Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

I’d had so many fantasies, but none of them had prepared me for the excited but abject terror I felt as I climbed the stairs up to Hans’ bedroom. Every step made my heart pound faster. The reality dawning.

Hans was going to drink blood straight from my throat, and he was going to thrust his huge vampire cock inside me. That was the bottom line. Drink my blood and fuck me.

He was behind me with every step, close enough that I could feel the heat between us.

I was tempted to strike up an attempt at small talk to ease the tension, but I didn’t. I made my way in silence with the vampire at my back, the tension still building with every pounding heartbeat.

“It’s the door at the end of the landing,” he told me.

I saw it, looming tall. A monster of jet-black oak. Yes. Black oak. Or so I thought until I turned the handle. I had to shove it hard to get it to move, shunting it wide with my shoulder.

It was obvious why when I stepped inside. There was thick steel attached to the wood. A huge solid panel on massive hinges.

“Yes, it’s a heavy one,” Hans said. “You’ll get used to it in time.”

I’m sure my mouth was open in awe when I saw the full extent of the bedroom before me. The bed was huge, made up in magnificent black damask bedding with satin cushions. The rug at the side was thick and plush, in glorious black and gold swirls, and the chandelier was wrought iron, hanging low. There was a dark wooden desk, and a beautiful gold banker’s lamp, and antique bedside cabinets fit for a king.

“Wow,” I said, because no true words could do it justice.

“I’m glad you like it,” Hans said.

I jumped when he closed the door behind us. The thick steel bolts made tremendous clunks as he fastened them. There was no way we’d be getting out of here in a hurry.

And no way anyone would be getting in here in a hurry.

“That is true,” Hans said. “We are very security conscious. Both of people as well as sunlight.”

I looked around, trying to soak in every feature. There were old oil paintings – landscapes, and symbols I didn’t understand. And a crucifix. There was a crucifix on the wall above the bed.

“But wha–” I began.

“Not all of the legends are true,” he said. “That one is nothing but a fallacy.”

I looked around some more, admiring a bookshelf filled from floor to ceiling with leather bound tomes. There was a beautiful velvet-covered armchair sitting beside them.

I walked up to the bed, still trying to comprehend the fact I’d be sharing it with the creature watching me. It felt like a very honourable place to lose my virginity. The header and footer were made up of yet more thick bars of iron. Beautifully regal. I touched the bedding, doing my best to believe this was really happening to me.

“Oh yes,” Hans assured me. “It’s really happening to you.”

I gave him a meek little smile, then carried on past the bed to take a glimpse through a window at the street outside. The drapes around the glass were heavy black velvet to complement the bedding. It was when I stepped up closer to the sill that I realised just what was waiting behind them.

“As I said,” Hans told me. “We are very security conscious.”

The shutters behind the drapes were as heavy as the panel behind the door, with the same solid variety of bolts and latches.

“Let me get those,” Hans said.

He closed the shutters with a tug, the metal thumping hard as the glow of the street outside disappeared. He worked the bolts and the locks in a flash, and it was clear we were sealed in so tight it was like a bedroom tomb.

After the dark metal shutters came a blackout blind that pulled down from above, and still came the thick damask curtains on top. He did the same with the other large window as I watched him, and if I was claustrophobic, I’d have been a wreck in this place, no matter the size of it.

“Just as well you’re not.” Hans smiled. “We’re even more enclosed than you think we are right now, by the way.” He tapped the oak floor with a heel. “Under here is solid steel, and there are matching layers in the walls to box us in.”

“And in the ceiling?”

“Yes. In the ceiling, too.”

“So, we’re in a metal box?”

“Yes, effectively. No people, and no sunlight. They’d need an industrial team to get us out of this place.”

I looked around through fresh eyes. Surprisingly, the place didn’t feel all that eerie. I didn’t feel uncomfortable at the thought of being locked in a London City tomb, bolted in tight by steel panels all around me.

“Let’s get ready now, little one,” Hans said, and I saw the hunger in his eyes. “It’s time you learnt what it’s like to truly be taken.”

He gestured to the middle of the room, and I felt like I was walking onto a stage as I edged over with tiny steps. One, two, three.

But wait–

It was like something shifted in my subconsciousness on the journey.

Something primal. Wild. Crazy.

I mean, I wanted it. I wanted this…

But no.

NO.

My pulse was racing, and my legs were shaking, and the true force of what was about to happen seemed to hit me like an axe in the head.

“It’s all right,” Hans whispered. “Your body is scared. Let it be.”

My body wasn’t just scared, it was terrified. My eyes took on a life of their own as they zoomed around the place, realising in a new light that we really were sealed inside a bedroom tomb. A vampire’s tomb. It was like being in the dream again with my feet wanting to sprint along cobbles, but here there was nowhere to run.

“This is natural, Katherine,” Hans said. “Your body wants to flee because it fears what’s coming.”

“It’s what I want, though,” I said with a raspy breath. “I want you to bite me and take me.”

He smiled with beautiful pointed teeth, but my legs were still braced for running.

“Your soul does, yes, but your body doesn’t want to give in yet. Fight or flight needs to pass, so give it a moment. Take a breath and let it break its hold.”

I took a breath, trying to calm myself.

“That’s it,” Hans whispered. “Your body must accept that it belongs to my will now. It must give up the fight.”

My thighs tensed up, instinct still simmering.

“Give up the fight,” he said. “Sink beneath your own survival instinct and tell yourself that your fate is mine to deliver.”

“I… I’m not going to die though, am I?”

“No, but survival instincts don’t work that way. Your body won’t be believing you, especially when I sink my teeth into your throat.”

It felt like a war was waging inside me.

“Breathe slowly,” Hans told me. “Your body must accept it belongs to me now.”

I breathed as slowly as I could, ears ringing. I zoned in on the pulse in my temples, and listened. Breathed and listened. Slowly.

My body belongs to Hans now.

Give up the fight.

“Good girl,” Hans whispered. “No matter how much you think you want your life sucked from your slender throat and an undead creature’s cock tearing your beautiful virginity away, it’s going to be a very different experience when it comes to it. Tell yourself you want that experience. Make your body believe you.”

His words sent fire searing through me. I felt his fangs stabbing my neck. His cock filling me up in one hard thrust.

Yes, I want it. I want that experience.

My body belongs to Hans now.

Give up the fight.

“That’s it,” Hans said. “So, bring your body into line. Give up the fight and strip naked for me.”

My nipples tightened at his words but I wanted to whimper at the thought. I’d never stripped naked for anyone. My own mother hadn’t seen me undressed since my breasts first started to develop. I was too uncomfortable to reveal myself, even to her.

Give up the fight. My body belongs to Hans now.

My fingers unbuttoned my blouse slowly. He’s already seen me like this. He’s seen my tits offered up to him.

“Yes, I have,” Hans told me. “And they are absolutely beautiful. Just like the rest of you will be.”

I used his words as extra confidence, still battling my body’s urge to run. I unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor with my blouse, then reached behind for the zip of my pencil skirt.

I felt so exposed. It felt like a whole audience of hidden eyes were watching me.

“You want me naked? Right here, in the middle of the room?” I was stalling and sounding pathetic.

Hans came to stand before me, eyes on my tits. The bruises looked worse now. I lifted my chest a little. He liked that. Smiled at me.

“Yes. I want you naked. Right now. This is part of accepting your fate. Losing your inhibitions to a higher force. Show me.”

I felt the shift in me. The want in me.

His will. My will.

I unzipped my skirt and let it drop, standing bare apart from the tights he’d already torn at the crotch and the wet panties underneath them.

“Almost there,” Hans said. “Go on, little one. Show me.”

I closed my eyes as I took my tights off, and hooked my thumbs in the sides of my panties. It felt like there was something symbolic about it – presenting my virgin pussy to Hans.

“There is something symbolic about it,” Hans told me. “Virginity is a sacred thing. A sacred gift of the body to be offered.”

I opened my eyes to see his smile. The green of his hooded eyes was dirty but pure.

“Offer yourself to me,” Hans said, and his voice was so self-assured. “Offer me your sacred little pussy like a good girl.”

I no longer wanted to run. My panting had shifted from fear to want.

To need.

Oh God, I needed him.

“That’s it,” he whispered. “Acceptance of the body is so good for the soul. You want to offer me that sacred little pussy. I know you do.”

“Yes,” I said. “I do.”

“So, do it. Be brave and show me.”

With that, I took a breath and did what I was told. I pulled my tights and panties down and stepped out of the wet lace, and then I kicked the pile of clothes away, leaving just me, naked and vulnerable. His to consume and use however he chose.

The acceptance of my fate felt bizarrely liberating when the panic eased away. There was a level of peace under the terror that lit up my soul. Finally, it was coming. Truly. The time was coming.

“Spread your legs,” Hans told me, and I did it.

I spread my legs and stood before him like a child standing before their teacher, desperate for instruction, and praise, and reward.

The look in the vampire’s eyes gave me all the praise I could ever need.

“You’re so slick and wet for me, it’s beautiful,” he said, and I smiled.

He gestured me to spin.

I turned for him like a naked ballerina, as dainty as I could be on nervous tiptoes.

“Perfect,” he told me, and I believed him. For once in my life, I believed I was worth something.

The thought came hard and sharp.

I hadn’t truly realised how little I thought of myself.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Hans said, and pressed himself up behind me. “I can’t wait to show you what it really feels like to be loved.”

Loved.

“Yes,” he told me. “Loved. I’ve loved you since before you were born. I’m going to show you that.”

He’s going to show me how well he can make me hurt, too.

“Indeed, I am.”

His teeth grazed my shoulder from behind and I thought he might sink his teeth into my neck right there on the spot, but he didn’t. He pulled my hair loose from its bun instead, so it tumbled free.

It made me feel even more naked and natural for him.

With that, he stepped away and gestured to the bed.

“I’m going to take it all from you now. Get yourself up there.”

I was silent as I followed his command, at strange ease as I climbed up onto his mattress and laid down on my back for him, my arms above my head in perfect submission.

I didn’t make a sound as he climbed up next to me and looked me straight in the eye.

“I’m going to take that sacred treasure from you now, little one. Open your legs nice and wide for me.”