Chapter 14- Are You Going To Invite Me In?
I arrived back to the club, and Susan didn’t notice a fucking thing out of place. And she waited to resume for when I arrived. “Shall we continue, shall we proceed? Excuse me for taking so long, I have so many prior engagements as I go on for the running of these clubs. I’m like a high commodity.” I said with a reassuring smile. She added her input, she laughed, “yes, Discipline, we all crave your attention. But seriously, Look, Discipline, you really do not need to be here or there, at all these clubs. You own them, that is why you have people in place to run them.
Some of these clubs, you own the property. Like you are really the boss of the boss.”
I smirked and said, “I am used to being a workhorse, besides, I like to be here, I love being aware of everything. When it’s going on, how it’s going, where it’s going.” She nodded her head, as if she was impressed with me. I continued...
“I know I’m not like most owners, however, that’s one of the things that separates me from everyone else. I’m different, therefore, I engage, and I perform different things. Work sometimes, for some people become an escape. Most of our time is spent commuting to work. Most of our day is spent at work, most of the week is spent being productive at work. Work becomes, or starts to become like a second home. You then begin to realize, that you spend more time there than you do at your actual home. With even your actual family. Work becomes like a second home, and now the people you see there and interact with become like your second family. We all get used to that, and it doesn’t change. So even if someone told me, I could sit home, and make money, I would never want to just sit home. My physical motor and my mental motor are in sync. Work is just too familiar, and when there’s no work, that becomes to seem very unfamiliar.”
She looked at me and was like, “my goodness Discipline, I never looked at it like that, but you are right. You’re so deep, you should really consider writing a book one day.”
Susan and I took a couple days and we went out of town. We went to Miami and Los Angeles. We went to look at these clubs she had there, and I was impressed. The crowd, the buildup, the revenue that those establishments were ranking up. The hustle was exhilarating, the lucrative journey we were embarking, turned me on a little bit.
The meeting went very well, and Cleopatra was still texting my phone, she wanted to meet up with me, and talk. Susan and I then came back to New York. So now Cleopatra, was calling and I then responded. She crossed the chamber, nervously aware that she felt a little weaker, a little more earthbound, than she had felt even when she awoke. It was nothing more than a certain increase of definition where her feet pressed against the soles of her shoes, but it was a signal that she was dealing with one of the rarest things that she knew—limited time.
‘We can meet up in the park,’ is what I texted back to her. ‘Meet me there in a couple of hours, don’t be late.’ She replied, ‘yes, and I won’t be late Discipline.’ She arrived there before me, I was in the trees just watching, stalking and waiting. The whisper of her heart became noticeable, rising to a whir of uneasy noise.
“Where are you?” Her voice had a flat echo to it. “Hello? You told me to meet you here, don’t be late. Mr. who is never late, is now late?” I then appeared in front of her like the wind, and I came as a form of a man. She gasped, “ugh, you scared me.” I stared at her flatly, “did I?”
See, I had a difficult time trusting people, even people I allowed in my circle, so, when she asked me to meet, I was not certain what it would entail, therefore, I was waiting in the wind. You could never trust a woman whom was angry and emotional, unless you could check her, or she could get that shit in check herself. Meaning, she could check her own emotions. It was difficult to trust women with a short temper, then all of a sudden, were on some nice shit with you. They were unpredictable. Perhaps, planning your own death, or something, all I could think about was, this bitch was a viper with lipstick, and I had to watch my fucking back until she proved to me, she was other than what I thought she was. Stalking in the skies. Prowling on the ground. For I am an eagle in the sky, a lion and gorilla on the ground, and a shark in the damn water. I could oversee everything, and now I asked her….
“Why did you want to see me? What couldn’t wait?” I asked her. She was trying to find her words. “Well, I……. I……. wanted to see if we can have dinner but, in a more comfortable atmosphere. Like my place.” She said. I laughed in her face, “ha, are you fucking loca? Have dinner at your place, so you can have better access to fuck me up? Better access to attempt to take my life, huh?”
She shook her head, “you don’t trust me by now? I don’t want you dead, I kind of like you, asshole! I was on my knees for you.”
I then spoke forcefully, “who gives a fuck? That does not mean you wouldn’t stab me in the back if you had the damn chance.” There she goes with the, ‘asshole,’ remarks again. “You’re so disrespectful, I would take you over my knee and spank your ass bright red, but you might like that, and I wouldn’t want to give you what you want or like.”
She raised an eyebrow with a smirk on her face, “oooh, yes, don’t threaten me with a good fucking time.” I shook my head at her… “Anyways, text me the address….” I demand to her, and as she started to protest, “but, wait I….” I vanished, creating a pile of smoke and wind, and then I disappeared from her presence. “Ugh, I hate when he does that,” she said, with a grimace. “He is such a character.”
So, the following night came, and it was a full moon. I was feeling good, strong and ready. I could’ve sent my presence into her home, but I wanted to use the front door, because I wanted her to ‘invite me in,’ that way I’ll have the green light, and no matter what happens tonight, she allowed it. I was going in there with the mindset of, she was going to attempt to take me out, food poisoning, with something that was anti-vampire, where when I ate it, it made me sick for like a week, or worse, killed me. So, I was ready, nothing else mattered, not the past or future, if she was going to even attempt to take me out, I was going to literally rip her head off, or snap her neck. I wouldn’t even feast on her flesh. She might like that shit. I might fuck around, and not feed enough on her, and turn her into one of me. Man, that would be worse. The way she is, but now into a vampire, and having my blood into her? She would be so powerful. But, fuck that, it was not about to happen. I had to remain focused.
I walked to the door, I knocked three times. *Knock *Knock *Knock, I heard, “who is it?” I answered, “fuck you mean, who is it? I just texted you I was here. Were you expecting someone else?” She answered the door, “good evening, asshole!! No, I wasn’t expecting someone else, I figured you would teleport into my home.” I then replied, “no, I wanted to do the traditional thing tonight.” She looked at me confused, “bullshit, nothing about you is traditional.” I changed the subject, “and cut the, ‘asshole,’ shit already.” She gave me a fake smile, “when you stop acting like one, I’ll stop calling you one.” I shook my head, “Well? Are You Going To Invite Me In?” She stared at me for a few seconds then said, “yes, you may come in.”
Perfect, I could feel her blood pumping, I licked my lips. It was like I could taste the blood from her, it was powerful. It felt, delicious. Her mind was racing. Her heart as well. I was thinking in my head, how her blood must taste. I pondered on this for a bit. I then licked my lips once again. “So, what is for dinner?” I asked her. She then said to me, “tonight, dinner is steak.”
It was lovely, she didn’t have it cooked all the way, so you can still cut and see the blood. I looked at her confused and said, “you couldn’t have killed a deer or a human, and brought it here for me? I’m a damn vampire, is this a fucking joke? I am not going to eat human food!”
I was so adamant about not eating what she made. “I am not about to eat that shit, even though I do love steak.” She laughed, “well, you do not need to eat human food, this is steak. An animal had to die for this. You ever heard the expression, ‘I
’m so hungry, I could eat a whole cow?’
I didn’t answer her, I wasn’t going to entertain her smart-ass remarks, and shit. She then had a change of plan, “listen, no need to get all uptight, no need to eat, you can just watch me eat, and we can chat.” She said. She chose a dress of fine linen and her traveling cloak of human leather, made from a species that she had extinguished. She looked like an Egyptian Goddess with her outfit and make up tonight.
The Egyptians were a docile people who respected their rulers, and she would appear to them to be a great lady, and they would drop their eyes and let her pass. She would find a dark corner, make quick work of one of them to regain her strength, then go on and locate her own kind. She was like a Darkness rose. Now, high above, hung the glowing outer arm of the galaxy, the border of the known world. Her eyes focused, then focused again, until the firmament revealed its wonders to her. The reefs of stars became a jeweled host as she began to perceive each individual strand of light. As the rays entered her eyes, each sent its own message to her heart.
Chapter 15- Patiently Waits To Ravage Her Body
I watched her speak. I watched everything; her lips, her eyes, I read her words as I can make them out before they came out of her mouth. I observed her body language. She was still, she didn’t move too much. Her stillness was as precise as her movement. Indeed, she was so still that a cruising owl used her as a perch, hooted twice, then swept back into the sky, its wings trembling the silent air. She walked steadily and precisely, a shadow in the shadows of the night. her eyes gleaming with a tiger’s shine, she revealed nothing of herself to the world around her. Not the world, but me. I could finally read her, and that just meant one thing, she was breaking those walls down for me. She was releasing. I could read everything about her so easily.
I spread my nostrils and drew in the scent of blood, cooked meat and dates, and the scintillating odor of human skin. I lived as much by scent as sight, and it was one of my favorite smells. Women liked to be kissed, which was a matter of indifference to me. But I would kiss them to smell them. I knew the different ways each part of the female human body smelled and enjoyed it all. Women were and still are the most emotional creatures on earth. Men, you can snap their neck, or go for the throat and feed instantly. However, women, you can play with them. Seduce them. Like you’re playing with your food, before you devour it.
I didn’t know what was going on with me, ‘snap out of it Discipline.’ I thought to myself. ‘You’re a predator. A cold-blooded killer. Known for your ferocity and iron control.’ But still, I couldn’t kill her, I wanted more. I wanted her soul, her body, her mind, not just her blood. She wasn’t a regular kill. She wasn’t a regular feast. She wasn’t even a feast.
“I want to know more of you. I want to know more about you.” I demanded this. She then told me about her childhood. I told her about mine. We had similar things in common. Tormented souls find comfort in each other by how our demons play well with each other.
“Power is exhilarating,” I said to her. I am powerful in the streets, the business world and the bedroom. I’m not a fortunate man, I learn to create my own luck. If I’m not in control, I am off balance. I thrive in pressure situations and I excel in fast pace environments. I used to be a guy that had a difficult time dealing with his emotions. My anger, my short temper. As I grew older, I realized I was just afraid of them. I learned how to control them and not the other way around. I’m not good. I’m not innocent, but I’m corrupted.”
She whispered to me, “I was raised to be good, but I fell in the darkest cracks.” I gazed into her eyes, “parts of you are innocent,” I said firmly, and I pointed then grabbed her pussy. I leaned in, and I pressed my lips against her luscious lips. Our lips parted, and our tongues wrestled with each other’s. Our clothes were taken off quickly and found their way onto the floor. I made her feel absolutely reckless. Vulnerable. Exposed. She was in need of the most dangerous creature in New York, which was me. I ran my fingers through her hair. I kissed her body all over. I placed my massive hands on her throat. We were back at her place, and so I tossed her onto the bed. I forced her legs apart. I ate her pussy like it was my last meal, like she was my last meal for the night. She moaned to the top of her lungs. Then I put her on her knees. I was going to make her a champ at sucking me. I will show her, she can swallow my big length and width without gagging, or puking.
“Fucking relax, breathe through your nose, extend your tongue all the way out, and then swallow one inch at a time until you have this big chocolate Discipline dick all the way down in your fucking throat. Relax your damn throat for me.”
Then she started swallowing while she gave me a nice, slow balls massage with her fingers. She did everything I commanded. I was determined to make her throat please me. Her eyes watered, and the big head of my dick hit the back of her throat. I reach from behind her, and grab that juicy plump ass. I then slap each ass cheek viciously. You could see my red hand print on her ass. It looked beautiful, I reached over her again. Sticking my finger in her pussy hole. She was soaking wet. Yes, soaking wet from all this meat in her mouth. All this length touching the back of her damn throat. I see it excites her. It entices her. No matter if she never knelt for a man prior to me before. She loved it. Correction, she loved to kneel for me.
I grasp a fist full of her hair, utilizing her hair as a handle. I also grab the front of her neck, as my other hand is then placed on her throat. Now, I begin to fuck her face. I then, shove my big cock back and forth inside her mouth. Between her begging lips. Her eyes become wider. Her mouth creating slobbering sounds and gagging noises. Spit streaming down my balls, and onto the ground. Her throat throbbing. She’s out of breath. Her eyes water. Yes, tonight, I am throat fucking a greedy, dick-sucking bitch like her. Fucking her mouth, as if I was fucking her pussy. Deep-stroking that pipe down into her gullet until her eyes start to water. Until her eyes start to beg. That was my style. Spit ran from her mouth to her tits.
Cleopatra was full, she had luscious lips; perky, C-cup tits; small, tight waist; firm, plump ass; and smooth, shapely legs... this face and throat fucking session is over. I don’t want to nut in her mouth or face yet. I want to feel that wet pussy first. I want to be inside it. My cock and I wanted to feel and know why it was so drenched for me. I then shoved my big, fat, long, chocolate cock into her tight drenched begging pussy hole. Her pussy lips wrapped snug around my girth. She used her witch powers and she shut the lights. She loved doing that shit, huh? I spoke to her softly, but forceful...
“Do you believe that darkness is your ally?” I was starting to reiterate to her what I said to her in the park, but she started to finish my sentence… “I know, I know,” she said to me. “let me guess, let’s see if I remember what you told me…. I was simply molded into it for so long, light has become blinding. These shadows will always betray you, because they belong to me.”
I then added, “not only these shadows, but you. Yes, just like the entirety of you, they fucking belong to me. Your orgasms belong to me, and you will beg for permission to release. And you may only release when I allow It. I want to own you.”
She whispered and asked, “all of me?” And I replied, “always.” I put her on her back. Naked, vulnerable, and exposed. Completely exposed to my will. Yielding to my confident measured authority. Complete submission to my Dominance. Tantalized by my darkest desires. Wet from the anticipation of Discipline.
I shove my thick, long chocolate dick inside her after I took it out to tease her. Then I placed it back inside her. Between her drenched begging lips. Inside her yielding, yet tight hole. I commanded sharply, “look at it!” I placed my massive hands on the top of her head, I then curled with my muscular fingers inward, grasping a fist full of her hair just to anchor her head toward me. Her eyes rolled back, she stared at it, then shut her eyes and moaned loudly in pleasure.
I slapped her face, “open those eyes, look me in my eyes when I take you. Look me in my damn eyes, when I fuck you over a
nd over. Rub your clit for me, while my chocolate dick thrusts inside and outside of your drenched begging hole.”
She created a ‘v’ with her index and middle finger. I could feel them as they rubbed against my girth. Then she brought those same fingers together, and she rubbed her clitoris as I ordered her to as well. She rubbed her clit clockwise. She has those two fingers down, like as if it were 6:30 on a clock. Good girl, but her mouth dirty. “Oh fuck, Daddy, oh shit. You feel so good!” She gasped out.
I guess I graduated from asshole. I guess when you fuck her great, she changes her tone. In about ten seconds or less, she was already begging... “Daddy, may I!?” I already knew what she wanted to ask, but I wanted to hear those words.
“May you what?” I asked, awaiting an immediate response. “May I please, pretty please, cum?” I pulled out and flipped her over, “not yet, I want you just a little bit longer. Face south, and your ass north.”
I pushed her head to the mattress of the bed. I slid into her gaping hole. She gasped for air. Her body no longer her own, she moves how I want. Her words no longer her own, she speaks when I want, how I want. Her thoughts in another world. I slapped her ass, and she spreads a little bit more for me. A raging river becomes of her. I place my massive fingers on her waist, and I move her back and forth on me. Strong pelvis pounding on her cheeks. Slapping of flesh, sounds as though it is now back ground music, as her moans take over the room. I press down with my muscular thumbs on her lower back, and my other fingers hold onto her waist. I thrust deeper, I thrust harder. Now I want her to give it all to me.
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