“There was a man who found me. Luckily, I did not kill him then. I think I was wounded and unconscious, or else I would have attacked him. I spent several weeks with him. In this time I regained sanity and returned to civilization ... after he died. His story is very sad. He died because of me.” She paused in solemnity, a powerful sense of regret and loss still present after all those years. She continued, “Someday I will tell you more, but not now.”
She looked him in the eyes with her chin on his chest, fingertips stroking his shoulders, and finally got around to the point. “When you came home after your date and I smelled the blood and sex all over you, it brought the memories of this wild life. I became very angry. Because of my assumptions, I wanted to hurt you, as I said before. Also, I was angry with myself. I let you go out without guidance, without an anchor to keep control of the predator. I felt it was my fault you hurt Rosalie.”
She paused for a second, considering, then continued. “I was wrong. You did not hurt her. Not really. You have very good control. You cared about this woman.” Michelle looked like she was about to cry.
Her vulnerability was arousing. That and her constant stroking up and down his body while she spoke. He rolled her over, pinning her beneath him, and teased her wet entry with his erection, holding her gaze. “You are so damn sexy when you take the blame for me. I’m gonna show you some of that wild animal you’re so worried about.”
Michelle’s eyes popped open wide. She gasped as he buried himself all the way to her core and bit down hard on her neck.
“Ohhh ... Aaron ... that is so wonderful. Give it to me, you animal!”
CHAPTER 18
She lay in bed gazing at his sleeping figure. She usually awoke just before sunset, whereas he slept until the sun erased itself completely from the horizon. This allowed her a few moments of solitude to reflect on her new life with this surprisingly wonderful young man.
She so enjoyed watching him sleep. He was truly an enigma to her in so many ways. He was nothing like her former master; virtually every aspect a polar opposite. Where her master had been selfish, sadistic, controlling, manipulative, and vain, Aaron was self-effacing, affectionate, reasonable, and lacked any true arrogance. She had known from their first meeting and the colors of his aura that these mild-mannered traits were inherent to his soul. She never imagined they would carry over with his transformation. She had known he was smitten with her, and she thought it quite noble, his attempt to defend her honor at the hands of the crude detectives.
She supposed his noble intentions contributed to her decision to take his life into her hands. It would have been so much simpler to walk away, leave him bleeding on the concrete. But the odds of surviving his injury were slim. People were so fragile, so easy to kill.
She felt a measure of guilt for his fate. She could easily have disarmed the cop, but she hadn’t been concerned for anyone else. She had been taking care of number one, and Aaron was a casualty of her callousness. She had hurt others before in a similar manner, and it still weighed on her conscience to this day. She decided in this one instance she could save a life, instead of allowing death to claim another unfortunate soul. Bringing Aaron into her life, giving him her blood and all that came with it, was a form of atonement for certain wrongs committed in her past.
She now understood she couldn’t judge him based on her previous experiences with her master. He simply did not fit her notions of what a male vampire’s demeanor and conduct should be. He had been so quick to forgive, and held no residual animosity towards her for the vicious abuse she subjected him to. This was baffling. Why would he forgive her so easily and release all his resentment as though it had never been? The only explanation she could fathom was love. Despite her horrid behavior, he loved her, without reservation. That must be the answer. Nothing else made sense.
It had been worth the risk. Aaron was worth the risk. He was so much more than she ever expected him to be. He filled so many diverse roles in her life. She couldn’t imagine living without him. He filled a place in her heart she had not realized was vacant. It was unnerving how strongly she felt for this beautiful boy, her lover, her confidant, her companion. To see him now, contrasted against their first meeting, was like looking at two completely different people. His transformation was magical, like a simple caterpillar emerged from the cocoon as a magnificent butterfly. A creature of beauty and majesty to be marveled at in awe.
She didn’t want to admit she might be falling in love with him. A very inconvenient emotion in their tenuous relationship. She couldn’t afford to let her feelings override her good sense. Too late, she was already hooked on him.
Never was this more apparent than when she relived his memories of his evening with Rosalie. What he did for the woman was not insignificant. He never really hurt Rosalie. But he did give her a very good time, and managed to make her feel loved by a complete stranger. His compassion was amazing. But what shocked Michelle most was Aaron’s intense emotions upon returning to her apartment. She experience how he felt about her and her wicked reaction to him, and the events leading up to their horrid lovemaking. These moments twisted Michelle’s heart into a tight knot of pain.
He had been so content, anticipating coming home to her. He had a simple and carefree joy, and then she sliced through it, cutting him to the bone, crushing his joy under the heel of her rancor. The hurt she visited on him came back to her tenfold, sending spikes of pain through her heart. Michelle knew this to be the heartache of love. She could no longer deny it or pretend ignorance.
She had fallen in love with her slave.
* * * *
“EZ escort service, how may I help you?”
“Yeah ... ah ... a friend of mine recommended your agency, said you could arrange an evening with a certain girl.”
“Yes of course. Was there a particular girl you had in mind?”
“Yeah ... I met her once ... she’s really unique ... a blonde with green eyes ... her name’s Michelle ... you know the girl I’m talking about?”
“Oh yes, sir, she’s very special indeed. Would you like to schedule a date with her?”
“Yeah, I’m thinking I’d like to see her real soon. Tonight would be good.”
“Yes sir. I’m sorry to inform you she won’t be available until tomorrow night at 11:00 p.m. Would you like to schedule her then?”
“Tomorrow, uh ... okay. That’ll have to do, I guess.”
“Certainly. The agency’s fee for scheduling with Michelle is one hundred dollars. We can take your credit/debit card over the phone or you can use the payment link in our website. Which would you prefer?”
“A hundred dollars, eh? What’s included with that?”
“The agency’s scheduling fee is one hundred. Michelle’s fee is separate. You will need to bring cash for her. She doesn’t accept any other form of payment. Her typical fee is one thousand dollars an hour with a standard two hour minimum, paid in advance.”
“Whew! That’s pretty steep! That’s ... damn!”
“I understand, sir. As you have met Michelle, you know how very special she is, and there’s no one like her. Would you prefer to schedule with another girl whose rates are more affordable? I can e-mail you a list with pictures. We have a wonderful selection to choose from. They are all special in their own way. And quite beautiful, I can assure you.”
“No, um ... that’s okay. I’ll go ahead and schedule for tomorrow with Michelle. Let’s make it the Ramada on Lincoln Boulevard, room three hundred twenty-two. You know where that is?”
“Yes, sir, no problem. I see it now on Google maps. We’ll make sure she has the proper directions. Do you have your credit or debit card available to lock in your reservation?”
* * * *
Talco changed baby Mateo’s diaper, working as fast as possible to avoid the water weenie effect that happened with uncanny timing––usually as soon as the diaper came off. He had learned after being sprayed several times, the trick was to cover the baby with the new
diaper or a towel, anything absorbent. He’d been making good progress when his cell phone buzzed and he used a few precious seconds to retrieve it.
“Los pinche Demonios!” Talco cursed when he saw Konowicz’s number on the screen of his phone. At this precise moment, Mateo squealed in laughter, kicked off the towel and shot a stream of lukewarm piss with impeccable aim right at Talco’s face. He had read somewhere that urine was a sterile fluid, but this didn’t help to lessen his revulsion.
Talco felt a creepy sensation tickle down his spine. It was an omen, a portent of bad things to come. And sure enough, Konowicz had left a voicemail directing him to be prepared for Friday night at 10:00 p.m. Prepared for what? What the hell were they up to now? Talco knew deep down in his gut, whatever they had planned, it would certainly mean trouble for him. He debated whether or not to call them back. He’d promised Evita not to deal with them anymore, but that was easier said than done.
* * * *
Michelle slipped on her thong panties, teasing Aaron with a flash of shaved pussy as she flipped her dress up with the quick move.
“Damn girl ... you are smokin’ hot in that dress!” Aaron licked his lips and grabbed her as though planning to drag her back into bed to have his way with her.
“My god, I can barely keep my hands off you! I feel sorry for the sucker who’s meeting you tonight. The poor guy never had a chance!”
She wore another variation of the skimpy black cocktail dress that looked so provocative it was probably illegal in certain jurisdictions. Aaron pinned her to the wall stroking her inner thighs, working his warm fingers inside her thong. He didn’t mess around, slid right in with two fingers, curving back up to reach the place she liked most. He worked her with such delicious torture that she almost regretted teaching him to hit that spot.
“Ah ... Ohhh ... Aaron ... you will make us both late, you must stop. We both have ... We have to go now ... Ahh ... I’m going ... I’m going to get you good tonight. Unghh ... ahoof ... OH ... OH ... don’t stop now ... don’t stop! OHHH! Merde!”
She came hard in his hand as he stroked her mercilessly. She slumped against him for a moment to catch her breath, shuddering on his heavenly fingers. She looked up to a proud smirk on his face.
“You naughty, naughty, boy.” She wagged her finger playfully at him. “Now I must change.”
He sniffed his fingers with that wicked grin as she shut the bedroom door in his face.
In and out of the room quickly, she hoped to catch Aaron before he left, but he was out the door already, headed for his date.
On a whim, she had decided to tell him the truth. She wanted to see the look on his face, to feel his radiant joy as she declared her love for him.
Oh well, it would have to wait.
They certainly had plenty of time; they would be together for many years to come.
On the street out front, Michelle hailed a taxi. “The Ramada Inn, s’il vous plait. 1620 Lincoln Boulevard.”
CHAPTER 19
Aaron stood there silently shocked.
“Hello, Aaron. It’s me, Charlene. You remember me, from Bemichis? I hope you don’t think it’s strange, meeting like this.” She hugged his stiff body in greeting.
When he didn’t return the gesture, she began wringing her hands, looking a bit nervous. Obviously the tables had turned. She was no longer in a position to assault his derrière with her former confidence.
“I caught your pictures the other day in the weekly e-mail from EZ Escorts and I knew I just had to see you. I hope you don’t mind.”
He was surprised to say the least, but not in a bad way. Though he’d never really considered sex with Charlene, he actually liked her.
He smiled and put her at ease. “I’ve always thought it would be fun to get better acquainted. I’m glad we could meet casually away from Bemichis. It would’ve been inappropriate if I was still working there.” Bemichis repeated warnings about fraternizing with customers still rang clearly in his mind, etched into permanent memory. “So ... what did you have in mind for this evening?”
“I thought we could skip all the bullshit and head on up to the room ...” He followed Charlene’s imagination as she pictured sequences of hot passionate sex involving champagne, strawberries, and Aaron naked in the Jacuzzi. He plucked the ideas from her mind and suggested the very thing she fantasized about.
“Strawberries, champagne, and a hot bath?”
His suggestion rendered her speechless. She gazed into his eyes, giddy with the happiness of a child on Christmas day. He held her securely in his embrace as they made their way to the elevator.
In the hotel room he ordered room service while Charlene settled on a top forties music channel and watched him with more than a little anticipation. Her face flushed as she hoped he would rub her down in a sensual massage.
Seemed like a good idea to him. “I bet you could use a good back rub.” He slid on the bed behind her, his legs straddling her hips, and began rubbing her shoulders and back. She tensed up for a moment, and then melted into his caress.
He took time to appreciate Charlene’s beauty as he undid the clip of her bra. Creamy white skin and wavy, auburn hair reached down to the center of her back. Her body curved in all the right places with generous hips and breasts. A hint of extra weight around the middle, but still quite attractive. She didn’t need to pay for dates. She could pick up men anytime she wanted. Her problem was she preferred a young boy-toy who could match her voracious sexual appetite. Charlene also had two teen-age boys at home. Not a situation conducive to finding and keeping a good man.
Charlene’s mind drifted to the places she wanted his touch, her nipples and the nape of her neck. Her mind created the road map for her sensual massage. He followed her vivid imagination and began working her full breasts, tweaking her nipples while nipping at her neck and ear lobes with light kisses. Her arousal ramped up quickly, each touch wetting her in anticipation.
She wanted his fingers down inside her, rubbing and dipping into her moist, ready folds. He followed her lead and reached his hand to pull up her dress, baring her thighs. His palm caressed her shaved pubic flesh while curling his middle finger into her wetness. She grasped his hand and directed his movements, grinding her hips. She worked herself to a frenzy with his fingers deep in her wet center.
Charlene bucked and moaned. “Unh ... Unh ... Ooooohh ... Yes!” A sunburst of her pleasure exploded in his mind as she wetted his hand with her climax.
She finished right on time. Room service knocked at the door to announce the arrival of the champagne and strawberries. Aaron tended to the cart, setting it up by the bath. Charlene caught her breath and then ran the bath, undressing without ceremony. She wasn’t modest. She had no fear of displaying her well-proportioned body.
The tub was a one piece fiberglass unit with air jets, a Jacuzzi just large enough for the two of them. Charlene slid into the tub with a sigh of pleasure. Leaning back with a smile, her creamy white breasts floated at the waterline. She caught him appreciating her body and winked.
He handed her a glass of champagne and she downed it all at once. She invited in a seductive whisper. “Come on in, the water’s warm and ready.”
He looked at her with an inward smile. Uh huh. The water’s not the only thing warm and ready. He could see her arm moving as she played with herself beneath the bubbles.
As he undressed, he read her desire to taste his cock. Don’t want to disappoint.
He accommodated her standing at the edge of the tub with his erection beckoning to her. Charlene tossed back her second glass of champagne, leaned forward, and swallowed him whole. She pumped his base while sucking hard and fast. The woman knew what she was doing. She slid up and down his cock, moving her hand along its length as she suckled on the very tip. She got down on it, alternating from full-on deep throat to intense tongue, lips, and teeth action on the sensitive head of his cock. In no time at all he lost control. He shot straight into her suction as she milked him dry, wor
king out every last drop she could squeeze. He gripped her hair shoving all the way back down her throat with his climax.
After letting Charlene catch her breath, he climbed into the tub facing her. She wiped her mouth off and went to work on a third glass of champagne. She attempted to get him to join her, but instead he fed her strawberries while she knocked back her third and fourth glasses of Dom Pérignon.
Charlene was drunk as a skunk and having a blast. “Well don’t just sit there looking pretty with all that cock. Give me that monster.”
She reached out to take him in hand. In no time at all she tugged him back up to full size. With one smooth move she expertly mounted him. Her hot, tight cunt seated all the way down. Her legs out to each side––she ground down, rotating her hips back and forth, holding the side of the tub while stroking herself with the other hand.
His preternatural strength allowed him to pound and grind forcefully with an iron grip on her generous thighs. His powerful thrusts and her own playful hands brought her to the edge quickly.
Charlene came hard, crying out her pleasure in sexy little moans. He chose this moment to strike, burying his teeth in her neck while she humped him for all she was worth. He drank deeply, hitting that familiar domino effect of multiple, cascading orgasms. Charlene screamed and cried with the force of her repeated climaxes. Buried to the hilt, he came deep inside her, and released his bite. Charlene’s body had become liquid flesh, vibrating and quivering, unable to support herself. She heaved and gasped, making weird grunt noises, crying. It had been one hell of an intense ride for the middle-aged mother of two. He stood up in the bath with her in his arms, still impaled. She was too drunk and dazed to take notice of his uncommon strength.
He carried her from the bath. Every step he took brought a sweet wine from her lips, as she bounced on his cock. He laid her on the bed and carefully slid out from between her legs.
“Oh lord.” She sighed and twitched as he pulled out.
He dreaded what he might find. Much to his relief she wasn’t bleeding. He didn’t know how common it was that women might bleed from a good hard pounding, but he definitely didn’t want to make a habit of it. He tucked her into bed and kissed her tenderly. Her exhaustion and intoxication dragged her down into unconsciousness. She smiled up at him with her venom-alcohol glazed eyes and slurred, “This is the best date I’ve ever had! Where were you twenty years ago?”
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