually enchanted, but those cuffs looked like standard issue. My biggest problem was holding onto my clutch like that.
The Deep Ellum Motel was a ratty looking place of dirty white-painted brick with blue trim. It was a large U-shape, with the office standing alone in the middle, up next to the street. You had to go by the office to get in or out. A long covered porch ran the entire length of the upper floor, with steel stairs at each of the four corners. At that hour there wasn't anyone to be seen, but about half the parking places were filled. The pink fluorescent Vacancy sign in the office window was lit up.
The night manager turned droopy eyes on us. She was a middle-aged black woman, very heavy. She looked at Hector like she knew him. Then she looked at me like I was a nasty little present left on the carpet by her puppy.
"We need a vault."
"All our vaults are taken, sir." Vaults are underground rooms for vampires. "We have some rooms on the second floor, though."
Hector shrugged. "That will be fine. We will leave before dawn."
I looked up at the board listing the rates. You know you're in a seedy motel when the rates were displayed like a fast food place. I noted they rented rooms by the hour, night, week, and month. Hector paid cash for four hours.
Taking the key, Hector led me out of the office and to the nearest stairs. We found the room halfway down the east side. Opening the door, he pushed me up against the doorjamb and felt me up. The Spanish vamp licked my left, leather sheathed boob and then nuzzled my neck. I was then thrust so hard into the room that I fell to my knees, my clutch falling out of my hands and sliding against the wall.
The room was as shabby as the outside of the motel. I eyed the brass bed with distaste, recalling all those news stories about nasty sheets and bedspreads found in respectable hotels and motels. Most of the “brass” on both the headboard and baseboard was worn off and scratched up at the spots rope, manacles, and shackles had been used. The carpet was threadbare and I could see the ground-in dirt. The room stank of stale sweat and semen. At least it wasn’t urine.
"Stay," Hector said.
He walked around me a couple times, and then started undressing. I watched with growing carnal hunger. Hector was not particularly well-endowed. Not like Bone Daddy, or even Yuri, but what he had was nothing to be ashamed of either. His body was another matter, being thickly muscled with a narrow waist. Even vampires needed to put considerable effort into achieving a six-pack like that.
"Like what you see, slave?"
"Very much, Master."
"Good. Let us get started."
His cock began to rise as he stepped up. I licked my lips as I considered it. In my current kneeling position, it wasn't too hard to figure out what he wanted. He took my face in both hands and tilted it up, kissing me, sweet and gentle. Kinda surprised me after that first kiss on the street, but he was Top, so he could do whatever he wanted.
Standing straight, he pushed his cock in my face and our eyes locked.
"You know what to do."
"Yes, Master." I opened my mouth wide. I caught the flopping cock with my tongue and pulled it in. "Mmmm."
Okay, I'll admit cocksucking was not one of my talents. I was getting better; or at least I had a better understanding of what pleased men. I was even beginning to enjoy giving fellatio, to a point.
"Mmmm."
Kissing and licking, I worked my way down his shaft, then back up. I gave him head so intense he gasped. I thought he was going to pull me off, but instead he buried his hands in my hair. That felt divine. After several minutes, he surprised me by forcing his cock deep into my mouth. He quickly had my head bobbing.
Hector only lasted another two minutes.
I licked my lips and smiled wantonly up at Hector. "I hope that wasn't it. I want to spend the whole four hours with you, Master."
Hector pulled me to my feet. "That was just an appetizer." I thought he would take the cuffs off. He didn't. Instead, he began unlacing my corset. "Let me get you naked now."
My breasts jounced before his admiring eyes when he pulled the corset off. Tossing it aside, he cupped both breasts and buried his face in my cleavage. He kissed and licked that sensitive flesh, before sucking on my nipples. He had a knack for squeezing them just right, and stroking them perfectly for maximum pleasure on my part. Do all vampires naturally have that talent?
Hector kissed and stroked me to perfection, until my insides melted into that liquid heat I was beginning to crave and enjoy. He played my body with practiced ease. I was putty in his hands in a moment.
The Spaniard unlaced my pants once he sated his lusts on my breasts, then sat me on the edge of the bed. Two zips and a lot of tugging got the stiletto knee boots off, and he slowly peeled off my black leather pants. Hector then knelt between my legs and began licking my inner thighs.
"Hello." My head rolled back when he kissed my tingling nether lips. He ran his tongue up my slit, then sucked in my clitoris. That was like an electrical jolt of pure pleasure to my whole system. "Ooooooh, yes."
It was never that sensitive when I was a mortal. Vampirism turned people into sex machines. There was a time, not so long ago, that I wondered why everything seemed to revolve around sex for vampires. You'd think dying would kinda kill the ole libido. Quite the contrary; being a vampire energized and supercharged your libido so much it made you want to have sex all night. Being nearly indestructible, we could handle insane amounts of sex that would kill a mere mortal.
Hector knew his way around a woman's body, and he showed a distinct talent for cunnilingus. Amazing talent. He had me squirming from the first lick, and quickly drove me to gasping and making those weird tiny animal noises. It was almost embarrassing. Almost.
That deep, erotic heat deep in my belly began to build and spread throughout my body. It was a feeling – a sensation – I loved and looked forward to experiencing. That feeling was the very best thing about being a vampire. I wondered if any mortal woman ever expe
rienced such pleasure? I never had.
"Right there! Right there!" He found my honey spot. If he worked that spot a few more seconds I would explode just like that. "Oh yes, Master. Oh yes."
With that small bit of encouragement, Hector redoubled his efforts. Bless his black soulless heart. My back arched up as I gasped and tugged futilely at the handcuffs. That heady erotic sensation was building fast. It wouldn't be much longer before I handed him my orgasm on a silver platter.
Hector thrust a finger up my rectum.
"Hello!" I cried, eyes wide. No one ever did that before. That erotic heat deep in my belly changed, and that wonderful mad rush to climax commenced. "Ooooooh, Jesus."
I clamped his head between my thighs, squeezing as hard as I could. I couldn't help myself. That didn't stop or even slow Hector down. He somehow found the wherewithal to continue his efforts, and I was a goner.
The climax hit me like a brick between the eyes. I groaned low and sensuously, while my whole body quivered. Once again, Hector proved himself a master manipulator of the female body by continuing to stimulate me all the way through my climax, drawing it out an extraordinary length of time. The orgasm felt like it consumed my body for about an hour, but I'm sure it didn't last more than a minute, two tops.
"Oh, Master," I said breathlessly, my body collapsing in a boneless mass beneath him. "That was the best ever."
Having achieved his goal, Hector began kissing and licking his way up my trembling body. He seemed to savor every inch of me. Quite flattering and arousing. When he reached my breasts, he gently stroked and caressed them. No grabbing. No twisting and pinching. Men like to pinch nipples. Not Hector.