Marcus thrust upwards, hitting my prostate, and I stopped thinking as I was enveloped in a white blaze of pleasure. He rode me hard, just like normal. I was a bundle of nerves and sensations. I came on his third deep thrust and would have fallen off his lap and flat onto my face if he hadn’t caught me. He must have liked this new, slumped position I found myself in, because he shifted so that my face was angled more towards the floor, one of his hands holding onto my cuffed wrists, the other holding tight to my hips, and my knees still locked with his. He stood up, maintaining my pose, and began pumping away for all he was worth. He kept hitting that sweet spot inside of me, over and over. Drool slipped out my mouth and dripped off my chin. Oh, Christ. I was getting another erection.
“
See, this is the true you, Sex. Embrace it.”
I started to cry out with each thrust as his cock caressed that special spot. I couldn’t have kept quiet now even if I’d wanted to. It was all too much. I knew Marcus found it erotic when I keened in pleasure, because he always said such things, even when the sex was at its worst. My erection was slapping my stomach and pre-cum was leaking everywhere.
Oh, God.
I cried out as I came again. This time, Marcus jutted into me and stayed still. He groaned right into my ear. His breath skimmed hot on my neck, and I could feel his latest offering of cum being added to what he had already placed there earlier. I arched my back and gave a yell of pleasure despite myself, Damn it!
Then it was over, and suddenly all I was aware of, was that my ass was in agony again. I wasn’t going to be able to sit properly for a while, that much was certain.
“
That was beautiful, Sex.”
Marcus dragged us back to the couch and laid on it sideways. He was still in me, and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to pull out. I could feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I felt so dirty. Dirty, because I’d enjoyed it. I had come without me wanting to.
“
There is nothing to be ashamed of, Sex. Your body took pleasure in it. You were truly excited, and…it…was…a…glorious…thing…to see.” Each separate word was accompanied with a nip and lick along my spine. “I am hungry, but you have not replenished your blood from my first drink. You did not finish your juice.”
I winced as he finally pulled free from my body. He reached over me and picked up the glass, sticking the straw between my lips again. The sentiment of ‘No’ was not an option, so I drank the sickly sweet stuff until I was down to the ice cubes. The fact that there were still ice cubes floating in the juice told me that not as much time had passed as I’d thought. I was hoping that he would be leaving soon.
“
I am here all night, Sex. There is something important that I have to tend to in the morning, and it will be easier to just stay here with you. Do not move.”
He got up and strolled off to the bar cart to get me something else to drink.
Anything but cranberry juice.
As far as I can tell, vampires don’t eat food, yet Marcus messes with everything that gets sent down here through the dumbwaiter, though he’s limited himself to drinks now, since he almost killed me with food poisoning a while back.
Don’t move, he’d said. Where the hell would I go? I can’t even sit upright. Oh crap. I really needed to shower now, as his sperm was leaking out of me and dribbling down my thighs onto the couch.
He came back carrying cheese, crackers, and another glass of cranberry juice, and then saw my predicament.
“
Shower first, eating later. But drink this now.”
After I had choked down that vile drink, he picked me up with the ease of an adult lifting a child, and set me down in the bathroom. I hoped that he would take the cuffs off, but he reached in and turned on the shower for me, instead. Damn it. That meant he was going to wash me.
He shoved me into the water and rested his chin on the top of my head.
I fucking hate that.
He laughed. He was getting aroused again as he soaped up my body. I was fighting myself, fighting not to get an erection so soon or really, at all.
What’s the good in getting clean, only to get dirty and ugly again right away?
“
I told you, you looked beautiful. You always look beautiful.”
I scowled at him and turned my face up to the stream of water. A strong hand wrapped around my throat, and I was pulled back against his body. My tied hands were trapped between us, and my fingers brushed his arousal. What was going on? He shouldn’t be aroused; this would be—five?
“
I have never lied to you, Sex. Why do you think I would start now? The way your face flushes when desire hits you is absolutely stunning. I can see the blood vessels open in your face to turn it that beautiful shade of pink. I saw hints of it in that bar when I approached you. You were curious, aroused even, but too afraid to show it. I could scent your arousal, that excitement and fear, and the fact that you were a virgin to man sex. I am so glad that your first time was with me.”
Marcus took my hair in his free hand and pulled it out straight under the running water. “I had hoped that it would be longer by now. There is nothing that can be done about it though. It will grow, I am just a little anxious to complete your new look.” Letting go of me, he then proceeded to wash my tresses with all the efficiency of a dog groomer.
I almost fell over when he’d finished and started drying my hair a little too vigorously after we’d gotten out of the shower. I had no idea what my hair looked like now, compared to what it had looked like when I’d been snatched off the streets. There were no mirrors in this place, so I couldn’t see how different it appeared. I knew that it brushed my shoulders, which was a lot longer than I’d ever worn it before, so it probably looked like a rat’s nest most of the time. I had never worn it longer than ear length in my entire life; my mother would never have let me.
Marcus came up behind me again and started to brush my damp locks. I was a bit shocked. This was not the vampire’s usual routine, which was like a certain movie made a few years back—he comes, he eats, he leaves. And he’s done that, over and over. But now he’s staying to braid my hair. I didn’t even think that it would be long enough to do that. Wait, now what is he doing?
He was taking my ear into his mouth, sucking on my ear lobe. That sensation sent shivers down my spine. I turned my head away, and I instantly received his hand on my throat again, holding me still. His tongue came out and licked at the scar on my neck again.
“
At least it does not look like it is new. As the years go by it will fade, and someday, it will be almost invisible.” He tenderly kissed the spot. “Come, you need to eat. I want you again before midnight, all of you. Your blood is like a rare vintage. If I took enough, I know I could get drunk.”
I cringed. It’s not comforting to hear your vampiric captor talking about your blood like it’s a fine wine, waiting to be uncorked.
He moved his hand to the back of my neck and propelled me out of the bathroom, back to the leather couch, and flung me back down onto it as if I were a fleshy throw pillow. I laid there. What was the point in moving? He would position me whichever way he wanted to anyway.
“
See, you can learn.”
Oh, fuck off.
“
Your language needs to be greatly improved. It is rather nippy in here.”
He walked out of my line of sight, but I could hear him talking to whoever it was at the other end of the dumbwaiter before he turned his attention back to me.
“
Do you know what first attracted me to you? You were so out of place in that gay bar. You were in physical pain, you were in a three-piece suit that had seen its best wearable hours between nine and five, and you were furious—no, I would say you were seething. I could only assume that you were having a very bad day.”
And you made it worse.
Marcus laughed, and then popped back into my sight, leaning over the couch.
“
And I made it worse. Or did I? Do you really hate all of this?”
He ran his hand down my spine, dipping into the shallows before taking the deeper plunge and thrusting a finger inside of me. I hissed in agony. Too much in too short a period of time. Marcus frowned and withdrew his hand. Then he leaned lower over the couch and kissed me gently. That was so not him. What the heck was going on?
He spoke as if he was reminiscing. “Of course after I saw you in person, so lost and hurting with that sparkling, beautiful mind, I knew I had to have you, so I changed plans and drugged you instead.”
What did he mean that he changed plans and drugged me instead? Instead of what? I couldn’t get up my courage to ask that question.
Marcus raised his hand, fanned his fingers, and pressed a small spot on the large gothic-looking ring he wore. A needle-fine lancet popped out. He looked at the little weapon, admiration now in his voice. “I used nothing too elaborate; I find the old tricks are the best tricks. Once it had done its work, I just stuck my hands in your pockets, wrapped your legs around my waist, and carried you out.”
In other words, you made me look like a drunken slut.
“
I wondered how you carried me, when I weighed so much at the time,” I said. “I bet the bar patrons were questioning what a pretty guy like you was doing with a fat slob like me. Probably thought you were taking me to one of those ‘who can bring the ugliest date’ parties.”
Marcus nuzzled in close to my neck. “But you were never ugly to me. I could see the beauty of your soul beneath those layers of fat. I had to have you, no matter what it cost me. And your mind—it is complex. I had to have that too. And…You just called me pretty! You think I’m pretty?”
Damn it! No, I‘m not going to let you have that satisfaction. Never.
He sighed with disappointment and bent into my neck again, just to be there, I thought. What the hell? I had hurt his feelings?
“
If I had known for sure that it was your first time, I would have waited until you were awake. There is something thrilling about the awakening of a virgin hole. If I had known, oh the debauchery I would have planned for you. And I would have been much gentler, really. Though, that still might be on the agenda.”
Oh, God. Don’t we do enough as it is?
“
When you are as old as I am, what you have experienced is just the frost on the tip of the iceberg.
You
will come to love sex, as much as I love my Sex.”
There was a soft ding as the dumbwaiter locked into place. I’ve searched this entire area, and the only opening that I could find was the elevator shaft for the dumbwaiter. There had to be another way in and out, I just hadn’t found it, but how else did Marcus get in and out of the place? I might have been able to be stuffed into the dumbwaiter to get lowered down here, but there was no damn way that big vampire could be.
Maybe he could walk through walls?
“
Yes, I can. However, my clothes cannot.” He paused and laughed. “I am kidding. I can’t walk through walls. Do not worry, Little One, you cannot leave me. Speaking of clothes…” He pulled something from out of the dumbwaiter. “I bought these for you. I was going to give them to you later, but I have noticed that it is too chilly in here to be naked. I’m sure that you would feel more comfortable with some clothing on.”
The prospect of wearing something other than my own flesh made me struggle to get to my knees as Marcus laid out my new clothes on the back of the couch. But my enthusiasm waned greatly when I realized I was looking at items of clothing obviously bought from “The Gay” store.
Bronze leather pants, a matching stretchy t-shirt, black Doc Marten lace-up, knee-high boots and…a dog collar!
I’m NOT going to wear a damned dog collar, asshole!
He ignored me, simply telling me the reason for his choice of color. “Bronze will bring out the gold flecks in your jade green eyes, don’t you think?” He looked at me as if he were expecting some kind of loud outburst of refusal. But as far as I was concerned, except for the collar, bronze gay wear was better than stark naked, any day. “What? No glib comments on my shopping abilities?” I gestured with my shoulders, and Marcus suddenly seemed to remember that he had locked my wrists together. “Seems like I have to dress you, as well as feed you.”