by J. E Hanson
Christian gives me space. “Do you want to leave—or stay here?”
The only thing I could do is hug him. He softly kisses my forehead, and he escorts me back outside the cave. His Lamborghini is still running, but he makes sure that I’m the first one in.
He kisses my lips. “I’m the one, who is sorry this time. I lost my temper, and I should have kept a better control of it. I want you and only you.”
“I want to say that from now on, I won’t leave, unless you know where I’m at.”
Christian leans over me, and he shows his approval.
“I want to talk about the three letter word.”
I wait for him, to shift gears. “I want to have sex with you. I’m doing everything in my power, not to take your chaste. I care for you too deeply, to take something like that away from you. I personally do not feel very comfortable having sex until we see where our relationship is heading. I am sick and tired of having constant meaningless sex, and that is not what I want in a relationship. What I am trying to say is that I want to see where things go, before we take it to the next level. I really would like to have a deeper commitment, than just sex. I hope I am not coming off as a complete ass.”
I think I have fallen even further for him. He probably knows it already, but I know our blood bond is making us do crazy things.
“I want to see where things lead to too, and I see your point. I’m sorry, if I seem pushy. That was certainly not my intention. I believe it is this blood bond, and it’s making us do crazy things. Somehow, our vacation turned into a nightmare from all the constant sex happening everywhere. It leaves me with no room to think.”
Christian pulls into the mansion that was for sale. He must have bought it. He opens my door for me. “I believe that is why we need our own place.”
He kisses me softly, and I melt all over again. “This is where we will stay, the next time we visit. We will stay at our house all alone. What do you think?”
Christian already replaced the windows with tinted windows. He surprises me with a new mansion.
“I love this place!” I enthusiastically spoke.
“I want you, to pick out the decor for every room. Which room, do you want for our bedroom?”
He guesses right, when I pick the bedroom upstairs. I can see the clear pool through the floor-length windows. The new mansion belongs to both of us now. My boyfriend wraps his muscular arms around me, and he kisses the back of my neck. He’s spoiling me too much. My hands hold his tightly, and my lips kiss his passionately. I continue, to fall even deeper for this wonderful and sexy man. We walk out of the house together and back to his car. We return to the hideaway.
As we walk inside the hideaway, Christian starts to tug at my dress. “We need to talk about the dress you are wearing tonight.”
I play coy with him. “I have no problems with this dress.”
He smirks at me. “If you ever wear another dress like this—or this dress again, your chaste will no longer be an issue. I struggled with not flying you here, and taking your chaste anyway,” he warns me, and I let out a small chuckle.
“What if I do it on purpose?” I wink at him.
“You will be missing a dress.”
We walk inside our bedroom, and I start to tease him, by slowly taking off the dress.
“You are killing me, Jeannie! Will you please not be bold tonight?”
My dress hits the floor, and I can hear the sound of clicking fangs. He tries, to look away from me, but he can’t. “I refuse, to look at you anymore! You clearly are trying, to make me lose it, and it is working!”
My hair tosses over to the side. His fangs rub against my neck, and his hands move to my stomach. I lean in, to continue my torture.
“Damn you!”
He finally lost his cool and bit into my neck. He starts to suck my blood and I close my eyes, enjoying the pleasure from his hot mouth.
He carries me to bed, and he lays on top of me. “I am trying extremely hard, to not lose it with you. Will you please cooperate with me a little bit? Will you please stop the merciless teasing?”
“I’m sorry for teasing, but I will try harder next time,” I grin at him, and release my confession.
“You are positively evil! I can see the mischief in your eyes right now! This is not helping the cause.”
I love watching his lips curve upwards into that beautiful smile of his. I purposely rub his sensuous lips with my thumb. I notice that his fangs are still out. I know most women would freak out over the thought of fangs, but I love his pearl fangs. I lean in and kiss his beautiful lips again. My tongue accidentally touches his fangs. That’s when he clutches my legs tightly around his hips. “You have no clue, what you just did?”
I answer with a headshake no. He pins my hands down on the bed. I certainly can feel it through his pants. My eyes focus deep inside his. That’s not a snake either! I have a good idea, who Ian was actually talking about now. I turn my head and reveal the other side of my neck. He makes sure, to flip my hair to the other side. His fangs penetrate deep inside my neck. The bulge in his pants rubs against me. I run my fingers through his hair, and he grips it tightly in my hands.
Ian forgot to knock on the door. He opens my bedroom door, believing that I’m all alone. He seems embarrassed. “I’m sorry, and I had no clue, man!”
Ian quickly slams the door shut.
My mischievous boyfriend flashes me an evil grin. “I’m pretty sure, he will never do that again. Now, where were we?”
I turn my head again, and he places his mouth back over my neck. He kisses it, and then he takes off his shirt. He crumples his shirt in the corner of the room. My hands touch and rub his rock hard abs. He gently eases himself over me with his hands rubbing my thighs. The searing pain flares in my mouth again.
He tries to suck a few more drops of blood from me, but he stops. “Are you in pain?”
The pain hurts even worse, than the last few times. My mouth clenches tightly, and he retracts his fangs. He left our bed and walks over to his bag, to pull out more topic solutions. He returns and rubs the solution on my fangs again. I close my eyes, and I hope that the pain will stop throbbing. He picks me up in his arms, cradling me close to him. He tries to rub my head, but this time—nothing works. We wait for one hour, and it still won’t stop. He gave in and bit into his wrist. “You need to ingest my blood. This is too painful for you.”
I push his wrist away and shake my head no.
“This is not the time, to remain stubborn. You are in pain, so let me take care of you,” Christian protests.
I push his arm away again.
“I thought you wanted this?” Christian asks.
I answer with another shake no.
“What is it that you want?” he asks frustrated.
I run to the bathroom, and flip the shower to ice-cold. I threw the rest of my lingerie on the bathroom floor. The ice-cold shower runs over my face, and it takes my mind off sex. Amazingly, my mouth stops throbbing from the searing pain. I take a deep breath, shower in the cold, and stand there for a solid hour. Christian hands me my nightgown through the crack of the bathroom door. My nightgown is one of my old shirts. I keep my chin lowered, and climb back to bed. He lifts my chin up, and he makes sure his tongue rubs mine equally well. This isn’t helping my current situation out at all.
“Goodnight, my Princess,” he murmurs. I watch his eyes dance inside mine. My heart wants to cease beating for a minute.
“Goodnight, my Chris.” And, I kiss him one last time as I curl right beside him. His crimson and satin sheet remains between us. My legs intertwine with his, and he wraps his muscular arms around me. I found that comfortable spot again, and doze off to sleep.
~~~***~~~
My dream initiates in the emerald field full of wildflowers. I walk around wearing an ivory cotton nightgown. I stand alone in the middle of the meadow. Christian walks behind me, kissing my neck. I turn around, and he mashes his lips roughly against mine. My hands jerk
off his ivory clothes. In my dream, I kneel down and place his enormous shaft deep inside my mouth. I suck, nibble, and glide his enormous shaft back and forth. He moans and begs me, to speed up. My mouth continues to suck his large shaft until he pours his cum all over my face and mouth. He lifts me up, and starts to grind me with his hips. My arms hold on to his neck tightly, fully enjoying the ride.
“I love you, Chris,” I tell him, after making love to him.
“I love you too, baby,” he answers with that twinkle in his eyes.
Making love to him sends me over the edge in my dream. My body enjoys fucking him hard, in a variety of different positions. My own porn movie plays out in my dreams.
~~~***~~~
Sadly, the alarm sounds, but his body, still remains around me. He pulls my hair back, and whispers good morning to me. We kiss softly, and I smile at him. I have to stop toying with him, so I can work out in the gym. I hate leaving him, but this workout needs my full attention. From five o'clock in the morning to two o'clock in the afternoon, I have a healthy mix of aerobics and muscle building exercises. I supply my own breakfast, lunch, dinner, and snacks. It is amazing that I managed to stick with my diet.
The hot shower works out the kinks in my muscles. I wash off all the nasty salty sweat. There’s a scale, so I chose to weigh myself. My weight drops to one hundred and forty-eight pounds. My drastic weight loss gives me an overabundant sense of pride. I gawk at the vertical mirror on the door to notice myself. I’m proud of my weight loss. I have come so far over the past few months. The Enforcers have helped me with so much already.
The time flashes and it is five o'clock in the evening. I try to figure out which clothes to wear. I change into my sexy undergarments. The last strap latches, and I can feel him from a short distance. He will be here any second. I’m still standing in the closet, trying to decide which dress to wear today. This is the last day that Ian will need me. There’s a short dress hanging in the closet. The top of this dress is jet-black, and the rest of the dress is navy. I slide the dress over my body and grab the blazer.
I’m about to do the zipper dance, but a pair of hands zips up my dress for me.
“You chose to go with another short dress. You’re really testing my limits this week,” he complains.
Before he warns me, he yanks off his shirt and jeans. “You need to turn your head for a minute.”
My head remains down, but I notice another vertical mirror in front of me. It is hard not to peek, and the curiosity got the better of me. He turns at the right moment, to reveal his muscular ass. I thought I would be fine, but the pain in my jaw commences.
I fall on the floor, still wincing in pain.
He kneels, to the side of me. “I will offer my blood to you. Your fangs require blood, Jeannie. I wish you would stop being so damn stubborn!”
I watch him wrap a towel around his waist. My mouth aches even worse. I only could grab my navy blazer. My hand clutches tightly over my jaw as I stare at him.
He kisses my cheek and hugs me. “The pain would be over, if you would just allow me, to give you my blood.”
I shook my head no and ran out of our bedroom quickly. The pain throbs through my jaw hard. My boyfriend stays behind, and it’s time to walk over to the dark side. Ian and Zane are already waiting for me.
“Did you have a great night with your boyfriend?” Ian winks at me.
The only thing I can do is shake my head yes or no.
“What’s wrong?” Ian asks, after he notices the tears welling up in my eyes
I point to my mouth and he stares at me strangely. “How are they still hurting? There aren’t any open cups of blood.”
Eve also notices that I’m in terrible pain. “I used to have a hybrid boyfriend, and his fangs never descended all the way either. He had that same exact pain; she’s going through right now. Have you boys ever heard about puberty for vampires? I’m going to put this delicately. Honey… you’re horny.”
Chapter 12
They pause with Ian smacking his forehead. “I forgot all about that! I should have known!”
“We have been vampires for so fucking long, that we have forgotten all about our fangs. Our fangs can sense emotions. If we’ve forgotten, I’m extremely sure that Chris has forgotten too,” Zane also agrees in shock.
I wrote down on a piece of paper. “What do I do? How do I get them to stop hurting?”
“Your fangs need to descend, or the pain will become even worse. Drinking blood will help you as it did my ex-boyfriend. He felt so much better. Let those fangs loose, honey,” Eve explains.
I groan again, but the pain temporarily subsides for now. “I am trying, to hold them off for now,” I finally was able to talk.
“Why are you holding back? Be proud of what, and who you are. You have more vampire in you than you realize. Join the men and drink blood. You will still remain human, but the doors will open even more for you, if you start drinking blood. You won’t receive any strange looks from us, honey,” Eve asks and explains.
~~~***~~~
We spent the last day reviewing failing products, and excelling products. Ian looks peaceful and he isn’t as antsy as he once was. I’m happy, to make my best friend money. We conclude the meeting for today, and Ian hands Christian a huge check. I make sure it’s in my name, but it still goes to him. He places all my finances in a savings account, with his name as the co-signer. I look around, and see that he’s already packed my clothes. The suitcases are loaded in the Hummer. I hug Eve and thank her for being a vampire mother to me.
“You better give her a promotion, and a huge pay raise,” I whisper to Ian. He smiles warmly, and nods agreeing to it.
Ian and Zane have a few things left to take care of, and they will return on Monday. I sit in the passenger's seat and Chris drove us to the airfield. He moves all of our things to the plane. He refuses to accept any help from me, and he forces me to take a seat on the plane. The plane takes off, and we leave beautiful Greece behind. We wait until the plane straightens out, so we can walk around the plane.
Christian pulls me closer to him. “I was annoyed with all the sex that was happening around us, and I hate missing any time spent with you.”
“Why is that?”
“You almost lost your chaste this week.”
He’s wearing a pair of dress slacks and a charcoal shirt underneath his midnight dress shirt. He left four buttons undone at the top of his dress shirt. He has on the same necklace, when I met him. I’m trying to fight off the fantasy, of making love to him. He left his long hair down, and I’m losing both the war and the battle. He squats in front of me, and he places both of his hands on my thighs. I continue to fight and refocus my mind to other places. He kisses the palms of my hands, and I’m starting to lose my cool. He separates my thighs, and he unbuttons my blazer. I debate with either making him stop, or allowing him to continue. He kisses my shoulders, and pushes off my navy blazer. He trails his kisses down my neck. I want to cave in to him badly, but my fangs continue to hurt again. This breaks up our passionate embrace. It is a cruel thing to do, but for the sake of my fangs, I need to use the bathroom. I have to shift my mind to a different place. It is hard to think of anything, without imagining him there with me. I try hard to focus my attention elsewhere, but with him.
The fangs settle down, but he knocks on the door. “Jeannie, please stop being so damn stubborn, and ingest my blood. I promise that you will feel better, after you do.”
“I’m starting to feel better now.”
It is hard, to hide in the bathroom for the rest of the flight. For the next thirty minutes, this will remain my hideout from him. I will have to face the situation, because I can’t keep avoiding him for much longer. The bathroom door springs opens, and I leisurely stroll over to him. My boyfriend has to complete his spreadsheets. I curl up beside him and something funny makes him chuckle. He clicks the send button a few times, and then he quickly exits out of his programs.
“Why did you ch
ange your mind, Jeannie?”
I know what he’s getting to, but I still play dumb. “Change my mind about what?”
“I thought you wanted your fangs to descend. Do you still want that? Or is it because of my blood?”
“I’m taking your advice, by keeping a hold of my mortal side for a little while longer. You’re the one, who suggested that it would be harder for me, to maintain a diet of blood and human food at the same time. Either you want that for me still, or you’re the one, who actually realizes how much I’m suffering from these fangs.”
He brings his face closer to mine. “I knew your fangs would eventually cause problems for you. It surprises me that you never had issues with your fangs before. I want the pain to go away, because if it hurts you—it hurts me. I can actually say that I do not want you to suffer, since you have already suffered enough. I guess I may reconsider, but you will still have your mortal side. You can maintain an equal diet of both human food, and blood. I believe you will require less blood, than what a full vampire has to have. The choice is ultimately up to you. As your boyfriend, I really hate to see my girlfriend suffering from so much pain.”
I give him a quick peck on the cheek. “I realize how amazing, and understanding you are. If my fangs are too much of a problem, I promise to ask for your blood. You have nothing to worry about.”
In a flash, he quickly pins me underneath him, kissing my neck and cheeks. My hands sift through his hair. He’s just as aroused as I am, because I can feel through his pants. I need to remind myself, to ask Ian, who the men were that he tried, to entice into the porn industry. Who could be bigger than Mr. Ruler, or a.k.a. Shawn? I’m willing to bet that he wanted Alexander and Christian in his films. The thought of him in porn arouses me, and even drives me insane. My fangs throb for him, and not his blood. We listen to the announcement over the public address system that we’re almost home. He pauses our make out session long enough to buckle me in. My mouth hurts badly now. He closes his eyes, clearly detesting the pain that I’m in now.
