Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Fifteen

We sat in silence in the cab, with Hans’ dark gloved hand on my thigh. The driver had the radio on, blaring out politics news, but still, we didn’t risk a conversation between us. I wouldn’t have known what to say if we’d tried.

The quiet between us only added to the tension. Whispers of thoughts, and images and feelings.

“Here, thank you,” Hans said to the driver when we were a few streets down from his house.

He paid in cash, then led me in the opposite direction.

“I guess you’re used to acting like a criminal,” I said, realising how shaky my voice sounded.

He held my hand tightly. “Yes. Things have become slightly more skilled on the technical side of detective work in recent times, but we’re still hardly dealing with Sherlock Holmes on our case, luckily.”

He put us on the true route to his house once the cab was out of sight

Here goes.

I was tingling all over when his street came into view, the taste of the thief’s blood still thick in my mouth. If I hadn’t been so possessed by my need for Hans, then I would have been exhausted beyond all recognition, but I couldn’t be. I was far, far too hungry for Hans’ teeth and his kisses, not to mention his cock.

The perverse nobility in him was so attractive it drove me insane.

“I know what you need, don’t worry,” he whispered as we walked. “Just wait until we get inside.”

My stomach did a fresh lurch as he turned his front door key with his gloved hand, and he wasn’t lying in his promise. I was slammed up against the hallway wall the very second the door closed behind us, and his breaths were hot on my neck, teeth teasing.

It was torment.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Hans, bite me now! Do it!”

“Patience,” he said, and the authority in his tone was power. Absolute, total power.

He tugged my dress down with enough strength that it tore, but I didn’t give a fuck at the sound of lovely blue satin ripping. I shrugged my bolero off and stripped the ridiculous choker from my neck, offering my wounds and secretly hoping, praying, he’d hurt me just like he had before – his teeth in the same clotted bite marks. His mouth fresh with another man’s blood.

Fuck, I was feeling so… dirty.

“Don’t chastise yourself,” he said as he took his gloves off. “This is the natural reaction to lust mixed with shock. It’s relief.”

He ran his tongue over the very wounds I was thinking about.

“Blood play drives a lot of beautiful filth, Katherine. Needs and desperation certainly fuel the imagination. Yours is only just beginning to start roaming free.”

“Imagine where the fuck it’s going to lead me, then,” I whispered.

“Don’t worry, I imagine it plenty. I’ve been imagining it for years.”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I pulled my panties off and kicked them away from me with my torn excuse of an evening dress, aching to have my flesh next to him. I moaned as he shrugged his jacket off and let it fall. There was a solid clunk of the knife as it hit the floor tiles, and BOOM, the memory came back to me in vivid colour. A soulful beast like Hans slitting the throat of the soulless beast in the restaurant yard.

He helped me as I tore off his shirt and tie in a frenzy until his chest was naked and pressed up against mine. He pinned my wrists above my head, gripped tight with one of his long, sculpted hands.

“BITE ME!” I cried out like an addict.

“Patience,” he said again, but I squirmed, every one of my healing bite marks screaming, screaming, screaming.

“Please, Hans, BITE ME!”

He tutted at me.

“I’m nicely full of a sweet, bloody drink already. It will be so beautiful to watch you begging to be my next.”

“I’ll do it now, if you want me to,” I whimpered. “I’ll do whatever you want, just please, Hans. Please bite me.”

He let me wriggle and squirm against him, watching me with dark eyes. Finally, he gave me the chance.

“Get down on the floor,” he said. “Prayers are said from the kneeling position. Only it isn’t the hand of God who’ll be blessing you tonight. It won’t be the Lord Saviour you’re praying to. It’ll be me.”

His words were so fucking horny they drove me insane. I fell to my knees as soon as he let my wrists free, staring up to him like he was my saviour.

I guess he was.

Hot tingles flushed through me when he freed his huge cock, but I felt intimidated as he worked it in his hand.

It won’t fit in my mouth.

“It will,” he told me. “But you’ll need to open nice and wide for me.”

He tipped my chin up.

“Show me how wide you can open your pretty mouth, Katherine.”

I did it, feeling like a dirty whore on my knees as I stared up at him, but he didn’t look at me like I was one. He smiled with pride.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, and eased the head of his cock between my lips. “Taste it.”

I ran my tongue over him, lapping at the salty taste.

“That’s nice,” he said and eased through my open lips.

The girth of him filled my mouth right up, but he was barely inside.

“You’ll have to give me your throat,” he told me, and I murmured my agreement as best as I could.

I let him angle me, and he worked his hips nice and slowly, pushing deeper. My mouth was still bloody, and his cock was hard as steel, and I could feel the outline of his veins against my tongue.

“Do you like taking cock in your mouth?” he asked and I gave a slight nod.

“Show me, then.”

My eyes were watering as he picked up pace, my throat beginning to retch in protest, but he didn’t stop. I sucked as best I could, and used my tongue with every thrust, dedicated to being everything he dreamt I’d be.

“You are everything I imagined, don’t worry,” he said. “You’re the horny little one I waited for.”

It spurred me on. I licked and sucked through the retches, forcing my throat to take him. He took my hair in his hands to help me, and it was another form of submission. Another sense of giving up my everything. It felt liberating.

I gave him my throat at any cost, and he used me how he wanted to. Every grunt of his felt like a victory. Every thrust felt like I was giving him my all.

“I could come in your beautiful mouth,” he told me, and I whimpered because I wanted it so much.

I wanted to taste a vampire’s cum.

“Not yet.” He smiled. “I’ve got other plans for you first. Your sweet little pussy needs to learn to take me, time after time.”

I was still sore, but my clit was tingling like crazy.

I wish I could play with myself as he fucks my mouth.

“No,” he said. “Your pleasure is in my hands from now on, not yours.”

With that he pulled out, leaving a huge string of spit between my lips and his cock while I gagged again, catching my breath.

He didn’t give me time to compose myself before he pulled me to my feet and scooped me into his arms, carrying me up the stairs like a dirty little trophy.

His bed was waiting.

He threw me onto it like a little ragdoll, but again there was no cheapness to it. He was looking at me like I was the prettiest girl in the world. It made me glow so much.

He stalked me up the bed, towering over me on rigid arms. My legs spread wide and I moved on instinct, my pussy calling for his cock, even though I knew it would hurt like hell.

As would all of it.

“Where would you like to be bitten first, little one?”

I smiled. “Anywhere.”

His stare roved down from my neck to my tits, but he seemed to ponder before he gave me a smile back.

“Let me surprise you. I think your clit has earned its reward.”

Was he going to bite my pussy? Really? Was he going to sink his teeth into the spots he told me about, right on either side of my clit?

“Patience,” he said again. “Learn that sex works best when you use feeling before thinking.”

Feeling before thinking, I nodded, gripping the sheets as he kissed his way down my stomach and yes, I was feeling it deep inside. I wanted him so much it hurt.

I sighed when his hot mouth reached my pussy.

He didn’t bite, though. He lapped, right the way up my wet pussy lips.

Oh God, I’m feeling it. Feeling you, Hans and it feels so good.

I looked down to see him open his mouth ready to bite me. His fangs were so long and white they gave me chills, but they were good chills. Excited chills.

It wasn’t my pussy he sank his teeth into, though. It was a spot right on the inside of my thigh, untouched and so tender that it sent shocks of pain right the way up through my ribs.

I cried out, but his tongue was swirling as he sucked, and I sank into it, feeling not thinking.

My legs were trembling, but my breaths slowed down, and I let go of the sheets, stretching my arms above my head.

I could take it. And I would. Anywhere he wanted.

“Yes,” he growled through his bite. “You will.”

He let go of my thigh and moved his bloody mouth back to my pussy, and this time he spread my pussy lips and swept his tongue across my tender clit, over and over. I gasped and I moaned and it felt like heaven.

“I’ll get you nice and ready this time,” he told me, and sucked my clit into his hot mouth.

I raised my hips from the bed, crying out for more, and he used my position to sink his fingers all the way inside me. I don’t know how many he was using, but it hurt, stretching me.

He twisted his fingers and sucked at my clit, but every time I began to pant and peak, he’d ease off enough to keep me hanging – drifting on the edge of an orgasm in a timeless haze. My thigh was still pulsing and bleeding, and he used my blood as lube, stretching me more and more with his fingers.

I took it, like I was told.

He sank his teeth into my other thigh and I cried out again, but it wasn’t as loud this time, the pain more bearable. I twisted into his bite as his fingers worked inside me, with a big heady grin on my face. Feeling it… feeling it…

“You’re almost ready,” he told me, and climbed back up until we were face to face, his huge dick thumping against my pussy. “Show me your throat now.”

I tipped my head back and offered him my neck, my arms still stretched above me.

He kissed the spot first – brand new flesh – then speared me with his massive dick in one solid thrust.

He’d said I was prepared, but I wasn’t expecting the force of the pounding his hips gave me. It felt like I was being torn apart from the inside out, so deep with raw pain and lust that I’d forgotten my offered throat.

He sank his teeth into me with such force that I screamed, but I was grinning, panting, needing.

Blood play.

I could only begin to imagine the crazy addiction players had in the blood houses. It must be frantic, desperate, frenzied.

Hans fucked me as he took my blood, fulfilling his needs as my body cried out for more. He became as frantic as I was, hips slamming as mine bucked, faster and faster. He ground in just the right spot, my clit so tender that it had me gasping.

Finally, gratefully, I was going to come, and suddenly, fuck, fuck, fuck. I was in the middle of the best fucking orgasm I’d ever known, and it was long as his cock pounded me. So fucking long I was groaning like a slut, and it was magic.

With his cock buried deep, he took his teeth from my throat, dripping my own blood over me as I smiled up at him.

“Like I said, little one. It’s all about patience. The longer you wait, the better it feels.”

I clenched around his rock-hard cock, still cresting on the waves. I arched my back, silently offering him my tits, and he gave me a fresh bite, right around my nipple. Perfect. It was fucking perfect as he sucked my bleeding nipple into his mouth. Just perfect as his thrusting cock set me on fire.

His fierce green eyes were boring into mine as he hissed and grunted and slammed into me as he came. I felt like a queen as he crested for himself with as much passion as I was. And then he slowed, dropped a kiss onto my lips with his dick still inside me. I could feel how ridiculously slick my pussy was when he pulled out. I must have soaked the bed.

“Open your mouth again,” he told me and slipped his fingers back inside my throbbing pussy.

His fingers were glistening with both blood and cum when he held them in front of my face.

“Suck,” he whispered, and offered them to me.

There was no hesitation. Just pride as I sucked and lapped them clean like a girl being given a reward, and he laughed with a gorgeous warm tone.

“Hungry girl,” he said.

I nodded with a giggle, and he laughed again when he pulled his clean fingers free.

“We’d better get the hungry girl a steak,” he told me. “Considering you barely touched the one at the restaurant.”

He kissed me on my blood-red lips before he pulled me up and off the bed with him, holding me tight on my shaky legs.

I certainly didn’t protest. My stomach was rumbling enough to eat a whole damn cow.