by Helen Bright
Nevertheless, he complimented me on my outfit, a gentleman as always. He guided me into the dining room and pulled out a chair for me to sit. After pouring me a glass of red wine, he served me with my favourite dish from the Italian restaurant that we had dined at a few times during his last visit. Their carbonara was the best I had ever tasted, and my mouth watered at the aroma.
I had been so busy I hadn’t eaten all day, so I welcomed the tasty dish, along with the sides of home baked garlic bread and the polenta chips that the restaurant did so well.
In between bites, I asked Gregor about his business before he could focus on the goings on in my world. He was evasive as always, telling me about stocks and shares in oil and gas, and I was sure he knew it would bore me so that I wouldn’t ask anymore.
Since Gregor had flown back to Russia, I’d had so many problems with my little shop and the flat above it; I’d started to wonder if it was all worth it. I began to tell him about the first issue I’d had, which was a leak from the water tank up in the loft. Then two weeks after that, all the electrics fused and had nearly caused a fire. Last week during the night, my oven had somehow switched itself on, and I’d had a small kitchen fire. Luckily my smoke alarms had all gone off, and I was able to put the fire out quickly before it got out of hand.
“Why didn’t you call me and tell me about all of this?” asked Gregor angrily.
“Why, what could you do? You were in Russia remember. I just took care of it myself Gregor, although I pray to God nothing else happens. I went through the insurance company for the damage caused by the leak. But the other stuff I paid for out of my savings, so there’s very little left for the holiday I planned on taking. I was going to take some time off and visit my parents in Spain, but that will have to wait until Christmas now.”
“I would have organised and paid for tradesmen to fix everything for you. I have many contacts from the renovation of this place. Keeley has a list of all of them in her office.”
“Gregor, I can take care of myself. You are just my friend. Friends don’t pay for home repairs. Friends pay for dinner, or a bottle of wine or a taxi.”
I had never felt nervous or scared in Gregor’s presence before, but just now his expression was hard as stone, and I could swear for a moment I had seen a flash of red in his eyes. It must have been a trick of the light and reflection from the wine bottle or something, because it was gone as soon as it appeared.
Gregor stood abruptly and made his way towards me. Holding out his hand he said, “Come with me.”
I placed my hand in his, and he almost dragged me to his sitting room. There were embers from a fire burning low in the grate. It made the room feel homey, and was currently providing the only light in the room.
Gregor’s sudden mood made me question my presence here tonight. It wasn’t the first time I’d faced an angry man when I had done nothing wrong, and each time it hadn’t gone well for me. I had gotten a taxi here tonight as I knew we would have wine with our meal, and I would never drink and drive. I now questioned my decision to do that.
“Gregor, I think it’s time that I went home,” I told him, hoping he couldn’t hear the nerves in my voice as I tried to extract my hand from his. His grip held firm as he turned and pulled me flush to his body, chest to chest.
I chanced a look into his eyes to try and determine his mood. Gone was the anger, and in its place was something that looked a lot like lust.
“You need never fear me, Chloe,” Gregor said as he ran his hands down my back until they cupped my bottom. “I was angry because you said we were just friends, and I don’t see you that way.”
He ran his nose from my shoulder up to my ear, licking the pulse point at my neck, and groaning as if he had tasted the best dessert ever.
“Gregor, you’re normally such a gentleman in my presence, that you did scare me a little when you became angry and almost dragged me in here.”
My knees nearly gave way as he licked a path up and down the other side of my neck, stopping again at my pulse point.
“Well, if it’s a gentleman you want Chloe, you are out of luck tonight,” he said before kissing me.
His kiss was soft to begin with, but within seconds became hard. He fused our mouths together by holding the back of my head. I couldn’t have drawn away, even if I wanted to. His tongue seemed to duel with mine for supremacy, and I moaned my pleasure into his mouth; any fear I’d had now replaced by lust and longing. I felt his erection grow against my belly, and my body responded instinctively to his need. I felt myself getting wet between my legs, and my nipples were hard against the fabric of my bra.
Gregor lifted his face from mine for a few seconds and commanded, “Tell me you want this as much as I do. Tell me I get to be inside you tonight.”
It wasn’t just his words that made all sorts of recently neglected places throb in anticipation. But also the feeling behind them. His desire for me was genuine, something I hadn’t considered possible, although I’d fantasised about it since the first day I met him.
“I do want this Gregor, more that you know,” I told him sincerely.
He nodded his head and began to pull the tie strings at the neck of my gypsy top. As soon as they were undone, he lifted the top over my head slowly. My strapless bra was quite new, with a pale cream floral lace design. He ran his hands over my lace covered breasts before reaching around and unhooking my bra. My heavy breasts seemed to spring loose from the slightly too small bra, and I felt embarrassed about their size, which made them much less pert than I would like.
“Beautiful,” whispered Gregor as he stroked his thumbs over my nipples. They puckered even more from his touch, and once again I moaned my response to the exquisite feeling that seemed to radiate south to my core.
Gregor was much taller than my five foot four height. He had to stoop low to take my nipples into his mouth, which he did one after the other. My knees suddenly became boneless as waves of pleasure flowed over me, steadily taking me under. I had to lean against Gregor to keep myself upright.
He kissed his way down my quivering tummy as he dropped to his knees in front of me. Then he pressed his face into my sex through my clothes and inhaled deeply. Now that was something I didn’t expect, but for some reason found highly arousing.
When Gregor tilted his head back and looked up at me, I once again caught a glimpse of red in his eyes. A glowing ember from the fire maybe? I didn’t question it further as Gregor began pulling down the elastic waisted gypsy skirt, along with my knickers.
I was suddenly very grateful that the glow from the fireplace was the only light in the room so that he couldn’t see the cellulite that graced my hips and thighs. Again Gregor pressed his nose against my sex and inhaled, before making a sort of growling noise; flicking out his tongue and lapping steadily at my slit.
This time, my knees did buckle, and I heard myself moan deeply. Gregor lifted me up then lowered me gently onto a heavily patterned rug in front of the fireplace. He then stood and removed his shirt, not once taking his eyes away from me. He began to unbutton and then unzip his trousers and slid them down along with his boxers. His erection sprang forth and ---- WOW! I knew he’d felt big when he was pressed against me, but this was something else. I’d had three previous sexual partners, and I can tell you that none were as big as Gregor. I should have felt nervous, but instead, my mouth watered, eager to taste the cock he was now stroking rhythmically.
I went to sit up, but he dropped to his knees and shook his head. To placate me a little he swiped his thumb over the head of his cock, coating it with the glistening fluid that had gathered there, before running it over my lips and onto my tongue; teasing me with the taste of him. I ran my tongue around his thumb; then as he pulled the digit away from my mouth, I licked the rest of his essence from my lips.
Gregor hitched in a breath and stared down at me in a still silence. Then a slow smile appeared on his face, and I smiled at him in return.
He was so good looking, and I w
ondered yet again why he wanted me. Before I could open my mouth and ask him, he grasped my ankles, pushed them towards my bottom, then placed his palms on the inside of my thighs and opened my legs.
Seconds later his face was buried in my sex as he thrust his tongue inside me repeatedly. My back bowed and rose off the rug as pleasure spread through every nerve ending, from my core outwards. I was panting and pushing against him like a woman possessed, and when he replaced his tongue with two fingers and fastened his mouth around my clit and sucked, I screamed in utter ecstasy. My orgasm seemed to spiral out of control, but before I could come down from it fully, Gregor began to lap at my clit with firm, rapid strokes. I came again, harder this time, crying out his name while pleading for him to get inside me.
I realised some seconds later that I had grabbed his hair and had pulled it firmly as I ground my center against his face, and I was so mortified at my actions, I began to apologise.
“Sshh, Chloe. You should never need to apologise for giving yourself so fully to sexual pleasure. It gave me great pleasure to experience your reaction, and I hope I get a similar reaction when I am deep inside you,” he said raising his eyebrows suggestively.
He began to kiss me from my belly up to my breasts, and he once again teased my nipples with his tongue, before grabbing his cock and teasing me with it from my clit down to the mouth of my sex. A sudden thought sprang to mind, and I placed my hand on his chest to stop him while I still had a coherent thought.
“Gregor, we need protection. I’m clean, I mean, I haven’t had sex for years, but I’m not on the pill, and I don’t know your sexual history and…”
“You need not worry about me, I do not have any diseases, of that I can assure you, and I cannot get you pregnant. So relax Chloe, and let me have you. I have waited so long to feel your hot cunt wrapped around my cock.” And with that, he pushed himself inside me, almost to the hilt.
I cried out as his thickness invaded my wet, but tight, sex. At first, I thought he was just too big for me to take him all. Gregor groaned and squeezed his eyes closed as he slowly stretched me with each thrust.
Seeing him so affected by the feel of being inside my body made me even wetter, which eased the way for the deeper, harder thrusts he gave. I was lost in the rhythm of our lovemaking, and make no mistake; this was making love. I thrust my pelvis up to meet his, and my clit began to grind up against his pelvic bone, creating the most delicious sensation that spread upwards from my sex to my head, and I experienced my first ever orgasm through penetrative sex.
Again, Gregor didn’t let me come down from the bliss that consumed me, and with his hands now on my bottom, he once again brought my pelvis up to meet his thrusts. This time, when I came, I swear I almost lost consciousness; and when Gregor pounded his release into me, I was more content and sated than I had ever been in my life.
Gregor placed his forehead against mine and whispered, “What have you done to me, my little flower girl?”
But before I could answer with some witty comeback about what he had just done to me, he said the words that everyone hates to hear.
“Chloe. We need to talk.” And just like that, my heart dropped to my feet, and I suddenly felt cold.
Chapter Six
Gregor
Chloe placed both hands on my chest and pushed me. I lifted up and away from her quickly, afraid I was crushing her breasts, but she carried on pushing me away and rolled over onto her side, grabbing her clothing from where I dropped it earlier.
I grabbed her arm to still her, but she shook me away saying, “Just let me get dressed Gregor. I think this type of conversation should only be had when fully clothed.”
What was she talking about? Did she already know? I wrestled the clothing away from her before pinning her back down onto the floor with her hands above her head.
“What type of conversation are you talking about Chloe?” I asked as I pressed my growing erection against her struggling body.
“The one where you tell me this shouldn’t have happened, and that it meant nothing, and you regret it,” she said her eyes widening at the feel of my hard cock as it pressed against her belly.
“Does it feel like I regret what happened Chloe? Do you think what we just shared meant nothing to me?”
She shook her head and looked at me curiously. Perhaps she could see some confusion in my eyes, too. Normally, her first instinct would have been the correct one. Although it was also normally delivered when I had given a sub some very needed aftercare, but never in a setting like this. In my home, with only the glow of firelight surrounding us after we had just made love. For I, Gregor Antonov, never made love. Ever.
But for some reason this woman made me want to cherish her, to give more of myself than I have ever given before. The thought was slightly disturbing, but I shook it off, as her reaction to what I was about to tell her may decide our fate, no matter how I felt.
I kissed her softly on the mouth until I felt her relax and become pliant against me, then I let go of her arms, knelt up, and lifted her as I readjusted my position and cradled her on my lap.
She was surprised at my strength, I could tell, as I had lifted her with no effort required. Good. That was one thing out of the way.
“Well, go on then, Gregor. Spit it out. Why do we ‘need to talk’?”
I took a deep breath and began with, “Do you sense that there is something different about me Chloe?”
“Do you mean because you’re Russian? Or that you’re a billionaire? Or because you have to dress like you’re attending a business meeting when we have a takeaway in your home?”
“No, none of those. Hey, now just a minute, flower girl. I did not dress like I was attending a business meeting tonight. I merely put on trousers and a shirt. If I were attending a business meeting, I would have also worn a Jacket and tie, possibly a waistcoat.”
“Gregor you could have thrown on jeans and a t-shirt and been casual. Do you even own jeans?”
“Yes,” I said, and I was sure I did own at least one pair. I think.
“Good. It would be nice to see you a little more chilled. Maybe we could go for a walk around the estate and collect chestnuts from the wood out back. I used to do that with my aunt when I came to stay with her in the late October holidays when I was a young girl. You can’t do that in late autumn in a business suit.”
“Wait. We are getting off track here. I need you to listen to what I’m saying Chloe; It's very important.”
“Umm, It’s kind of hard to do that when your cock is poking me in the bum,” she said wriggling against me.”
“Chloe, if you would just keep still then it wouldn’t be poking you in the bum,” I said shifting her position. But the words were out there now and all I could think of for the moment was bending her over the specially designed furniture in my cellar, shackling her hands in front of her, and fucking her in the ass. She wriggled again, and I felt a sticky wetness against my leg as my come spilled out of her.
“Gregor, maybe I should go and get cleaned up a little,” she said, trying to hide her embarrassment.
“No,” I answered harshly. I leaned her back and opened her legs, so I could see my come as it left her body. I would be giving her more of it later, of course, that is if she accepted what I was about to tell her. So to make her feel better, I took my boxer shorts and wiped the evidence of our tryst from both my leg and her glistening sex.
She kept her pale brown pubic hair trimmed, but to a natural shape, which I found appealing, although different from what the women I mastered in my club had. I threw my boxers to the side of us and turned her to face me.
“Chloe, there’s no easy way to say this. I am what’s known as a born immortal. I’m a vampire, Chloe. I have been on this earth for over five hundred years, and I plan on living for many more.”
She was quiet for a time, then started laughing nervously.
“Gregor, is it like a Russian Halloween night or something? Or have you been drinking stran
ge wine before I came over?”
“Chloe, I'm being serious,” I said as I held the back of her neck to keep her gaze on mine. “Watch me, Chloe,” I commanded.
She stopped giggling, then gasped when she first noticed the change in my eyes, as my iris’ took on a red rim. Then she lowered her eyes to watch as my fangs descended. She held her breath and didn’t move. And although her heartbeat raced, her gaze never left my face, her eyes climbing slowly upwards to meet my own.
“Are you going to hurt me, Gregor?” she asked boldly, although I could also scent her fear.
“No, my darling. I could never hurt you. Of that, you have my word.”
I kept my eyes and fangs for a few moments longer, then changed them back to what she was accustomed to.
“So, are you Dracula or something?” She asked.
“Or something,” I answered.
“How did you become this way? And do your friends know?”
“Yes, my friends know, many of them are immortal, like me.” I waited while she absorbed that little bit of information.
“You mean Sergei and Yuri?” She asked.
“And Alex, Joshua, and Nik, and now Keeley.”
“No. Alex has just become a father. Vampires can’t reproduce. Can they? I mean I’ve watched a few vampire films in my time, and none of them have ever had children, until the last one with the sparkly ones, that is. Will Rory age quickly like that?”
“I haven’t the faintest idea what you are talking about, and no, my Godson will not age quickly. He will grow like any other normal human baby. He is, however, a born immortal child, which is a child born to an immortal father and human mother. He has the option of remaining human, yet with better healing abilities, greater strength and a slightly longer lifespan. Or he could opt to take human blood when he is an adult and become a full born immortal, and live forever.”
“Wow, so is that all you have to do? Just decide one day that you want to live forever. Drink human blood and then you magically live forever? I mean I know you eat normal human food and drink normal, if not ridiculously expensive, wine.”
