Undesirable: Chapter 15
TITLE: Undesirable (A vampire novel)
RATING: NC-17 (This chapter NC-17)
SUMMARY: The nightmare continues as George gets a far too intimate look at all those who plan to own him.
WARNINGS: (this chapter) Non-con, Bondage.
Word Count: 5930
Chapter 15
Inevitably, Nadette decided I was clean and rested enough to see the next person on the list. I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to show that I was curious, or angry, or cared. My balls ached like Nadette had squeezed them again, and I hadn't fully detumesced; my prick lay like a hot fat slug across the rise of my thigh. Looking down, I saw the march of hickeys across my chest and belly, like bug bites.
The door opened to a woman this time. Anna, I recognized. The most matronly of the guests and the one that Jeffrey had teasingly come on to. True to Gregory's prediction, she was deep in a one sided conversation with Nadette about people I didn't know and places I didn't care about.
"Anna, don't you want a taste?" Nadette finally interrupted to ask. "The window of opportunity is a limited one."
Anna looked at me surprised, as if she were startled that I was there. Then she tittered a bit. "All tied up and waiting. How lovely. Listen I don't suppose…"
"Amy is of course available if you'd rather not get hands on yourself," said Nadette smoothly.
Anna looked relieved. "You always think of everything, Nadette!" But her face immediately fell again when Nadette turned back around and with a "Then I'll leave you to it," and walked out the door. She gave me a bit of a consternated look that I had unwittingly interfered with her lobbying.
Amy didn't require any further direction. She walked over and sat down on the bed next to me. I met her eyes and wanted to ask, "Are you really this cool with it? Or have you just learned to look like you are?" I was more curious than worried at this point. It wasn't like I had a choice in this, either. She smiled at me in a way much the way the teller does at the bank - a professional courtesy rather than any genuine emotional connection. I didn't smile back and she didn't seem to mind.
"Just relax, let me do everything," she said as she oiled her hand with lube. Not waiting for any acknowledgement on my part she started stroking my cock, squeezing it's half-limp length like dough until it became ridged, then switching to a faster lighter touch. It was methodical, unvarying - the hurry-up-and-come stroke I recognized from my pre-breakup days with my last girlfriend. Meanwhile Anna was paying almost no attention whatsoever.
I didn't really care. I wanted to get off enough at that point an apathetic hand job was perfectly acceptable. I closed my eyes and fantasized of women. I had just started to get into it when, abruptly, Amy stopped. Just like that. No warning. I muffled a whimper of need behind my shut lips, and hoped that she was just pausing. Then I felt Anna bite me on he forearm above the wrist and knew that once again I'd been cheated. I opened my eyes and saw Amy settling herself back on her chair.
"Enough," said Nadette casually as she reentered the room. "Well?"
Anna, still crouched next to the bed, looked rather startled, but she let my arm go. "Oh, oh my. That was absolutely lovely. He truly is a commodity." She afforded me one rather poignantly longing gaze. And then she resumed chatting Nadette's ear off as she was rather firmly led out the door.
So Gregory was right - she didn't have any interest in me - or at least she hadn't before this. For a few minutes I entertained the notion this might be a short auction. Of course, it wasn't that simple.
The next hours began to seem like something out of Groundhogs Day. No matter what I did, or what the vampire did, I seemed to come back to the same miserable state: horrendously blue-balled with either Amy or Nadette wiping the sweat and other fluids off my body. Nonetheless, I still preferred those physically uncomfortable moments to the ones in between. While the brief minutes of being sweetened were physically painless, the knowledge that I was being mercilessly teased with no hope of achieving any satisfaction was nearly unendurable. I couldn't help but be anxious about when the artificial euphoria would end and the reality of my aching, stressed body would come crashing back down upon me. I was driven nearly to tears with sexual frustration.
Out of desperation, I took to playing mental games with my situation: sorting my tormenters into categories and trying to predict what each one would do. I found that within a few seconds of them walking in the door, I could tell who, like Gregory, was really here for the auction from those, like Anna, that weren't.
The ones who didn't want me universally chose to have Amy do the work in getting me hard. They were also quick to take their expected taste -- often only moments after I'd achieved yet another pointless erection. It was almost worth the uncomfortable fullness in my groin to see the humorous expressions they gave after their taste was done and ruefully realized they should have made more of their opportunity. I came to cherish those guests, simply because they came and went quickly, notching me that much faster to being done.
Then there were those who actually did want me, and they seemed to be in a competition to see which of them could exhaust me the most. No quick hand-job here. They insisted on fondling, teasing and generally drawing the whole thing out for the entire time Nadette gave them. Several messed with my head more than was strictly necessary for the job: for twenty minutes, I was madly in love with a vampire named Elizabeth, to the point where I begged her abjectly to buy me because I couldn't imagine life without her. I thought I'd met my soulmate - until she let me go and I realized I'd been used. Most weren't that extreme. Some called me pet names, and asked about my life, or told me things about theirs in addition to the molestation. All very personal and nicety-nice.
When it came to the sex itself they each went about it their own way. That part I could never anticipate. But universally, predictably, no matter what they chose to do, the first thing that crossed their minds was to complain bitterly about the hickeys Gregory had left all over me.
"No, no, nooo!" cried the same vampire who had cooed over my size during the initial introductions. Tanya, her name happened to be. She pouted at me through a cascade of tight brown ringlets. "Don't tell me this was Gregory," she said with dismay, running soft fingers over one of the marks near my nipple. "How many Whites does that man need to horde?"
Naturally, neither Amy nor I had an answer for that, and Nadette, who might have had something to say, had already taken the first polite opportunity to flee the room, lest my revolting manly erection make her sick.
Unfortunately, like all the other interested vampires, the hickeys didn't put Tanya off for long. With a smug little grin, she took over my mind so that I lay absolutely still while she licked and nibbled at my body. She made a point of adding a much larger and more gruesome hickey on my inner thigh, right the across the raised tendon. "Gregory can suck on this, ha!" she said in a kittenish voice.
About ten minutes into the molestation, Amy gave her the warning that her time was running out, and Tanya took it to the next level. She took my length in her mouth and began playing with it like lollypop. Sucking on the end, licking up and down the shaft. It was everything that Amy's blowjob last week was not: Enthusiastic, inventive, sincere. Oh god, if I could have moved, if I could have made a sound, I'd have put on a show that would have rivaled the dirtiest porno. But I couldn't. I fruitlessly beat myself against her will, trying to take some command. It was unbearably frustrating.
Amy gave her a second warning, which led Tanya to step it up a further notch. Forcing me to watch, she made a little strip tease out of removing her panties-but only her panties. My moan was caught, unvoiced in the back of my throat. I got only the most momentary look at her snatch while she raised her dress long enough to settle herself on me. Then my eyes snapped shut of their own accord. "No peeking" she said, in the sweetest girliest voice. Tease, tease, tease.
"Pay attention to how I feel," she said, and I had no choice but to do just that - concentrate on the sheer physical pleasure of her body while she rode me fast and hard. She was wet and slick and very hot. Her pussy gripped me with perfection. It was a cheat - all a cheat to get me horny then leave me hanging, yet again. I didn't think I could go through it, but there was always the possibility that she might slip, let me go just long enough to take me over the edge. And for that possibility I had to cooperate. Even though I could do absolutely nothing but be still and stiff, I concentrated on the friction of her flesh encompassing my own, and pushed the abused sexual centers of my brain to achieve my long overdue orgasm.
The physical pleasure really aught to have been enough even without the visual stimulation of watching her do it. Aught to have been - because somehow it wasn't. It seemed like I was being held close to but not quite coming for a horribly long time. I tried to fight her will long enough to watch myself going in and out of her but that wasn't her plan. Finally Tanya let out a little happy squeal of pleasure and I guessed that she'd at least enjoyed herself.
She pulled off, still not letting me open my eyes. I felt the sweep of her dress against my sweaty belly, then her hair tickled my nose for a second before I felt her settle onto my neck. She drank with a little jerk each time she swallowed. I could only guess the hash she was making of my throat. At least it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt, yet.
And then with the suddenness of an anvil being dropped on me, it did. I cried out and curled into a ball around my throbbing nuts. My cock pulsed hot and hard against my thigh, irritated and sensitive. Unlike the earlier hickeys, the one she'd left on my thigh actually ached. I opened my teary eyes to see that Nadette had reentered the room. I didn't know whether I wanted to cry or thank her that she'd put an overdue end to this miserable unrewarding affair.
"It's not fair," Tanya whined. "I don't have a single commodity, but Gregory is going to out bid me I know it. It's not fair. I've worked hard to raise my stake and wanted this one so much."
Nadette patted her and gave me a beaming smile for a job well done. That made 11. Thank god, only two more to go.
Next came Sydney. I'd almost forgotten about him, though how, I'm not sure. At nearly seven feet tall, rake thin, and dark skinned, he was the most visually startling of all the guests: like some crash landed alien in an expensive Italian suit. The gaunt giant entered the room deep in conversation with Nadette. His voice sounded smooth and deep and lyrical, like the mellow strings of a double bass.
Not interested, I thought, with relief, fitting him into the category of guests who wouldn't bid on me. That made it five serious contenders vs seven who were just leeching onto Nadette's hospitality. Just as well, though a bit surprising. I was under the impression that he was Valentina's patron. The breeder.
"- You give him far too much power over your opinion," Sydney was saying, his face as always serene despite the clipped words. "His empire is collapsing inward on the weight of it's own decadence. Every year there more films coming out of Canada and India. China."
"When Baliwood eclipses Hollywood I'll consider it," said Nadette. "Now he's got the ear of too many important neighbors to offend. We can discuss this tomorrow. Dawn is already here, I'm tired and would like to go to bed soon." I glanced around and saw the window over the bed was grey with twilight.
I shifted my attention back in time to see Sydney's eyes drift across to me, assessing me in a way I can only describe as clinical. The first frown I'd ever seen him have crossed his face. "Tsk. He's marked. A shame."
Oh, no, the hickey cue. Perhaps he was interested after all. That made six to six.
"Gregory's work, I assume." Sydney placed a long finger on the dark mark on my inner thigh, ironically the only one Gregory wasn't responsible for. "Disgusting."
Okay, not interested.
He turned to Nadette, who already had the door open for her escape. "This is disrespectful to your hospitality. You should throw him out. I'm sure the others agree." Sydney's eyes drifted slowly over my body, and he touched each hickey in turn. "You don't need the money, and he certainly doesn't need the influence of having yet another commodity in his possession."
His finger lingered over a nipple and then made a slow, teasing rub of it. I bit my lip and tried not to give him the satisfaction of a response, but I could already feel the body aches easing off to nothing and the cycle of what I knew now would be unrequited lust start up again. Interested, definitely interested. Fuck.
"I'll keep that in mind," Nadette. "Now I shall leave you to enjoy." She stepped outside and began shutting the door.
"Wait!" said Sydney. "Do stay, Nadette. You put me off now, but tomorrow will be no more conducive to this conversation than today, and it must be said. We haven't ironed out that little matter. There is no reason we can't combine one business with another."
Not interested. Whew.
Nadette looked clearly consternated. She pressed her lips together for a moment, then said. "While I admire your ability to multitask, Sydney, and I very much wish to iron out our few remaining differences, I've seen as much of your body as I ever care to and I would rather not subject my stomach to watching you pleasure yourself on another man. That's taking our friendship a bit too far. So choose your priority."
Sydney laughed, a deep languid chuckle like the rumble of a cars engine. "Very well." He took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Nadette shut the door just as he unfastened his belt.
Interested.
Sydney turned out to be more methodical than any of the other vampires, less interested in getting me aroused as in finding out my tolerances for touch. He spent an extraordinary amount of time with my feet, first massaging them, which felt very nice if a bit what-the-fuck-ish. Then he began mouthing them, sucking each of the toes, an act I found both inexplicably sexual and almost unbearably tickleish.
Did you know, he said in my mind - his mouth was otherwise occupied. The area dedicated to the feet in your brain is right next to that dedicated to your genitals? In some there is a blurring of one to the other.
I did not know that. But apparently my cock did, because it was quite hard and leaking from what Sydney was doing to my feet alone. He caught my dribbling emission and rubbed it carefully between his fingers. Bending my legs apart he used that thin moisture as lube. Luckily my ass was already pretty well oiled from previous encounters.
Sydney's investigations continued. He invaded me with two fingers, hunted and found my prostate, all with an expression of scientist examining a particularly interesting specimen. For what seemed like forever, he patiently massaged me, siding his fingers back and forth, jabbing and pressing small circles into the most sensitive part of my bowels. While it felt good, it was a rather unsatisfying good. It made my need to come much more intense without actually furthering me to that goal.
"Some men are blessed with a sensitive prostate," he said with a smile. "It enhances their pleasure greatly to have it stroked thusly. Others merely find this act disagreeable, even painful. It is good you find it pleasing, I have little use for a man who can not enjoy being penetrated." And penetrate me he did, moving from two fingers to three, never seeming to tire or grow bored despite the repetitiveness. After several minutes of this, I realized he was seeing how long I could endure. Either that or he was trying to drive me insane.
"With discipline, training, and a willing imagination some men learn to reach orgasm from sodomy alone."
Oh, Christ. What kind of kinks was he into? Feet and now this? Working five times as hard to achieve, at best, a weak orgasm was not something to strive for. I'm not a masochist like that. As far I was concerned, any sex that included me, included my goddamn penis as well. End of story.
If Sydney were reading my thoughts, he didn't deem them worthy of comment and that cold disregard struck me as even more unnerving than the rest of him. Living in Africa and his penchant for breeding his harem were enough reason to not want him as a patron, but now I had another one as well. He scared me in a deep, gut level way. There was no attraction to him whatsoever. Gregory, for all his barely controlled insanity, began to look awfully good.
To my relief, Amy finally spoke up. "You have five more minutes."
"Ridiculous," Sydney said. "I requested to be last, that I might have as much time as I need. Nadette agreed to my request. I will continue - within her rules of course."
Amy frowned. Then looked far off for a moment. "You aren't the last - there is one behind you, but Nadette agrees you can have an extra fifteen minutes."
"An hour," said Sydney.
Amy's cheeks turned pink. "Uh… Nadette says, 'twenty minutes, and that's final. This is a tasting not a meal'." She lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, my lord. I'm just repeating her words."
"Very well."
He thankfully gave up on my prostate and instead moved to the other hole. "How talented are you, orally," he asked. "Have you pleased many women? Men?"
"Women don't complain," I said. They were the first words I'd ever spoken to him.
"And men, perhaps a bit?" He smiled again, the same chilly expression that didn't reach his eyes. "You may practice on me. Show what skill you have." He said it like I should take it as some sort of privilege.
He lifted an uncut prick that was slim only in comparison to its disturbing length, and held it close to my lips. I had a sudden intense, damn near precognitive vision of him taking over my mind and forcing me to deep throat that snake down to the short hairs, then smiling calmly while I choked for breath and vomited. Terror hit me like a solid kick to my chest.
I couldn't fucking take this anymore. They could make me, God knows they could, but it would tear me to pieces. I'd been damming up my emotions for hours and I just fucking couldn't any more. There are so many impossibilities out there: I can't fly, I can't turn back time, and I just can't turn myself off - not in a situation like this. Even though I knew that there would be punishment for it, it was simply impossible. I felt my spirit crack like it was a physical thing, deep in my chest.
First came an absolute, uncontrollable, incoherent fury that he dare put me through this. I couldn't care anymore that he could kill me, hurt me, tear me to bits. This was my soul he was destroying here. I saw white. And then even my rage seemed to tatter and fall apart. I burst into huge gulping sobs like a school boy. Falling apart, I brayed loudly, half screaming, half belching out my misery while tears streamed down my face.
Nadette burst into the room. And suddenly, like a switch, my mind went utterly blank. Not happy, not sad, not scared, not anything. My last sob turned into a sigh and I lay staring at the ceiling, wide-eyed and utterly stunned,
"What the hell are you doing to him." Nadette's voice was utterly furious.
"Nothing," said Sydney bemused. "He was enjoying my touches, then he became emotionally overwrought. He has so very little trust. He merely needs a good teacher."
I turned to look at him in a kind of a numb state. I knew what had been done to me, and dimly remembered being upset about it, but I couldn't fathom why. I had the groggy feeling of someone who'd just woken up from a deep sleep.
Nadette flashed her eyes from me to Sydney then back. Then rubbed her forehead ruefully with her knuckles. "Well, he's stable, again," She said finally. "But I'm afraid that's it. Sydney. Your taste, if you still want one, is going to be have to be neutral - and don't even think to blame me for that, you got too greedy and it backfired."
Sydney's eyes flashed with anger briefly before the veil of his composure came to rest again. "Very well," he said. He lifted my ankle and briefly brought it to his mouth. He drank for a few seconds then released me of his own accord. "He is quite interesting." I saw disappointment in his eyes.
Sydney left and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was beginning to return to myself, and even though my memory of what he'd done had dimmed considerably, I was still pretty shaken by my own reaction to it.
"Don't sell me to him," I begged, as Nadette returned from the bathroom with a rag. "Please. If you have any kindness in you. Not him. He'll kill me."
"For what it's worth," Nadette replied bitterly, "He's not likely to even bid on you now. But I think you paint too negative a picture of him. His Harem is quite satisfied and happy once they adjust to his expectations. Sydney is extremely strict and demanding, but he's also the most patient and consistent man I've ever me. In my opinion he was the best fit for you," she continued. "Far enough away, you wouldn't have the temptation to run. And with him as your patron, you would have never, ever had to worry about what he wanted or expected from you."
She gazed at me. "I don't know what happened here, but I'm guessing that he simply underestimated how tired you were. You put on too brave a face, and fooled him."
And just like that, she'd put the blame for my breakdown back on me. Un-fucking-believable.
"There is one more guest on the list, but since he's tasted you before, I think I can spare you his attentions." Nadette gave my crotch one last brisk scrub with the towel. "It would simply be a pro forma anyway." She backed away with the cloth. "Amy?"
Amy came up with the chastity sheath. Oh, goddamn it, no. While I begged, she slid my cock into the plastic tube and latched the band around my nuts. I wasn't as soft as I should have been, so it pulled and pinched. "Why are you torturing me?" I asked. "I did everything you wanted."
Nadette looked somewhat surprised. "I made you a promise: The next time you come will be at the hands of your new Patron. I made the same promise to them. While I didn't expect it to be this much of a trial for you, I'm not going back on my word. My party has already had too many hitches as is."
She gave my shoulder a pat -- which seemed to be her way of conveying false sympathy. "Besides, you did fine for a week, the auction begins at sunset, and I honestly can't imagine it going on longer than fifteen minutes. I predict, the sky will still have a bit of color in it when you get your relief."
A line of deep golden light caught the top of her hair, setting fire to fine hairs that had wandered free of her bun - figuratively that is. For a moment I had a longing wish that the old myths were true and she'd actually burst into flame, but instead she merely looked up and squinted a bit at the window behind my head. "The sun is well up. I need to see to Jeffrey then I'll have Claudia here to take off your cuffs. She'll see you get your dinner and bring you Tylenol and sedative to help you sleep. Tomorrow, this will all be over." She patted my face. Buck up, trooper.
I rolled over to my side. The chain binding my hands together had a good ten inches of play, not enough to let me off the bed, but enough that I could change positions and get comfortable. Despite the heat of the room, I felt a bit shivery and I wished that she had given me the blanket to cover up with. Sleep didn't sound at all preposterous. I'd been awake for a bit over twelve hours, but it felt more like thirty. Years.
My eyes had drifted shut when I heard the commotion through the wall, which was quite something because the room was pretty soundproofed. It came first as a bang that rattled the place. Then followed a heavy thump of something hitting the wall, once, twice, hard. I heard voices far too muffled to make out, and then my door flew open.
Defensively I'd scrambled as best I could into a sitting position, twisted somewhat uncomfortably sideways with the unyielding brass frame digging into my shoulder. I saw Amy scrambling into the room, her face pale and her eyes wide with terror. Before I could really process that, I was distracted by a familiar and not entirely welcome face.
Jeffrey stalked over to the head of the bed and stared down on me. The his hair looked a bit more wildly tousled than usual, his earlier jacket was missing, and his shirt had several ripped buttons and was pulled askew towards one shoulder. There was concern in his eyes for just a moment as he looked me over.
Then, he did something so quick and so wholly inappropriate for the occasion I wasn't sure I'd actually seen it, or just imagined it. Nah - couldn't be.
The door slammed shut, distracting me again. I looked over to see Nadette, leaning against the wall, looking flustered and disheveled like I'd never seen her before. A line of sequins had been torn from the sleeve of her charcoal dress, and now dangled off her wrist like a string of prayer beads. Two asymmetrical locks of hair had fallen from her bun. The look on her face was pure icy fury.
"I said, no Jeffrey. He's exhausted. He needs rest."
"And I say, am I a guest are aren't I?" Jeffrey spun around. He gave her just the quickest of glances before pacing about the room in a restless, aimless manner. "Am I? Am I truly being offered a chance to bid on my own harem, or will you just admit that this is all a farce, and I'm being excluded with prejudice." He opened a drawer to the vanity and peeked in before shutting it again.
"He's not your harem, anymore," tsked Nadette. "You refused the finders price, although it was well within your means to accept. He defaults to the nine-tenths rule"
"Within my means?" That got his attention again. He rounded on Nadette with such sudden intent that I wondered for a moment if they were going to fight. Nadette seemed to think so do because she widened her stance and braced herself against an expected blow. "Who are you to know whether five years of my life in service to you is a price within my means." He turned away from her again and paced over to the sun-and-rainbow wall hanging. With a tug he lifted a corner and peered behind it.
"Twelve witnesses side with me." Nadette used one hand to smooth back her straying hair. "Even in the human world that would have made for a fair trial -- Jeffrey, pay attention to me if you are going to argue! There is nothing in that closet that concerns you. My god, you are infuriating!"
Jeffrey turned away from the open closet and gave her his full attention. "Twelve of your closest friends and most ardent political suck ups. But what happens if I bring this matter up before the High Council? I wonder what they would think your treatment of me?" He circled in on her, but paused to give the metal plate where the lock should have been a quick tap with a finger.
Meanwhile, Nadette gaped, at a loss for words for a moment, then burst into incredulous laughter. "I sit on the High Council, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey grinned back, the smile of a shark. "But you don't control it," he said in a low voice. "Your sycophants might excuse your failures in etiquette, but your peers might not be so generous. This will be an embarrassment and you know it. Are you really willing to risk your seat for this? This tasting?"
Nadette's laughter stopped and she stared coldly. "I think you vastly underestimate my popularity. But I do prefer not to have my name dragged into a silly, time wasting complaint, so very well - you may have your taste. But it will have to be quick and neutral. He needs his rest."
"Sweet," Jeffrey contradicted, his smile never wavering. "Like the rest. Fair is fair."
Nadette sighed and clapped her hand against her forehead. "What would be the point? You've already tasted him sweet. You know what it's like. Besides, I don't have the key to the damn chastity belt on me. Any sex you force on that poor man is going to be one sided."
"That's perfectly acceptable," he said clapping his hands together as if she'd just proposed a marvelous idea. Jeffrey smile turned from sharp and predatory to delight. "And you are right, my dearest Nadette. I have tasted him sweet, so to show what gracious guest I am, I'll compromise with you. I won't take him sweet." I jumped in startlement at that. "In fact," Jeffrey went on, his smile broadening. "I won't take his blood at all. I just want to fuck him."
Nadette's mouth dropped open again and she stared at him in dumbfounded awe for a long long moment. "You what? W-what is the point in that?"
"Oh, Nadette! Do I really need to explain the pleasures of the flesh to you?" Jeffrey asked in mock surprise. "Don't tell me you are virgin. Nadette!" He turned his head and gave her a slightly disapproving tsk.
Nadette reddened and grew even more flustered. "What? No, ah. This is … that's, even for you…" Nadette lost her words for a second. She covered her eyes with a hand and shook her head. Then swallowed and tried again. "Jeffrey, let me get this straight. Are you saying you just want him carnally? You want to achieve some kind of human orgasm off of him without feeding? What kind of pervert are you?"
Jeffrey had resumed poking aimlessly about the room and Nadette found herself talking to his back again. "Jeffrey!" she snapped.
"What kind of pervert am I? Why, the kind that drinks the blood of Blacks, and finds the find of a decade." Jeffrey's meandering brought him back to my bedside. He put a gentle hand on my head, and gazed down at me in a tender manner.
Although his voice remained light and sweet, his next words cut right through my chest like a sharp blade. "He ran away, Nadette. He embarrassing me in front of my harem, my peers. He has made a mockery of me, known around the globe. And I have no doubt that your deep pocketed friends will see to it that I never lay my hands on him again. I don't need to taste him." He stroked the side of my face, softly, like a father. "I'm perfectly well fed, I don't need a meal - but he still owes me, and this may well be my last opportunity to collect on that debt."
Jeffrey straightened up and gave Nadette a beaming smile. "So -- I want to fuck him. Hard. I want to see my cock, saw in and out of his ass until he cries out for mercy and I cry out in pleasure. I want it to hurt for him and feel great for me. Is it really that difficult to understand? Or do I need to spell it out more explicitly?"
"A vengeance fuck." She looked utterly disgusted. Horror made my stomach go queasy. Help me, Nadette
"In and out," Jeffrey continued. "Filling him, making him moan out like his girlfriends never could. I want to hear that funny little burp a man's ass makes when you pop out for a moment - you know that sound-" He pantomimed, sliding three fingers in and out of a ring made by his thumb and fingers. "Shlupt, shlupt."
"--Ach!" Nadette closed her eyes put her hands over her ears. "Stop it! For God's sake. Just - ugh --Whatever. Do it. Ten minutes, no more. Amy will witness, and you better not injure him."
She's selling me out. She's giving me to him, knowing--
"I won't injure him any more than he's already been by your other guests." Jeffrey touched the huge hickey on my thigh. I winced.
"Well, one thing for sure, " she said bitterly, giving me one last unapologetic stare. "At least at the end of this, any residual loyalty he may have had for you will be gone. Go ahead, enjoy your rape." She spun and headed out the door with a bang. I stared forlornly after her.
Oh… fuck. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. It's worse. It's way worse. This was going to hurt and oh fuck, I couldn't blame him. My mind bubbled over with excuses and abject apologies, but part of me actually felt somewhat relieved the shoe was finally going to drop. I was going to finally atone for my misbehavior. I was a walking disaster for Vampires, popping into their lives only to ruin and humiliate them. Maybe, if I could walk away from this, there was a chance that Jeffrey would one day forgive me, the way Darlene never, ever would.
But then, just as I met his eye to man up to the inevitable, Jeffrey did that same little thing again - the one he did when he first walked in, the one I was sure was just my imagination. But this time he did it slower and more deliberate and I knew, for whatever reason, the gesture was real.
Jeffrey winked.
On to chapter 16
Back to Chapter 14
RATING: NC-17 (This chapter NC-17)
SUMMARY: The nightmare continues as George gets a far too intimate look at all those who plan to own him.
WARNINGS: (this chapter) Non-con, Bondage.
Word Count: 5930
Chapter 15
Inevitably, Nadette decided I was clean and rested enough to see the next person on the list. I lay on my back and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to show that I was curious, or angry, or cared. My balls ached like Nadette had squeezed them again, and I hadn't fully detumesced; my prick lay like a hot fat slug across the rise of my thigh. Looking down, I saw the march of hickeys across my chest and belly, like bug bites.
The door opened to a woman this time. Anna, I recognized. The most matronly of the guests and the one that Jeffrey had teasingly come on to. True to Gregory's prediction, she was deep in a one sided conversation with Nadette about people I didn't know and places I didn't care about.
"Anna, don't you want a taste?" Nadette finally interrupted to ask. "The window of opportunity is a limited one."
Anna looked at me surprised, as if she were startled that I was there. Then she tittered a bit. "All tied up and waiting. How lovely. Listen I don't suppose…"
"Amy is of course available if you'd rather not get hands on yourself," said Nadette smoothly.
Anna looked relieved. "You always think of everything, Nadette!" But her face immediately fell again when Nadette turned back around and with a "Then I'll leave you to it," and walked out the door. She gave me a bit of a consternated look that I had unwittingly interfered with her lobbying.
Amy didn't require any further direction. She walked over and sat down on the bed next to me. I met her eyes and wanted to ask, "Are you really this cool with it? Or have you just learned to look like you are?" I was more curious than worried at this point. It wasn't like I had a choice in this, either. She smiled at me in a way much the way the teller does at the bank - a professional courtesy rather than any genuine emotional connection. I didn't smile back and she didn't seem to mind.
"Just relax, let me do everything," she said as she oiled her hand with lube. Not waiting for any acknowledgement on my part she started stroking my cock, squeezing it's half-limp length like dough until it became ridged, then switching to a faster lighter touch. It was methodical, unvarying - the hurry-up-and-come stroke I recognized from my pre-breakup days with my last girlfriend. Meanwhile Anna was paying almost no attention whatsoever.
I didn't really care. I wanted to get off enough at that point an apathetic hand job was perfectly acceptable. I closed my eyes and fantasized of women. I had just started to get into it when, abruptly, Amy stopped. Just like that. No warning. I muffled a whimper of need behind my shut lips, and hoped that she was just pausing. Then I felt Anna bite me on he forearm above the wrist and knew that once again I'd been cheated. I opened my eyes and saw Amy settling herself back on her chair.
"Enough," said Nadette casually as she reentered the room. "Well?"
Anna, still crouched next to the bed, looked rather startled, but she let my arm go. "Oh, oh my. That was absolutely lovely. He truly is a commodity." She afforded me one rather poignantly longing gaze. And then she resumed chatting Nadette's ear off as she was rather firmly led out the door.
So Gregory was right - she didn't have any interest in me - or at least she hadn't before this. For a few minutes I entertained the notion this might be a short auction. Of course, it wasn't that simple.
The next hours began to seem like something out of Groundhogs Day. No matter what I did, or what the vampire did, I seemed to come back to the same miserable state: horrendously blue-balled with either Amy or Nadette wiping the sweat and other fluids off my body. Nonetheless, I still preferred those physically uncomfortable moments to the ones in between. While the brief minutes of being sweetened were physically painless, the knowledge that I was being mercilessly teased with no hope of achieving any satisfaction was nearly unendurable. I couldn't help but be anxious about when the artificial euphoria would end and the reality of my aching, stressed body would come crashing back down upon me. I was driven nearly to tears with sexual frustration.
Out of desperation, I took to playing mental games with my situation: sorting my tormenters into categories and trying to predict what each one would do. I found that within a few seconds of them walking in the door, I could tell who, like Gregory, was really here for the auction from those, like Anna, that weren't.
The ones who didn't want me universally chose to have Amy do the work in getting me hard. They were also quick to take their expected taste -- often only moments after I'd achieved yet another pointless erection. It was almost worth the uncomfortable fullness in my groin to see the humorous expressions they gave after their taste was done and ruefully realized they should have made more of their opportunity. I came to cherish those guests, simply because they came and went quickly, notching me that much faster to being done.
Then there were those who actually did want me, and they seemed to be in a competition to see which of them could exhaust me the most. No quick hand-job here. They insisted on fondling, teasing and generally drawing the whole thing out for the entire time Nadette gave them. Several messed with my head more than was strictly necessary for the job: for twenty minutes, I was madly in love with a vampire named Elizabeth, to the point where I begged her abjectly to buy me because I couldn't imagine life without her. I thought I'd met my soulmate - until she let me go and I realized I'd been used. Most weren't that extreme. Some called me pet names, and asked about my life, or told me things about theirs in addition to the molestation. All very personal and nicety-nice.
When it came to the sex itself they each went about it their own way. That part I could never anticipate. But universally, predictably, no matter what they chose to do, the first thing that crossed their minds was to complain bitterly about the hickeys Gregory had left all over me.
"No, no, nooo!" cried the same vampire who had cooed over my size during the initial introductions. Tanya, her name happened to be. She pouted at me through a cascade of tight brown ringlets. "Don't tell me this was Gregory," she said with dismay, running soft fingers over one of the marks near my nipple. "How many Whites does that man need to horde?"
Naturally, neither Amy nor I had an answer for that, and Nadette, who might have had something to say, had already taken the first polite opportunity to flee the room, lest my revolting manly erection make her sick.
Unfortunately, like all the other interested vampires, the hickeys didn't put Tanya off for long. With a smug little grin, she took over my mind so that I lay absolutely still while she licked and nibbled at my body. She made a point of adding a much larger and more gruesome hickey on my inner thigh, right the across the raised tendon. "Gregory can suck on this, ha!" she said in a kittenish voice.
About ten minutes into the molestation, Amy gave her the warning that her time was running out, and Tanya took it to the next level. She took my length in her mouth and began playing with it like lollypop. Sucking on the end, licking up and down the shaft. It was everything that Amy's blowjob last week was not: Enthusiastic, inventive, sincere. Oh god, if I could have moved, if I could have made a sound, I'd have put on a show that would have rivaled the dirtiest porno. But I couldn't. I fruitlessly beat myself against her will, trying to take some command. It was unbearably frustrating.
Amy gave her a second warning, which led Tanya to step it up a further notch. Forcing me to watch, she made a little strip tease out of removing her panties-but only her panties. My moan was caught, unvoiced in the back of my throat. I got only the most momentary look at her snatch while she raised her dress long enough to settle herself on me. Then my eyes snapped shut of their own accord. "No peeking" she said, in the sweetest girliest voice. Tease, tease, tease.
"Pay attention to how I feel," she said, and I had no choice but to do just that - concentrate on the sheer physical pleasure of her body while she rode me fast and hard. She was wet and slick and very hot. Her pussy gripped me with perfection. It was a cheat - all a cheat to get me horny then leave me hanging, yet again. I didn't think I could go through it, but there was always the possibility that she might slip, let me go just long enough to take me over the edge. And for that possibility I had to cooperate. Even though I could do absolutely nothing but be still and stiff, I concentrated on the friction of her flesh encompassing my own, and pushed the abused sexual centers of my brain to achieve my long overdue orgasm.
The physical pleasure really aught to have been enough even without the visual stimulation of watching her do it. Aught to have been - because somehow it wasn't. It seemed like I was being held close to but not quite coming for a horribly long time. I tried to fight her will long enough to watch myself going in and out of her but that wasn't her plan. Finally Tanya let out a little happy squeal of pleasure and I guessed that she'd at least enjoyed herself.
She pulled off, still not letting me open my eyes. I felt the sweep of her dress against my sweaty belly, then her hair tickled my nose for a second before I felt her settle onto my neck. She drank with a little jerk each time she swallowed. I could only guess the hash she was making of my throat. At least it didn't hurt. Nothing hurt, yet.
And then with the suddenness of an anvil being dropped on me, it did. I cried out and curled into a ball around my throbbing nuts. My cock pulsed hot and hard against my thigh, irritated and sensitive. Unlike the earlier hickeys, the one she'd left on my thigh actually ached. I opened my teary eyes to see that Nadette had reentered the room. I didn't know whether I wanted to cry or thank her that she'd put an overdue end to this miserable unrewarding affair.
"It's not fair," Tanya whined. "I don't have a single commodity, but Gregory is going to out bid me I know it. It's not fair. I've worked hard to raise my stake and wanted this one so much."
Nadette patted her and gave me a beaming smile for a job well done. That made 11. Thank god, only two more to go.
Next came Sydney. I'd almost forgotten about him, though how, I'm not sure. At nearly seven feet tall, rake thin, and dark skinned, he was the most visually startling of all the guests: like some crash landed alien in an expensive Italian suit. The gaunt giant entered the room deep in conversation with Nadette. His voice sounded smooth and deep and lyrical, like the mellow strings of a double bass.
Not interested, I thought, with relief, fitting him into the category of guests who wouldn't bid on me. That made it five serious contenders vs seven who were just leeching onto Nadette's hospitality. Just as well, though a bit surprising. I was under the impression that he was Valentina's patron. The breeder.
"- You give him far too much power over your opinion," Sydney was saying, his face as always serene despite the clipped words. "His empire is collapsing inward on the weight of it's own decadence. Every year there more films coming out of Canada and India. China."
"When Baliwood eclipses Hollywood I'll consider it," said Nadette. "Now he's got the ear of too many important neighbors to offend. We can discuss this tomorrow. Dawn is already here, I'm tired and would like to go to bed soon." I glanced around and saw the window over the bed was grey with twilight.
I shifted my attention back in time to see Sydney's eyes drift across to me, assessing me in a way I can only describe as clinical. The first frown I'd ever seen him have crossed his face. "Tsk. He's marked. A shame."
Oh, no, the hickey cue. Perhaps he was interested after all. That made six to six.
"Gregory's work, I assume." Sydney placed a long finger on the dark mark on my inner thigh, ironically the only one Gregory wasn't responsible for. "Disgusting."
Okay, not interested.
He turned to Nadette, who already had the door open for her escape. "This is disrespectful to your hospitality. You should throw him out. I'm sure the others agree." Sydney's eyes drifted slowly over my body, and he touched each hickey in turn. "You don't need the money, and he certainly doesn't need the influence of having yet another commodity in his possession."
His finger lingered over a nipple and then made a slow, teasing rub of it. I bit my lip and tried not to give him the satisfaction of a response, but I could already feel the body aches easing off to nothing and the cycle of what I knew now would be unrequited lust start up again. Interested, definitely interested. Fuck.
"I'll keep that in mind," Nadette. "Now I shall leave you to enjoy." She stepped outside and began shutting the door.
"Wait!" said Sydney. "Do stay, Nadette. You put me off now, but tomorrow will be no more conducive to this conversation than today, and it must be said. We haven't ironed out that little matter. There is no reason we can't combine one business with another."
Not interested. Whew.
Nadette looked clearly consternated. She pressed her lips together for a moment, then said. "While I admire your ability to multitask, Sydney, and I very much wish to iron out our few remaining differences, I've seen as much of your body as I ever care to and I would rather not subject my stomach to watching you pleasure yourself on another man. That's taking our friendship a bit too far. So choose your priority."
Sydney laughed, a deep languid chuckle like the rumble of a cars engine. "Very well." He took off his coat and began unbuttoning his shirt. Nadette shut the door just as he unfastened his belt.
Interested.
Sydney turned out to be more methodical than any of the other vampires, less interested in getting me aroused as in finding out my tolerances for touch. He spent an extraordinary amount of time with my feet, first massaging them, which felt very nice if a bit what-the-fuck-ish. Then he began mouthing them, sucking each of the toes, an act I found both inexplicably sexual and almost unbearably tickleish.
Did you know, he said in my mind - his mouth was otherwise occupied. The area dedicated to the feet in your brain is right next to that dedicated to your genitals? In some there is a blurring of one to the other.
I did not know that. But apparently my cock did, because it was quite hard and leaking from what Sydney was doing to my feet alone. He caught my dribbling emission and rubbed it carefully between his fingers. Bending my legs apart he used that thin moisture as lube. Luckily my ass was already pretty well oiled from previous encounters.
Sydney's investigations continued. He invaded me with two fingers, hunted and found my prostate, all with an expression of scientist examining a particularly interesting specimen. For what seemed like forever, he patiently massaged me, siding his fingers back and forth, jabbing and pressing small circles into the most sensitive part of my bowels. While it felt good, it was a rather unsatisfying good. It made my need to come much more intense without actually furthering me to that goal.
"Some men are blessed with a sensitive prostate," he said with a smile. "It enhances their pleasure greatly to have it stroked thusly. Others merely find this act disagreeable, even painful. It is good you find it pleasing, I have little use for a man who can not enjoy being penetrated." And penetrate me he did, moving from two fingers to three, never seeming to tire or grow bored despite the repetitiveness. After several minutes of this, I realized he was seeing how long I could endure. Either that or he was trying to drive me insane.
"With discipline, training, and a willing imagination some men learn to reach orgasm from sodomy alone."
Oh, Christ. What kind of kinks was he into? Feet and now this? Working five times as hard to achieve, at best, a weak orgasm was not something to strive for. I'm not a masochist like that. As far I was concerned, any sex that included me, included my goddamn penis as well. End of story.
If Sydney were reading my thoughts, he didn't deem them worthy of comment and that cold disregard struck me as even more unnerving than the rest of him. Living in Africa and his penchant for breeding his harem were enough reason to not want him as a patron, but now I had another one as well. He scared me in a deep, gut level way. There was no attraction to him whatsoever. Gregory, for all his barely controlled insanity, began to look awfully good.
To my relief, Amy finally spoke up. "You have five more minutes."
"Ridiculous," Sydney said. "I requested to be last, that I might have as much time as I need. Nadette agreed to my request. I will continue - within her rules of course."
Amy frowned. Then looked far off for a moment. "You aren't the last - there is one behind you, but Nadette agrees you can have an extra fifteen minutes."
"An hour," said Sydney.
Amy's cheeks turned pink. "Uh… Nadette says, 'twenty minutes, and that's final. This is a tasting not a meal'." She lowered her gaze. "I'm sorry, my lord. I'm just repeating her words."
"Very well."
He thankfully gave up on my prostate and instead moved to the other hole. "How talented are you, orally," he asked. "Have you pleased many women? Men?"
"Women don't complain," I said. They were the first words I'd ever spoken to him.
"And men, perhaps a bit?" He smiled again, the same chilly expression that didn't reach his eyes. "You may practice on me. Show what skill you have." He said it like I should take it as some sort of privilege.
He lifted an uncut prick that was slim only in comparison to its disturbing length, and held it close to my lips. I had a sudden intense, damn near precognitive vision of him taking over my mind and forcing me to deep throat that snake down to the short hairs, then smiling calmly while I choked for breath and vomited. Terror hit me like a solid kick to my chest.
I couldn't fucking take this anymore. They could make me, God knows they could, but it would tear me to pieces. I'd been damming up my emotions for hours and I just fucking couldn't any more. There are so many impossibilities out there: I can't fly, I can't turn back time, and I just can't turn myself off - not in a situation like this. Even though I knew that there would be punishment for it, it was simply impossible. I felt my spirit crack like it was a physical thing, deep in my chest.
First came an absolute, uncontrollable, incoherent fury that he dare put me through this. I couldn't care anymore that he could kill me, hurt me, tear me to bits. This was my soul he was destroying here. I saw white. And then even my rage seemed to tatter and fall apart. I burst into huge gulping sobs like a school boy. Falling apart, I brayed loudly, half screaming, half belching out my misery while tears streamed down my face.
Nadette burst into the room. And suddenly, like a switch, my mind went utterly blank. Not happy, not sad, not scared, not anything. My last sob turned into a sigh and I lay staring at the ceiling, wide-eyed and utterly stunned,
"What the hell are you doing to him." Nadette's voice was utterly furious.
"Nothing," said Sydney bemused. "He was enjoying my touches, then he became emotionally overwrought. He has so very little trust. He merely needs a good teacher."
I turned to look at him in a kind of a numb state. I knew what had been done to me, and dimly remembered being upset about it, but I couldn't fathom why. I had the groggy feeling of someone who'd just woken up from a deep sleep.
Nadette flashed her eyes from me to Sydney then back. Then rubbed her forehead ruefully with her knuckles. "Well, he's stable, again," She said finally. "But I'm afraid that's it. Sydney. Your taste, if you still want one, is going to be have to be neutral - and don't even think to blame me for that, you got too greedy and it backfired."
Sydney's eyes flashed with anger briefly before the veil of his composure came to rest again. "Very well," he said. He lifted my ankle and briefly brought it to his mouth. He drank for a few seconds then released me of his own accord. "He is quite interesting." I saw disappointment in his eyes.
Sydney left and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was beginning to return to myself, and even though my memory of what he'd done had dimmed considerably, I was still pretty shaken by my own reaction to it.
"Don't sell me to him," I begged, as Nadette returned from the bathroom with a rag. "Please. If you have any kindness in you. Not him. He'll kill me."
"For what it's worth," Nadette replied bitterly, "He's not likely to even bid on you now. But I think you paint too negative a picture of him. His Harem is quite satisfied and happy once they adjust to his expectations. Sydney is extremely strict and demanding, but he's also the most patient and consistent man I've ever me. In my opinion he was the best fit for you," she continued. "Far enough away, you wouldn't have the temptation to run. And with him as your patron, you would have never, ever had to worry about what he wanted or expected from you."
She gazed at me. "I don't know what happened here, but I'm guessing that he simply underestimated how tired you were. You put on too brave a face, and fooled him."
And just like that, she'd put the blame for my breakdown back on me. Un-fucking-believable.
"There is one more guest on the list, but since he's tasted you before, I think I can spare you his attentions." Nadette gave my crotch one last brisk scrub with the towel. "It would simply be a pro forma anyway." She backed away with the cloth. "Amy?"
Amy came up with the chastity sheath. Oh, goddamn it, no. While I begged, she slid my cock into the plastic tube and latched the band around my nuts. I wasn't as soft as I should have been, so it pulled and pinched. "Why are you torturing me?" I asked. "I did everything you wanted."
Nadette looked somewhat surprised. "I made you a promise: The next time you come will be at the hands of your new Patron. I made the same promise to them. While I didn't expect it to be this much of a trial for you, I'm not going back on my word. My party has already had too many hitches as is."
She gave my shoulder a pat -- which seemed to be her way of conveying false sympathy. "Besides, you did fine for a week, the auction begins at sunset, and I honestly can't imagine it going on longer than fifteen minutes. I predict, the sky will still have a bit of color in it when you get your relief."
A line of deep golden light caught the top of her hair, setting fire to fine hairs that had wandered free of her bun - figuratively that is. For a moment I had a longing wish that the old myths were true and she'd actually burst into flame, but instead she merely looked up and squinted a bit at the window behind my head. "The sun is well up. I need to see to Jeffrey then I'll have Claudia here to take off your cuffs. She'll see you get your dinner and bring you Tylenol and sedative to help you sleep. Tomorrow, this will all be over." She patted my face. Buck up, trooper.
I rolled over to my side. The chain binding my hands together had a good ten inches of play, not enough to let me off the bed, but enough that I could change positions and get comfortable. Despite the heat of the room, I felt a bit shivery and I wished that she had given me the blanket to cover up with. Sleep didn't sound at all preposterous. I'd been awake for a bit over twelve hours, but it felt more like thirty. Years.
My eyes had drifted shut when I heard the commotion through the wall, which was quite something because the room was pretty soundproofed. It came first as a bang that rattled the place. Then followed a heavy thump of something hitting the wall, once, twice, hard. I heard voices far too muffled to make out, and then my door flew open.
Defensively I'd scrambled as best I could into a sitting position, twisted somewhat uncomfortably sideways with the unyielding brass frame digging into my shoulder. I saw Amy scrambling into the room, her face pale and her eyes wide with terror. Before I could really process that, I was distracted by a familiar and not entirely welcome face.
Jeffrey stalked over to the head of the bed and stared down on me. The his hair looked a bit more wildly tousled than usual, his earlier jacket was missing, and his shirt had several ripped buttons and was pulled askew towards one shoulder. There was concern in his eyes for just a moment as he looked me over.
Then, he did something so quick and so wholly inappropriate for the occasion I wasn't sure I'd actually seen it, or just imagined it. Nah - couldn't be.
The door slammed shut, distracting me again. I looked over to see Nadette, leaning against the wall, looking flustered and disheveled like I'd never seen her before. A line of sequins had been torn from the sleeve of her charcoal dress, and now dangled off her wrist like a string of prayer beads. Two asymmetrical locks of hair had fallen from her bun. The look on her face was pure icy fury.
"I said, no Jeffrey. He's exhausted. He needs rest."
"And I say, am I a guest are aren't I?" Jeffrey spun around. He gave her just the quickest of glances before pacing about the room in a restless, aimless manner. "Am I? Am I truly being offered a chance to bid on my own harem, or will you just admit that this is all a farce, and I'm being excluded with prejudice." He opened a drawer to the vanity and peeked in before shutting it again.
"He's not your harem, anymore," tsked Nadette. "You refused the finders price, although it was well within your means to accept. He defaults to the nine-tenths rule"
"Within my means?" That got his attention again. He rounded on Nadette with such sudden intent that I wondered for a moment if they were going to fight. Nadette seemed to think so do because she widened her stance and braced herself against an expected blow. "Who are you to know whether five years of my life in service to you is a price within my means." He turned away from her again and paced over to the sun-and-rainbow wall hanging. With a tug he lifted a corner and peered behind it.
"Twelve witnesses side with me." Nadette used one hand to smooth back her straying hair. "Even in the human world that would have made for a fair trial -- Jeffrey, pay attention to me if you are going to argue! There is nothing in that closet that concerns you. My god, you are infuriating!"
Jeffrey turned away from the open closet and gave her his full attention. "Twelve of your closest friends and most ardent political suck ups. But what happens if I bring this matter up before the High Council? I wonder what they would think your treatment of me?" He circled in on her, but paused to give the metal plate where the lock should have been a quick tap with a finger.
Meanwhile, Nadette gaped, at a loss for words for a moment, then burst into incredulous laughter. "I sit on the High Council, Jeffrey."
Jeffrey grinned back, the smile of a shark. "But you don't control it," he said in a low voice. "Your sycophants might excuse your failures in etiquette, but your peers might not be so generous. This will be an embarrassment and you know it. Are you really willing to risk your seat for this? This tasting?"
Nadette's laughter stopped and she stared coldly. "I think you vastly underestimate my popularity. But I do prefer not to have my name dragged into a silly, time wasting complaint, so very well - you may have your taste. But it will have to be quick and neutral. He needs his rest."
"Sweet," Jeffrey contradicted, his smile never wavering. "Like the rest. Fair is fair."
Nadette sighed and clapped her hand against her forehead. "What would be the point? You've already tasted him sweet. You know what it's like. Besides, I don't have the key to the damn chastity belt on me. Any sex you force on that poor man is going to be one sided."
"That's perfectly acceptable," he said clapping his hands together as if she'd just proposed a marvelous idea. Jeffrey smile turned from sharp and predatory to delight. "And you are right, my dearest Nadette. I have tasted him sweet, so to show what gracious guest I am, I'll compromise with you. I won't take him sweet." I jumped in startlement at that. "In fact," Jeffrey went on, his smile broadening. "I won't take his blood at all. I just want to fuck him."
Nadette's mouth dropped open again and she stared at him in dumbfounded awe for a long long moment. "You what? W-what is the point in that?"
"Oh, Nadette! Do I really need to explain the pleasures of the flesh to you?" Jeffrey asked in mock surprise. "Don't tell me you are virgin. Nadette!" He turned his head and gave her a slightly disapproving tsk.
Nadette reddened and grew even more flustered. "What? No, ah. This is … that's, even for you…" Nadette lost her words for a second. She covered her eyes with a hand and shook her head. Then swallowed and tried again. "Jeffrey, let me get this straight. Are you saying you just want him carnally? You want to achieve some kind of human orgasm off of him without feeding? What kind of pervert are you?"
Jeffrey had resumed poking aimlessly about the room and Nadette found herself talking to his back again. "Jeffrey!" she snapped.
"What kind of pervert am I? Why, the kind that drinks the blood of Blacks, and finds the find of a decade." Jeffrey's meandering brought him back to my bedside. He put a gentle hand on my head, and gazed down at me in a tender manner.
Although his voice remained light and sweet, his next words cut right through my chest like a sharp blade. "He ran away, Nadette. He embarrassing me in front of my harem, my peers. He has made a mockery of me, known around the globe. And I have no doubt that your deep pocketed friends will see to it that I never lay my hands on him again. I don't need to taste him." He stroked the side of my face, softly, like a father. "I'm perfectly well fed, I don't need a meal - but he still owes me, and this may well be my last opportunity to collect on that debt."
Jeffrey straightened up and gave Nadette a beaming smile. "So -- I want to fuck him. Hard. I want to see my cock, saw in and out of his ass until he cries out for mercy and I cry out in pleasure. I want it to hurt for him and feel great for me. Is it really that difficult to understand? Or do I need to spell it out more explicitly?"
"A vengeance fuck." She looked utterly disgusted. Horror made my stomach go queasy. Help me, Nadette
"In and out," Jeffrey continued. "Filling him, making him moan out like his girlfriends never could. I want to hear that funny little burp a man's ass makes when you pop out for a moment - you know that sound-" He pantomimed, sliding three fingers in and out of a ring made by his thumb and fingers. "Shlupt, shlupt."
"--Ach!" Nadette closed her eyes put her hands over her ears. "Stop it! For God's sake. Just - ugh --Whatever. Do it. Ten minutes, no more. Amy will witness, and you better not injure him."
She's selling me out. She's giving me to him, knowing--
"I won't injure him any more than he's already been by your other guests." Jeffrey touched the huge hickey on my thigh. I winced.
"Well, one thing for sure, " she said bitterly, giving me one last unapologetic stare. "At least at the end of this, any residual loyalty he may have had for you will be gone. Go ahead, enjoy your rape." She spun and headed out the door with a bang. I stared forlornly after her.
Oh… fuck. Just when I thought it couldn't get worse. It's worse. It's way worse. This was going to hurt and oh fuck, I couldn't blame him. My mind bubbled over with excuses and abject apologies, but part of me actually felt somewhat relieved the shoe was finally going to drop. I was going to finally atone for my misbehavior. I was a walking disaster for Vampires, popping into their lives only to ruin and humiliate them. Maybe, if I could walk away from this, there was a chance that Jeffrey would one day forgive me, the way Darlene never, ever would.
But then, just as I met his eye to man up to the inevitable, Jeffrey did that same little thing again - the one he did when he first walked in, the one I was sure was just my imagination. But this time he did it slower and more deliberate and I knew, for whatever reason, the gesture was real.
Jeffrey winked.
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