I stared at my finger wet, strangely fascinated by it and curious about this stuff coming out of him. Rubbing my thumb and finger together, I tested the feel of it, the texture of it, until it dried on my skin, leaving me slightly sticky.
When I glanced up, Lucian was watching me, his hand still wrapped around his cock, his fingers sliding up and down the length of himself, slowly. “Baby, god, to see you do that, please, uncover your breasts, let me touch them, please, now; I need to come, fuck I need to come so badly.” He groaned his voice raw and rough with his desire.
He backed away and moved to stand in front of one of the vanity basins, his eyes on mine through the mirror. Slowly, with a mix of excitement and nerves, I peeled the dress off my shoulders again, down my arms until I stood with it around my waist. I reached up and popped my bra open, removing it, finally standing before him naked from the waist up.
Lucian reached out with his free hand, his eyes like hot chocolate, the desire, and the lust in his gaze nearly causing me to combust. Slowly I stepped towards him, until I stood by his side, my heart thundering noisily, so noisily I wondered if he could hear it. He bent forward to drop a kiss on my lips before straightening again, one finger trailing down my cheek, my neck and on down to my nipple. He circled it, lazy circles that slowly spiralled closer and closer until he was brushing over it, where it hardened under his touch. Finally he lifted his eyes to mine again. “Are you ready baby? Are you ready to blow my mind?” He whispered, and all I could do was hang onto the edge of the vanity unit and nod at him, powerless to move or do anything else at all.
Chapter Thirteen
Lucian
God she was beautiful. He wanted her so badly, and as he stared into her eyes as she stood clutching that vanity unit like a lifeline, he nearly gave into temptation and put her under his control. When he realised what he was considering, common sense took over and stopped him from doing something he knew he would end up regretting.
It might ease his problems initially and relieve the discomfort he was experiencing, but he couldn’t do it to her. Just one mind control and he could be right where he wanted to be, balls deep inside her, but he couldn’t do it. She was different, special. She was so delicate and fragile. She needed to be cared for and handled with care, but most of all, she didn’t need anyone else screwing her over, abusing her, or taking advantage of her, as he asshole father had done for years. She was worth more than him mind controlling her and using her for a quick fuck. He liked her, genuinely liked her. It was more than that though. She tugged at his heart. She made him feel things no other woman had ever made him feel. She was important to him, and even if it meant his balls almost dropping off, and having to take himself in hand until his palms were covered in bloodied callouses, he would do so, and hopefully eventually earn her trust, and for her to invite him between her legs, not take her by force or mind control.
He stared into her stunning blue eyes, seeing the slight wariness in them. She was trying so hard to be brave and mask her nerves. God she was beautiful; so sweet and innocent. He wondered if he deserved someone like her. She had been abused so badly for years and yet she was good, kind and despite all she’d been exposed to, she was like a virgin, so naïve of everything related to sex. He’d never been with anyone like her before. He and Damien chose their women well; they went for experienced, open minded women who would indulge their every whim. Arissa was not like that and she probably never would be.
Gently Lucian lifted her and sat her on the edge of the vanity unit which brought her breasts more in line with his mouth. He bent towards her, sucking one of her nipples between his lips, laving it with his tongue. Over and over he licked at it, feeling the peak harden before he bared his teeth, grazing them lightly over one nipple, hearing her gasp. Once he was satisfied, he turned his attention to her other nipple, giving it the same treatment, pulling back momentarily to study the effect.
He began to trail kisses from one breast to the other, savouring the taste of her soft skin and breathing in her sweet scent. He could hear her breath coming in short; sharp bursts of air from her parted lips as he nipped the swell of one breast.
While he lavished his attention on Arissa, he carefully wrapped his fingers around his painfully erect cock. Fuck it hurt. He was so hard. He’d never been this worked up before, this aroused, never gone this long without release and he was in agony. He almost feared coming; it was going to be too much he suspected.
Slowly he began to move his hand up and down the length of his cock, hissing through his teeth at the pain. He knew he wasn’t going to last long; he’d been hard for hours. As he increased the pace, tightening his fingers around his shaft, he moved his lips up to Arissa’s neck. Gently he nibbled at her soft skin, feeling her shiver. His excitement was growing with every slide of his fist around his cock and when his fangs descended, he groaned, a deep throaty groan, before biting down on her neck, feeling the familiar pop of her vein.
As her sweet warm blood flowed into his mouth he heard her cry out and suddenly her hands were in his hair, tearing at the strands until he winced from the pain. He could smell her arousal, he could smell her come and that was enough to push him over the edge. With a tortured cry, he pulled away from her, his face contorting with the agony and the ecstasy as he started to come. Fuck it felt like his head was going to explode with every spurt of cum that pumped out of him. It was intense, overwhelming and almost too much to handle.
He could do little more than growl and groan through his release, only just managing to aim at the vanity as he kept coming. When he was finally done and he stood trembling from what was probably the most intense orgasm he’d ever had, he opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Arissa who was watching him intently.
He met her gaze for a moment, noticing her parted lips as she panted and the hectic colour in her cheeks. He couldn’t speak; in fact he couldn’t do anything right now. Fuck that was mind blowing, unlike anything he’d ever experienced before. The trouble was for all its intensity it had barely taken the edge of his desire and he was still hard. That wasn’t unusual, he was vampire and one release was rarely enough. Normally he’d just fuck the woman again or get her to take him in her mouth but that was out of the question with Arissa. He would have to take her home, then come and take himself in hand again and that would ease the pressure a bit.
He straightened, his eyes searching her face to try and gauge her reaction to what she’d just seen. She seemed alright, her features softened by her own climax and he reached out, tracing her full bottom lip with his fingertip.
“Are you ok baby? You seem subdued. Was that too much for you?”
“Was that too much? No, no Lucian. I...I liked that, it felt good. I like it when you bite me.” She whispered it like she was revealing some huge secret to him. “Are you ok? You looked like you were in pain. Were you in pain? You made a big mess.” She gestured towards the vanity.
He laughed softly. “It was very intense since I had been aroused for a long time, so yes it hurt a little but it felt very good too.” He cast an eye into the vanity and was surprised to see how much he had come.
“You are still hard though so how can it have been good for you?” She looked doubtful. “It’s because you would prefer to have sex isn’t it?”
Lucian took one of her small hands in his and raised it to his lips. “No baby, it was good, trust me. Of course I like sex, I love sex. I’m a man it’s normal, but I’m a vampire and we are rarely satisfied with just the one time. It’s ok, I will not force myself on you so please don’t worry.”
“I want to do it for you.” She said, her voice so soft even he with his more acute vampire hearing thought he’d made a mistake. Just when he thought he’d better ask her what she said, she raised her eyes, meeting his and said it again. “I want to do it for you but I’m not sure how to do it exactly. Father made me do…” Her voice trailed off when he tensed up, anger tightening his jaw.
“I don’t want to hear what
that bastard made you do. He forced himself upon you, he forced you to do things you didn’t want to do, and he forced you to do things he had no right asking his daughter to do to him. I am not him, I will never do that to you, I will never force myself on you. Why are you saying you want to do something for me now? I don’t want you to do something because you think it’s what I expect from you. I am perfectly capable of making myself come baby. I’ve had a lot of practice.” He said with a smile, trying to make light of the situation.
“I understand what you’re saying Lucian but I want to do it for you. I watched you and to see your face, your reaction, watching you come was…well...it was…I…I liked it.” Her face coloured with her embarrassment but he loved that about her. No matter how much it embarrassed her or how revealing it was, she was always so frank with him, so honest. It was a rare quality she possessed and again, fleetingly he wondered if he was worthy of someone like her.
Arissa
I stared at Lucian trying to read his expression, trying to work out what he thought of my suggestion. I don’t know where the offer had come from. It was just him; everything about him drew me to him, made me want him, or at least something from him.
I slipped off the vanity and took a step towards him, reaching out, my hand shaking and curled my fingers around him. The first thing that registered with me was he was cool. Not cold but definitely not warm. He really was vampire. I already knew that of course, but it was just another thing that proved it.
I slid my hand along the length of him, and god he was so big and thick. He felt huge in my hand. My fingers hit his piercings and I flicked them with my nails, hearing him gasp. My eyes shot to his to gauge his reaction but he simply stared down at my hand on him, watching what I was doing.
Tightening my fingers around him, I slid them up, over his piercings, sweeping my thumb across the swollen head of his cock. Again I glanced at him, but his focus was still on what I was doing, so I moved my hand down again, surprised at how smooth the skin was despite how rock hard he felt.
Gently I cupped his balls, testing the weight of them in my palm but his shirt got snagged on my hand and I shook it off impatiently. I wanted to take it off him but I wasn’t sure how he would react.
Tentatively I reached for his top button and when he didn’t do anything other than watch me, I popped it open and then the next, before boldly undoing them all and pushing the shirt off his shoulders. Lucian shook it free, letting it fall to the tiled floor and I got my first look at him, bare from the waist up.
Despite Lucian not wanting me to compare him to my father, my father was all I had as a comparison. Whereas he’d been flabby with a protruding belly and hair, lots of hair over his chest and back, Lucian was smooth and muscled. He only had a light spattering of hair over his chest which narrowed down to a thin strip on his stomach leading straight to his cock. He wasn’t very hairy there either and it looked suspiciously like he trimmed the hair around it since it just looked too neat, too groomed.
Curious as to how he felt, I raised my hands and smoothed the palms over his shoulders feeling the play of muscles under my fingers. His skin was surprisingly soft and unable to resist, I moved around him to run my hands over his back and saw it. He was tattooed, a huge tattoo of a wild cat paw with claw marks. The claw marks were a bit freaky since they looked so realistic, like he’d really been torn apart by a wild cat. Fascinated by it, I ran my fingers over his smooth skin, tracing the detail of his tattoo.
He had a beautiful back, broad through the shoulders and a narrow waist. He shifted and when he did, I watched the muscles ripple and my heart began to beat faster. God he really did have a beautiful back but then everything about Lucian was beautiful. He was altering my perception of men. At the hands of my father, I’d learned to fear, loathe and feel repulsed by men but Lucian made me feel none of those things. He excited me, I was attracted to him, despite everything, despite my past, I was drawn to him in ways I’d never have expected. For the first time in my life, I wanted to put my hands on a man.
I stepped around him again, meeting his eyes briefly but he simply watched me, saying nothing and feeling a little bit brave I bent forward to kiss his chest. He gave a soft groan but otherwise didn’t react, so again I kissed him, this time one kiss over each nipple. They were so different to mine, flat, small but when I touched them, I saw them harden into little peaks.
“Baby, you’re killing me here and yes I know, I’m already dead but your touch is driving me crazy. I want you as you can plainly see. You’re testing my self-control so I’m not sure how much more I can take.”
Instead of his words frightening me, they excited me. I closed a hand around his rigid cock again, and began to work it in and out of my fist the way I’d watched him do it to himself earlier. He tensed, groaning but after a moment or two, I felt him thrusting into my hand. His fingers latched onto the vanity unit again and I suspected that he was close to making another mess in his pretty bathroom.
I stole a look at him through the mirror and found him with his eyes closed and his head thrown back, his arousal clearly showing on his face. Watching him, fascinated by the expressions flitting over his beautiful features and knowing it was me that was having this effect on him, I moved my hand faster, my fingers tightening around him, and he responded, his hips jerky as he thrust into my firm grip.
“Oh fuck baby, baby, I’m so close. If you don’t want to do this, you can stop. Do you want to stop?” I shook my head and he groaned, a deep throaty groan that instantly pulled at me, sending a bolt of pleasure between my legs.
I could feel him starting to shake and I worked him even faster through my hand watching as a bead of fluid wept from the head of his cock. I rolled my thumb over it, wiping it away only for it to be replaced by another drop, hanging there, a blatant indication of how tenuous his control was. He groaned again, louder and as I watched him, I saw his lips pull back in a kind of grimace and his fangs descended giving me my first proper look at them.
Suddenly his eyes opened and I felt him buck, his movements unco-ordinated and under my hand, his cock jerked just before the first shot of cum pumped out and into the vanity. He began swearing and groaning, his movements out of control and I watched him, not at all fearful, just mesmerised by him as he pumped shot after shot out, some hitting the mirror, some in the basin and the last of his creamy release ran over my hand.
When the restless movements of his hips had stopped and he was calmer except for a fine tremor that ran through him, I lifted my hand to stare at his cum on my skin.
Suddenly curious, I lifted my hand to my nose and breathed in its scent before sticking out my tongue and tasting it. The taste was not what I had expected. I remembered what father’s tasted like and it hadn’t been nice. Not really bad but I’d dreaded it when he’d wanted me to take him in my mouth. Lucian tasted sweet, surprisingly sweet.
He was so quiet, eerily quiet and I glanced up, surprised and a little embarrassed to find him watching me, his eyes filled with desire. “Oh god baby, watching you do that. To see you taste my cum and smell it, is incredibly erotic to me, it’s fucking hot. You have to stop this or you’re going to make me hard again.”
At his words I blushed then looked down, and was surprised to see he was softer. I’d done it, I’d aroused him and I’d been able to make him come.
“Let me dress you. You have perfect breasts and I don’t need anything more tonight to have me wanting you again. Seeing these.” He cupped them in his hands, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples. “Is very distracting.” He said handing me my bra. Once I’d fastened it he gently helped me back into my dress zipping me up again.
I met his eyes, suddenly shy after all that had happened and when I looked away, I was confronted by the evidence of Lucian’s desire for me splattered all over his vanity. Hot colour flooded my cheeks, I literally didn’t know where to look.
I felt his finger hook my chin and he forced me to look at him, his eyes searching mine before he
lowered his head and kissed me. It was just a gentle kiss, a mere touching of his lips to mine but it was enough to make my heart rate kick up a notch.
“Are you tired baby?” He asked when he straightened again. “It’s getting late, not that far off dawn really.”
“How can you tell? There’s no clock in here and you’re not wearing a watch.”
He grinned. “Years of practice. I can instinctively tell. Come on let’s get out of this bathroom.”
“But what about….?” I pointed to the vanity.
“Don’t you worry about it, I’ll clean up later. Come on.” He took my hand and led me from the bathroom. “If you’re tired I’ll walk you home or if you want to stay?”
“I can’t. I’d better go. I don’t want Daisy worrying about me if she wakes and I’m not there.” I stepped into my shoes and attempted to smooth my hair with my hands. I didn’t want what we’d been doing to be obvious just in case I ran into my employer in the house.
“You look beautiful baby. Stop fussing with your hair. Mrs Appleby will be asleep, but if she wakes I’m sure she’s not going to chastise you like a naughty school girl for being out so late. You’re not a child.” He said as he slipped his shirt back on and tucked himself into his jeans before carefully pulling the zip up.
I blushed when he caught me watching him and he reached out dragging me into his arms. He didn’t kiss me as I anticipated, instead his lips went straight to my neck, nibbling down the length of it and I braced myself ready for his bite but there was nothing. I couldn’t even feel his fangs and when he breathed deeply against my skin I realised he wasn’t going to bite me after all.
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