Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2)

by Melville, J. A

  So why was it that he was here, in the bath, bathing her? Was she making him soft? Fuck her, but she had unmanned him once, reducing him to tears in her presence, which embarrassed the hell out of him just thinking about it. He still had no idea what she had planned for him, and yet begrudgingly he couldn’t deny that she both fascinated him and attracted him. She was challenging, sexy, smart mouthed, witty but most of all, she exhibited no fear around him. That should make him even more nervous. She was unpredictable; he couldn’t control her, but having her answer him back, her banter, her total lack of respect for him was a massive turn on. She had the ability to drive him crazy and she didn’t need to use witchcraft to do that.

  For the first time in centuries he’d met a woman who made him feel something again. He liked her, he wanted her, yet she confused him and confounded him. She was different; she was exciting and the fact he felt anything more than the need to fuck and feed from her, made him nervous. Sirene was the first woman who had truly piqued his interest, who made him think beyond one night with her, and he hadn’t felt like that in over 500 years. No woman since Carmella, had made him desire her enough to want her in his life for more than one night.

  Of course he’d fucked women more than once. Cassandra and Chloe had served him on many occasions, but not once, had he ever wanted them to remember their time with him. Sirene was different, he sensed it. Ok, he couldn’t mind control her anyway, but a part of him definitely didn’t want her forgetting he’d fucked her. He really did want, what he’d thought earlier. He wanted to be that one man that was the best fuck she’d ever had and he sure as hell wanted her to remember that fact.

  With gentle strokes he passed the wash cloth between her legs, cleaning away his cum from her, and as he cleaned her, all he could do was think of filling her again. Just thinking about sinking into her wet heat, was enough for him to start hardening against her back. He wanted her again. He wanted her filled with him, smelling of him. He wanted to mark her, brand her, but he didn’t want to think too hard about why he felt like that, because he knew, down deep inside, that the answer may very well scare the hell out of him.

  Chapter Eight

  Fabian

  Once Fabian had taken the time to wash Sirene and she seemed quite relaxed given their circumstances, they climbed out of the bath and he dried her. His desire to care for her, to do anything for her confused him. He didn’t do anything for anyone. He was a user. He took from others, he didn’t give to others and yet here he was drying her. He was taking care of her.

  As he dried her, he studied her image in the mirrors of the bathroom. God, she was beautiful. So petite in comparison to him, so delicate, yet she was far from fragile. Bending his head, he nibbled his way up her neck, feeling her shiver from his touch. Her head dropped back, resting on his chest, her eyes closing, and Fabian watched her nipples harden, tightening into hard, puckered peaks.

  His cock jerked in reaction to her growing arousal and he knew he needed to bed her again. Swinging her up into his arms, smiling when she gave a squeal of protest, he carried her through the house until he reached his room again. Once he’d stepped inside and shouldered the door shut, he tossed her onto the bed before climbing on and straddling her legs.

  “Now it’s going to be your turn to find out how it feels to want to come and not be able to. I can’t do it the same way that you did it to me. I wasn’t denying myself the release. It was as if something was holding it back, so I can’t replicate that, but I can build you up and then deny you. Are you game my beauty?”

  With a defiant tilt of her chin she met his eyes. “Bring it on.”

  “As you wish.” He said, lowering his head until his lips were against her neck. His fangs lowered and with one bite, he buried them in her vein, feeling the warm sweetness flood his mouth. Sirene cried out, her body arching off the bed but he pulled away from her, not feeding long enough to make her possibly orgasm, since the act of taking blood from a human could often bring them to climax.

  He pulled his fangs from her neck and immediately took one of her nipples into his mouth, laving it with his tongue, sucking and flicking it until it was a hard peak, before turning his attention to her other one. Sirene shifted restlessly, her back arching, a tiny mewing sound coming from her throat.

  When both of her nipples were hard and wet from his mouth, he abandoned them, kissing and licking his down her body. Before he even got to her smooth, hairless mound, he could smell her, the scent of her arousal. Gently he spread her legs, settling between her thighs, pausing for a moment to stare at the beauty of her wet, glistening folds and her wanton, needy cunt.

  Using his fingers to hold her open to him, he slowly licked up her seam from her tight little asshole to her clit and back again. Sirene’s hips rose up, pressing more firmly against his mouth and he smiled to himself. Briefly he blew on her sensitive tissues, watching her skin rise up in goose bumps in reaction. Several more times he repeated the moves, hearing her breathing hitch with every touch, every breath on her.

  Fabian stiffened his tongue, stabbing it into her, mimicking what he’d be doing with his cock soon before moving higher to suck on her clit. Over and over he worked on her, hearing her little throaty gasps as she started to shift restlessly under his mouth. He didn’t let up on her though, licking and sucking at her, driving her closer and closer to her orgasm.

  He felt her tense, her breathing loud in the room and he knew she was teetering on the edge now. With one more lick through her folds and around her swollen clit, he pulled back, waiting for her reaction. It didn’t take her long.

  “Fuck you, you bastard.” She cried, writhing on the bed, rolling her pelvis and trying to bring her legs together. He wouldn’t let her though, grabbing her thighs and pinning her down. His forced restraint of her body led to another round of swearing and he chuckled. For someone so tiny and feminine looking she could swear like a truckie.

  “What’s wrong my beauty?” He asked his lips curving up with amusement despite his attempt to keep his expression neutral. “What happened to bring it on, and you getting all challenging with me? Could it possibly be that you have had this brief taste of how it feels to be denied your release, and is it possible that you don’t like that feeling my little witch?” He mocked.

  “You’ve made your point you arse, I won’t deny you coming again, ok? Now make me come.” She snapped, her eyes flashing angrily at him.

  He simply shook his head. “Oh no sweetheart, you don’t get off that lightly. I seem to remember it was about three times I got to the point of coming and then couldn’t? The question is, do I punish you to the same number, or should I prove to you that I’m vampire and we too have learned the art of torture and make you suffer longer?” He ran his fingers over his lips as he studied her, pretending to give it some serious thought.

  Sirene’s expression was filled with venom and Fabian wondered if he was taking a risk pushing her so hard. She was a witch after all who might still choose to curse him with a rotting penis.

  “Do you want me to make you come Sirene?” He asked, lowering his voice until it was husky and cajoling to try and calm her down.

  “You are such an arse.” She snapped and he couldn’t help laughing at her.

  “Speaking to me like that is not going to persuade me to make you come. You might want to try asking a bit nicer.”

  “Fuck you asshole. I don’t need you to make me come. Let me up.” She pushed at him but he easily pinned her down, his eyes dropping to her sweet cunt that was all wet and desperate for his attention. Her clit was hard, clearly visible to him, and with a groan, he lowered his head and began to flick his tongue over it, feeling her jerk under his touch.

  Slowly he built her arousal back up with a mix of licks and sucks to her clit, pushing his tongue inside her where he could feel her feminine walls closing around him as her orgasm drew closer, but again when he could tell she was about to come, he withdrew his tongue and mouth from her.

  This time
she screamed with her frustration, her hips bucking up as she tried to grind herself against his mouth, but he sat up and moved away from her. If she thought this was easy on him, she would be wrong. His own body was not immune to what he was doing to her and his cock stood up hard, slapping him lightly on the stomach as he shifted uncomfortably.

  Delayed gratification was no easier on the person administering it as it was for the person on the receiving end of it. Fabian was desperate for his own release too. He wasn’t accustomed to denying himself sex. When he wanted to fuck, he fucked. There was no holding back. Yet here he was, taking the time to drive this petite bundle of pissed off witch crazy with frustration, and driving himself crazy while he was at it.

  “Calm down my beauty, I will let you come, ok?” He lowered himself between her legs again and began to lick his way from her ass to her clit, back and forth, driving his tongue as deep inside her as he could, before sweeping it over her super swollen and very sensitive clit. It was harder to hold her now since she was painfully aroused, bucking and twitching under him.

  When he had her built back up, her whole body a mass of aching need, writhing and shaking, poised on the brink of reaching her climax, he sat up, hearing her frustrated curses again. Grabbing her ankles, he lifted them until they sat on his shoulders, tilting her, opening her and fully exposing her to his gaze. She was wet, more than just wet, and just at that moment, a trickle of fluid ran from her, making its way to her ass before dripping onto the bed. . His nostrils flared; the scent of her arousal strong in the room. He was done with the delayed gratification bullshit now. He wanted to fuck her and she clearly needed to be fucked.

  Grasping a hold of his cock, he lined it up, ready to surge forward and bury himself in her, but before he could even so much as get the head inside her, he started to come. He growled, his growl turning to a snarl as he pumped cum all over Sirene’s thighs and the bed. “Fuck!” He shouted, cursing his lack of control. He never came early, well probably not since he’d been a teenage boy, centuries ago. Certainly as a vampire, he’d never lost control and to lose control now when he’d been using sexual deprivation on Sirene, only served to make his premature climax more embarrassing.

  He was angry with himself. He hated losing control in anything he did and to lose control of his body was unacceptable to him. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Sirene. What would she make of his total loss of control?

  “Wait.” He said, climbing off the bed and heading into the en-suite bathroom off his room. Hastily he plucked a towel from a gold coloured stand stacked with soft fluffy towels and hurried back to the bed to clean up the mess he’d made. He couldn’t believe he’d done this. It must have been because of what she’d done earlier, denying him his release for so long and now he was having an issue with his control.

  Dipping his fingers into her and finding her drenched and ready for him, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and with a swift, smooth plunge, buried his cock deep inside her. Fabian paused for a moment to let her body adjust to his size and when she tried to tilt her hips towards him, he pulled back, pausing briefly before ramming into her again.

  Almost immediately he could feel the pressure building again, his balls tight and aching. He tried to hold back but he couldn’t, grunting with frustration when he came again.

  “FUCK!” He roared, his fangs descending and he bit down into Sirene’s neck, taking out his anger and frustration on her. He shouldn’t be feeding from her again. He’d fed several times and if he wasn’t careful, he’d make her weak. If he took too much, he could even kill her. .

  He heard her cry out, her body bucking up, her back arching like a bow and suddenly she was clamping around him, her body pulsing in waves. Her release flooded him, soaking his cock, pouring from her body and soaking the bed, his balls and at the feel of her squeezing along him, he cried out and slammed into her again, as he came for the third time.

  Fabian dropped her legs to the bed and collapsed on top of her, feeling her body trembling and quivering under his, her internal walls still clenching around him.

  He lay on her, listening to her harsh breathing and he was pissed, he was furiously angry that he’d disgraced himself and come three times like a virginal teenage boy.

  Finally he sat up, pulling his still semi hard cock from her and felt another rush of juices flow from her. When he sat up and looked down at her, he could see he’d made a mess of her, but especially her neck. She was bleeding fairly from the numerous puncture marks that he’d left on her, but the blood flow was sluggish, typical of how it went when a human had lost too much. He needed to do something for her, or she would become incredibly weak and possibly need medical intervention. No way in hell could he risk her going to hospital.

  With a grunt of annoyance, he bit into his wrist, tearing the skin away and once he was bleeding freely, he pushed his arm up to her mouth. “Drink, it will help heal you. You’re bleeding more heavily than I expected, but I bit you much harder on my last feed. I’ve also fed from you too many times. I know I shouldn’t have, but you are very tempting my beauty. Your blood is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted, so please, take my blood now, so I can help you.”

  Her expression screwed up at the sight of his blood flowing, and he could see the reluctance to comply with his request on her face, as her lips closed around his damaged skin and she started sucking on him, grimacing and shuddering. Watching her, he knew it would only be a matter of time, so he waited, studying her closely.

  When she suddenly latched on and began to feed from him with a lot of enthusiastic sucking, he smirked. His little witch wasn’t immune to the allure of his blood, any more than a human was. One of the benefits of being vampire was their blood. The same as their appearance, their scent, everything about them, made them attractive to humans, the same applied to their blood. It was intoxicating and once a human got the taste for it, they wanted more. It was that way of course, to ensure that a vampire could heal a human when they needed to. Once they got a taste for the blood, they would happily feed enough to get the healing benefits from it.

  “So was it worth it to deny you gratification my beauty?” He asked when he finally pulled his wrist from her mouth. He saw something flash in her eyes before she looked away. What the hell was wrong with her? “What is wrong? Do not tell me you were left unsatisfied. You came very loudly and my balls are still soaked from you, as is the bed.”

  “I wasn’t the only one wetting the bed now, was I?” She raised an eyebrow at him. He could see the gleam of humour in her eyes and suddenly his suspicions were aroused.

  “What did you do? Fuck you cursed me again? Dammit Sirene, you made it so I came all the time didn’t you?” He narrowed his eyes accusingly at her, and as if on cue his body was racked by another wave of all consuming, mind blowing pleasure. Growling with frustration at the loss of control over his body, he came hard, all over himself and the bed.

  Immediately the pleasure started to build again and he bellowed, clamping his fingers around his cock, tightening his grip until he was crushing it brutally, savagely, desperate to stop the orgasm that was about to hit. It was too much, too intense and he was powerless to stop it. Fuck this woman was going to drive him crazy. First he couldn’t come, now he couldn’t stop. If anyone thought the idea of coming over and over again would be incredible, it wasn’t. Orgasm deprivation was agonising, uncontrollable orgasming was proving to be just as agonising. Fuck her, he needed this to stop.

  Coming without the act of fucking, or without a hand around him, or being inside a warm mouth, had no appeal to it at all. To have it happen in front of someone was highly embarrassing to him. Having it happen in the presence of this tiny woman who had him wanting to kill her one minute, fuck her the next, and strangle her the rest of the time, was even worse for him.

  He began to fume, his rage building, and with his hand still clamped firmly around his cock, he leapt off the bed, storming into the bathroom. He had to get away from Sirene or he would k
ill her. Fuck she had to have put another spell on him so now he couldn’t stop coming. She sure as hell wasn’t denying it when he’d accused her of it.

  Fabian stood by the vanity basin and released the strangle hold he had on his cock, watching as it jerked and began to pump out yet another load into the sink, some even splattering across the mirror.

  Once he finished, he groaned and began swearing, cursing the crap out of that bloody woman in the bedroom when he felt another climax building in him. “SIRENE!” He bellowed and after a minute or so, she turned up at the bathroom door, her head around the frame as she gave him a questioning look. Her face was the picture of innocence but he knew better.

  “What’s wrong Fabian?” She asked her eyes widening when he cried out and shot another load of his release into the sink.

  “You know, fuck you. Stop the fucking spell. You’ve made it so I can’t stop coming this time and it seems to be happening faster and faster now. FUCK!” He cried out again, his knees sagging as another wave of intense pleasure surged through him, and with an agonised cry he came hard, into the sink. Fuck she was going to kill him if she didn’t stop this shit soon. “God dammit, stop it Sirene. It’s too much.” His face contorted as if he was in agony and he collapsed to the floor, coming again.

  Sirene