Blood Slave

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The first night I felt so down I couldn’t bring myself to respond to any of Lia’s advances. I shot up one of Enrique’s venom doses earlier in the evening. By ten I needed a nip. I found Lia in her bedroom. Soon as I knocked on her door she pulled me in, pinned me against the wall and started making out aggressively. She slipped her hand down inside my sweatpants and started to finger me.
I couldn’t even get aroused. “I’m really not feeling this right now. Can you just bite me? Maybe I’ll feel better tomorrow. We can go out or something. I’ll make it up to you.”
She hissed in frustration. Hot and bothered, she felt unsatisfied. “You’ll get what you want when I get what I want,” she snapped as she shoved me out into the hallway to shut the bedroom door in my face.
Now I was depressed and hard up for a bite. Luckily Enrique had left me three doses of his venom. I used the remaining two shots to get through the night. I was in such a horrible mood. I hadn’t even apologized to Lia.
I spent the night in my room watching TV with two bottles of wine, camped out on the sofa awaiting Enrique’s call. He finally called me at six-thirty in the morning. I had passed out on the couch with the telephone in my lap.
“I have a few minutes before sunrise. I wanted to let you know I made it and I’ll be home as soon as possible.”
“I miss you so much! Please come home!” Crying. Again.
“Be strong, querida. I’ll be home before you know it. Take care and goodbye.”
I cried myself to sleep on the couch, hating life, hating Enrique for leaving me behind, hating Lia for being who she is. Maybe if I’d have been more sensitive to Lia that first night things might’ve turned out differently. Probably not, she’s a royal cunt, but maybe.
The next night Lia began to show her true colors. They say when the cat’s away the mice will play, and Lia was one sick mouse. I headed straight for her early in the evening. I knew the exact moment she opened her eyes because I sat astride her hips, waiting for the sun to set. I was a mess. My hands shook, my stomach flopped in nausea, I hadn’t eaten anything yet.
I read her mind from the second she awoke and realized I was sitting on her, pinning her down. Her fear, suspicion, and instant rage exploded in my face.
“What’re you doing?” She growled, and shoved me right off. I went flying. Luckily I tumbled onto the throw rug instead of the hardwood part of the floor. I never really understood till that moment how vulnerable vampires are in the daytime, and how insecure they might be about it. I had hoped to surprise her with some wake up sex, I was completely nude.
I picked myself up off the floor cursing as I caught my breath. Before I could even stand she tackled me.
“I said what the fuck are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?” She had landed on me with her damn claws sinking in, like a pouncing cat.
“Ow, get the hell off me!”
I shoved her scrawny little ass right off. She tumbled across the hardwood floor. Then in the blink of an eye she was back on top of me, pinning me down. She thought I intended to kill her while she slept. She wanted to kill me. Her sharp little claws slid around my throat trying to close down. She wanted to take a chunk out of me right there. And then I felt it, she couldn’t squeeze any harder. This other force overpowered her body, pulling her hand away from my throat. Enrique’s mandate had kicked in overriding her desires. Though she wanted to badly she couldn’t hurt me.
“Someday you’ll know what it feels like to be restrained, to be tied by the will of another. Someday you’ll know.” She growled and squealed. Her hands clenched. She shook her head, trying to fight a losing battle.
“I was waiting for you to wake up! You crazy bitch! I wanted to surprise you, to make up for last night!”
I could not think of words to bring her back to sanity. So I kissed her. I have never kissed anyone who wanted to kill me. It’s pretty weird. She let me, her mind filled with thoughts of murder, claws flexing with an ache to hurt me.
“I just wanted to please you, let me make love to you.”
“Oh, so you’re feeling it now?” She mocked my words from the previous night.
“I’m sorry about last night. I was depressed. I still am, but I’m willing.” I tried to look willing, but she had scared the shit out of me. I trembled with the knowledge of how wickedly violent she could be.
She calmed down, but continued to look at me with disdain. She suspected I might be lying. She actually thought I might do harm to her while she slept.
“Look I’ll make it up to you right now. We’ll do whatever you want.”
I flicked my tongue at her in offering, and slid my hands down around her thighs. She wore a T-shirt and nothing else. Her mind registered a flicker of desire, so I kept going. I worked my hand between her legs to caress her warm folds. The spark ignited to flame. Her excitement grew as she wetted to my touch.
“Anything I want? Anything at all?”
I hesitated for a moment, sensing the potential entrapment of her words. Her thoughts were centered on me, on sex. “Yes … anything you want.”
She shifted gears on me, stood up, and brushed me off callously. “Good, go to your room and wait till I’m ready. I’ll call for you in a couple hours. When I call I want you exactly as you are – naked. And bring lubrication.”
Her attitude made me nervous. Her mind had filled with visions of vibrators, dildos, and strap-ons. I foolishly agreed to her game. “Oh … Okay … so you’re just gonna bite me for now? Saving the good stuff for later?”
“No, I’m not going to bite you. I’ll call for you later when I’m ready.” Fuck.
She stripped off her shirt and turned her back on me walking to the bathroom. The damn bitch was totally nude and so was I, yet she denied my offer. The precariousness of my position hit home. I needed that bite now – immediately. I couldn’t wait.
I chased her into the bathroom. She let me pin her to the bathroom wall, rubbing all up her inner thighs and breasts. I gave it my best shot to seduce her. I whispered in her ear, flicking my tongue.
“Please. I need one little bite. I’ll do whatever you want. Now, later, all night long if you want.”
I went down on my knees, basically begging her. I attacked her shaved pussy, licking and banging fast and hard. One finger, two fingers, three fingers. I suckled her like there was no tomorrow. She grabbed my hair and shoved my face into her sex, grinding on me while she humped my mouth.
I gave her what she wanted, down on my knees, worshipping at her altar. I gave it to her just the way she liked it, the three finger Stinger. I knew she wanted it all along, but I didn’t understand why she tried to deny it. I made her come three times in a span of twenty minutes. Twenty minutes of service on my knees, her hands fisted in my hair.
When I felt I’d gone far enough, I stood up and kissed her, my hands still working her. “Bite me now.”
I looked in her eyes as she came again, humping on my hand as she finished.
Her quiet whisper chilled me to the bone. “No. You’ll wait till I’m ready. Leave me now.”
Punishment. She was torturing me for my rejection of the night before. “Please don’t do this. I’m sorry for last night. Please. I need it so bad. You don’t understand what it’s like.”
She looked at me cold, glacier cold. She didn’t care how I felt. She growled menacingly. “Go now.”
I used every last ounce of willpower I had walking out the bedroom door, doing as she commanded. I feared she may never give me what I needed if I didn’t obey.
I sat in my room freaking out and downed a thirty dollar bottle of Zinfandel in ten minutes. I raided the medicine cabinet and found forty mg tablets of OxyContin, a lifesaver. By the time the Oxys kicked in I was already blasted on the wine, feeling pretty damn good. If I could get my hands on some more Oxys or Suboxone, I could withstand Lia’s nasty little games until Enrique made it back tomorrow night.
She made me wait till midnight before calling me on the intercom. Her ‘two hours’ turned out to be five hours. Oh how I had wanted to call her, to beg her. I almost did it dozens of times. The only thing keeping my sanity intact was the fact I was shit-face drunk.
“I’m ready for you now, come to my room.”
I answered in my drunken slur. “Oh great, let’s party.”
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Chapter 18
I had long since abandoned the wine glass. I showed up at Lia’s bedroom door with the Zin in hand, my face wet and sticky from spilled wine, butt naked. I was staggering drunk, the kinda drunk where you can actually drive better than you can walk.
“Let’s party!”
I stumbled into her room. She wasn’t alone. Of all the things I imagined she might want to do, I never thought she would want a man. Turns out he wasn’t really there for her. He was supposed to play with me. I read it all there clearly in her mind.
She had run an ad in craigslist personals, “Smoking hot Latina needs a man with an 8 inch cock.”
She posted a picture of me in a red Gucci dress with my rose-tinted shades. Bitch tried pimping me out for free! She’d done it last night right after I turned her down!
What I didn’t comprehend at the time, but would later grasp, is that Lia had learned to control her thoughts in my presence. She could hide certain things from me. I’d never seen this coming, even though she planned it since last night. I suppose I was too sloshed to think about the ramifications of her surprise.
Guy called himself Corey. Kinda femmy looking, bisexual all the way, and he did indeed have an eight inch cock. Believe it or not, anything over six inches is uncommonly large. Few men are that large. So yeah, when girls say oh you’re so big, they’re probably lying, or they haven’t had any real comparison.
“Damn you’re sexy, girl.” He stared me up and down. Like all men of his size between the legs he wondered if I could take all of it without complaining. I’d heard the gripe several times from different men. They have to be overly careful with their girlfriend – wife – significant other. It’s just not fair they can’t bury that thing to the hilt whenever they want. That’s why they came to me, the Energizer Bunny, service without complaint.