19 comments/ 24358 views/ 60 favorites Becoming His By: SexyBrunette000 *This story was born from a dream and I had to write it. It's my first non-human story but it was a lot of fun. I have to say, I wish I could have this dream again and again! Comments and feedback are always welcomed and appreciated!* "Who's ready for the costume contest?!" The disembodied voice is loud over the speaker system and the cheer from the crowd is even louder. Bodies move in a mad dash to the front of the club to get in line for the judging. It seems like a Halloween party isn't complete until someone is declared as best costume and countless others are left disappointed in their choice and vowing to do better next year. It's a bit sad to watch, really. As much as I love Halloween I don't bother with the contest. My costume isn't meant to win anything, it was picked in a moment of bravery the day I wandered into one of those pop up Halloween superstores that disappear immediately after the holiday is over. I'm sure I would never win wearing this slightly sexed up pirate getup anyway, so instead of following the group to the front I turn towards the bar and get another cosmo. After the crowd is thinned out by the DJ judge he finally selects his winner as a sexy Super Girl and gets a loud squeal and crushing hug as a thank you. Really? The dejected losers slink away muttering to themselves that it was a bullshit choice. It only takes one quick look at the winner to figure out how she was selected. To break it down simply, big tits spilling out of a two sizes too small white crop top and extra mini blue skirt. Red hooker boots rounded out the outfit with a glittery red S in the center of the now bouncing breasts. The mesmerized look on the DJ's face as he watches her jump with glee is the only explanation needed. Typical guy hoping his choice gets him laid. His chances seem pretty good at the moment. My friends Breanne and Jessica wander back over to me looking disappointed. They came as sexy nurses and apparently feel their lack of clothing was far better than the other equally barely dressed girls. "She only won because she had the biggest tits!" Breanne flips her hair as she says this and gives a disgusted look in the direction of the now kissing DJ and contest winner. I snort at her sudden holier than thou attitude as she herself is practically spilling out of her top. She gives me a look but says nothing. Jessica is already over her loss and is flirting with a muscled guy in a toga to her right. Breanne suddenly wanders off to find someone she knows and I'm once again left on my own. Why I came out with them tonight is beyond me. I call them my friends, but what we really are is simply roommates. I just moved to this city and found a listing for a 3 bedroom condo with a room available and jumped at the low price. The condo itself is gorgeous and nothing else would ever compare in the same price range. The only reason it's so low is because Breanne's father owns the space and doesn't seem to care what she charges people for rent. Since she has no clue what to ask for, the monthly share for Jessica and me is absurdly low. Since I haven't had a chance to meet many people yet and the girls have some weird sense of obligation to include me in their lives, I reluctantly agreed to come to this party. It would be easy to blame them or the party for why I'm not having a good time but the real reason is me. I'm far too shy for my own good. Hell, it's even a miracle I'm in a sexy costume. Jessica said it wasn't sexy at all but for me it qualifies. It's far shorter than anything I would normally wear with the bottom hem of lace only reaching mid-thigh and far more of my breasts are on display than I really feel comfortable showing. They aren't nearly as big as little miss Super Girl over there but at a full C they are more than enough to be filling out this costume and to make me feel exposed. I attempt for the millionth time to pull the front up to cover more skin but it's pointless. There is no give in this costume and the corset style bodice gives little room for adjustment. My favorite part is the hat though. It's a maroon color with a big brim that tilts off to one side with black, white, and maroon feathers. It's not overly large but still big enough to be dramatic. It matches the rest of the costume in color and adds a bit of flair. Getting it to stay was interesting though and I eventually had to enlist Jessica to help me pin it to my hair. I also have a black choker around my neck and black fingerless gloves on my arms up to my elbows. I added black knee high lace up boots with four inch heels to finish it all off. It may not be sexy to some since more is covered than showing but I'm happy with the overall look. As I try again to pull the front of my costume up I suddenly sense someone standing close to my right. I turn my head and find myself staring at a black shirted chest. I look up and find a set of intense gray eyes looking down at me. Wow. This grey eyed man is quite handsome but in a slightly strange way. His skin is so light in tone but very smooth looking and is offset by dark eyebrows and matching dark hair. His lips look shockingly pink against his white skin. Must be makeup. He's wearing the previously mentioned black shirt along with black pants. The only sign of a costume is a stereotypical long black cape with red along the inside. I look back up and find him still staring into my face. His expression is oddly blank and I have no idea what he wants. I feel conflicting feelings of unease and slight excitement at his presence. It's confusing to say the least. After several long moments of silence and staring, he finally speaks, "May I know your name?" What? That's such an odd question. At least the way he phrased it is. I'm so distracted by his voice though. It's deep and smooth and seemingly devoid of any accent. Most people around here have a very pronounced New England accent similar to the ones you hear in movies. At least it sounds that way to me, being from the South. Breanne was intensely offended when I pointed out that everyone here sounds just like New Englanders do in the movies and she quickly told me how horrible those pretend versions are. She sees no issue however, in making comments about my Southern drawl and imitates it frequently. Suddenly I remember where I am and shake myself from my wandering thoughts. I look back up at the strange man before me and ask him what he said. A small smirk plays on his lips for the briefest moment but disappears before I can even get a good look. Again, that deep voice speaks, "May I know your name?" Oh my, that is a lovely sound. I keep my wits this time though and tell him my name is Leila. This time he lets a small smile linger on his face and holds my gaze. He reaches for my hand and brings it to his lips. Letting the most feather light of kisses graze my knuckles he says, "It is my pleasure to meet you, Leila. My name is Alexander Sinclair." When he speaks his name I feel his lips tickle my skin and gasp as he plants a firmer but still gentle kiss on the back of my hand. This feels straight out of an old novel or movie and I'm shocked at how quickly he has rendered me speechless and breathless. His eyes have not left mine in this entire encounter and I feel as though mine couldn't look away if I tried. He's still holding my hand in his and I realize how chilly his skin feels against mine. He must have just come in from outside and came right to the bar. It is a cold Halloween night this year. When he finally lets go of my hand I feel a bit of disappointment at the break in contact. He smirks again and I wonder if showed that somehow. He gives me nothing to go on but a slight smirk and those beautiful gray eyes still staring at me. When Breanne pushes her way in she completely ignores the tall man and starts right into her little tangent, "Why are you still standing here? Honestly, how I can I fix your life if you're not going to at least try?" She finishes in a huff and grabs my hand. Why is she always putting me down? I hate when she does this! I try to pull my hand away but can't manage it. Just as she turns around to pull me in the direction of the dance floor she walks right into my grey eyed stranger. He's looking down at her with an altogether different expression than he was giving me moments ago. I don't know what it is but he doesn't look friendly. Flustered for only a moment Breanne looks him up and down and demands, "Who the hell are you?" They stare each other down with neither saying anything. The air seems to prickle with tension. Suddenly her body language changes and I feel her grip tighten on my wrist in an almost painful way before finally letting go. She's now looking anywhere but at Alexander. I'm so confused. Finally the silence between the three of us is broken and Alexander speaks, "Leila, would you like to join me at a table?" Oh. Yes. I would. I say yes out loud and am rewarded by another small smile. He holds out his hand and I automatically place mine inside it. With a small nod at Breanne, Alexander leads us away. I turn to look at her as we head towards a booth and she's wearing the strangest face. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is slightly parted. She says nothing as the distance between us grows and stays rooted in her spot. Odd. I've never seen her seemingly speechless before and I would even go as far as saying she looks scared. I doubt I will ever understand that girl. Dismissing thoughts of my annoying roommate I look ahead at Alexander as he gently guides me through the crowd. His movements appear effortless and people seem to willingly step out of his way. When we reach the booth he steps aside and gestures for me to sit first. He's so polite and a bit old fashion in his mannerisms. It's refreshing, especially in a club that I had already been groped by two different men before he walked up. Before he sits beside me he motions for a waitress and orders me another cosmo and a glass of water. After he sits and stretches his long arm along the back of the booth I ask him why he didn't order a drink for himself. With a small smile he explains, "I have particular tastes that are not offered in establishments such as this." Huh. Ok then. That's a bit odd but hey, whatever floats his boat. In record time our waitress returns with my drink and water and lingers as if waiting for further requests. I thank her again and she smiles but doesn't move away. She's staring at Alexander and I feel a pang of jealousy creep in. I see that smirk again and chastise myself for feeling jealousy over a perfect stranger and worse yet, apparently showing it in an obvious way. Stupid! Alexander drops the smirk and turns to our still waiting waitress. He gives her a slight nod and she visibly relaxes and hurries away. This night is getting stranger by the minute. With his attention turned back on me he speaks again, "Do I make you nervous?" Um. How do I answer that? Of course he makes me nervous! He seems to make a lot of people nervous. It's especially apparent at the open stares he is getting from men and women alike. Then, just as I finish that thought it's as if all of the people suddenly look in the opposite direction. Like they forgot what they were even looking at. What is this? I frown down at my still full glass and wonder if I've had more of these than I thought. I finally look back up at Alexander to find him staring at me and taping one long finger against his lips. He looks lost in thought and the longer it drags on the more self-conscious I feel. If I'm totally honest I don't know why this man, this tall and strikingly handsome man who could have any woman here, would be sitting with me. His head cocks to the side a little as he watches me but finally he speaks, "The young woman from earlier, who is she?" Oh, he must mean Breanne. I explain who she is and find myself defending her behavior although I don't know why. For some reason I'm defensive and maybe it's simply the embarrassment at being belittled in front of someone else. When I finish he leans forward and says, "You should require more respect from those around you. It's her jealousy of you that drives her." Breanne jealous of me? Why? I must have made a face because he leans in even closer bringing our faces within inches of each other and speaks in a quiet voice, "Your beauty. She is jealous of your natural beauty and her painted facade cannot compete." Oh. My breath catches in my throat at his words and at the unexpected stroke of his hand at my bare knee. Slowly he moves forward and brushes his lips against mine. I shudder at the coldness of his lips and he smiles at me. I hear him whisper, "Do you wish for me to kiss you?" Yes! I never get the chance to speak my thought out loud as he quickly pulls my head to his and kisses me hard. I freeze for a moment in shock at the roughness but he softens his touch a bit and I automatically return his kiss. When his tongue slips between my lips I feel my body beginning to respond to his advances. His hand suddenly appears between my thighs right at the hem of my costume and I jump in surprise. He doesn't relent though and begins a slow path up my legs. I don't know about this. This is going far too quickly. I pull my lips from his and start to protest that we should stop now but he doesn't listen. Instead I find my mouth covered by his once more and his hand stroking my skin just below my panties. We have to stop! I squirm in an attempt to get away from his hand but he has me locked between him and the back of the booth. His left hand is at the back of my head holding my face to his and his right hand is still on its track to my most private area. I try to pull away again and force my brain to speak my protests but his hand cups me between my legs and instead a small moan echoes into his mouth. His hand begins to move in a large circle around the outside of my panties and my resolve to end this starts to melt. It's been so long since someone has really touched me that I didn't realize how much I've missed it. Oh, that feels nice. His kiss has turned soft as he strokes my tongue with his and mimics the movements with his hand. Hmm. Maybe this isn't such a bad thing. It's just petting and kissing, what's wrong with that? I decide to give into it and open my legs slightly to give him more room and match his tongue stroke for stroke. He slides his body closer to me and I feel his leg against mine. In the same move he has inched the edge of the fabric of my panties to the side. A single finger is stroking the side of my mound and I can feel my body's excitement growing. Another small moan escapes my mouth and it only seems to drive him on. Before I know it he has pushed the now wet fabric completely out of the way and is cupping me once more. The coolness of his hand against my hot center is shocking and I gasp and whimper at the touch. He allows my mouth to release from his and my head drops backwards into the padded seat as one finger slips between my folds. Oh my! His lips have traveled to my neck and I feel his tongue dart out and stroke my throat. My legs have drifted further apart now and I feel my hips begin to move of their own accord. This feels so good! His finger is now running up and down the length of my slit and has begun to tease my opening. I hear my own voice give a long moan in response and open my legs as far as the skirt to my costume will allow. I have the briefest thought that I hope no one can see between my legs and suddenly snap my head up in alarm. I forgot we were in the club! Oh my god, what am I doing? My legs are spread wide open with some guy's hand between them and we're surrounded by people. I reach down to push his hand away and try sliding to my left but he tightens his grip at the back of my head and pushes down with his other hand locking my hips in place without his fingers stopping their movements. He looks into my eyes and says, "No. We have not finished." What? No, I don't want to do this here! I barely squeak out the word stop before his mouth is back on mine. He slides his finger up to my very sensitive bud and I moan despite myself. He moves his finger in tight circles slowly increasing both speed and pressure. Damn, that feels good. My hips have returned to their dance and my mouth responds to his kiss automatically. I can feel tension rising in my body and I know where this is heading. We can still stop this. Oh, please. Please. A second finger joins the other and the two are now moving in fast circles over my clit and more my moans are muffled by his kiss. Please! I don't know what I'm begging for anymore. I don't know what I would do if he stopped right now. It's too good and I want the release. My breathing is ragged and I can't control my frequent moans or the rotating of my hips. Alexander abruptly breaks our kiss and stops his fingers. I actually whimper at the sudden end and to my surprise, I hear my own voice beg him not to stop. In an instant his fingers come to life again and are moving faster than they were before. Oh god! I'm panting now and thrusting my hips up to meet his hands. I want more and more and more. He must know this and gives it me. I feel his mouth on mine again and his hand is driving me roughly to the edge. I rip my mouth from his and cry out at my release. My entire body has tensed and my back is arched away from my seat. Waves of pleasure are running through my body and my hands attempt to grip into the cloth of the booth. Through all of this his fingers are still working me over and I don't think I can take this anymore. Squeaks are coming from me now and finally he slows his touch and drops gentle kisses on my throat as I come down from the ceiling. I can't believe I just did that. It's so unlike me and I wish I could blame it on being drunk but after only two cosmos I'm nowhere near that level. Then again, he didn't give me much choice and I don't know how to feel about this whole thing. His hand slips from between my legs and I quickly close them to hide myself. I'm looking around at the crowd of people hoping somehow no one was watching our activities. As my breathing returns to normal I begin to realize not only is no one watching no one even seems to notice us sitting here. Usually even in passing people tend to glance over just as a natural curiosity but these people move around our booth as if it were empty or not even there to begin with. How odd. I know that it had to be obvious I was experiencing quite an orgasm between my loud cries and bucking body. I would notice something like that happening nearby so how is it that we don't have a gawking audience or even an employee telling us to leave? I'm still pondering this when I turn to Alexander who is carefully wiping his hands on a napkin and watching my face. I express my thoughts that I'm so surprised no one saw what we did. He smiles but says nothing. Speaking of what we just did, I feel anger starting to rise inside me and I turn towards him demanding to know why he didn't stop when I told him to. He carefully places his napkin on the table and speaks, "If I recall correctly I did stop and you begged me not to." He tilts his head to the side and waits for me to respond. I'm a bit thrown off by that answer and rack my mind for how this played out. He did stop but not when I asked him to. It's true that I did beg him to keep going though. Hmm. I point out that he didn't stop right when I asked him but my argument feels somewhat hollow and I let my voice trail off. He leans his elbows on the table and rests his chin on top of his folded hands. With a smile that says nothing but smug to me he continues his point, "Did you enjoy yourself?" Really? As if he doesn't know this. I cross my arms and refuse to answer a question he already knows the answer to. Still annoyed at his boldness and gloating face I point out how it was just lucky that we weren't thrown out of here because of his lack of decency. He gives me his first real grin. Turning in his seat to face me, he says, "Oh there was no risk of that." Is he crazy? I point out at the crowd in exasperation and tell him how easily someone could have seen and reported us. Still wearing that infuriating grin he says something that makes no sense, "They do not see us. I have made sure of it." What in the world is he talking about? I give up. I throw my hands in the air and tell him this crazy. He must be insane and I'm the idiot for following him into this booth. I demand he let me out and when he doesn't budge I scream at him to get out of my way. Becoming His My outburst should have drawn the attention of at least the tables on either side of us but no one turns. I yell at him again and push on his chest with both hands. He doesn't even flinch. What? My hands feel like they just tried to shove a wall out of the way and I'm shocked at the lack of response from people around me. I'm clearly in distress but no one seems to care. I look around frantically but I might as well be in an empty room. I turn back to Alexander and he asks, "Are you finished now or would you like to continue your performance?" I'm at a loss here. Still blocking my way and still smiling, he speaks again, "No one is going to help you. As I have said, they cannot not hear nor see you." Somehow I manage to say that this is impossible but he shakes his head. He slowly lets a large grin fill his face and I watch in horror as two sharp fangs slide out and poke into his bottom lip. This can't be real. My mind starts racing as I try to process what I'm seeing. This has to be part of his costume. He is dressed as a vampire, right? He has the black and red cape and the white skin that is some of the best make up I've seen so these fangs are simply part of that. Some type of fake teeth. I don't understand where they came from though. They were most definitely not there before! I would have felt them in his mouth when we kissed. Oh god, I made out with this crazy person! Just as I'm about to tell him I don't want to see his fake teeth he laughs and I watch the fangs disappear into the roof of his mouth. I shake my head and stare at him. I literally scream when I watch them slide back out again and any thought of them being fake pop in teeth evaporate from my mind. My scream goes unheard like every other and I start to hyperventilate. This cannot be real! I'm chanting this in my head over and over like some type of mantra to keep me sane. I watch Alexander lean forward until his lips are by my ear and I freeze. My body stops functioning and no breath passes in or out of me when I hear him begin to speak, "It is very real. I am real." What? He continues talking, "The only part of me that is a costume is my cape. For irony, you see? The rest is as real as you are. Shall I show you how real my fangs are?" He pulls his face back and looks at me. I feel my body shaking and I finally squeak out a no as I give my brain the oxygen it so desperately needs. He shrugs and says, "As you wish." He leans back in his seat and a moment later the waitress appears at our table. I don't know where she came from or why she only now seems to see us when moments earlier she walked right past as I screamed and didn't react at all. I realize this is my chance to escape though! I have to get her attention and tell her get help. The second I complete this thought Alexander leans over and growls in my ear, "Anything you manage to tell her I will make her instantly forget. She is of no help to you." How did he know? I didn't even say anything yet. It's like he can see right through me. He hands the waitress several bills and she disappears in a hurry. He turns back to me and says, "Have you worked it out yet?" Worked what out? That he's crazy? Yes, I think I've had that down for a while now. He answers my unspoken words, "Oh I am not crazy, Leila. I assure you of that." He grins at me again but I see no trace of his fangs. With a small chuckle, he tells me, "I shall make this simple then. I can hear you." Hear me? I haven't said anything in what feels like forever! I barely have time to finish that thought when he shatters whatever grip of sanity I still had, "I can hear your thoughts, Leila, Every single one." No! My mind is reeling. I have to be drunk or this is some sick joke set up by my roommates. Yes. That's what this is! They decided they needed to screw with me and found some actor or something to freak me out. I actually feel my body relax at the thought. This I can handle. I don't get the trick with the fangs or how he seems to read my mind but I'm sure it's all explainable. It has to be! Just when I'm about to call him out on his trick I freeze again. His face has gone cold and his eyes are drilling into me. He starts to slowly shake his head and he says, "I'm no actor. What I am is something altogether different." I try to speak but nothing comes out. I try again but it's like my mouth and brain can't connect and form any words. I fight harder but nothing happens. I'm really panicking now. Why can't I speak? Again, he answers my thoughts, "I'll allow you to speak in a moment. For now, I shall explain what you need to know." Allow me? How is this possible? Oh god. I think I'm in trouble. I catch him smirk again and I know he heard me. It's insane and impossible but yet I know it's true. I can feel it. I can feel something tickling my mind. No, that's not the right word. I can feel an influence over me and I cannot fight against it. He leans over again and whispers, "You would do well to remember that in the hours to come. You cannot fight me." Oh shit! I can feel my pulse racing and pure fear is pumping through me. I'm in big trouble here. I try to reach for my drink but my limbs do not respond. No control at all. Oh please let this be some sort of dream. Alexander leans back in his seat and looks at me calmly. My mind is racing and I don't have a clue what is happening to me. He begins to look annoyed and I panic some more. I don't think pissing him off is going to help me. Out of nowhere a calming feeling washes over me and I feel every part of me relax. Just as a gentle sigh escapes my lips I turn back to this very strange yet somehow still alluring man and wait. He lets a few seconds pass before starting, "Now that you're calmer, I will speak." He gives a quick scan of the room and it seems to grow quiet. That's odd, why would they turn down the music? I look out at the people but they don't seem to notice that the music is gone; they're still dancing as they were before. But, it's completely quite now. Why are they still dancing? Alexander leans forward and speaks again, "Don't worry about them. They don't even know we're here and personally, I cannot stand this modern noise they call music." He waves a hand dismissively at the dance floor. Um. Is it possible he just made it so only we can't hear the music? No of course not! He grins and says, "It is and I did. Now, all you need to know is I am what your stories call a vampire. It's a wretched name but has lingered none the less. Don't bore me with your protests of it being impossible or the work of fiction. As for you, you are now mine for the evening. You have two choices, either you cooperate and enjoy the pleasure I can give you or you can resist and cause yourself nothing but pain. Either way, I will have you." With that he leans back in his seat and folds his hands in his lap. I blink at him a few times and try to process what he has just said. The calmness of a moment ago is gone. It evaporated the second he said he was a vampire. I'm pretty sure he caused the calming effect to begin with but my own fear has forced its way back in. A vampire. Does he really mean vampire like in the movies, with fangs and drinking blood? I see him nod as I finish my thought. Oh shit! Despite the level of craziness surrounding all of this I can feel deep inside me what he has said is true. I can feel his power. Maybe that's what gave me that uneasy feeling when he first approached me. He clearly has a power over me that I cannot match or explain and he already pointed out I have no hope in fighting him. He's going to have me? A sinking feeling comes over me and I hit the realization that I'm going to be raped tonight and I might even be killed in the process. I feel tears slip down my face and I stare down at my lap. What happens next is like a whirlwind. He abruptly stands and pulls me with him towards the door. He's not hurting me but the gentleness of before is gone. We're moving quickly through the club and not a single person notices us passing them. I try to look for Breanne or Jessica but I find neither. I don't see how they could help me anyway. In a flash we're out the door without a second glance from the doorman. The only person that even seems aware of us is the valet who just ran off to fetch a car. I decide to try something. I clear my head and then purposely think, 'if you can really hear my thoughts then tell me why no one seems to notice us.' Alexander looks down at me and that little smirk appears again, "Testing my abilities are you? I prefer this over the tears and dramatics. To answer your question, they do not notice us because I'm not allowing them to. I can affect people's perceptions of me or prevent them from seeing me at all. I have blinded them to you as well." Huh. Ask an insane question and you get an insane answer right? I see Alexander's shoulders move as if he is laughing but I hear no sound. Moments later the valet drives up in a shiny black car and hops out excitedly. He beams and compliments the car as he hands the keys over to the man he has no idea is a vampire. He's rewarded with a tip that seems to excite him and he bounds away to another customer. Alexander opens the door to the passenger side and I hesitate. He's watching me carefully and I know he's waiting to see what I will do. I don't feel his influence in my mind right now and I get the feeling I'm being tested. I turn to look at the doorman and valets but they don't pay me any attention. Should I scream or try to run? Somehow I know it would be pointless. I turn back to the car and step forward. Before climbing in I look up into the face of the possibly deadly man in front of me. He gives me a small nod of approval and says, "Smart choice." With that I take my seat in the luxurious leather upholstered car and accept where my night is now taking me. For a while we drive in silence. Alexander seems to be deep in thought about something and I don't dare speak. I've had plenty of time to inspect the car we're riding in and on any other occasion it would be impressive. Well, I guess it still is as I haven't stopped stroking the butter like leather on the seat. I don't know cars but based on the emblem in the center of the steering wheel I can see this is a Mercedes. Besides that, all I know is the outside is black and the inside is covered in cream toned leather. There seems to be an impressive radio and navigation system in the dashboard as well but it's currently silent. I have spent most of the ride staring out the window. My beautiful hat is now a twisted mess in my hand as I try to distract myself. I'm trying so hard not to think since my thoughts are apparently no longer my own. It's impossible of course as I have so many questions about whatever mess I have found myself in. I don't feel like I can ask any of them though. I jump when his voice breaks the silence and he says, "You may ask whatever you like. I will answer." I'm never going to get used to that am I? I think something and he answers as if this were a normal conversation. I shiver as a chill sweeps over me. It's just creepy. I hear a quiet chuckle from the driver's side but he says nothing. Fine. I'll just ask. It's better than sitting here waiting for him to kill me. I get a look for that thought but I ignore him. Knowledge is power and I could use something to hold onto right now. Like an interview I begin to rattle off questions having no idea if I truly want the answers. "Are you really a vampire?" "Yes." "As in, drink blood and can't go in the sun?" "Yes and yes." Oh god. I somehow find the courage for the next question but I'm surprised to hear my own voice ask it. "Are you going to kill me?" He looks at me for a moment before turning back to the road. A minute passes with no answer and I sink into my seat as I assume no denial means he will. Finally he speaks. "I do not intend to kill you." He doesn't intend to? That's not an answer but I don't push it and he doesn't respond to my questioning thoughts. I let several minutes pass before I ask another question. I might as well get it out of the way. "Are you going to..." God, I can't believe I'm about to ask this. "Are you going to bite me?" "Yes." Oh shit! "Will it hurt?" "Only if you fight me. If you submit, I can make it pleasurable." How can him biting me with those sharp looking teeth possibly be pleasurable? I sink back into my seat and look out the window at the passing trees. He answered everything I asked and yet I don't feel like I understand this any better than I did before. He wants to bite me and I assume drink my blood but doesn't 'intend' to kill me? What does that even mean?! I cross my arms over my chest and try to be as small as possible. He finally takes pity, if that's even possible for him to feel, and speaks, "I don't want to kill you, Leila. I don't generally kill humans unless needed. If you fight me however, I can't promise I won't eventually lose my temper. I'm usually very in control of myself but everything has its limits. I will drink from you but I will not drain you. A bite from my kind can be quite enjoyable, if you allow it to be so. It can feel so good in fact, you will not want me to stop." He finishes with a grin and returns to his silent driving. As for me, I'm pretty sure my mouth is in my lap. How do you even process all of that? After almost an hours ride we finally arrive at a beautiful but very secluded house. I can't see any other homes and the darkness around us is suffocating. No words pass between us as we enter the front door and move into an entry area. I'm momentarily struck by how beautifully designed the house is. It looks as though it came straight from a magazine. I get very little time to admire it however as Alexander has cornered me. I can feel his power on me again and I instinctively step backwards until my body is flat against the wall. I feel nothing but fear and wonder if this is where I will die, here on this expensive looking tile floor. I watch his cape flutter to the floor and a single white finger reaches out and lifts my chin so my eyes once again stare into the pools of gray. I hear his voice once more, "Stop thinking of death. All of this can be very simple. Submit to me and you will find nothing but pure pleasure in my company. I do not want to hurt you. Allow yourself to enjoy. Submit to me, Leila." Slowly he leans forward bringing his pink lips to mine. He never breaks our eye contact and kisses me in the gentlest way. It's startling to be fearing for your life one second and then receiving such a soft and sensuous kiss the next. He moves his body closer to mine and ever so lightly pushes his tongue against my lips. Once again I allow him in and he deepens the kiss. His tongue strokes and coaxes mine to dance and I follow his lead. I'm becoming lost in this connection and do not resist his hands finding a place on my sides or the press of his body against mine. At some point I dropped my twisted hat but have no idea when that happened. The sound of his voice and the stroke of his tongue have a way of distracting me from reality. He says if I submit I will survive. The crazy thing is I want to. I don't know why but I'm drawn to him in a way I can't control. Maybe he's making me feel this way. He's already shown the control he can impose but it doesn't feel the same. I think it's simply me. I can feel my body responding to this intoxicating kiss and I let myself sink further into it. I pull my hands from my sides and place them on his unnaturally hard chest. I find my mind wander to what else may be hard on his body and immediately remember that he can hear my thoughts. To my relief he doesn't break the kiss but instead he presses the entire length of his body against mine and I feel his silent answer pressing firmly into my stomach. Oh! Despite the fear and confusion, excitement builds inside me. It's clear that I want this man and I can fight it no better than I can explain the reason. Still pressing against me, he slides one of his hands around to my back and down to cup my ass. He gives it a squeeze and pulls me tighter against him. Absentmindedly I have run my own hands up his chest and neck to reach for his hair. It's silky in texture and the length allows me to grip it in my hands. How do his kisses make me so breathless and desperate for more of his touch? A small part of my mind is still telling me to run away, that I'm in nothing but danger here but yet I pull his mouth tighter against mine and slide my tongue into his mouth to taste him once more. He lets me take over the kiss for a moment and I stroke every part of his tongue. His mouth is just as cool as every other part of him and although it was strange it first I've grown to like it. I become aware of his hands sliding over the top of my breasts and I push them into his grasp. Wow, what is coming over me? When he squeezes and kneads them through my costume a small muffled moan fills my ears. If only the rigidness of the costume didn't prevent him from really touching them. He pulls back and says, "I agree." I ask him what he means but his only answer is spinning me around and pushing me against the wall. I squeal at the quick movements and stumble a bit to keep my balance on my heels. He steadies me and takes both of my hands in his. He lifts them and plants them flat on the wall just above my head before letting go. It only takes a second to realize what his intentions are as I feel the corset slowly loosen. His fingers seem to know their way around the laces of the costume and make short work of untying it all the way down my back. I realize I'm breathing fast in anticipation and vaguely wonder when exactly I gave in so completely. When he unties the final lace holding the entire piece together he roughly pulls the two sides apart and pulls it off my body. I'm shocked at the sudden state of nakedness I'm now in and blush. I thought I was ready for this a moment ago but now that my costume is on the floor at our feet I suddenly feel very self-conscious of my exposed body. I ache to be covered and pull my arms down and wrap them around myself. My breasts are still mostly covered by my bra and my panties are still in place but that's all I have left other than my gloves. It's not that I haven't been with a man before; I have, just usually after dating for a while first and in the relative comfort of a dark room. Even then, it's only been two different guys which for my age of 24 is probably considered pretty low. I don't know what to do with myself now. Whatever level of passion I had coursing through me before has left me as quickly as my clothing did and fear is making itself known once again. Very slowly Alexander turns me around to face him and lifts my face up when I try to look down at the floor. His expression looks like confusion and I realize I'm probably giving off some very mixed signals here. I try to think of an explanation but he beats me to it, "Why are you ashamed of your own body? Do you not see how beautiful it is?" I have no answer. I look down at myself but all I see is exposed skin that should be covered. My most recent ex-boyfriend's voice echoes in my head from when he would tell me I wasn't actually sexy, not like other girls were. The worst part was I would just listen and say nothing. I guess I just assumed he was right. I finally look back up and step back against the wall at the look on Alexander's face. He's radiating anger and it's terrifying. I have no idea what made him so angry and I shake when he practically growls and shakes his head. He takes my hand and pulls me from the entry way while muttering something about not understanding human men anymore. We move around a corner and I see a large living room up ahead laid out around a gorgeous fireplace. It's covered in what looks like real stone that runs up the wall behind it to the ceiling. We're past in in a flash though and down a long hallway and through a doorway all the way at the end. We walk straight through a large bedroom with a big four poster bed covered in a thick black comforter and several fluffy looking pillows. Becoming His We finally reach a walk-in closet that just about any girl would drool over and come to rest in front of a full length mirror on the walll. Alexander positions me in front of it so I'm forced to see myself and he stands directly behind me. He runs his eyes up and down my reflection and I watch a deep blush creep across my skin. He softens his expression as he looks into my face and speaks in a soft tone, "Look at yourself. You are beautiful. I would not have you here if I did not think it were true." I obey and look at my reflection. He keeps talking as I look, "Look at the curve of your hips and the swell of your breasts. Sexy." I look at my breasts still sitting in my black strapless bra. I feel his hands at my back and watch my bra begin to slip as he unhooks it behind me. He lets it drop to the floor and my nipples harden in the cool air. He slides his hands around my sides and gently cups each breast.He continues, "Perfection. In my day these would be worshiped, as they should be." He gently lifts each one a bit and squeezes. It feels wonderful. I let my eyes close but Alexander immediately stops. It's only when I open them again that he continues and says, "Keep them open. I want you to see." I blush again and watch his hands knead my increasingly sensitive chest. I watch as his fingers make their way to my nipples and listen as he talks, "Such soft pink skin. See how they harden at my touch? Beautiful." Oh my. He's gently running the tip of one finger across and around each peak and its sending tingles straight down between my legs. I gasp when he gently pinches each one in turn and revel in the sharp arc of pleasure that runs through my body. One hand slides from my breast and reaches down to find mine. He lifts my right hand up and places it on my chest. He whispers, "Touch yourself. Feel them." I've touched my own breasts of course, but it feels different with his eyes on me. He guides my hand around and I watch it move from one globe to the other before he brings it to one of my nipples. He whispers, "Show me how you pleasure them." I obey without a thought and tweak my own hard nipple between my fingers. I groan at the pleasure and repeat it on the other side. He encourages me to continue while reminding me to keep my eyes open. His hands have moved to my hips and I watch him watch my hands as they both now work over my breasts. I'm losing myself in the feel of my own touch and begin to sway a bit as I pinch and slightly pull on my nipples. I stare into Alexander's face as he gently strokes my sides and kisses the side of my neck. He repeats the word, "beautiful" over and over against my skin. For a moment I allow myself to feel beautiful under his gaze. My hands are still stroking and squeezing my heaving chest and I keep it up as I watch his fingers slide under the strings of my panties. He slowly glides them down my hips and legs as he gracefully bends to follow them down to my heeled boots. I move my left hand from my breast to the wall beside the mirror and step out of the visibly soaked fabric. He removes first one boot then the other before returning to stand behind me. His hands return to my sides and pull me back against him. He's stroking my skin along my stomach and I watch in the mirror. Mesmerized, I follow his hand as it moves down to the heat between my legs and inhale sharply as he slips his fingers into my slickness. I lean back into him and widen my legs hoping for more. With a firm grip on me around my middle he slides his other hand up and down my folds. Still watching our joint reflection I see my face flush with pleasure and my lips part slightly as my breathing becomes shallow. Without releasing his hold on me, he cups one breast in his hand and kneads it. Our eyes are locked in the mirror and I can feel my pulse rising and a warmth spreading throughout my body. My legs are set apart and my hips are moving in circles to the beat of his strokes. His fingers are gliding across my lower lips and I feel them probe at my opening. I drop my head back against his chest but still keep my gaze trained on the mirror. I look down and watch his hand as one of his fingers slips inside me. I can't stifle my moan and struggle to keep my eyes open to see his hand thrust the probing digit in and out. It's quite intoxicating to watch him. I've never seen myself this way before and the look on my face is awash in intense need. I feel him adjust his hand's position so his thumb grazes my hot little button and I thrust my hips forward to increase the sensation. I need more of that! Showing once again he can hear my thoughts I watch him kick his leg out to the right and pull a chair over to us with his foot. He withdraws his thrusting hand and lifts my right leg up so my foot is planted on the seat of the chair. His hand returns to my mound and this time he thrusts two fingers inside me while running his thumb over the now more accessible hooded nub. Oh yes! All my weight is now resting against him and I watch his fingers move in and out of my dripping hole. His thumb is now moving in small circles over my clit and I can't believe how hot it is to watch. My hips are rotating around and my breasts are moving up and down as I pant in response to his talented fingers. My nipples are impossibly hard on my chest and I have a pink glow all over my skin. I'm in awe at how he has made me look, even to myself. It's so heady. I hear his whisper as I soar higher, "I have done nothing. This is you." At his words I look up to the reflection of his face. His fingers are working quickly between my legs and I'm on the brink of exploding. He smiles at me and I see his fangs for the third time tonight. Shit! I had totally forgotten about that. I watch as he leans his head down and kisses the side of my throat. There's a battle in my body now with part of it still connected to the feel of his fingers inside me and another to the sharp fangs by my neck. Reading my growing fear and waning passion, he says, "Trust me." Trust him? Should I trust a vampire? In a flash, he opens his mouth and sinks his teeth into me. I cry out at the sharp pain of his bite but before I even finish, it subsides. I can feel him pull the blood from my body into his mouth and it feels surprisingly good. How is that possible? The longer he does it the better it feels and my system floods with heated pleasure. Oh my, that is good! I tilt my head further exposing my neck and I'm rewarded with more pleasant sensations from his drinking. Oh wow. His hand down below begins thrusting harder into me and I'm moaning loudly again. His thumb is moving in circles around my clit and I'm flying towards release once again. I'm lost in sensations. I'm mewling in his grasp and begging for more. I watch in the mirror as his hand speeds up and I come apart. My cries fill the closet and I shake as the violent waves of my orgasm crash over me. It's exquisite and too much all at once. I never felt myself reach this level before. I can feel my body clenching around the still thrusting fingers and my legs giving out beneath me. Alexander is now entirely holding me up and has abruptly removed his hand from between my legs to keep me steady. I'm panting and whimpering in the aftermath of my climax with his fangs still deep in my neck. His arms are both wrapped around my abdomen now and I'm cradled against his hard body. I feel his mouth's suck and pull begin to slow and eventually stop altogether. With heavy tired eyes I watch as he withdraws from my throat and licks the remaining blood from his lips. My blood. Two drops begin to roll down my neck and he licks up each one with the tip of his tongue before running it over the two puncture like bites in my neck. Just like that they close and shrink in size. I look at them in the mirror and wonder why I don't feel horrified by the marks and their meaning. Maybe I'm still delirious from my orgasm. I'm still staring at the two raised red circles when Alexander speaks, "Can you stand?" Oh. I'm still leaning completely on him. I regain my footing and turn around to face him. I run my eyes down his body and see he is still sporting the erection I felt pressed against me earlier. Hmm. I try to imagine what he's hiding beneath his clothes and a brief image of him fucking me flashes through my head. With a deep growl he grabs me and lifts me straight off the floor. His strength and speed at which he moves us from the closet to the bedroom is shocking but it's the growl that gets to me. It was so inhuman and unnatural but instead of fear or shock as I felt before, my body clenches deep within me at the sound. I have no explanation for my response and no time to contemplate it. With a rush we're by the bed and he drops me on top of his comforter. I bounce a bit on contact and eventually land on my back. He's undressing quickly and soon his shirt is gone as well as his black slacks and shoes. I watch closely as his hands lift the black muscle shirt up over his head giving me the first few of his chest and stomach. It's a delicious sight. Like the rest of him, the skin stretched across his body is white and smooth. I see no body hair except for a little dark happy trail leading beneath the waist of his boxers. He's toned and slim but I can see the muscles beneath his skin flexing with each movement. He's not overly chiseled or anything but he radiates power. His arms are similar to the rest of him, not overly defined but still powerful looking. He's simply a beautiful sight. I catch him smirking at me and I roll my eyes. Ok, I get it. He can hear me. I decide to make it work for me and demand he lose the boxers without uttering a single word. He grins at me and I find myself smiling back. He quickly sheds the white shorts and stands there allowing me a moment to stare. Oh my. At the base of his happy trail is a thick bush of dark hair surrounding the base of a long and hard penis. I've only seen two others in my life and using them as comparison this one seems so large. Maybe I haven't had enough experience to know but the others I've been with were well shorter than the length of my hand with one of the two able to disappear completely in my one fist. This one though, well I would need more than my two hands. I bite on my lip a little and clench between my legs as I imagine what it could do to me. With a quick pull of my legs I'm suddenly at the edge of the bed and Alexander has stepped between them. Looking into his face sends shivers all over me. The smirks and grins have been replaced with a look of fire. His eyes have darkened in color and can't take my own off of them. He's stroking his fingers up and down the sides of my legs and slowly guiding them wider apart. Locking his eyes with mine he grabs my hips and lifts them off the bed to meet him. With a quick thrust he sinks himself into me. We both groan at the contact and I watch his fangs lengthen once again. Oh god. He pulls out slowly, almost completely before pushing forcefully back in. It's intense. The soft withdrawal followed by the hard thrust is sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I hiss out a yes as he repeats the process for a third time and I throw my head back in ecstasy. On the fourth thrust I realize he has only now sunk all the way in as his balls are now pressing against me. I feel so full. No one has ever made me feel like this. He begins to move in and out in a steady rhythm while small moans come from his throat. Hearing him drives me further into the spiral of pleasure. It feels so insanely good and I want more. He pumps into me harder and I can feel my breasts bouncing back and forth on my chest. I reach up and squeeze them. I run my fingers over my hard nipples and pinch them sending lightning bolts straight to my core. I hear another delicious growl from above me and stare into the ever darkening eyes of my vampire. I think he likes seeing me touch myself so I continue. The more I tweak my nipples the harder my body clenches around the invading tool and the faster he fucks me. My moans are coming so close together it sounds like one never ending sound and his grunts and moans are mixing with mine. I try to form words but my mind is drowning in exquisite pleasure. I feel Alexander begin to really pound into me and he's entering so fast I can no longer function or focus on anything. My hands fall to the bed and my body arches into the air. I'm crying out and unable to really find a breath. Oh god. Oh god this is too much! With a scream I come apart at the seams. My body tenses so hard I cannot move. My mind goes white and I'm almost certain I see bright bursts of light behind my closed lids. He's relentless in his fucking and I feel one intense orgasm give way to another equally strong one. My loud cries are all I can hear and my body is shaking as I ride wave after wave of pleasure. Finally I feel a final violent slam of his body into me and hear his roar as he reaches his climax. I manage to open my eyes in time to see him give into his own release. His head is thrown back and the muscles in his chest and arms are tensing. I look at his long protruding fangs and remember how they felt piercing my skin. Was it painful? I guess it was a little, for a brief moment anyway. After that though, it was shockingly pleasurable. He told me it would be but I didn't believe him. Would I protest if he tried to bite me again, to drink from me? I don't think I would. When he pulls out he's very gentle with my exhausted body. He lifts my legs onto the bed and adjust me so I am able to lie back on a pillow and watch him disappear into what I assume is the bathroom. I reach up to feel the bite marks with my fingers but there's no pain. I may have enjoyed how it felt when he bit me but this I do not like. I'm still feeling the marks when he returns to the bed and he looks down at me with a confused look. He reaches over and pulls my hand from my neck as he asks, "Do they bother you?" I shrug but eventually nod. Knowing he has left marks on me makes me uncomfortable. He frowns at my thoughts he must have heard. Did I just insult him? He gently traces each bite with a finger several times before saying, "I find I like seeing my mark on you. It's a new feeling for me." He pauses as he seems to contemplate this and I wonder if I will ever not be at a total loss when he speaks to me. After what feels like ages, he finally says, "But I will remove them if you so wish." How in the world would he do that? I'm really missing something here. Saying only for me to follow him, he takes my hand and helps me off the bed. My legs are weak and I grip tightly to his hand and arm as we move across the room. Once in the bathroom he stops in front of the sink and reveals his fangs once more. To my surprise he pricks his own finger on the tip until a drop of dark red blood appears. He then turns me so I can see my throat in the mirror above the sink and spreads a small amount of his own blood across the marks. I'm stunned as I watch each red bite disappear from my skin. In seconds they are gone completely as if they were never there to begin with and the only evidence is a thin layer of his blood on top of my skin. He wipes that away with a small cloth and just like that, I'm mark and blood free. I have no words for what I just witnessed but he's not done. He lifts his finger in front of me and I watch as the small mark he had just made vanishes. In seconds only flawless white skin remains. What?! My knees buckle and Alexander quickly reacts and scoops me up in his arms. In a second we are out of the bathroom and back at the enormous bed. After gently placing me between the sheets he leaves the room and returns several moments later pressing buttons on a small black remote. Heavy looking black shades descend on all the windows and finish with a click. I watch all of this unfold while still no closer to processing what I just witnessed. My hand is stroking the spot where he bit me still expecting to feel the two bumps but there's nothing there. How is that possible? Eventually he joins me on the bed and moves onto his side to face me. He stares at me for a moment before speaking, "If you have questions you may ask." Where do I even begin? His hand is lightly stroking my light brown hair and I finally decide to just go with the obvious and ask how he made the bites disappear. I stare up at him waiting. I need an explanation. With a nod he begins, "My blood can heal. It's a trait of my kind. Not all have it but I do." You know, I think great sex has a way of making you more willing to accept certain things. I seem to swallow his explanation far easier than anything else he has said. Maybe it's because I witnessed the results or maybe I've accepted the entire situation. Either way, I'm happier blaming it on the orgasms. Alexander chuckles and lies back against the pillows. He wraps his arm around me and pulls me against his chest. Sleep is coming on fast and I settle into the nook of his arm. As I drift off I hear him say, "You're not what I expected." I sigh and think he's not what I expected either. I awake with a start and I have no idea where I am or what time it is. My eyes attempt to adjust to the very dark room and I start to remember the earlier events. My body aches all over and I groan at the tightness in my hips and back. Man, he really worked me over last night. Him! I look around the room but don't see him anywhere. I don't even see a clock. It's so disorienting. I climb from the bed and shiver at the chill of the air. I guess a vampire has no need for heat. Using the very faint light coming from the hallway I locate his black button down shirt on the floor and slip into it. Realizing I still have my fingerless gloves on I pull them off and leave them by the bed. I sniff the shirt and find it smells of him. I didn't even realize he had a smell until now. Very slowly I make my way through the room and out into the hallway. There's so little light and my attempt to find a switch is a failure. Instead I use the walls to guide my way. I can see a faint glow at the end of the hallway and as I get closer it flickers along the wall. I realize it must be the fireplace and follow the light around the corner into the living room. The room is glowing with the flicker of the flames and I find Alexander sitting in the middle of the large brown leather couch. He looks at me from his seat and we stare at each other for several moments. I feel like an idiot just standing here so I take small steps into the room towards the couch. When I just about reach it he lifts his hand and holds it out for mine. I slip my hand into his and he guides me down onto the cushion beside him. I curl my legs up under me on the couch still trying to adjust to the cold air and chilly leather. He looks down and says, "You're cold." He's quickly off the couch and down the hall and back again with a blanket in his arms. He sits back beside me and adjusts the blanket across my lap. I find it amusing that he pointed out that I was cold when I've been thinking that about him from the moment we met. He smiles at me and says, "Yes. I see the irony of it as well. My house isn't maintained for human comfort. I forget your need of warmth as I have no use for it." Ok then. Although I enjoy the cozy feel of the blanket being so near the fire is thoroughly warming me. Without thinking I ask why he's sitting by the fire if he doesn't need the heat. His answer is a simple one, "I enjoy watching the flames." We sit side by side watching those flames for some indeterminable amount of time. For the first time being with him I don't find myself racking my brain and worrying. Whatever fear I had before isn't here right now. I just simply sit with him and enjoy the silence. I randomly catch myself staring at him and try in vain not to let my thoughts linger too much. My mind seems insistent though on replaying images of our activities from earlier and I can feel a twinge of excitement come to life. He's sitting beside me in nothing but a pair of shorts and I see his excitement make an appearance as well. I watch as it lengthens and strains against the fabric of his shorts. My hips and back remind me of the deep aches within them but it seems to disappear from thought the second I watch him tent in his pants. A battle begins to rage in my mind as I want to badly to reach out to touch him but something is stopping me. He hasn't said a word since talk of the fire and I don't know what his reaction would be. I feel his arm slip around my back and pull me closer towards him. Hmm. Maybe that's my encouragement. Becoming His Oh screw it! I raise my hand to his abdomen and let only the tips of my fingers brush across his skin. He makes no moves to stop me and I only briefly hesitate before repeating the stroke. It feels like stroking cold stone. Smooth like marble. Slowly becoming braver I allow my hand to run up and down his middle and revel in how smooth his skin really is. I never had a chance to explore it before. I peak up at him through my lashes and find him watching me. Ok, here goes nothing. Still watching his face I let my fingers run through the hair of his happy trail and over the hem of his shorts. Seeing his eyes darken slightly is his only response so I keep going. Sliding over the soft fabric of his shorts I let one finger trace his entire erect length. A quiet moan sounds from somewhere inside him and I trace around him again. Increasingly becoming braver, I switch from just finger tips to my full hand moving back and forth feeling each inch of him. I swear I can feel him becoming harder beneath my touch and I allow my hand to linger along the head of his penis. Another small moan betrays his otherwise unmoving and expressionless face. I find myself smiling a little at the idea of getting to him this way. I add a bit of pressure to my strokes and wonder how long he will let me continue this. When I wrap my hand around him through his shorts I watch his fangs poke out of his mouth and I'm pretty sure I'm having a much bigger effect on him than he's trying to reveal. I've never been the one to initiate anything in my relationships so watching him react to nothing but my own urge to touch him is exciting. It's the slight squeeze of my hand around his hardness that breaks whatever control he had over himself and in a split second he pushes me down onto the couch and moves over me. Running both of his hands up the inside of the shirt he slides along my body and brings his lips to mine. Our kiss turns desperate quickly and our tongues dual for control. His hands have bunched the shirt up around my shoulders and I lift off the couch slightly so he can pull it off altogether. I have no idea where it goes after that. When his lips return to mine I feel one of his hands wrap itself around one of my breasts and a sigh of contentment breaths into his mouth. He massages it gently and I feel my nipples ache with the need to be touched. Suddenly my mouth is abandoned and his lips begin to kiss a path down my throat. When he reaches my breasts he kisses all over each of them without coming in contact with my nipples. My frustration grows as the ache in them intensifies. He smirks at my groan of frustration but continues to avoid my hardened points. I reach up my own hands to give my nipples the attention they need but he catches them and pins them on either side of my head. Oh, this is maddening! I don't know why I'm so desperate for his touch but I whimper when he makes another pass and once again avoiding direct contact with my pink buds. He finally lifts his head and looks at me. I watch breathless as the tip of his tongue reaches out to meet my hard nipple. When it touches and swirls around it I groan loudly and push my chest up to meet his mouth. Now that he has finally given in, he's relentless in his tonguing. Moving from one nipple to the other he licks, sucks, and flicks them until my mind is nothing but sweet sensation. After I'm not sure how long he finally leaves my breasts and drops kisses across my stomach. It takes me a moment or two to realize the path he is on and I lift my head to look down at him. His lips are kissing below my belly button now and his hands have slid down my sides to my hips as he shifts his body down the couch. Oh. Oh wow. My breathing is heavy and my skin prickles at the anticipation. He looks up at me as he reaches the top of my mound and adjusts himself between my legs. I watch unable to look away as he very slowly pulls my legs apart. He places one off the side of the couch to rest on the floor and the other he bends and pushes into the back cushion. His eyes have left my face and are now staring at the juncture between my spread legs. I shudder under his gaze and feel my breath catch repeatedly in my throat. I watch him lean in and plant gentle kisses on either inner thigh as my heart races in my chest. I see his eyes look up as his mouth lowers and I feel the first touch of his tongue at my center. I gasp at the touch but then a long moan escapes me as his tongue runs up my length. My head drops back onto the couch and I shudder when his tongue reaches my clit. He swirls around the edges a couple times before giving it a gentle flick with his tongue. Oh god! Back down it goes and I feel it repeat the swirl around my opening. Can a tongue be talented? I'm pretty sure that his is. I feel his tongue enter me and I moan repeatedly at the feeling of it fucking me. I cannot lay still. My body is shaking and my hips are beginning to buck at the intense feelings. Alexander has gripped onto my hips and is holding me in place. When his tongue returns to my clit I lose all sense of awareness except for what his mouth is doing to me. My pussy and his tongue become the center of my universe and I feel myself flood with juices as I pant and moan. I hear a muffled growl from below and he buries his face deeper into me. I can't breathe or speak and I reach around blindly for something to grip onto. His tongue is now moving quickly over my hardened bud and my cries are echoing off the walls of the large room. Oh god I'm going to explode! Oh god. His tongue presses into me harder and I feel his mouth suck deeply against my wet lips and I fall into oblivion. I hear cries of pleasure fill my ears as my legs quake around Alexander's head. I feel my body gush liquid and he hungrily laps it up. My hands have buried themselves in the blanket beneath me and I'm twisting it as I ride the wave of my climax. His tongue is still licking me and although it's much softer than it was before it's driving me further off the edge. Sounds I've never heard myself make are coming out in high pitched short cries as each lick causes deep tremors throughout my body. I can't take much more! Finally, he removes his face from my dripping and still twitching mound and moves up onto his elbows. My breathing is still erratic and I attempt to bring it under control. I can see his chin is slick with my juices and I watch as he wipes it with his hand. I shudder as I watch him lick his lips seeming to savor in the remaining traces of me. In the past when boyfriends went down it wasn't something they enjoyed doing and it was usually short and didn't result in an orgasm. It never really occurred to me that a man would like performing such acts never mind enjoy the taste. I've never come apart like that from a man's mouth alone. I had no idea it could be that fantastic! Oh, what I have been missing! I feel a single finger run up the inside of my thigh and my entire body shudders in response. Alexander grins at me and stands up beside the couch. For the second time tonight I watch as he drops his shorts to the floor and again I'm mesmerized by the sight of him. He grins at me and I see his fangs are already out and on display. Their presence is increasingly becoming normal and I don't react to them at all. As he sits back on the couch he pulls me up from my still prone position and pulls me up onto his lap. He adjusts me above him and I tuck my legs on either side of his, straddling his lap and erection. I don't wait for him to set the pace and quickly place myself and slide down his length to the hilt. Oh my god! I grip into his shoulders and lift off and repeat the motion. He feels even larger this way and my body quivers. Alexander has dropped his head back against the couch and allows me to do as I wish. His hands are still on my hips but I'm the one driving this. I move my body up and down his shaft never quite letting his head slip out and grind myself into him when I reach the base. I've never been in control like this before and it's exhilarating! With my previous orgasm not that long gone my body quivers with every pull and push and I know I won't last very long this way but I want to enjoy it as long as I can. Holding tightly to his shoulders I pick up speed and feel his hands help lift and lower me, helping to increase our tempo. His eyes are now open as he watches me rise and fall on his lap. Moans are escaping me more frequently now and I can feel my tits bouncing on my chest as our speed increases even more. His eyes are locked on them now watching their rise and fall in sync with our movements. It's erotic to watch him follow them. He's using his arms to pump me up and down so fast now there's no way I could keep up on my own. The look on his face as I move above him is probably the sexiest thing I've ever seen. It makes me feel sexy and I realize that's the first time I've really looked at myself that way. His eyes meet mine and I know he heard me. God, I could stay like this forever! I revel in the feel of him and wonder how I could possibly have anything left for another release but I can feel my body rocketing to that very thing. His hips are now thrusting upward to meet my downward motion driven by his own arms. Mixed in with his increasing groans he manages to speak, "Give it to me. Fuck!" He slams his hips up into me and I ride him right off the cliff of my sanity. I give one long scream before tensing so hard no sound can escape. My body has gone completely ridged in my climax and it's so powerful it borders on pain. I feel Alexander go still and tense under me with a long drawn out growl. My body finally relaxes enough for me to slump forward and I lay against his chest and shoulder. I couldn't move right now if I tried. It takes a while for my breathing to return to normal levels and frequent shudders run through my body. Alexander's arms have wrapped around my body and hold me to him while neither of us speaks. Feeling his hands gently rub my back is the last thing I remember. At some point I feel him shift and my eyes pop open. I must have fallen asleep. Passed out might be more accurate. I find myself lying down on Alexander's chest with the blanket draped around me and him lying on his back. I lift my head and look around wondering how he managed to get us into this position. One of his arms is resting around me and he smiles at me when our eyes meet. I ask him what time it is and his answer is that it's almost dawn. Dawn? How long have I been out here? I ask it again out loud and he answers, "A few hours. You've been asleep for half an hour or so." Wow. I had no idea. Then I realize the sun will be up soon and wonder what that means for him. I still don't understand so much when it comes to him. He smiles again and answers, "It means rest." With that he sits us up and stands with me still in his arms. He does it in such a smooth way I find my head shaking at how strong he is and I have a feeling I've only seen a portion of it. The blanket drops to the floor and we move to the doorway. He asks me to flip the first switch and when I do the fire goes out. You have to love the conveniences of a gas fireplace. We quickly make our way through the house and although I cannot see a thing in the pitch black darkness he seems to have no problem navigating the hallway and doors. He brings us straight to the bed and places me between the sheets. He follows me in and rolls us into a spooning position. Spooning with a vampire. Who would have thought? I find myself wondering a few things and instead of waiting for him to tell me I can ask, I just do. I feel him give me a little squeeze and I think he approves. "So you have to rest when the sun is up, right?" "Yes." "When do you, uh wake up?" "I will rise as the sun sets." Hmm. Maybe I should go home then. What if I wake him up later? He responds instantly to my thoughts, "You do not need to leave. I would like you to stay. When you wake I will be deep within my rest. You will not disturb me." Oh. I remember a movie I saw recently and the vampires in that story looked almost dead when they were asleep. I wonder if that's true for him or not. I feel him nod at my shoulder, "Essentially, yes. I will appear dead but I assure you I will rise as always when the day is done." Ok then. That might be weird. I ask him what I should do when I wake up and it's still daylight since there is no way I will sleep until sunset. There's a long pause and I start to assume he's already out but he finally speaks, "I do not know. I've never had a human here while I rest. Normally I would erase myself from your memory..." He trails off and I feel myself sink at the idea of not remembering. I don't want to forget! He rolls me onto my back and looks at me intently. We stay this way for several moments and I bite my lip over and over as I wait for him to say something. At last he breaks the silence, "For reasons I cannot fathom, I do not want to remove myself from your mind." Oh! He continues, "Humans are not supposed to know of us. You would be unable to speak of me to anyone, not as I really am. Is that something you can handle?" If it means I can keep memories of him and this night, then yes! No one would believe me anyway. He smirks a little but returns to his serious tone, "Then I will not clean your memory." Relief floods through me. He smiles and I return it with one of my own. He rests his head back into the pillow and says, "As for later, I suppose you'll need to return home. You may take what you need for clothing. There is money on the counter in the kitchen if you are need of it to hire a car." I listen to his words but feel myself starting to drift off to sleep. I'll figure out all of that tomorrow. Right now, I'm content to just sleep. Then a question pops into my head and it spills from my mouth almost as fast. I ask him what he meant earlier when he said he didn't understand modern men. It was such a strange statement. Tucking an arm under his head he whispers, "So full of questions." After looking over at me he settles back onto his arm and explains, "Modern men do not appreciate their women. Although I suppose men of my time had similar troubles. Perhaps, in my many years upon this earth I have developed a deeper appreciation for the heights a woman's body can be taken." Wow. That's quite an answer. But one thing nags at me. I roll towards him and ask exactly how many years he's been the way he is. He knew it was coming and doesn't hesitate one bit, "My human life ended more than seven hundred years ago." Holy shit! He adds, "May we save more questions for the night? Dawn is approaching. I must rest." Once again he leaves me speechless. He's over seven hundred years old? That's mind blowing. Oh, who am I kidding? This entire night has been mind blowing, this is just another thing added on top. I'm pretty sure I'm far too tired to process any of this. Tonight has been such a mix of fear and lust, sometimes both at the same time not to mention completely crazy. I've been practically kidnapped and mind controlled. I've been bitten by a vampire, which I didn't even know existed before today. Even weirder is I enjoyed it. I've been fucked to the point of sweet insanity. Somehow after all of that I'm willingly laying here beside this man, this creature, without a touch of fear that I had before. Have I lost my mind? Maybe. Hours ago I wanted to run away screaming. Now... Now I don't know what I should do. My body twitches between my legs reminding me how fucking amazing it was. How do I go back from that? The truth is, if this vampire asks, I'm pretty sure I'll come running.