“Look at me,” she ordered.
I tried, but I couldn’t focus. I gripped her arm harder as my orgasm threatened to explode.
“Do not cum.” She scorned and pinched my nipple hard.
The pain rocked my body, temporarily keeping my orgasm at bay. “Ouch! Did you have to do that?”
“You were going to cum.” She was wrapping her finger around the string hanging over my waistband.
“Don’t. Please don’t.” I stepped backward, trying to get out of her reach. She smiled and slowly tugged at the string, sliding another pearl out of me. My desires screamed as the pearl brushed against me, teasing me. My knees buckled.
“You need to get a hold of yourself or you won’t make it through the rest of the evening.” She smiled.
“You are one cruel bit—” I stopped as Tamara threatened to tug on the string again. She leaned into me closely, teasing my lips with her tongue, then she kissed me passionately.
“You cum only when I say you do.” She motioned at the rest of the stairs. “Ready?”
Each step heightened to new levels of pleasure. The short stroll to the car almost did me in, again. I didn’t know how much longer I could fend off my orgasm. The car ride home threw me into a state of desperation. Every bump in the road sent my new intruder on a rampage. I needed to cum. I needed to find relief. My heart skipped a beat when we pulled into our driveway. My nightmare would soon end. She helped me out of the car and then accidentally dropped her house key by the front door.
“Shit.” She smiled. “Honey, could you get those for me?”
“Really?” I asked her, knowing what her intentions were. She wanted me to bend over and let the pearls work their magic deep inside me.
She smiled. “Please.”
I bent over, reaching for the keys. She slid her hand between my crotch, rubbing me while the pearls shifted and moved inside me. My juices escaped me again. I gasped for air. My body started shaking. I couldn’t do much more of this. Right now, I’d fuck our hundred-year-old neighbor if I could find some relief. Picking up her keys, I stayed bent over slightly, rubbing my crotch back and forth on her hand.
“Come on.” She grabbed my arm and led me inside the foyer, closing the door behind her. “Take off your clothes and don’t touch yourself.”
I obeyed. It was difficult not to touch myself. She disrobed while watching me and then threw her clothing on the floor where she stood. “Come here.”
I stood in front of her naked, vulnerable and anxious. My hands shook.
“Lay down. Belly up,” she ordered while grabbing hold of my string and tugging at it.
I lay down quickly. I didn’t care what she had in mind anymore as long as I got some satisfaction out of this adventure. Tamara knelt over my face, her inviting pussy inches away from my mouth.
“Taste me.”
She lowered her crotch onto my face. Her sweet taste reignited all my burning desires. I greedily slathered my face into her juices. My tongue felt her hardness begging for attention and I happily obliged its request. I sucked and caressed her with my tongue. Her juices slid into my mouth and I lapped them up. Slowly, she pulled the pearls out one by one, licking my juices and teasing me. She sucked on my clit so hard I felt her pull it out from under its hood and hold it between her teeth. Then another pearl massaged my cunt as it escaped me.
I held my breath, thrusting my hips up. I dug my nails into her back, causing my world to explode. Then her fangs dug into my groin and my orgasm doubled. I couldn’t breath. My nails dug deeper into her flesh, my back arched, almost lifting us off the ground. Her body shook. Her muscles tensed. She thrust down onto my mouth, rubbing harder against me. I finger fucked her while she pulled the last of the pearls out of me and I nibbled her sweet spot.
She moaned louder.
My body went rigid. I couldn’t move. My orgasm took control of me. I shook wildly underneath her. My soul enveloped us and I felt my essence fill the emptiness of Tamara’s soul. I felt the euphoria in her growing. Then we both exploded together again, thrusting and sucking and fucking each other.
I lay silent under her for a while before I rolled her off me. I knew she finished drinking from me as I felt her lick my wounds closed. That was the best orgasm I’ve ever had. It was a definite toe-curler.
I fell asleep in Tamara’s arms. When I woke late that afternoon, I found that she had covered me in a blanket and placed my favorite pillow under my head before going into her safe room. She had also set the coffeemaker and left a single rose for me to find. I never thought I would end up with someone so thoughtful and considerate. I admit that it took me some time to get used to her being a vampire and running on a lunar, not solar calendar, but I certainly considered myself lucky to have found her.
Setting the coffeemaker, I totally understood, she claims I’m a bear without my coffee. I guess there’s something to be said when my vampire girlfriend doesn’t want to deal with me sans coffee, but I’m sure she’ll get used to my quirks, too. I remembered that Lady Hightower wanted to meet me tonight, I didn’t have much sunlight left so I headed off to pretty myself up.
Tamara and I had been living together for almost a year and now it was time to meet and greet the family. Before I was done with my shower, she was up and waiting for me to finish dressing for the meeting with Lady Hightower. I admit I took my time, shaving, exfoliating and soaking in our huge tub, but her curiosity had been getting the better of her since last night. She couldn’t wait to find out who it was that had attacked her and why her own mother had seemed to warm up so suddenly.
I sat in the overstuffed chair, wrapped in my robes, cooling off from my hot shower, sipping my coffee and thinking, I knew I couldn’t get out of this meeting. I had yet to meet, formally, Lady Hightower, not because I feared her, but because I was uncomfortable around the Hightower’s price tag. I knew they were worth billions and that intimidated me.
Tamara stood at the doorway, tapping her foot. She wore a pair of black leather pants and a pressed, white, high-collared French cuff style shirt. Very sexy, I need to put her in that more often. I smiled, knowing she was getting impatient, “Okay, I’ll go get dressed.” I got up and headed upstairs to change. A short while later, I emerged into the living room wearing a pair of tight-fitting blue jeans, sandals and a tee shirt that read Bite Me.
Tamara raised an eyebrow and shook her head in disbelief. “Izzy, that’s not an appropriate shirt to wear tonight.”
I ignored her.
“Izzy,” she tried again, “she has earned more respect than that.”
I turned, getting within inches of her face, and gave her a peck on the cheek. “Not with me. You are going to make us late.” I headed out the front door.
The ride to the Hightower Estate consisted of Tamara giving me quick lessons on etiquette when addressing her mother. I nodded in boredom and stared out of the window. I knew she was nervous. Here I was, her lover of almost a year and I was only now playing meet and greet with the family. How could it not be nerve racking? Maybe I should have worn a different shirt.
Arriving at the massive gates that separated the Estate from public access, Tamara had only to slow down when the gates opened, welcoming us. The road stretched for a mile through a heavily wooded area before ending in a circular driveway. A large fountain with two techno modern women embracing adorned the center of the drive. The estate was an old Victorian two-story mansion, equipped with turn-of-the-century large pillars on either side, large windows and an equally large door. Parking her sports car in front of the mansion, Tamara hopped out and opened my door.
Surprised by the pure enormity of the mansion, I truly felt underdressed. Edgar stood by the open door. “Good day, Ms. T’mra.” He curtly bowed. Edgar looked me over, then extended the same curtsies as I entered.
“Good evening, Edgar,” Tamara responded.
“It is good to see you home again,” he offered. “The house has been too empty without you.”
She sh
yly grinned. “The stories Edgar could tell would endlessly embarrass me.”
“Lady Hightower, awaits you in the study,” he addressed Tamara.
I was in awe of the beautifully designed mansion. The marble floors accentuated the elaborate hand craved banister on the staircase leading to the second floor. The grand chandeliers were exquisite and I assumed they were sixteen-hundreds originals. I had pictured an old dark, stuffy, rundown house, hiding vampires afraid of sunlight. Instead, I found an open, airy and very comfortable home with old world charms and modern luxuries. Opposite the stained glass front doors, French doors led to a colorful and stunning backyard where tulips, baby’s breath and roses of all kinds were in full bloom, all brilliantly lit by backyard lighting. Off to one side of the yard was an in-ground Olympic-size swimming pool with built-in caves and a waterfall.
Edgar had pulled my attention back, by saying, “Ms. Izzy, this way please, we have prepared a snack for you.”
I was flattered. Had I known I would be treated so well, I would have come sooner.
“We have prepared the patio for your enjoyment,” Edgar said, leading me outside.
The patio was something I had only seen in those how-the-rich-live shows, rose covered trellises comprised the walls and ceiling. A small round table comfortably able to seat six, set with linen tablecloths and fine china, rested on the perfectly laid imported slate slab.
“Coffee?” Edgar asked.
Awestruck by my surroundings, I nodded in agreement. I had no idea that Kaley and Tamara lived in such unbounded wealth. Lady Hightower may not be the Queen of England, but she certainly lived better than the queen. The serving staff carried out a healthy portion of small, triangle shaped sandwiches, flat crackers, cream cheese and something that looked like black B.B’s in a bowl and left while one member positioned himself behind me. I thought it weird that they would stand over me and watch me eat. Jeez, I’m not going to steal the silverware. Halfway through my meal, I reached for the adorned pot and my watcher sprung into action, placing his white gloved hand on the handle and pouring coffee.
“Sugar madam?” he asked.
That’s when I realized my watcher wasn’t watching me. I had my own manservant. I finished eating, and sat outside, listening to the gentle sounds of the waterfall and the frogs croaking, enjoying the peace my surroundings generated when Edgar appeared.
“Lady Hightower requests your presence,” he said flatly. “Please follow me, Ms. Izzy.”
All right. Show time. I hated to admit it, but I was feeling intimidated by meeting Lady Hightower. Just like in the movies, Edgar opened the two large doors that led into the study where Lady Hightower, Tamara, Shamana and the young woman from last night sat waiting my arrival. I wasn’t sure how to greet the room of spectators. I stood motionless in the doorway.
“Come, my dear,” Lady Hightower addressed me. “Come here and let me take a look at you.”
Slowly, I ambled into the huge room. Hearing the door close behind me, I breathed deeply. I stopped several feet from Lady Hightower. Show submissiveness. Don’t make eye contact. Keep head bowed. Don’t look at her…my mind flooded with information from the tame your vamp books I had been reading.
“Come closer,” Lady Hightower ordered, looking me over and showing Tamara a questioning look.
I was in Lady Hightower’s fortress, at her mercy, how could I not comply? Slowly, I inched toward the Majestic Matriarch and cleared my throat. “Huh, it’s nice to meet you,” I blurted.
Lady Hightower laughed. “Yes, dear, it is nice to finally meet you, too.” She pointed at my shirt. “That is an interesting request you advertise.”
“Kate,” Shamana interrupted, “stop giving the girl a hard time. Can’t you see she’s half-scared to death?”
Shit, I knew I should have gotten rid of this tee shirt.
“My Lady,” Tamara swiftly interjected. “She meant no disrespect…”
Spontaneously, both Lady Hightower and I gave Tamara a disapproving look. I would not have her fight my battles for me, unless I needed her brute strength. Meeting Lady Hightower’s look, I smiled. “I had it made for Tamara.”
Lady Hightower cocked her head and raised her eyebrows. “And she approves?”
I raised an eyebrow back at her. “It’s not like I need her approval.” I felt the tenseness escape the air.
Lady Hightower smiled. “Very well, my dear. You really should visit more often. We will talk more later.”
“Oh bravo,” Shamana stood, introducing herself and her daughter Celeste, to me. “You showed remarkable abilities last night. I congratulate you for controlling your powers.”
“Yes, thank you for not injuring us,” Celeste offered.
She stared at Tamara, giving her what I call flirty-flirt eyes. I wasn’t normally a jealous person. I knew vampires were seductive creatures by nature and I had seen Tamara’s innocent interactions with her fledglings. Most people who didn’t know vampires would consider it foreplay, but this was different.
Tamara was mesmerized, unable to take her eyes off Celeste. Lady Hightower and Shamana apparently had no problem with this as they just ignored the girls’ flirtation. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I could smell Tamara’s vampmones. She was trying to seduce Celeste!
“Please forgive my daughter,” Shamana said, pointing at the couple. “She has not yet learned how to control her powers.”
Concentrating all my energies, I stared at Tamara, until she jerked back.
“Ouch! What’d you do that for?” she snapped, “We’re only talking.” Tamara was acting like a schoolchild admiring their first crush.
I tilted my head and raised an eyebrow with a disapproving look.
“Considering your powers, Izzy,” Lady Hightower proceeded, “you should know of the battle brewing. The council has systematically started eliminating not only vampires but brujas as well. They are out to eradicate us from this world and it seems we have a council member living among us.”
Shamana and I seemed to be the only ones paying attention to what Lady Hightower had just said. I glanced at Tamara who had placed her hand on Celeste’s thigh while she moved closer to Celeste on the couch. “Why have I not heard of this before now?” I asked, not being able to take my gaze off Tamara.
“We did not want to alarm anyone prematurely,” Lady Hightower replied. “The time when you will have to choose sides is near.”
“Choose what side?” I asked, moving my attention back to Lady Hightower and Shamana.
“To stand with your bruja sisters, your vampire lover or your human friends,” Shamana interjected. “The choice will ultimately be yours to make.”
“Why can’t we all stand together against them?” I asked.
“It does not work that way, Izzy,” Shamana answered. “The brujas and the vampires might be able to reach a contemptuous agreement, but the humans will not accept it. The council is comprised mostly of fanatical humans.”
I glanced at Tamara. She was rubbing her face on Celeste’s neck, taking in her smell and listening to her strong heartbeat. Celeste had leaned back into the couch and stretched her leg out, showing off a little more of the tanned thigh trapped under her miniskirt. “Oh, hell no,” I mumbled, approaching Tamara. “Is there something you’d like to share with me, too?” I crossed my arms and tilted my hip, waiting for a response.
She embarrassingly shrugged her shoulders.
I leaned close to Celeste’s ear, “If your want Tamara, you’ll have to go through me first.” Celeste turned her face, rubbing her cheek against mine.
“Oh goody. I love a challenge,” she replied, giving me a peck on the cheek.
Shamana stood, “Celeste enough! We have matters to attend to.”
“But, Mother,” Celeste whined, “I was just starting to have fun. Tamara’s loyalties run deep, but with a little more time, I can entice her as well.”
“Forgive her, she is just turning two hundred and coming into her sexual prime. She mea
ns no disrespect to you. Celeste!” Shamana yelled at her again.
“The council,” Lady Hightower tried stirring the conversation back. “We need to find out who among us is part of the council. Tamara, see if you can find Kaley. I’m sure Shamana would like to see her.”
The ride home felt like it took forever. My jealousy roared. I finally reasoned that I couldn’t be mad at her. Being half-witch is what kept me from the vixen’s be-spelling charisma. I was afraid I had no idea how to keep Tamara’s interest if some two-hundred year old, drop dead, gorgeous, vixen bitch set her claws into her, but I would find a way.
About the Author
I live in Texas with my partner of 12 years. I never really understood why biographies are so serious, after all, it is about getting to know the author better, isn’t it? I started writing a few years ago, and have had all of my friends read everything I wrote. Some stories were good, and some deserved what I call the file 13 (a really big Texas size shredder!) I finally found a niche that I do well in…erotica. I figured this out when I would send copies of a rough draft home with friends, and they would return it with missing pages. Yes, it took me a while to get it, my girlfriend says I'm a little dense. I haven’t had anything published before so basically, oh, hell why lie. I’m a nobody when it comes to the world of publishing, but I’m hoping that you like my style enough to keep reading. I love writing lesbian erotica because I am a lesbian, and because my mind has its own way of working, I occasionally write about… straight sex. And yes, I need to seek outside help when I write about guys. Yeah, yeah, it’s been that long and don’t give me the, it’s like riding a bike. Bike’s have a nice cushy seat on them!!
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