His Captive Mortal

by Rose , Renee

  “Please, master, may I suck your cock?”

  He smiles. “Yes, you may.”

  I open his jeans and allow his engorged cock to spring free. Before I can touch it, he grips it in his fist and uses it to slap my face, first one side then the other. As always with the vampire, the degradation of it raises my hackles, but of course that’s why he did it. He’s testing me. And deep down, don’t I like surrendering to him? I’ve never known such satisfaction.

  So I close my eyes and hold out my tongue, so his cock swipes across it as he dick-whips my face.

  “Mmm, good slave,” he murmurs, gripping the back of my head and holding me in place. “Open wider.”

  I relax my jaw, and he pushes into my mouth, filling it beyond capacity, pulling out just when I start to gag. He moves in and out, controlling the movement, fucking my face. The vulnerability of the position doesn’t escape me—one thrust too deep, and he could cut off my airway, stuff his cock in the back of my throat and strangle me with it. My basic survival instinct screams at me to pull away, free myself from the degrading position, and yet for some inexplicable reason, I want to please him. Because his torture always ends in reward.

  “Stand up and turn around, Aurelia,” Charlie orders, his voice thick. His hand catches under my arm to help, and I remember scoffing at the idea of him being chivalrous. I was wrong. He turns me around and guides me to the end of his bed, where he pushes my torso down. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, master,” I breathe. My sex tingles, electrified and waiting for his touch. I groan when he presses the head of his cock at my entrance, the mixture of soft and hard something no fingers or dildo could ever replicate.

  He slides into me, my natural lubricant so plentiful I hardly feel the stretch. Or maybe it’s the distraction of the toy in my ass. All I know is I want it all and more. I want to be fucked hard, used, wholly taken by him.

  “Please,” I whimper when he moves too slow.

  He chuckles. “I set the pace, little girl. And you don’t come until I let you. Understand?”

  “Yes, master.”

  Despite his words, he does pick up the pace, stroking in and out, caressing my pussy with his cock, pushing his pelvis against the handle of the butt plug every time he plunges in.

  I tremble, my legs scarcely holding me, need growing to a fever pitch. I lose track of our surroundings, everything shrinking to the feel of his length moving inside me, the way my very cells seem like they would explode if I don’t find release.

  “Oh Charlie,” I whimper, rolling my face in the covers, biting at the luxurious fabric. “Charlie, please let me come. Please, please, please.”

  “You’re so adorable when you beg.” His fingers tighten on my hips, and he slams in hard. Over and over, he thrusts, pounding my inner wall as his balls slap my clit, and the plug fucks my ass.

  “Charlie?” I swear I won’t last one more second.

  “Now, Aurelia,” he growls.

  My orgasm explodes the moment he gives me permission. Stars splinter before my blackened vision. Wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through me, contracting my core, sending corresponding tremors down my inner thighs to the soles of my feet.

  I hold my breath, nearly passing out from the tsunami of pleasure.

  When I fall from its jaws, I pant, collapsing over his bed. I blink to regain my vision and bearings.

  Charlie eases the plug from my ass and lifts me into the air, placing me gently on my back. As reality returns, I see the cords stand out in his neck, the pain in his face as he crawls over me. Guilt pricks me. I enjoyed my release so thoroughly while he never can.

  I stroke the side of his face, but he jerks away, impatient with my pity. He pushes his hard length between my legs, and I open for him, despite the soreness holding me. He moves inside me, neither rough nor gentle, but with a grim determination, as if he would fuck me all night just in case the curse might dissolve.

  I bring my focus to it, imagine drawing the blockage out.

  Charlie rests on his forearms, his head hanging over my shoulder, his breath labored in my ear. He starts to groan as if in pain, and the muscles of his low belly jerk.

  Without warning, his fangs strike my neck. I scream in surprise, shoving him away and convulsing beneath him. He strokes my cheek with his thumb as if to calm me, as he continues to pump his cock inside me and suckle.

  “No,” I sob. “Get off me. Stop it!”

  He sucks for a few more seconds then licks my wound closed with long slow laps as if I wasn’t struggling beneath him.

  The moment he releases me, I scramble to my feet, anger burning hot. “What the fuck was that?” I demand.

  Charlie climbs off the bed as well, looking tired, his cock still waving horizontally with unspent passion. “I didn’t mean to do that.” He sounds defeated. “Is it really that big a deal?”

  “Yes, it’s a big deal! I need my blood. I didn’t want it sucked. You knew that, and you did it anyway.”

  He stabs his fingers through his hair. “Did it hurt? Are you light-headed?”

  “No, but you had no right. I didn’t want to be bit!”

  He blew out his breath, his face turning stony. He pulls on his clothes.

  “Where are you going?” I demand, panic surging. Fork. He’s about to pull his disappearing act. My stomach tightens. “Don’t you dare leave me here—”

  He’s gone.

  “Dammit!” I scream.

  And then he reappears, as if he heard me screaming at him. He strides purposefully toward me. My heart thunders.

  What would he do?

  He wraps an arm around my waist, and for one glorious moment, I believe everything will be all right, but then my body yanks back, cells splitting and reforming. A second later, we’re standing in my living room.

  And Charlie vanishes once more.

  Damn it all. He only came back to deposit me in my house. I guess I should be grateful he was that thoughtful. He could have left me to find my way back in the dark with no clothing but the corset and stockings.

  But no. Fuck. This. I stomp to my bedroom and pull on a pair of jeans and t-shirt. He doesn’t get to run out on me every time things get difficult. He brought me to his inner sanctum, and it meant something. But the moment he shows weakness, he abandons me.

  If he’s mad, he needs to stay and tell me. I can’t take the leaving.

  I can’t.

  I put on my sneakers and grab my keys, marching out the door. He said he liked to go downtown—I’ll find him there.

  The idea that he might be angry with me gnaws at me. Something tickling the back of my mind surfaces: the color in his face looked different after he bit me. He was so pale when I tried to wake him and...hadn’t he said he was hungry?

  My belly twists into a knot of guilt. Why did I freak out on him, anyway? He was right, it didn’t hurt, and I experienced no after-effects, so he hadn’t taken too much. Maybe he really needed to feed. Or maybe it was his substitute for orgasm, and when I denied him that, it was like adding insult to injury.

  Proud vampire.

  I walk briskly downtown, looking for any sign of him. When I see none, I head to Eclipse.

  There are a few motorcycles in a lot nearby. Their tattooed owners are talking in a group. These guys are all huge, with muscles stretching their white tank tops. It’s January and cold for Arizona, but only one is wearing a leather jacket.

  As I scurry past, one of the guys turns. He’s got a pierced lip and a shaved head. In the dark, his eyes seem to glow silver—but that can’t be right. No human’s eyes could glow that way--oh. He’s not human.

  I walk faster.

  “Can I help you, little lady?” he calls. The group of guys stop talking and turn to see what’s distracted their buddy. Crap on a cracker.

  I duck into Eclipse, rubbing my arms. I shouldn’t have come here alone. Without thinking, I throw up my bubble of protection, my trigger reaction to being nervous.

  Three
heads in the back whip around to stare at me. My blood runs cold.

  Oh crap. Vampires.

  And Charlie was right. They’re all in identical suits, but they look more unsavory than he does. I look right and left, scanning the crowd for any sign of him. I back toward the door, trying not to look scared. No sign of Charlie, but the vampires stand as one and saunter toward me. I scan the bar one last time and turn, walking swiftly out.

  A vampire blurs and stops directly in front of me, blocking my path.

  * * *

  Charlie

  Blue-balling it never fails to put me in a foul mood. I try to shake myself out of it, but the darkness creeps back.

  The scene back there with Aurelia reminded him too much of Anka. Why I’d thought she was different—or any woman was different, for that matter—baffles me. Love isn’t a genuine concept. People—and vampires—are selfish creatures. In the end, everyone just looks out for him or herself. I was stupid to offer her pleasure without being able to receive my own, stupid to think she would reciprocate with the one thing I need from her.

  I stop and rub my face.

  No. She isn’t like Anka. Aurelia was scared, and she always lashes out when afraid. I like that about her—enjoy her pluck in the face of adversity. And she was right about me disappearing every time things make me uncomfortable. But if I stayed, I would have said some of the stupid things I’d been thinking, and that would have hurt her.

  And despite my assertion of selfishness, I couldn’t stand to see her hurt. Even as I’d traced away, her pain had tripped me.

  I walk downtown, the stars and fresh air soothing my frayed nerves. Something makes me stop and listen. Not a sound, more a feeling: fear. And not my own.

  Aurelia.

  I had her blood, and as my own emotions calm, I can sense hers. Something’s wrong. Before I can move, a scream splits the air, sounding just a few blocks away. I blur to the alleyway behind Eclipse just as another scream sounds. My blood turns cold.

  Fuck.

  Aurelia, immobilized through a glamour, has her head tilted back to expose her throat, and the vampire Abe Fenman and his two cronies lean over her as she screams.

  “Looks like she’s already been bitten tonight,” Abe remarks just before I materialize behind him and yank him back.

  The fight moves at vampire speed, bodies blurring, blows violent enough to crack bones. Three against one makes it difficult, but I channel the rage inside me. Forget all concern for myself. I have to get to Aurelia to disable the glamour that left her frozen and vulnerable. I twist and kick the wiry vampire named Andre, but take a hard blow to the gut from Abe, and the third vampire slashes at my throat with a broken bottle.

  The glass catches the tendon between my neck and shoulder, missing my vital artery. I catch Aurelia’s face in my hands, taking the few seconds necessary to release her from the thrall. “Bubble up, make no eye contact. Run as fast as you can.”

  The distraction costs me, as the three undead attack at once. One catches and holds my arms back as the others kick and punch me in the gut. I lift both feet and kick the immortal in front of me square in the chest then slam my head backward to bash the nose of my captor.

  Aurelia makes a bubble, but she doesn’t move; she stands staring in horror.

  “Run!” I bellow. Dammit. I should’ve enthralled her to enforce her obedience.

  My attention on her causes the vampires to adjust their focus, one of them turning to her while the other two continue to fight me.

  The broken glass slashes his forearm, but I tackle Andre to the pavement and bash his head repeatedly against the asphalt.

  “Charlie!”

  Aurelia’s scream makes me jerk my head up in time to see her hurling a ball of light squarely in Abe’s face. The furious vampire lunges towards her with a roar.

  I blur between them, catch Aurelia up around the waist and try to trace, but I can’t focus. Abe’s fangs bite into my back, ripping my shoulder.

  Aurelia throws a bubble of protection around both of us, and the vampire falls back.

  “Hey,” two big guys round the corner. They’re huge and covered in tats—most prominently a wolf paw tattoo on their right shoulders. “You leeches aren’t welcome. Get the fuck outta here.”

  Great. The werewolf patrol. I better get us out of here before they call Lucius, and the vampire king imprisons and tortures us all. There’s a reason I’ve been trying to lay low. Vampire politics are bad for my health. Bad, as in deadly.

  I close my eyes and calm myself, picturing Aurelia’s living room as I pull her into the ether.

  When we materialize, I feel her tremble.

  Fuck. I almost lost her back there. I haven’t been so afraid since...probably since I was mortal.

  “What the hell were you doing?” I snap. “First of all, I told you I didn’t want you walking around alone at night. Secondly, I told you to use your bubble and run.” I toss her over my shoulder and carry her to the bedroom where I drop her on the bed. “When I give you an order, I expect you to obey it, especially when it’s for your own damn safety!”

  She lies still, watching me with wide eyes.

  “Why didn’t you go when I told you to?” I demand.

  “I wasn’t going to leave you!”

  Something painful turns in my chest. Was it just a few hours ago I’d believed her to be selfish?

  I was dead wrong.

  “I am a vampire, love. Immortal. My wounds heal unless I am decapitated or I bleed out. You, my dear fairy, are not. And those vampires wanted to drain you for your power. I warned you of that.”

  Tears shine in her eyes, and I freeze.

  Oh hell. A wave of her emotion rolls over me—regret? Despair?

  I drop on the bed beside her to cradle her in my arms. She burrows against me, clinging to my neck and nestling her face against my chest. I brush her tears away as I stroke her back. “Shh, love. You’re safe now. Did those thugs scare you?”

  She shakes her head, pulling back to look at me, tears still spilling out of her eyes and dripping down her cheeks. “I can’t believe you did that.”

  What did I do? I rack my brain. “Those vampires--”

  “I don’t care about them. I’m talking about you!” She slaps her hand against my sternum. “You walked away again!” She strikes me again. “You always just disappear, and I’m left trying to figure out what I did wrong and how to fix it.” She smacks my chest again and again, saying, “I don’t. Want. You. To leave.”

  I catch her two wrists and hold them in one hand against my chest. “Okay,” I whisper hoarsely, her distress shaking me. I thumb away another tear and try to tuck her head back into me, but she pulls her head free.

  She seems to gather herself. “I’m sorry I was a….a brat about the blood.” She looks up with brave humility.

  I let out a short bark of surprised laughter, not expecting such an apology. Of course, I hadn’t expected her to slap me, either. “You weren’t a brat.” All my previous irritation dissolves.

  “Yes, I was. You needed to drink, didn’t you?”

  I nod, once, not liking to admit any weakness, even to her.

  “Why didn’t you tell me? Why haven’t you fed?”

  I draw a breath. “I guess I’m just a one-woman kind of man.” I shrug. “I always have been.”

  She blinks up at me, the gold flecks in her eyes glimmering. “Do you mean…” she trails off, looking uncertain. “Because it’s sexual?”

  “Yes. I’ve only wanted your blood since the night I first met you.”

  “And I refused to give it to you.” Her voice is soft with regret.

  I stroke her hair back from her face and put a finger under her chin to bring her gaze back to my face. “You were just scared.”

  She swallows and nods. “I’m not anymore. I’m yours to take as you please.”

  Her words go straight to my cock. I cradle her head and lay a soft kiss on her lips. “I’ve been telling you that since the day w
e met.”

  She twines her arms around my neck and starts to bury her face in my shoulder, then jerks back with a gasp. “Oh my God,” she says.

  I glance down at the dried blood from my cut. I pull my shirt back to show her. “Look at it,” I urge. “Vampires heal very quickly. You see how the flesh is already knit back together? Never worry about me.” I lift her in my arms as I stand. “I’ll take a shower. You need to get to bed. Please call in sick tomorrow. I don’t want you showing up to work on three hours’ sleep.”

  “Yes, master,” she murmurs. I pull the covers back for her to crawl in, and she pulls me down by the shirt, kissing me. “Charlie?”

  “Yes, little mortal?”

  “If you’re mad at me, just punish me, okay?”

  I draw my brows together. “I’m not mad at you.”

  “I mean next time. Don’t walk out. I don’t like to be abandoned. I’d rather you stayed and yelled or...you know,” she says, fluttering her lashes.

  “Tied you up and flogged your beautiful arse?”

  She giggles and waggles said arse for me. I give her twin moons a few sharp slaps, then lean over and kiss each cheek.

  “Sweet little mortal,” I murmur, my chest feeling crowded. I pull her jeans and panties off, then tug her t-shirt over her head and unlace the corset she’s still wearing from what seems like ages ago. “You’re on clothing restriction again. No clothing while in this house until further notice. Understand?”

  She groans, but I can tell she loves it. “Even while you’re asleep?”

  “Yes,” I say firmly. “Even while I’m asleep. Disobedience will be severely punished.”

  “But isn’t that like, punishing you, too? I mean since you can’t…”

  I touch her lips with the pad of my index finger. “An exquisite torture.” I leave her and walk to the bathroom to wash the blood off. I turn on the water and strip off my bloodied clothes. Stepping in, I close my eyes, and let the water splash over me.

  I hear the door open and figure she wants to brush her teeth before bed, but the shower curtain opens, and she steps in.

  “I don’t want to be alone,” she says softly.