Undesirable: Chapter 14
TITLE: Undesirable (A vampire novel)
RATING: NC-17 (This chapter NC-17)
SUMMARY: Gregory shows George his particular brand of seduction.
WARNINGS: (this chapter) Non-con, Bondage.
Word Count: 6363
Chapter 14
I closed my eyes and took the last logical form of escape I could. It's all a bad dream, it's all a bad dream I'm gonna wake up and be in my bed at home and blaming the pizza for this fucking endless nightmare pleaseohpleaseohplease be a dream. If there was any truth to the notion that reality could be bent by sheer will alone…
"Now that's moderately insulting," said Gregory with a touch of petulance. "Did you just hear him? All that denial drivel, you'd think we were back in the awkward 80's, and he thought we were fictional. I mean, listen to that!"
"I'd honestly rather not," replied Nadette dryly. "You were warned he wasn't groomed, so don't act surprised now."
For a bad dream it was being awfully persistent. Even without my eyes, I could hear the dry rustle of the fabric of Nadette's dress rubbing against itself, followed by a more disturbing rattle of metal on metal. I smelled the sweet/musky aroma of Gregory's cologne, and felt the heat of him, inches away from me. Not home. So very much not home.
Squeezing my eyes harder, I tried to actually remember home. I knew vaguely what it looked like, the pea colored couch, going threadbare on one arm, the galley kitchen, the short dim hall that lead past the bathroom to the two bedrooms at the back. Mine was the much smaller (and cleaner) of the two; Wally's floor was reduced to a series of pathways through jungle-like chaos. I remembered that in an intellectual way, but I couldn't really see it. The harder I tried, the more it faded and seemed wrong. I'd been gone less than two weeks but my memory was already slipping. This wasn't going to work. Not even as a fantasy.
"Are you absolutely certain that pain spoils his flavor? Because I think a good smack would groom him pretty quick."
Nadette laughed. "Well, it's up to you, but you only get one taste. If you want to spoil it on sour, that's not my problem."
I sensed it more than felt it, because I'm pretty sure that Gregory hadn't quite touched me. Still, the hairs on the side of my neck rose up and I knew if I opened my eyes his hand would be poised over my cheek.
Survival mode kicked in, and in less than a heartbeat I switched tactics. My eyes flew open and I half-spun, half leaped backwards into the bathroom. There was no coherent plan, no premeditation to tip Gregory off, just pure animal instinct that had me slamming my hand against the back door, pushing it closed. My palm tingled in what would become pain once the adrenaline stopped surging. I dug my heels into the tile, and rounded myself on the closing door, banging both my head and shoulder against it in an effort to get it shut quicker. The fingers of my left hand slid over the smooth bronze knob, searching but not finding in that split panicked second anything that resembled a lock.
The door stopped with a shudder, still ajar by inches, and then came an almost slow motion reversal. I finally had the time to recognize the uselessness of my behavior - there was no lock on this door. Even if Gregory weren't a vampire, he was at least seventy pounds heavier than me. Being a vampire meant he had speed and strength on his side as well. Despite the entirety of my muscles and weight pressed against it, the door groaned inward on me, sliding my bare feet backwards until they hit a puddle left over by my earlier shower. Suddenly, I lost traction, both my feet flew out from under me and I started to fall. Instinctively, I thrust my hands out to protect my head.
I never hit the floor. With an explosive bang, the door simply vanished and I fell face first into a man's dress shirt. I became aware of his hands hooked under my armpits, and then with a yank I was on my unsteady feet again. My eyes crept up to meet Gregory's furious expression.
"I'm not sure what bothers me more," he said in a low, very dangerous voice. "The fact that you would actually dare defy me to my face, or that you are stupid enough to do it in such an easily foiled manner."
Blushing with embarrassment and shame, I looked away, because he was right: There's intelligent resistance, and this absolutely wasn't it. It wasn't even good sport -- Gregory hadn't even had to lift a mental muscle to hold me down. All I'd done was ask for my ass to be handed to me in the most annoying and pathetic way possible.
He had me by my ear, and with a quick tug of his manicured fingers, I was back to looking at him. "Before you consider defiance again, you should know my harem is considerably larger than many vampires and I'm not so impatient I can't wait a few weeks for your bones to heal."
I swallowed, and my stomach turned hard with fear. There comes a moment in every epic disaster when you realize that you've fucked things up so badly that the only option left to you is to completely give in and hope that you'll be able to walk away with something. That's where I was. Fun and games were over. Abruptly, I couldn't muster a shit about my dignity, or fairness, or any of the crap. I just wanted to live through the next few minutes. Gregory didn't have to control me. I'd have done whatever the hell he wanted me to.
Gregory smiled, and I felt absurdly relieved. "Now, that that unpleasantness is over, shall we embark on a more mutually enjoyable exploration? What are you hiding under here?"
His hand caressed my neck for a moment before sliding down the open V left by the robe. With a tug of the belt it parted, and I felt a waft of cool air on my exposed and naked flesh. My belly prickled with goosepimples, but I made no effort to stop him or cover myself up.
Gregory frowned, then rocked his head backwards. "Oh come now Nadette!" His voice was loud and harsh. Though it wasn't directed at me, I flinched anyway. "This -- this is beyond the whelm of good taste and sense. It's bad enough I get games from him, but I refuse to play yours."
I looked down and saw that pee colored chastity sheath glinting back up at me. Astonishingly, I'd actually forgotten about it for a couple of minutes.
"What is it?" Nadette pulled the door awkwardly towards her, and I realized with a stomach churning jolt that this was the opposite direction the hinges were meant to bend. And in fact, the door was only hanging on by a twisted ribbon of metal at the bottom which promptly broke as Nadette hauled the entire thing up and off to one side. It would have been comical under other circumstances. Right now it added to the unrealness. "Oh, that. Patience, Gregory. It's to keep him from spoiling himself. I've arranged the bed. Once he's secured I'll have Amy remove the belt."
Remove the belt.
I couldn't stop the back of my throat squeezing in on my next breath. As humiliating as it was, the idea of losing the chastity belt, the bane of my stay here in this hellish sorority enclave, nearly made me weep. And the horribly loud noise I made sounded an awful lot like some animal braying in pain. But I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. I didn't just want that horrible thing off, I needed it off, like a person needs a bathroom, or a bed when tired, or deep breath of air when suffocating. Even the idea of sex with Gregory came pretty damn close to being palatable. He's handsome, at least, in a dark and brooding sort of way - though to be completely truthful, I could have gotten it up for anyone, so long as they looked reasonably human. And, hell, even if they weren't, I could close my eyes and pretend. I noticed Nadette watching me smugly and hated her all the more.
Pulling my eyes away from hers, I turned to face my future with what little composure I had left. Someone had taken the covers off the bed. The duvet and the separate, lacy coverlet were now folded up on the floor near the vanity. Left was the crisp off-white sheets, the two pillows, and a pair of handcuffs with an extra long length of chain between them, carefully threaded through the decorative metalwork of the headboard. I hesitated long enough to feel Gregory's hand tighten on my upper arm in warning, then I shuffled forward.
Handcuffs - I hated handcuffs. But if it meant penis freedom, I'd take them. My legs bumped against the side of the bed and I was about to climb in, when I felt the unconscious tightening of Gregory's grip on my upper arm. I stopped and turned to him for instruction, but he wasn't paying attention to me. Instead, he looked a bit like he'd paused mid-chew on a mouthful of nuts.
"I can't believe you've had him here an entire week and never bothered to do the least bit of emotional conditioning," Gregory grumbled, suddenly. "You're as methodical as they come, but you neglected that? Why? That whole little drama - was that supposed to sell me? Because, honestly, if this level of resistance is typical, I think your minimum bid might be too high. You might not have any takers." Normally, I would have found it weird being talked about as if I weren't there, but I was totally okay with it this time. Talking about me was a step up from talking to me, since it reduced the chances of me fucking things up more. Gregory's anger was still simmering unsatisfied beneath the surface, I didn't want to be the one to poke it back to full boil. Let Nadette be the convenient target.
"To be truthful," said Nadette, absolutely unperturbed, "I consider this a perfect example of the need for some grooming of the general populous. Consider what Sydney and I were saying earlier: If we were to start allowing vampires in novels and movies again - tightly controlling their depiction of course -- we could do a lot towards reassuring our potential harem that they've nothing to fear before they are even called up."
Gregory's grip tightened to painful for the briefest moment, then he let go of me.
"Horrible idea, Nadette," stated Gregory with poorly contained annoyance. "Don't you see, that's not conditioning our harem, that'd be conditioning us. I'd rather deal with their anxiety, than to be pressured into conforming to some idealized and sanitized version of vampirehood because that's what my Harem expects. No. That's a dreadful idea. No." He shook his head vigorously enough that the shiny black curls bounced.
"It would do no such thing, unless you let it," said Nadette, primly. "All it would do is let people like George, here, know that vampires aren't the horror story creature his baba warned him of. In the absence of information to the contrary, human imagination always assumes the worst. Look at him -" she pointed to me. I tried to make my mind as blank as possible in hopes she'd forget about me again. "He's shaking. If he'd been raised with vampires as the good guys instead of the whole 'creature of the night' bit, he'd have no reason to put on this show of resistance."
"--And so instead he'd come happily to my arms until I prove myself a monster to him and then he'd spend his years with me bitter and disappointed that I am not, in fact, as advertised. That's what you propose?"
Nadette tsked, and bent her head to the side. "Don't be so dramatic. It's not like you are cruel to your harem. And perhaps those of us who are could use a little pressure to conform --"
"--And," interrupted Gregory, "That idea is even worse. Do you seriously suggest we use humans to pressure vampires to stay in line? What kind of ass backward thinking is that?" Gregory studied me. "They are so terribly fragile…" I stayed utterly still while he caressed the side of my face. "A moment of anger and -" He closed his hand around my throat. "Snap."
I pulled in a quick, deep breath through my nose, but he hadn't actually hurt me. Nonetheless, I was really, really glad there was nothing left in me to foul myself with.
"Humans should never be put in that position." Gregory gave my cheek an apologetic pet.
Nadette pursed her lips. Gregory had scored his point.
He continued in a quieter voice. "Nadette, my love, there is no need for fictional vampire heroes, don't you see? With proper early identification and grooming, I can have my harem ready for me in a realistic, personalized manner. And as for the general populace, they can let their imaginations go wild, for all I care. Fear will keep them out of my hair a whole lot better than admiration. Fear is good."
"But then what about those like George who slip through the cracks?" A small sly smile appeared on Nadette's face.
Gregory shrugged. "An occasional challenge, to spice up what would otherwise be a dull predictable existence… and … ah." Gregory tilted his head and hissed in a breath. "I see what you did there." He shook his finger.
Nadette looked smug. "I think I've priced the minimum for him properly. As you just beautifully argued, George's raw state is as much of a bonus as it is a drawback. Now, if you plan to continue this discussion, I'm going to have to start trimming down some of your allotted time. The sun's coming up in three hours, and there are eleven-make that twelve others behind you."
Gregory didn't look happy. "Oh no, this better well not reduce my time. And I want him out of that barbaric device."
"As soon as he's tied down. You remember my restrictions?"
"As unfair as they are, yes I do."
"Well, in that case, Gregory," Nadette took a deep breath. "I shall leave the two of you. Enjoy. Amy will witness, and I'll keep my mind on hers, so don't you even think of interfering with her." She held out a small key, which Gregory snatched. "Give it to Amy after you've unlocked him."
Gregory shook his head, while she walked out of the room. Amy, who had been standing, absolutely silently this entire time, took a seat next to the vanity. Her expression was blank, as if this were some sort of business deal rather than a rape in progress.
"Sorry about that, babe," said Gregory, leaning towards me. He gave my shoulder a squeeze, then let my arm go and gave me a light push to the back indicating I should finally get on the bed. "I didn't mean to talk shop in front of you."
"No, no," I said swiftly. "Go ahead. Talk all you like, I don't mind. I'd love to hear more about vampires and media."
"You'd love to stall this, you mean." His eyes were sharp and his smile was false.
Oh, no, oh, no - I wasn't going there again. I didn't want a broken arm or a snapped neck. I quickly climbed up on the bed and put the damn cuffs on myself the way I thought they might go. Then I lay down, on my back, holding my arms as far down as the chain allowed me and felt a shudder go through my body.
And here's the weird thing, and I'm not entirely sure I can describe it properly, but as crazy as it seems, those cuffs actually made me feel a bit better. I know. It wasn't just counterintuitive, it was downright crazy. They terrified me, because the level of my vulnerability notched up several thousand percent. But at the same time it was oddly, perplexingly reassuring. The moment I had them on, it was like it finally penetrated my brain that it was okay. I no longer had to try to fight back or escape. I could just give up - really give up. Surrender. What happened to me from this point on was not my fault.
I'm probably the worst poster child ever for rape victims, because I was seriously conflicted. I wasn't willing, but at the same time, as horrible as it is to admit, I wasn't entirely unwilling either. My male ego might be bruised, but at the same time, the unsophisticated, lizard part of my brain was actually looking forward to this. No matter what happened, I knew I was going to enjoy it. I had to - even if Gregory had to meddle with my mind to make it happen. He needed me sweet, and much as the intellectual part of me wanted to deny it, sweet felt fantastic. For all the wrongness of Jeffrey's orgy, it was still the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Better than with my girlfriends. Better than with people I actually liked and was attracted to.
Gregory chuckled. "My mistake. Though I'd have preferred you take off the robe first."
Shit. I had forgotten to undress - but did it matter? The soft terry cloth spread out beneath me like a towel. Unless he wanted to inspect the state of my elbows, pretty much everything else was uncovered. Or… Gregory could just wreck a perfectly good, probably expensive, brand new robe without a blink. After mulling for perhaps a full second, he pinched up one of the shoulders with his hands and pulled the material. There was a moment of stress, then it ripped at the seam. With a quick series of short tugs he'd undone the sleeve from the rest of the robe. He repeated on the other side, and with about two minutes of working together he had me the way he wanted me: completely naked.
Gregory then picked up the key from where he'd dropped it on the bed. He looked at it musingly for a second. "Never used one of these things before. How long have you been stuck in it?"
"A week," I said. I was flat on my back, naked, handcuffed … and perversely more eager to get on with this than Gregory himself. My cock had a mind of it's own and it was already trying to get hard - trying and failing and it hurt. I squirmed.
Gregory made a play at slipping the key in the lock, then faked a frown and withdrew it. "I'm not sure this is the right key."
Though I knew he was lying-badly - I still had a horrible doubt that he might be right. I convulsed with terror at the thought that Gregory might make me horny with it on - and force me to damage my own cock. Goddamn it, I wanted it off. I needed it off. But I couldn't call him out on it, even though he was being a cocksucker about the whole thing because I didn't want him to fucking break my arm. I bit back a groan for frustration. Here I was, already completely helpless at his mercy, and he was dicking around with me.
Gregory was a bit taken aback by my response, "Just kidding." He slipped the key back in. "It was a joke," he repeated, a bit annoyed when I couldn't forgive him instantly. With a light tug the band around my nuts opened, and a moment later he was pulling my cock out. The relief was instantaneous and heady. I hadn't even realized how much pain I'd been in until the pressure was off and all there was left was the euphoric rush of left-over endorphins. Part of me half hoped that my cock would be a disgusting mess after a week of captivity, but most of me was extremely relieved it was clean.
I got to look at my proud little soldier for about two seconds before Gregory's hand closed on it. He gave it a couple of quick light pulls, just enough to get that poor neglected piece of anatomy really interested, then he let go. A moment later he crawled onto me, fully clothed, and I felt his full weight settle over my body.
Gregory was fucking heavy. A full two hundred, I'm guessing. Maybe as high as 215. All of this was played across a six-foot frame, and much of it seemed to be muscle - he wasn't fat. I felt squashed to the mattress as he moved himself around. His clothes snagged and chafed uncomfortably against my flesh.
I felt his breath across my lips before he pressed a kiss on me. More startled than anything else I lay like a limp fish while he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I felt a moment of confusion and then…
Jeffrey never kissed me.
A weird revelation, and maybe a bit inappropriate for the moment, but I suddenly realized he hadn't. For all his sweet talk, he'd hardly touched me at all. Nadette had been even more perfunctory - getting right down to the good stuff without even half a minute's worth of foreplay. The only vampire to ever kiss me before this was Marc - and that had been really more me kissing him. It really didn't compare. The access I had to his mouth was brief and his attitude rather pandering.
Gregory was in an entirely different league. He attacked my mouth like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever savored - diving his tongue under mine, sucking at it. It overwhelmed me. It felt good. After the shock wore off, I relaxed and kissed him back and that's when it got even better.
There was a taste to his mouth that was … just indescribable. Like tasting pure unadulterated pheromones. The sensation spread across my body like a wave of warmth and I winced, not with pain, but with sudden excruciating pleasure. My entire being grew tense with longing. I breathed in a sharp breath, feeling sensitized all over, desire swelling within me like a tide, a hunger -- and God help me I wanted him. Not just anyone - him. Specifically him.
And he hadn't even touched my mind. I knew the "touch the mind" feel and this wasn't it. This was deeper and more carnal. A pure physical need detached from any namby-pamby emotional connection. I wanted Gregory. I wanted to eat him. Devour him with my teeth, gnaw and chew and savor and drink - and fuck him. I wanted to hold him down and rip his expensive clothes off and fuck the fucking day-lights out of him. Rape him. Own him.
I wanted him to feel me. I wanted power over his senses so that his skin ached the way mine did. I wanted him to scream with pleasure - with pain. To vacillate between the two until he could no longer tell them apart and all of him was just one huge yearning ball of need.
I wanted to put my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to mine, taste more of that now fading flavor, but the handcuffs stopped me short. I groaned with thwarted desire and twisted my wrists, only barely feeling the sting of the metal digging into my flesh. I realized I was licking his closed, smiling lips. My whole body rocked under him as I used all my strength to rub my erection against his clothes. Every inch of me wanted connection with him.
Gregory pulled back out of my reach and gave me a huge grin. I felt something slipping between us. A weak connection, withering and dying and breaking off. Sanity regained a foothold.
I flushed with embarrassment. What… the… fuck. What the hell happened there?
"That was a moment of what I feel for you, sweet heart," murmured Gregory. "I share it with all my new acquisitions so they understand." His face was momentarily lined with longing. "Human's never really get why we want them. They don't understand the self-control it takes to keep our hands off of them. George…" he purred the name. "You smell so good to me. I can taste your blood in your saliva and it is ambrosia. I've learned patience - I've learned to hold in my wants. But don't try me."
I swallowed. What I'd felt …
If that's what vampires felt around me, I was fucking toast. How could anyone resist that? The memory lingered like a ghost: tantalizingly and yet unnatural. I wanted it again, it was so powerful, so good, and it confused the fuck out of me.
"I gave you a taste of my blood - just a drop. Nowhere near what it would take to turn you. Barely enough to fortify you. But if you are good with me, I promise you will get to taste it again." He smiled. "Addicting isn't it - the feeling?"
Addicting as all hell. And terrifying to boot - I hadn't been in control. Thank God I'd been held down…
"W-why?" I managed to ask him.
He stroked the side of my face. "Do you really need to ask. Chains and chastity belts are crude. I won't insult your intelligence by saying I trust you. But I think… for that taste…you might decide to stay with me of your own will. "
Would I? I actually might. If Jeffrey had shared this with me, I might have thought harder about running. It was a horrible, humbling thought - was I so weak as to fall for such a base lure. Would I sell myself for a fix?
"And now you see why you must not deny me." Gregory kissed the words into my neck, but though his voice was muffled they still echoed in my head with perfect clarity. " You must give me everything I want. All of it."
The memory of my own violent desire echoed. Rip and tear and drink… resistance just made the urge to possess keener.
He sat up, taking most of his weight off me, and his hands traveled over my flesh the way I'd wanted my own hands to run over his. His mouth sucked up little spots of skin, here, there, everywhere, leaving a trail of little red hickeys. A gentler violence than the one that I imagined, but still an extension of the same urge. First one nipple, then the other fell victim to his mouth, and I bit back a scream as for just a second I felt the sharpness of one of his teeth over the raised nub.
I writhed, whether toward him or away, I wasn't sure myself. I longed for more feeling - or less. Either way. Just not this teasing. Not this threat.
Gregory suddenly moved away, a jerky, dangerously impulsive movement that had him actually off the bed before I was fully aware of his weight lifting. "If you were mine now, I would taste each part of you. I would pierce each of your thighs, your wrists, your throat, I'd find new and interesting places to drink you. But Nadette still owns you and she'll only let me taste you once…."
His voice was breathless. With sudden forceful jerks, he'd undone his bow tie and slipped the dozen shirt buttons from their holes. I'd never seen anyone strip as fast as he did, and yet it seemed like he was frustrated by how long it was taking him. The shirt flew off, across the room. He was muscular, I now saw. Rawly so, his wide chest sported flat pecs and small round intercostals between the bones of his ribcage. His waist narrowed down to slim hips. His belly button was flat above a lightly furred groin. With a quick bow he'd pulled his pants and underwear off at the same time. He stood up and revealed a substantial endowment, uncut, thick and long.
I seriously started to doubt my straightness, because looking at that dusky monster, the first thought in my head was not a screaming "get that fucking thing away from me." It was, "I wonder what that would feel like in my mouth." It was hypnotic. A porn king's pride.
He didn't even bother with his socks before launching himself back on the bed, and sweeping the lower half of my body up off the mattress. I cried out in surprise as he drew my cock into his mouth and sucked me like I'd never been sucked before. It was only for a few seconds - just long enough to know that Gregory was damn good at this. Then he released my length with a heady look of pure lust. "I can taste your blood in your wetness."
"Ha." It wasn't a laugh - it was a pant. If he kept this up I was going to come, really, really soon. Which was good. I wanted that. A lot. Therefore it wasn't in the cards because you know that would be just too fucking easy.
I let out a whine as Gregory licked his own pouty, sex damp lips. His eyes half closed as he savored.
"If you were mine right now, I'd spend all evening exploring you. I'd test every spot for sensitivity and pleasure. Nadette doesn't know what she's missing. How she can deny herself the pleasures that can only be derived from a man is beyond me." His words were breathless and quick. "Women are heady, sweet, soft. A pleasure to be drawn out long and savored. Delicious. But men are hard, George. They are hard and rough and tight. They get the heart hammering. To take a man, George. To take a man and bend him to you, that is like tasting triumph. That's the hunt."
Gregory breathed in and paused. "I'm going to fuck you, baby. Not because I have to. But because I want to. I'm going to fuck you hard and then I'm going to drink. I can't wait any longer. And fuck Nadette for thinking I would settle for a hand job."
He was in my mind, finally, that tickle that left me no doubt that I was on board for whatever the hell he wanted. I wanted him. I wanted to be fucked - more than that, I wanted it to hurt. I was a slut for him, aching with need for him to split me with his oversized manhood, take me roughly and pound me through the mattress all the way to the floorboards. The idea of it turned me on more than anything had ever done before.
He scrambled back to find his pants and produced a small plastic square with a bit at the end. It was the kind of single use packet of lube you sometimes find in the more pragmatic public restroom dispensers - usually being sold right next to the condoms and cheapo cologne. I've never used one myself, but then ordinarily I'm not the type to get the sudden uncontrollable urge to screw people in random public places. Against all the wealth and opulence of Nadette's compound, it seemed jarringly low brow.
"Never trust a lesbian to provide," said Gregory. "She thinks I'll be satisfied watching - watching! Ha." I felt his hands slipping between my buttocks in a swift attempt to prepare me. "This is what a proper tasting is supposed to be. A treat to all the senses. Satisfy all of me, George. You can do it, baby. You can." And with that he lined himself up and sank in.
It's a good thing he was a vampire, because it didn't hurt, even though it damn well should have, given his size and the rushed nature of his preparation. Thanks to the mind powers, I was as relaxed as I could be, and my sphincter put up only the most token resistance. I yielded to him like I'd been taking cock up my hole for years. I felt that same exciting, tense, inner itch-stretch-heat as I had in Jeffrey's feeding room. I leveraged myself up against the headboard as best I could to watch him slide in and out between my legs, and Christ if that wasn't the fucking hottest thing ever.
With one slicked hand Gregory grabbed my erection and started jacking me like a piston. The speed, the slippery friction. It was more than I could handle. Oh god, I was going over the edge. I was going to finally cum. I was --
"Gregory," said Amy.
We both froze. I'd completely forgotten about her existence until that moment. And apparently Gregory had too. What made her choose right then and not say twenty seconds later, I don't know. I suspect, despite her disgust, Nadette had been peeking into my brain from the hallway.
Gregory groaned once then buried his head in my shoulder. His teeth slipped in with nothing more than a slight tug. I felt wetness and heat - but no pain. No particular pleasure either.
I wiggled against him, trying to get him to move his hand to jack me some more - or even fuck me a bit - his cock was still buried within me. He did neither, and slowly, frustratingly, my lust ebbed back.
"Stop," said Amy almost immediately.
Gregory must not have heard because he just held me tighter. The slurping sounds he made were as obscene as the fucking.
"Enough," said Nadette.
I hadn't noticed the door opening, or her walking in. She was just there with a hand on Gregory's shoulder. "Ugh," she said as he broke away from me. His cock slipped out of my ass with an audible pop. He hadn't come either that I could tell, and the look on his face suggested that he was not at all pleased at the interruption.
"Five more minutes," he growled.
"Not a chance." She pulled harder on his arm, actually yanking him across the bed. "Oh, Greg!" she snipped. "Oh, look at him. You've marked him all over the place. He's disgusting and slimy and I'll have to put him in the shower again."
"Don't bother," said Gregory snapped back. "You and I know that I'll be the one walking off with him - "
"--If I let you bid on him at all -"
"And who else will? Anna?" Gregory stood up, wiping his mouth with his palm, then quickly licking whatever traces of my blood he'd left on his hand. "If she even raises her paddle once I'll be surprised. She just wanted a chance to talk your ear off where you weren't likely to shoo her off. Sydney doesn't have the money for it - Coraline is in debt from what I hear. Mitchell would be content drinking the same three flavor groups night after night. They are all just here to pander for your favors. This one is mine and you and I and everyone else already know it. Now leave me alone while I finish with him. I'm dying here."
"Don't be such a drama queen. Just because you want it to be so, doesn't make it so." She reached down and grabbed his shirt off the ground. "Get your clothes on. I've already given you ten minutes more than is fair. I take it that you found his blood satisfactory?"
"His blood is mine." He barked, pure wolf.
Nadette lost all humor. She tossed the shirt to him. He let it bounce off and fall to the ground. "You are riled up, Gregory. It's not becoming. Go vent on your harem - I saw a couple two rooms down. Mark them, fuck them, do whatever you need to do with them, but don't you dare say another word to me until you've calmed down."
For a second Gregory looked like he was going to fight her. But then abruptly he was gone, stalking naked but for his socks, out into the hall. He slammed the door so loudly the wall rattled.
Nadette held still a moment, then sighed and seemed to collapse forward a bit. Amy stood up and hovered nearby, looking as if she wanted to go to Nadette but wasn't quite sure she should. The moment passed and Nadette regained her composure. She knelt and handed the shirt to Amy, then gathered up the rest of Gregory's clothing, folding them primly into a stack with his shoes on the top. "He'll want these in a few minutes. He's just not in his right mind at the moment, but he won't touch you," she said. "Don't dwaddle."
Amy didn't look particularly happy at the job, but she nodded and took them out the door.
Nadette regarded me, shaking her head slowly. "Presumptive prick," she muttered. She went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. To my utter surprised she began to wipe me down, gently. "So he thinks if he can just mark you up that no one else would touch you. I'm this close to kicking his ass to the street. There will be other bidders, don't worry." Despite her angry words, Nadette - the same woman who could barely look at me without a scowl -- cleaned me up as tenderly as a mother.
She reached the spot between my legs and I winced. Noticing my face, she paused and seemed slightly perplexed. "You hurt."
I was blue balled and aching, shafed, bruised and battered. Yes, damn it, I hurt.
She hesitated a long time, then went back to cleaning me up. "You did a great job with Gregory. The others will take away your pain. Try to be as accommodating to them."
Christ. This was one of twelve. There was no fucking way I was going to last. I should have just provoked Gregory into killing me, because come sunrise, there wasn't going to be anything left of me. There couldn't be. There just couldn't be.
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RATING: NC-17 (This chapter NC-17)
SUMMARY: Gregory shows George his particular brand of seduction.
WARNINGS: (this chapter) Non-con, Bondage.
Word Count: 6363
Chapter 14
I closed my eyes and took the last logical form of escape I could. It's all a bad dream, it's all a bad dream I'm gonna wake up and be in my bed at home and blaming the pizza for this fucking endless nightmare pleaseohpleaseohplease be a dream. If there was any truth to the notion that reality could be bent by sheer will alone…
"Now that's moderately insulting," said Gregory with a touch of petulance. "Did you just hear him? All that denial drivel, you'd think we were back in the awkward 80's, and he thought we were fictional. I mean, listen to that!"
"I'd honestly rather not," replied Nadette dryly. "You were warned he wasn't groomed, so don't act surprised now."
For a bad dream it was being awfully persistent. Even without my eyes, I could hear the dry rustle of the fabric of Nadette's dress rubbing against itself, followed by a more disturbing rattle of metal on metal. I smelled the sweet/musky aroma of Gregory's cologne, and felt the heat of him, inches away from me. Not home. So very much not home.
Squeezing my eyes harder, I tried to actually remember home. I knew vaguely what it looked like, the pea colored couch, going threadbare on one arm, the galley kitchen, the short dim hall that lead past the bathroom to the two bedrooms at the back. Mine was the much smaller (and cleaner) of the two; Wally's floor was reduced to a series of pathways through jungle-like chaos. I remembered that in an intellectual way, but I couldn't really see it. The harder I tried, the more it faded and seemed wrong. I'd been gone less than two weeks but my memory was already slipping. This wasn't going to work. Not even as a fantasy.
"Are you absolutely certain that pain spoils his flavor? Because I think a good smack would groom him pretty quick."
Nadette laughed. "Well, it's up to you, but you only get one taste. If you want to spoil it on sour, that's not my problem."
I sensed it more than felt it, because I'm pretty sure that Gregory hadn't quite touched me. Still, the hairs on the side of my neck rose up and I knew if I opened my eyes his hand would be poised over my cheek.
Survival mode kicked in, and in less than a heartbeat I switched tactics. My eyes flew open and I half-spun, half leaped backwards into the bathroom. There was no coherent plan, no premeditation to tip Gregory off, just pure animal instinct that had me slamming my hand against the back door, pushing it closed. My palm tingled in what would become pain once the adrenaline stopped surging. I dug my heels into the tile, and rounded myself on the closing door, banging both my head and shoulder against it in an effort to get it shut quicker. The fingers of my left hand slid over the smooth bronze knob, searching but not finding in that split panicked second anything that resembled a lock.
The door stopped with a shudder, still ajar by inches, and then came an almost slow motion reversal. I finally had the time to recognize the uselessness of my behavior - there was no lock on this door. Even if Gregory weren't a vampire, he was at least seventy pounds heavier than me. Being a vampire meant he had speed and strength on his side as well. Despite the entirety of my muscles and weight pressed against it, the door groaned inward on me, sliding my bare feet backwards until they hit a puddle left over by my earlier shower. Suddenly, I lost traction, both my feet flew out from under me and I started to fall. Instinctively, I thrust my hands out to protect my head.
I never hit the floor. With an explosive bang, the door simply vanished and I fell face first into a man's dress shirt. I became aware of his hands hooked under my armpits, and then with a yank I was on my unsteady feet again. My eyes crept up to meet Gregory's furious expression.
"I'm not sure what bothers me more," he said in a low, very dangerous voice. "The fact that you would actually dare defy me to my face, or that you are stupid enough to do it in such an easily foiled manner."
Blushing with embarrassment and shame, I looked away, because he was right: There's intelligent resistance, and this absolutely wasn't it. It wasn't even good sport -- Gregory hadn't even had to lift a mental muscle to hold me down. All I'd done was ask for my ass to be handed to me in the most annoying and pathetic way possible.
He had me by my ear, and with a quick tug of his manicured fingers, I was back to looking at him. "Before you consider defiance again, you should know my harem is considerably larger than many vampires and I'm not so impatient I can't wait a few weeks for your bones to heal."
I swallowed, and my stomach turned hard with fear. There comes a moment in every epic disaster when you realize that you've fucked things up so badly that the only option left to you is to completely give in and hope that you'll be able to walk away with something. That's where I was. Fun and games were over. Abruptly, I couldn't muster a shit about my dignity, or fairness, or any of the crap. I just wanted to live through the next few minutes. Gregory didn't have to control me. I'd have done whatever the hell he wanted me to.
Gregory smiled, and I felt absurdly relieved. "Now, that that unpleasantness is over, shall we embark on a more mutually enjoyable exploration? What are you hiding under here?"
His hand caressed my neck for a moment before sliding down the open V left by the robe. With a tug of the belt it parted, and I felt a waft of cool air on my exposed and naked flesh. My belly prickled with goosepimples, but I made no effort to stop him or cover myself up.
Gregory frowned, then rocked his head backwards. "Oh come now Nadette!" His voice was loud and harsh. Though it wasn't directed at me, I flinched anyway. "This -- this is beyond the whelm of good taste and sense. It's bad enough I get games from him, but I refuse to play yours."
I looked down and saw that pee colored chastity sheath glinting back up at me. Astonishingly, I'd actually forgotten about it for a couple of minutes.
"What is it?" Nadette pulled the door awkwardly towards her, and I realized with a stomach churning jolt that this was the opposite direction the hinges were meant to bend. And in fact, the door was only hanging on by a twisted ribbon of metal at the bottom which promptly broke as Nadette hauled the entire thing up and off to one side. It would have been comical under other circumstances. Right now it added to the unrealness. "Oh, that. Patience, Gregory. It's to keep him from spoiling himself. I've arranged the bed. Once he's secured I'll have Amy remove the belt."
Remove the belt.
I couldn't stop the back of my throat squeezing in on my next breath. As humiliating as it was, the idea of losing the chastity belt, the bane of my stay here in this hellish sorority enclave, nearly made me weep. And the horribly loud noise I made sounded an awful lot like some animal braying in pain. But I couldn't help it, I really couldn't. I didn't just want that horrible thing off, I needed it off, like a person needs a bathroom, or a bed when tired, or deep breath of air when suffocating. Even the idea of sex with Gregory came pretty damn close to being palatable. He's handsome, at least, in a dark and brooding sort of way - though to be completely truthful, I could have gotten it up for anyone, so long as they looked reasonably human. And, hell, even if they weren't, I could close my eyes and pretend. I noticed Nadette watching me smugly and hated her all the more.
Pulling my eyes away from hers, I turned to face my future with what little composure I had left. Someone had taken the covers off the bed. The duvet and the separate, lacy coverlet were now folded up on the floor near the vanity. Left was the crisp off-white sheets, the two pillows, and a pair of handcuffs with an extra long length of chain between them, carefully threaded through the decorative metalwork of the headboard. I hesitated long enough to feel Gregory's hand tighten on my upper arm in warning, then I shuffled forward.
Handcuffs - I hated handcuffs. But if it meant penis freedom, I'd take them. My legs bumped against the side of the bed and I was about to climb in, when I felt the unconscious tightening of Gregory's grip on my upper arm. I stopped and turned to him for instruction, but he wasn't paying attention to me. Instead, he looked a bit like he'd paused mid-chew on a mouthful of nuts.
"I can't believe you've had him here an entire week and never bothered to do the least bit of emotional conditioning," Gregory grumbled, suddenly. "You're as methodical as they come, but you neglected that? Why? That whole little drama - was that supposed to sell me? Because, honestly, if this level of resistance is typical, I think your minimum bid might be too high. You might not have any takers." Normally, I would have found it weird being talked about as if I weren't there, but I was totally okay with it this time. Talking about me was a step up from talking to me, since it reduced the chances of me fucking things up more. Gregory's anger was still simmering unsatisfied beneath the surface, I didn't want to be the one to poke it back to full boil. Let Nadette be the convenient target.
"To be truthful," said Nadette, absolutely unperturbed, "I consider this a perfect example of the need for some grooming of the general populous. Consider what Sydney and I were saying earlier: If we were to start allowing vampires in novels and movies again - tightly controlling their depiction of course -- we could do a lot towards reassuring our potential harem that they've nothing to fear before they are even called up."
Gregory's grip tightened to painful for the briefest moment, then he let go of me.
"Horrible idea, Nadette," stated Gregory with poorly contained annoyance. "Don't you see, that's not conditioning our harem, that'd be conditioning us. I'd rather deal with their anxiety, than to be pressured into conforming to some idealized and sanitized version of vampirehood because that's what my Harem expects. No. That's a dreadful idea. No." He shook his head vigorously enough that the shiny black curls bounced.
"It would do no such thing, unless you let it," said Nadette, primly. "All it would do is let people like George, here, know that vampires aren't the horror story creature his baba warned him of. In the absence of information to the contrary, human imagination always assumes the worst. Look at him -" she pointed to me. I tried to make my mind as blank as possible in hopes she'd forget about me again. "He's shaking. If he'd been raised with vampires as the good guys instead of the whole 'creature of the night' bit, he'd have no reason to put on this show of resistance."
"--And so instead he'd come happily to my arms until I prove myself a monster to him and then he'd spend his years with me bitter and disappointed that I am not, in fact, as advertised. That's what you propose?"
Nadette tsked, and bent her head to the side. "Don't be so dramatic. It's not like you are cruel to your harem. And perhaps those of us who are could use a little pressure to conform --"
"--And," interrupted Gregory, "That idea is even worse. Do you seriously suggest we use humans to pressure vampires to stay in line? What kind of ass backward thinking is that?" Gregory studied me. "They are so terribly fragile…" I stayed utterly still while he caressed the side of my face. "A moment of anger and -" He closed his hand around my throat. "Snap."
I pulled in a quick, deep breath through my nose, but he hadn't actually hurt me. Nonetheless, I was really, really glad there was nothing left in me to foul myself with.
"Humans should never be put in that position." Gregory gave my cheek an apologetic pet.
Nadette pursed her lips. Gregory had scored his point.
He continued in a quieter voice. "Nadette, my love, there is no need for fictional vampire heroes, don't you see? With proper early identification and grooming, I can have my harem ready for me in a realistic, personalized manner. And as for the general populace, they can let their imaginations go wild, for all I care. Fear will keep them out of my hair a whole lot better than admiration. Fear is good."
"But then what about those like George who slip through the cracks?" A small sly smile appeared on Nadette's face.
Gregory shrugged. "An occasional challenge, to spice up what would otherwise be a dull predictable existence… and … ah." Gregory tilted his head and hissed in a breath. "I see what you did there." He shook his finger.
Nadette looked smug. "I think I've priced the minimum for him properly. As you just beautifully argued, George's raw state is as much of a bonus as it is a drawback. Now, if you plan to continue this discussion, I'm going to have to start trimming down some of your allotted time. The sun's coming up in three hours, and there are eleven-make that twelve others behind you."
Gregory didn't look happy. "Oh no, this better well not reduce my time. And I want him out of that barbaric device."
"As soon as he's tied down. You remember my restrictions?"
"As unfair as they are, yes I do."
"Well, in that case, Gregory," Nadette took a deep breath. "I shall leave the two of you. Enjoy. Amy will witness, and I'll keep my mind on hers, so don't you even think of interfering with her." She held out a small key, which Gregory snatched. "Give it to Amy after you've unlocked him."
Gregory shook his head, while she walked out of the room. Amy, who had been standing, absolutely silently this entire time, took a seat next to the vanity. Her expression was blank, as if this were some sort of business deal rather than a rape in progress.
"Sorry about that, babe," said Gregory, leaning towards me. He gave my shoulder a squeeze, then let my arm go and gave me a light push to the back indicating I should finally get on the bed. "I didn't mean to talk shop in front of you."
"No, no," I said swiftly. "Go ahead. Talk all you like, I don't mind. I'd love to hear more about vampires and media."
"You'd love to stall this, you mean." His eyes were sharp and his smile was false.
Oh, no, oh, no - I wasn't going there again. I didn't want a broken arm or a snapped neck. I quickly climbed up on the bed and put the damn cuffs on myself the way I thought they might go. Then I lay down, on my back, holding my arms as far down as the chain allowed me and felt a shudder go through my body.
And here's the weird thing, and I'm not entirely sure I can describe it properly, but as crazy as it seems, those cuffs actually made me feel a bit better. I know. It wasn't just counterintuitive, it was downright crazy. They terrified me, because the level of my vulnerability notched up several thousand percent. But at the same time it was oddly, perplexingly reassuring. The moment I had them on, it was like it finally penetrated my brain that it was okay. I no longer had to try to fight back or escape. I could just give up - really give up. Surrender. What happened to me from this point on was not my fault.
I'm probably the worst poster child ever for rape victims, because I was seriously conflicted. I wasn't willing, but at the same time, as horrible as it is to admit, I wasn't entirely unwilling either. My male ego might be bruised, but at the same time, the unsophisticated, lizard part of my brain was actually looking forward to this. No matter what happened, I knew I was going to enjoy it. I had to - even if Gregory had to meddle with my mind to make it happen. He needed me sweet, and much as the intellectual part of me wanted to deny it, sweet felt fantastic. For all the wrongness of Jeffrey's orgy, it was still the best sex I'd ever had in my life. Better than with my girlfriends. Better than with people I actually liked and was attracted to.
Gregory chuckled. "My mistake. Though I'd have preferred you take off the robe first."
Shit. I had forgotten to undress - but did it matter? The soft terry cloth spread out beneath me like a towel. Unless he wanted to inspect the state of my elbows, pretty much everything else was uncovered. Or… Gregory could just wreck a perfectly good, probably expensive, brand new robe without a blink. After mulling for perhaps a full second, he pinched up one of the shoulders with his hands and pulled the material. There was a moment of stress, then it ripped at the seam. With a quick series of short tugs he'd undone the sleeve from the rest of the robe. He repeated on the other side, and with about two minutes of working together he had me the way he wanted me: completely naked.
Gregory then picked up the key from where he'd dropped it on the bed. He looked at it musingly for a second. "Never used one of these things before. How long have you been stuck in it?"
"A week," I said. I was flat on my back, naked, handcuffed … and perversely more eager to get on with this than Gregory himself. My cock had a mind of it's own and it was already trying to get hard - trying and failing and it hurt. I squirmed.
Gregory made a play at slipping the key in the lock, then faked a frown and withdrew it. "I'm not sure this is the right key."
Though I knew he was lying-badly - I still had a horrible doubt that he might be right. I convulsed with terror at the thought that Gregory might make me horny with it on - and force me to damage my own cock. Goddamn it, I wanted it off. I needed it off. But I couldn't call him out on it, even though he was being a cocksucker about the whole thing because I didn't want him to fucking break my arm. I bit back a groan for frustration. Here I was, already completely helpless at his mercy, and he was dicking around with me.
Gregory was a bit taken aback by my response, "Just kidding." He slipped the key back in. "It was a joke," he repeated, a bit annoyed when I couldn't forgive him instantly. With a light tug the band around my nuts opened, and a moment later he was pulling my cock out. The relief was instantaneous and heady. I hadn't even realized how much pain I'd been in until the pressure was off and all there was left was the euphoric rush of left-over endorphins. Part of me half hoped that my cock would be a disgusting mess after a week of captivity, but most of me was extremely relieved it was clean.
I got to look at my proud little soldier for about two seconds before Gregory's hand closed on it. He gave it a couple of quick light pulls, just enough to get that poor neglected piece of anatomy really interested, then he let go. A moment later he crawled onto me, fully clothed, and I felt his full weight settle over my body.
Gregory was fucking heavy. A full two hundred, I'm guessing. Maybe as high as 215. All of this was played across a six-foot frame, and much of it seemed to be muscle - he wasn't fat. I felt squashed to the mattress as he moved himself around. His clothes snagged and chafed uncomfortably against my flesh.
I felt his breath across my lips before he pressed a kiss on me. More startled than anything else I lay like a limp fish while he shoved his tongue into my mouth. I felt a moment of confusion and then…
Jeffrey never kissed me.
A weird revelation, and maybe a bit inappropriate for the moment, but I suddenly realized he hadn't. For all his sweet talk, he'd hardly touched me at all. Nadette had been even more perfunctory - getting right down to the good stuff without even half a minute's worth of foreplay. The only vampire to ever kiss me before this was Marc - and that had been really more me kissing him. It really didn't compare. The access I had to his mouth was brief and his attitude rather pandering.
Gregory was in an entirely different league. He attacked my mouth like it was the most delicious thing he'd ever savored - diving his tongue under mine, sucking at it. It overwhelmed me. It felt good. After the shock wore off, I relaxed and kissed him back and that's when it got even better.
There was a taste to his mouth that was … just indescribable. Like tasting pure unadulterated pheromones. The sensation spread across my body like a wave of warmth and I winced, not with pain, but with sudden excruciating pleasure. My entire being grew tense with longing. I breathed in a sharp breath, feeling sensitized all over, desire swelling within me like a tide, a hunger -- and God help me I wanted him. Not just anyone - him. Specifically him.
And he hadn't even touched my mind. I knew the "touch the mind" feel and this wasn't it. This was deeper and more carnal. A pure physical need detached from any namby-pamby emotional connection. I wanted Gregory. I wanted to eat him. Devour him with my teeth, gnaw and chew and savor and drink - and fuck him. I wanted to hold him down and rip his expensive clothes off and fuck the fucking day-lights out of him. Rape him. Own him.
I wanted him to feel me. I wanted power over his senses so that his skin ached the way mine did. I wanted him to scream with pleasure - with pain. To vacillate between the two until he could no longer tell them apart and all of him was just one huge yearning ball of need.
I wanted to put my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to mine, taste more of that now fading flavor, but the handcuffs stopped me short. I groaned with thwarted desire and twisted my wrists, only barely feeling the sting of the metal digging into my flesh. I realized I was licking his closed, smiling lips. My whole body rocked under him as I used all my strength to rub my erection against his clothes. Every inch of me wanted connection with him.
Gregory pulled back out of my reach and gave me a huge grin. I felt something slipping between us. A weak connection, withering and dying and breaking off. Sanity regained a foothold.
I flushed with embarrassment. What… the… fuck. What the hell happened there?
"That was a moment of what I feel for you, sweet heart," murmured Gregory. "I share it with all my new acquisitions so they understand." His face was momentarily lined with longing. "Human's never really get why we want them. They don't understand the self-control it takes to keep our hands off of them. George…" he purred the name. "You smell so good to me. I can taste your blood in your saliva and it is ambrosia. I've learned patience - I've learned to hold in my wants. But don't try me."
I swallowed. What I'd felt …
If that's what vampires felt around me, I was fucking toast. How could anyone resist that? The memory lingered like a ghost: tantalizingly and yet unnatural. I wanted it again, it was so powerful, so good, and it confused the fuck out of me.
"I gave you a taste of my blood - just a drop. Nowhere near what it would take to turn you. Barely enough to fortify you. But if you are good with me, I promise you will get to taste it again." He smiled. "Addicting isn't it - the feeling?"
Addicting as all hell. And terrifying to boot - I hadn't been in control. Thank God I'd been held down…
"W-why?" I managed to ask him.
He stroked the side of my face. "Do you really need to ask. Chains and chastity belts are crude. I won't insult your intelligence by saying I trust you. But I think… for that taste…you might decide to stay with me of your own will. "
Would I? I actually might. If Jeffrey had shared this with me, I might have thought harder about running. It was a horrible, humbling thought - was I so weak as to fall for such a base lure. Would I sell myself for a fix?
"And now you see why you must not deny me." Gregory kissed the words into my neck, but though his voice was muffled they still echoed in my head with perfect clarity. " You must give me everything I want. All of it."
The memory of my own violent desire echoed. Rip and tear and drink… resistance just made the urge to possess keener.
He sat up, taking most of his weight off me, and his hands traveled over my flesh the way I'd wanted my own hands to run over his. His mouth sucked up little spots of skin, here, there, everywhere, leaving a trail of little red hickeys. A gentler violence than the one that I imagined, but still an extension of the same urge. First one nipple, then the other fell victim to his mouth, and I bit back a scream as for just a second I felt the sharpness of one of his teeth over the raised nub.
I writhed, whether toward him or away, I wasn't sure myself. I longed for more feeling - or less. Either way. Just not this teasing. Not this threat.
Gregory suddenly moved away, a jerky, dangerously impulsive movement that had him actually off the bed before I was fully aware of his weight lifting. "If you were mine now, I would taste each part of you. I would pierce each of your thighs, your wrists, your throat, I'd find new and interesting places to drink you. But Nadette still owns you and she'll only let me taste you once…."
His voice was breathless. With sudden forceful jerks, he'd undone his bow tie and slipped the dozen shirt buttons from their holes. I'd never seen anyone strip as fast as he did, and yet it seemed like he was frustrated by how long it was taking him. The shirt flew off, across the room. He was muscular, I now saw. Rawly so, his wide chest sported flat pecs and small round intercostals between the bones of his ribcage. His waist narrowed down to slim hips. His belly button was flat above a lightly furred groin. With a quick bow he'd pulled his pants and underwear off at the same time. He stood up and revealed a substantial endowment, uncut, thick and long.
I seriously started to doubt my straightness, because looking at that dusky monster, the first thought in my head was not a screaming "get that fucking thing away from me." It was, "I wonder what that would feel like in my mouth." It was hypnotic. A porn king's pride.
He didn't even bother with his socks before launching himself back on the bed, and sweeping the lower half of my body up off the mattress. I cried out in surprise as he drew my cock into his mouth and sucked me like I'd never been sucked before. It was only for a few seconds - just long enough to know that Gregory was damn good at this. Then he released my length with a heady look of pure lust. "I can taste your blood in your wetness."
"Ha." It wasn't a laugh - it was a pant. If he kept this up I was going to come, really, really soon. Which was good. I wanted that. A lot. Therefore it wasn't in the cards because you know that would be just too fucking easy.
I let out a whine as Gregory licked his own pouty, sex damp lips. His eyes half closed as he savored.
"If you were mine right now, I'd spend all evening exploring you. I'd test every spot for sensitivity and pleasure. Nadette doesn't know what she's missing. How she can deny herself the pleasures that can only be derived from a man is beyond me." His words were breathless and quick. "Women are heady, sweet, soft. A pleasure to be drawn out long and savored. Delicious. But men are hard, George. They are hard and rough and tight. They get the heart hammering. To take a man, George. To take a man and bend him to you, that is like tasting triumph. That's the hunt."
Gregory breathed in and paused. "I'm going to fuck you, baby. Not because I have to. But because I want to. I'm going to fuck you hard and then I'm going to drink. I can't wait any longer. And fuck Nadette for thinking I would settle for a hand job."
He was in my mind, finally, that tickle that left me no doubt that I was on board for whatever the hell he wanted. I wanted him. I wanted to be fucked - more than that, I wanted it to hurt. I was a slut for him, aching with need for him to split me with his oversized manhood, take me roughly and pound me through the mattress all the way to the floorboards. The idea of it turned me on more than anything had ever done before.
He scrambled back to find his pants and produced a small plastic square with a bit at the end. It was the kind of single use packet of lube you sometimes find in the more pragmatic public restroom dispensers - usually being sold right next to the condoms and cheapo cologne. I've never used one myself, but then ordinarily I'm not the type to get the sudden uncontrollable urge to screw people in random public places. Against all the wealth and opulence of Nadette's compound, it seemed jarringly low brow.
"Never trust a lesbian to provide," said Gregory. "She thinks I'll be satisfied watching - watching! Ha." I felt his hands slipping between my buttocks in a swift attempt to prepare me. "This is what a proper tasting is supposed to be. A treat to all the senses. Satisfy all of me, George. You can do it, baby. You can." And with that he lined himself up and sank in.
It's a good thing he was a vampire, because it didn't hurt, even though it damn well should have, given his size and the rushed nature of his preparation. Thanks to the mind powers, I was as relaxed as I could be, and my sphincter put up only the most token resistance. I yielded to him like I'd been taking cock up my hole for years. I felt that same exciting, tense, inner itch-stretch-heat as I had in Jeffrey's feeding room. I leveraged myself up against the headboard as best I could to watch him slide in and out between my legs, and Christ if that wasn't the fucking hottest thing ever.
With one slicked hand Gregory grabbed my erection and started jacking me like a piston. The speed, the slippery friction. It was more than I could handle. Oh god, I was going over the edge. I was going to finally cum. I was --
"Gregory," said Amy.
We both froze. I'd completely forgotten about her existence until that moment. And apparently Gregory had too. What made her choose right then and not say twenty seconds later, I don't know. I suspect, despite her disgust, Nadette had been peeking into my brain from the hallway.
Gregory groaned once then buried his head in my shoulder. His teeth slipped in with nothing more than a slight tug. I felt wetness and heat - but no pain. No particular pleasure either.
I wiggled against him, trying to get him to move his hand to jack me some more - or even fuck me a bit - his cock was still buried within me. He did neither, and slowly, frustratingly, my lust ebbed back.
"Stop," said Amy almost immediately.
Gregory must not have heard because he just held me tighter. The slurping sounds he made were as obscene as the fucking.
"Enough," said Nadette.
I hadn't noticed the door opening, or her walking in. She was just there with a hand on Gregory's shoulder. "Ugh," she said as he broke away from me. His cock slipped out of my ass with an audible pop. He hadn't come either that I could tell, and the look on his face suggested that he was not at all pleased at the interruption.
"Five more minutes," he growled.
"Not a chance." She pulled harder on his arm, actually yanking him across the bed. "Oh, Greg!" she snipped. "Oh, look at him. You've marked him all over the place. He's disgusting and slimy and I'll have to put him in the shower again."
"Don't bother," said Gregory snapped back. "You and I know that I'll be the one walking off with him - "
"--If I let you bid on him at all -"
"And who else will? Anna?" Gregory stood up, wiping his mouth with his palm, then quickly licking whatever traces of my blood he'd left on his hand. "If she even raises her paddle once I'll be surprised. She just wanted a chance to talk your ear off where you weren't likely to shoo her off. Sydney doesn't have the money for it - Coraline is in debt from what I hear. Mitchell would be content drinking the same three flavor groups night after night. They are all just here to pander for your favors. This one is mine and you and I and everyone else already know it. Now leave me alone while I finish with him. I'm dying here."
"Don't be such a drama queen. Just because you want it to be so, doesn't make it so." She reached down and grabbed his shirt off the ground. "Get your clothes on. I've already given you ten minutes more than is fair. I take it that you found his blood satisfactory?"
"His blood is mine." He barked, pure wolf.
Nadette lost all humor. She tossed the shirt to him. He let it bounce off and fall to the ground. "You are riled up, Gregory. It's not becoming. Go vent on your harem - I saw a couple two rooms down. Mark them, fuck them, do whatever you need to do with them, but don't you dare say another word to me until you've calmed down."
For a second Gregory looked like he was going to fight her. But then abruptly he was gone, stalking naked but for his socks, out into the hall. He slammed the door so loudly the wall rattled.
Nadette held still a moment, then sighed and seemed to collapse forward a bit. Amy stood up and hovered nearby, looking as if she wanted to go to Nadette but wasn't quite sure she should. The moment passed and Nadette regained her composure. She knelt and handed the shirt to Amy, then gathered up the rest of Gregory's clothing, folding them primly into a stack with his shoes on the top. "He'll want these in a few minutes. He's just not in his right mind at the moment, but he won't touch you," she said. "Don't dwaddle."
Amy didn't look particularly happy at the job, but she nodded and took them out the door.
Nadette regarded me, shaking her head slowly. "Presumptive prick," she muttered. She went into the bathroom and returned with a wet washcloth. To my utter surprised she began to wipe me down, gently. "So he thinks if he can just mark you up that no one else would touch you. I'm this close to kicking his ass to the street. There will be other bidders, don't worry." Despite her angry words, Nadette - the same woman who could barely look at me without a scowl -- cleaned me up as tenderly as a mother.
She reached the spot between my legs and I winced. Noticing my face, she paused and seemed slightly perplexed. "You hurt."
I was blue balled and aching, shafed, bruised and battered. Yes, damn it, I hurt.
She hesitated a long time, then went back to cleaning me up. "You did a great job with Gregory. The others will take away your pain. Try to be as accommodating to them."
Christ. This was one of twelve. There was no fucking way I was going to last. I should have just provoked Gregory into killing me, because come sunrise, there wasn't going to be anything left of me. There couldn't be. There just couldn't be.
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