Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

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  Iskar paced around his dungeon, wondering if he should risk heading out into public and meeting someone. For over a year, he had locked himself up and learned to control his urges. It was an arduous process but he believed he had mastered it. There was only one real way to find out but he could not help the anxiety that accompanied the thought of having to find out. He had only been a vampire for two years and prior to locking himself up, he had lived with a coven. It was not long before he decided he would be best off alone rather than with a group of vampires, all sharing one house. He also felt their values did not align. While he appreciated the main rule of the house was to accept one another, he saw how counterproductive that could be as well. As a result of the way the coven functioned, he could not even let on he was against the abduction of humans for feeding purposes. Though it was not ideal, he survived off animal blood and only treated himself to blood from humans who had died of natural causes. Those were rare because it was a very small window between death and the viability of the blood.

  He had moved back to his mansion and closed it off completely. He had then set up his dungeon and had remained there for the better part of the time he had cut himself off from the world. After learning to control his natural urges and live well off animal blood, he began to scour for fresh corpses. This was the only time he ever left his house and made sure it was at the dead of night, taking roads people were very unlikely to be roaming at the hour. The only reason he did this was to practice drinking from a human but being able to stop in time so as not to drain them. That was the most difficult part of the process but he finally felt he had mastered it. He had met other conscious vampires like himself at the coven and often wondered if they had remained or had left like he did. He sometimes even felt the urge to reach out to them but resisted. He needed to focus on learning how to be in control before he did anything else.

  The world now knew of the existence of vampires but they were nowhere near being accepted. Given the majority of vampires people interacted with were the kind to abduct and feed, that was the only impression humanity had of them. There was a subculture of people who disguised their fetish with acceptance. It saddened Iskar to think they were the likeliest prey for hungry and immoral vampires. He had been taught at the coven not to call them immoral but he sometimes could not help it. “Would you call a human immoral for the beef they consume?” The coven leader often told him. Iskar learned not to retaliate but always had the thought, “Is that the same thing?”

  He decided it was time to find out if he was really in control. He needed to know how successful he had been and if essentially locking himself up had been worth it. He dressed in black slacks, a deep purple shirt, and a matching black blazer. He slicked his hair back and made sure to cover up his dark circles. Running his tongue along the bottom of his teeth, he retracted his fangs. It was uncomfortable to do so but manageable and extremely important to go out in public. Save for the pallor of his skin, there was really nothing about him that indicated he was a vampire.

  He stepped out of his mansion and felt the night breeze on his skin. Though he had been out a handful of times to retrieve corpses, this felt like the first time. This was the first time he was actually going out in public, the first time he was doing anything other than learning how to repress a part of his being he never chose to have. He walked out to the street and waited for the car service he had phoned in. Since cutting himself off from the world, he had fired all his staff. Cleaning occupied empty spaces of time and he no longer required food. A few minutes later, the black sedan pulled up to the gate. He opened the door and slipped into the back seat, instructing the driver to go to a specific location. He gave only the name of a building. This is where he was bound to find the nightlife of those belonging to the Vampirique sub-culture, those young people who accepted or fetishized vampires. Despite the frequent abductions from those gatherings, it did not seem to deter people from going or hooking up with vampires.

  It was relatively close to his mansion, something he was deeply appreciative of. He paid the driver and reserved him for the night, sparing no expense. He wanted this to go as smoothly as possible. He walked into the building and heard a faint thumping coming from the stairwell. He walked directly to it and down a flight of stairs. There, at the underground level, was a full-blown nightclub. There was a much larger crowd than he had anticipated. He swallowed hard, repressing the urge to take anyone and feed. The scent of them was starting to drive him crazy in no time so he looked around for an outdoor area and quickly found it. He made a beeline for it and stepped out. Though it was almost equally as crowded, the air helped him gain clarity. He marveled at the structure of the place. The indoor area was underground so the patio had an open roof. He wondered what this must look like at ground level.

  He walked to the corner of the patio and rested his back against the wall, scanning his eyes over the crowd. It was not long before a young woman caught his eye. She was vibrant and looking directly at him. He felt his stomach twist but he showed no emotion at all as he continued to look at her. She walked to him and stopped right in front of him, not saying a word. He cleared his throat and asked, “Yes?”

  “I could ask you the same thing,” she said in a steely tone. It was not cold in a way that rebuffed him. He had no idea how to place her tone though.

  “Do you want to know my name?” She merely shrugged, her facial expression unchanging. “Iskar.”

  “Carmen,” she replied in the same steely tone.

  He was drawn immensely to her and her scent was driving him crazy. He felt the urge to sink his fangs into her neck flare up and crawl all over his skin, an urge mixed with undeniable desire. Though she was certainly attractive and her demeanor was alluring, it was truly her scent that drew him the most. He licked along his teeth and felt the very tips of his fangs poking out. He was too worked up to retract them all the way. He leaned in close to her and whispered, “Looking for a vampire?”

  She pulled her head back and stared right into his eyes. There was no fear or excitement. There was nothing he could read in her eyes. He felt even more confused than he had before. At that moment, she leaned forward and licked the outline of his lips with the tip of her tongue. He opened his mouth slightly to let out a breath and, in that moment, she caught a glimpse of his emerging fangs. He shut his mouth immediately, having noticed her eyes dart down to his teeth. She met his gaze again but still nothing changed in her expression. She wrapped her arms around her neck, tilted her head, and licked along his lips until he parted his mouth slightly and she slipped her tongue inside. He felt her tongue run along his teeth carefully in search of his fangs. When the tip of one poked at her tongue, she pulled back and looked at him.

  “Would you come back home with me?”

  She withdrew her arms from around his neck and grabbed his hand, leading him out of the club. Once outside, he took the lead and brought her to the waiting car. He instructed the driver to take them back to his mansion. The two sat in silence, not even touching each other, the entire drive. Once they pulled up, he looked over at her to see if she would even have a reaction to his lavish home. She did not. He opened the front door and invited her inside, locking it behind him. She simply stood at the entrance hall and did not say anything until he stood in front of her. “Are you going to kill me?”

  Iskar gaped at her. He was shocked she would ask this so forwardly and calmly. What he found most unbelievable, however, was that she would follow a man she did not know into his home with this thought in mind. She knew he was a vampire and was aware of the risks, how could she have joined him so calmly? He cleared his throat and shook his head. “I am not planning on killing you.”

  She hummed and began walking away from him, taking in her surroundings. She stopped at the foot of the marble staircase and asked, “Do you have a lair of some sort?”

  “Yes. Would you like to see it?”

  She turned to him and nodded. He walked up to her and took h
er hand, guiding her to a back room of the first floor where there was a hidden staircase descending to the dungeon. He went down first to give her the safety of running out should she change her mind. Once they had descended, he turned on all the lights. It was a large space that resembled a luxurious apartment. Though he had a bed, he rarely used it. He usually slept in a closed bed resembling a coffin which was tucked away in a closed off section of the lair. She walked directly to the bed and sat at the edge, looking up at him with the same impassive expression she had worn the entire time. “What do you want to do to me?”

  “Any ideas?”

  She shrugged. When she realized he would not accept this as an answer she replied, “I have thoughts, of course, but did not assume you would do one or all of them. Just tell me why you brought me here.”

  He walked toward her almost in a predatory manner and asked, “Is there anything you are opposed to?”

  “If I am, you will know it.”

  He leaned over her before picking her up and placing her on the center of the bed. He climbed over her and brought his face close to hers, closing his eyes as he breathed in her scent. He leaned down and licked along her neck, fighting every urge to sink his fangs into her neck and drink until he was full. This is what I’ve been working to control, he reminded himself. He pushed himself up and got off the bed. He took off all of his clothing and stood in front of her, naked and cock erect. “Do you know now?”

  She sat up and nodded while beginning to take off all of her clothes. She dropped it all off the side of the bed and laid back, spreading her legs. She never broke eye contact with him and he found it provocative but unnerving. He climbed back on the bed and began to lick from her ankle, up her calf and inner thigh, until he licked from the bottom of her slit up to her clit. He felt her shiver but she did not make any noise save for her heavy breathing. He licked along her slit a few more times before pushing the tip of his tongue past her outer labia, enjoying the feeling of her getting wet on his tongue. He only pulled back when he was unable to keep his fangs at least partially retracted. The scent of her and the taste of her liquids were too much.

  He grabbed the shaft of his cock and rubbed its head along her slit before plunging it into her. She arched her back in clear pleasure but still remained silent. He slipped out of her entirely and plunged his whole length into her once again. He then began to thrust slowly and sensuously, slightly gyrating his hips with the motion. She began to move her hips with his allowing him to penetrate her more deeply and pleasure her more. She began panting as he thrust harder. When she grabbed onto his shoulder, he knew it was time. He leaned down and brought his face close to hers, baring his fangs for her to see. His eyes had grown dark and his pupils were slits. “Yes,” she panted out. He dipped his head down to lick her neck right before sinking his fangs in. The moment he broke her skin, she finally moaned. He began drinking, pacing himself, as he kept thrusting in and out of her. She moaned louder when she felt him begin to draw more blood out of her. She clawed at his back and he found it was much harder to stop than anticipated. Right as he began to fear he had lost control, she weakly cried out “stop” and he allowed her to pull hid head away.

  He licked the blood off his lips and swallowed. She grabbed onto his hip and began bucking her own up, hard and fast, until he they both hit climax. Though he wanted to rest beside her, he quickly got off the bed and went to a back room to feed off blood he had stored in a special refrigerating unit. It quenched him enough that he was able to return to the bed where she was lying. He looked down at her, pressing the bed sheet against the bite to stop the blood flow. “Oh, let me get you something for that.” He rushed upstairs and gathered a first aid kit. He returned to the bed and cleaned the wound, fighting every urge he had to pin her down and drink more of her blood. He placed a bandage over it and looked into her eyes. Her expression had softened significantly now.

  He went upstairs and placed an order for delivery of groceries. He threw on a robe to receive them and took down some cookies and juice for her. He assumed it was much like when a person donated blood. When she took the cookies and juice from him, it was the first time he saw her smile. At that moment, something shifted. He wondered what it was but there was something about her he wanted to see time and time again. He figured it would not be the same for her but he had nothing to lose. He had nobody he spoke to and she was the first person in years, even before his turn into a vampire, that had held his interest in this way. When she finished eating and drinking, he looked at her and smiled. “Carmen,” he said quietly, “Would you ever consider coming back here?”

  She looked at him curiously. He could not help but notice she was much more expressive now than even during sex. It was not until he bit her that she even audibly demonstrated any type of pleasure. “What do you mean? Why?”

  “Would you consider maybe coming back here from time to time? Spending time with me, having sex, maybe allowing me to drink from you. A repeat of tonight but more personal, if you will.”

  “Do you want that?”

  “Yes. I find you-“

  She held up her hand to stop him from going on. “I want to find out what you think of me and how you see me, why you are drawn to me, on my own. I want to find that out through your actions and the things you see when we are together. So don’t tell me now.”

  His eyes lit up and he asked, “So is that a yes?”

  She nodded. She sat up and gave him a long kiss, taking care to avoid his fangs. He retracted them as much as he could and she deepened the kiss. As she pushed his robe open and straddled him, he felt his fangs emerge once again. He could not really enjoy being with her if he had to work to keep the retracted. She broke the kiss and cupped his cheek, looking into his eyes. She lifted her body up slightly and reached down to stroke his hardening cock, bringing it to a full erection. He grabbed her waist as she positioned his cock at her opening and lowered herself until he was completely inside her. She began to move up and down at a fast pace while gyrating her hips. It was not long before she was holding onto her shoulders and moaning. When she reached orgasm, she clamped her pelvic muscles around his cock and brought him to his own climax. He laid back on the bad and she lay on top of him without having him pull out of her. She traced circles along his collarbones and hummed something he did not recognize. “I really like it,” she said.

  “What?”

  “When you drink from me. I love how it feels and it turns me on. I also like knowing I’m satisfying one of your natural urges.”

  He hummed in assent and began running his hand along her side. He pulled her off him, finally slipping out of her, and stood up. “Time for a shower,” he said. He did not expect for her to join him but was pleasantly surprised when she did.

  --THE END--