Blood Slave

by Brannan Black

  She swallowed hard and nodded. I caught the whiff of her fear.

  I hated to do it, but she had to learn her place, or she’d be seen as a threat.

  Time for a little show and tell. I peeled the bloody towel off my hand. Her eyes widened and her mouth gaped open.

  “Take a good look. Touch it.” I held my hand out to her. It still had a red tinge to it and hurt just a bit, but the fingers had all regenerated. I waited for her to say something as she traced a single, shaky finger across the back of my hand.

  A chime at the door interrupted us.

  “Go in the bedroom, shut the door and stay quiet.” She ignored me so I grabbed her arm and gave her a little shove in the right direction. “Bedroom, now, make a sound and you will regret it.”

  She stumbled slightly and turned to glare. I put on my do it now or die face. It worked. She whirled and ran into the bedroom, slamming the door almost in my face.

  I keyed open the front door. “Bring it in here.” I pointed toward the kitchen. The delivery guy grunted and deposited the bags on the counter. He kept darting glances at me as I walked him back toward the door. I knew what he wanted. Bite junky. “When were you last fed off of?”

  “Three weeks, sir.” His voice sounded way too eager but he didn’t look pale, so maybe he spoke the truth. I shoved him face first into the wall. He grunted excitedly and reached to undo his pants.

  “You can take care of yourself. I just want your blood.” I licked the man’s neck, ready to feed.

  “Yes, sir,” came the less than enthusiastic response. Bite junkies craved the sexual high that came from the bite. Tough. I didn’t feel like fucking him. After Kierra, no other would do.

  I slid my fangs into a vein at the base of his neck. As his blood rushed into my mouth, I felt him shiver from the bite lust. His shoulder moved as he stroked his already hard cock. Soft moans oozed past his lips.

  I heard a slight noise. Kierra peeked out of the bedroom, eyes wide as I fed. The man groaned and a shudder shook him. I could feel him coming and watched the shock and yes, sexual excitement on my pet’s face. My cock pulsed hard with need, a small wet spot growing inside my jeans. Her gaze snapped up to mine and I captured it as I finished licking the bite closed. I stepped back and gave the man a brief moment to collect himself before keying the door open. All without taking my gaze off her.

  I stalked over with a slight smile on my lips. Damn, I wanted her so bad.

  I saw her eyes widen suddenly. “Hmm, let a little slip?” I licked my lips slow and seductively.

  Her eyes dilated and I smelled her arousal spiking higher. My body heated as she ran her gaze down me to my throbbing cock. “We call it bite lust, and it affects us almost as much as mortals.” I ran my hand down my hard cock. “Unless you want to help with this, go put your pet food away.” I pointed toward the kitchen. Wild eyed, she spun around and hurried to the kitchen. She glanced at me a couple of times, as if afraid I might sneak up on her.

  I wanted to, oh, how I wanted to feel her tight little pussy surround me while I thrust into her. Her smell intoxicated me even more. A hint of arousal mixed with too much fear. If I wasn’t careful, I’d jump her right there in the kitchen. But her furtive glances told me I needed to give her some space yet. I put the island counter between us so we could talk while she put stuff away.

  “So, now do you believe?”

  Her hand shook slightly as she took things out of a bag. “Would they really kill me if I left here? This inner circle is sort of like a bunch of vampire mob bosses?”

  “Yes, Adriana made that clear. Ferine took you unknowing and unwilling. You didn’t agree to join his house, or mine. We work hard to stay just a myth. That means not letting freaked out mortals run around telling tales.”

  Her short bark of laughter sounded strained. “Like anyone would believe me.”

  “You’d be surprised. And you know how to find a major vampire holding, as well as knowing me all too well. Even if I convinced the circle that you could be trusted, Ferine would just come after you again.”

  “So the two of you have been rivals for centuries?” She stopped for a moment to meet my gaze.

  “Yes.” I really didn’t want to get into it right now.

  “I think I deserve more than just a yes. He attacked me because of you, didn’t he?”

  She had a point. “Close to three hundred years ago I got into a bit of a jam with vampire hunters on my tail. Ferine was a wealthy man, but his money couldn’t buy him the one thing he wanted, a longer life. He found me and we struck a deal. He’d protect me and I’d turn him. Becoming a vampire is not a simple thing and not everyone who tries it survives. The first step is becoming a blood slave.”

  Her eyes widened then a wicked grin spread across her face. “Oh my God. You were lovers.”

  I shrugged. “That’s how Ferine saw it. Blood and sex go together for us, but it was just feeding, not like between two mortals. This isn’t well known, but we get a certain amount of our sustenance from sex. It produces an energy we feed off.” I ran my gaze down her body and back, then gave her a wink. “In fact, older vampires need sex more than blood. Once I turned Ferine, I had no more interest in being with him. I really don’t like men that way.”

  She smirked at me. “Unless you’re sucking their blood.” Her brows drew down in thought. “So why not have sex with the delivery guy?”

  I leaned across the counter and let my desire for her show. “Because I’d rather save it for you. I don’t have to get both from the same source and you are way more attractive.”

  “Oh. So you won’t bite me every time?”

  “No, that would kill you. Unless injured, I only need blood every week or two, now, but that’s still too often for one mortal. But I don’t think I could go that long without the comfort of your sweet touch.”

  She drew back and crossed her arms protectively over her chest, then turned to put things in the fridge. “So I’m just another type of food for you.”

  “No, pet. You know why I never kissed you before? I knew once I did, I’d never want to stop.” I came around the counter and wrapped my arms around her back. I pressed tight, letting her feel the raging hard-on threatening to tear through my jeans. “Worse, I can smell your desire. I know you want me. Why try to deny it?”

  She struggled to speak. “Because you scare the shit out me. Because I’ve never been good at casual sex. I couldn’t live with being just your blood whore. I need more. A partner, not a master. Anything less would destroy what little self-respect I have left.” Her amber eyes glittered with rising tears as she searched my face, begging for something to make it all better.

  I brushed her hair back from her face. “Pet, Kierra, this is not casual sex. Between a vampire and a mortal, there can be no closer intimacy.” I stroked her face softly. “I haven’t had a woman to care for in a very long time. Forgive me if I’m rusty. I am trying to meet your needs as much as I can.”

  She swallowed heavily and started on the next bag of groceries. “I appreciate the effort, and I am grateful, but that doesn’t change the facts. No matter how gilded you make the cage, it’s still a prison.”

  “I really wish things hadn’t turned out this way. But I will do whatever it takes to keep you safe, Kierra. Even if you hate me for it.”

  “Even if it kills me, my soul?”

  “I think you’re stronger than that.” I pray you’re stronger… but I couldn’t say it. Didn’t dare let my guard down or I’d want to take her in my arms and do whatever it took to make her feel better. Or tear her clothes off and fuck her brains out again.

  I shifted my aching cock as I walked over to stare out the window. How the hell am I going to give her time when everything about her makes me hard and needy? Damn, I couldn’t remember the last time I wanted a woman so much. Or cared so deeply what one thought of me. I leaned my head against the glass. Shit, I had it bad.

  Chapter Five

  Dekker leaned against the window looking
so sad it nearly broke my heart.

  How could I feel sympathy for a man who would hold me against my will? Or desire? I hadn’t missed the large bulge he shifted more than once since feeding. Bite lust. Why didn’t he just demand I satisfy him? “Dekker, you said you need sex as much as blood. But you haven’t even asked me. Why?”

  He drew a breath before answering. “I won’t force you, pet. Much as I want you, need you, I won’t ever force myself on you.”

  Crap, why did he have to be so nice? It made it hard to stay angry. At that moment it occurred to me this might be as hard for him as it was for me. He’d even said as much.

  Gathering up my courage, I crossed the room and ran a hand across his shoulder. “Dek, would it help if… if I, ah.” The words I wanted to say got stuck in my throat and I blushed. How did one offer a blow job? Could I really do that? It’s not like I had all sorts of experience at it.

  He reached a hand to pull me around. His deep blue eyes, so full of passion, stole my breath away. “Whatever it is you’re offering, I would be happy to accept.” He leaned down to capture my lips with his.

  My sex warmed with desire. Yeah, I could do this, and maybe more. I kissed him back. He pressed me up against the glass, his hard dick digging into my pelvis and belly. Shit, that thing felt like a monster. A flash of memory hit, of him driving into me. My sex slicked, but at the same time I felt a rush of fear. I still felt raw from the last time, and that had to be the worst hangover I’d ever had. No, I couldn’t have sex with him. Not yet.

  He must have sensed my reluctance. His hold loosened. “It’s all right. I understand. I really wish our first time together hadn’t been so hard on you. That you hadn’t been forced to accept my bite.”

  He tucked me tenderly against his chest with the side of his face nestled against my hair. His dick twitched as I pressed close and my breath caught. I slipped a hand between us and cupped him firmly. “Does that hurt? After feeding and not… getting off?” I could hardly believe my brazenness.

  He pulled back enough to look down at me with a surprised look. “Yeah, but I’ll live.” He stroked the side of my face tenderly, but his gaze held a fiery passion that I couldn’t deny.

  I took a breath and gathered my courage again. “I could, ah…” I licked my lips nervously and his dick jumped against me.

  A slow smile spread across his face. “I would very much like to feel your luscious lips wrapped around my cock.” He rubbed himself against my hand.

  I gave him a few hard strokes that left him gasping in pleasure. His fly unzipped with a loud hiss as I tugged it down. He looked down as I palmed his hard length. A few drops of precum glistened on the fat head. His chest heaved and his cock pulsed in my hand.

  Nerves got the better of me again. “I haven’t done this a lot. So…” I choked up when he smiled at me.

  “It’s OK. Do it like this.” He pulled my thumb to his mouth and licked it, swirling around the tip, then he slipped his lips over it until he had it all inside. His tongue worked along it and then he sucked, hard. I gasped when the sensations flowed down to my sex. A rush of juice soaked my panties. His eyes lit with amused passion and he released my thumb.

  I swallowed and let him guide me down until I knelt in front of him. I caressed his dick, marveling at the soft texture on top of his rock hardness. I leaned in and licked the tip. He tasted salty, and a bit bitter, but not bad. He smelled clean and male. Not like the only other guy I’d ever sucked. He moaned and leaned against the glass with one hand while the other caressed my head.

  I licked around the head again and then down the large vein. He gasped and his dick pulsed. I loved the smell of his musk.

  “Yeah, that’s it,” he moaned. I glanced up to find his eyes closed and a look of pure lusty passion on his face. Watching him, I took him in my mouth. He made that funny grimace guys do when it feels too good.

  “Shit. That’s good, pet.” His hips flexed in a gentle thrust. I took the hint and started working his length in and out, my tongue slurping and exploring all the ridges I could feel. He moaned and sighed, urging me on. He shifted to lean his head against the glass as if he could barely stand. His dick swelled in my mouth and got even harder.

  “Gods, pet, soon, I’m going to come soon.” He tugged at my hair to let me know I could back off. More of his salty, bitter precum covered my tongue. I’d never swallowed before but for him, I’d do it. I sucked him deep. His body grew still and hard.

  “Fuck.” He jerked and his cum filled my mouth. I fought the urge to gag and swallowed, sucking and licking as I did. His cock jerked. He gasped and shoved deeper as he pulsed out the last of his cum. I choked and he pulled back. “Sorry. Damn, pet. I thought you said you weren’t very good at that.” A few more tremors rippled through his body as I gave his dick a last lick. His chest heaved as he slowly came back. I tucked him back inside and zipped up his pants.

  He helped me stand and kissed me hard, then gentler. “Thank you.” His words caressed my lips he spoke so close to them. A shiver of pleasure ran down to my sex. “Would you let me pleasure you now?”

  “I… I don’t think I’m ready for that just yet.” As much as I wanted him, that fear niggled at the back of my mind. That and I still felt just a bit sore here and there.

  He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. “Let me know when you are, Kierra, and I promise I will rock your world -- without having to bite you.”

  His cell rang and he stepped away. “Damn, pet, I have to take this. It’s work.”

  “Work? I thought all vampires were rich playboys.” My lips twitched as I tried to hide my smile.

  He laughed. “No, ’fraid not. Places like this don’t come cheap and I have a feeling my expenses are going to skyrocket.”

  I gave him a wicked grin. “Uh huh. Pets can be very expensive.” I couldn’t help admire his tight ass as it disappeared into what must be his office.

  I wandered about before settling in to watch TV. At least he had cable with pay-per-view and a DVR. An evil chuckle rose in my throat. Oh, yeah, his cable bill at least would be shocking.

  I don’t know what time he finished working. I’d long since gotten bored and headed to bed with Sass curled up by my chest. I slept right through him coming to bed.

  * * *

  I startled awake with Dekker wrapped around me. His hard dick pressed against my ass. “Evening, pet. Sleep well?” His hand caressed my shoulder, reminding my skin how to feel alive. A twinge started in my sex.

  He leaned in close and whispered, “Much as I’d enjoy the warmth of your lovely body, I have to meet Nate.” He heaved a sigh and rolled out of bed. He shot me a look full of mischief and disappeared into his enormous walk in closet.

  I sighed and got up. Sass had left sometime during the night, make that day. I rummaged through my suitcase. I’d have to do laundry soon, Nate hadn’t packed much. Same for the kitchen stuff. Dekker had nothing but a few glasses and Nate brought only a bag of canned and boxed foods, a small box of dishes, a sauce pan and a large fry pan. I started washing the fry pan so I could fix breakfast, even if it was dinner time. A frustrated sigh bubbled up.

  “I get the feeling something’s missing here?” Dekker leaned against the counter watching me like he’d never seen someone wash a pan.

  “Where do I start? You’ve nothing to cook with, and little more to eat it on. I’m out of clean underwear and I don’t like your soap. That’s on top of the slave thing.” Though I had to admit, he treated me more like a guest than a slave.

  A big grin crossed his face. “I’ll make you a deal. You get your stuff put away and while I’m out running errands, I could stop by and get you a few things.”

  At first it felt like such a kind gesture. Until I started thinking about where I’d put things. “How long are you going to keep me here? You know, to protect me and all.” I locked on to his blue eyes, needing to see the truth in them.

  He met my look steadily. “You live here now. Yes, to protect you, but a
lso as my blood slave. Learn your place and eventually you’ll be granted some freedoms. Until then, work on following my orders. Put your stuff away.”

  I swallowed hard around the lump in my throat. So easily he turned from the man I thought I knew into the cold, hard hearted vampire. I felt tears rising in my eyes and focused on serving the scrambled eggs I no longer felt like eating.

  “I won’t be alone when I return. I’ll expect you to stay quiet and out of sight. Understood?”

  I didn’t trust my voice, so I just nodded. I stared at my plate until he left. How could he expect me to just roll over and play slave? The tears rolling down my face came from anger as much as sorrow. Vampire or not, he had no right to treat me like -- like a slave. Vampires must have missed the whole civil rights thing. Damn him.

  * * *

  The doorbell chimed, startling me half out of my skin. I quickly shut the TV off. I knew I couldn’t open the door; I’d spent nearly an hour trying to figure the code out. But I could activate the screen to see who stood outside. Maybe they could hear me through the door and call for help. A small voice wondered if I really wanted to be free of Dekker, but I ignored it.

  I only recognized one of the men on the other side of the door and he was enough to send me backpedaling. Ferine! My head started to hurt and I felt a strong need to open the door. Hadn’t I heard them say something about using some kind of mind thing? The pain and now pressure increased. I found my hand twitching as if to answer that unseen compulsion. But I couldn’t open the door even if I wanted to.

  I stumbled away from the door and the pressure let up for a few moments. Then it came back even stronger. Only this time, it urged me toward the kitchen. I fought it as hard as I could but my feet slowly moved me toward the kitchen. I clung to the counter as if I could hold myself there. A knife, I needed to find a knife, then I could end it all. Make all the pain go away. All I had to do was find a big knife.