The Vampire´s Secret Baby

by Jasmine Wylder

  Cara had hoped to talk to Marco himself about her party plans, but he was unavailable and Mrs. Caulfield thought it unwise anyway. If Marco knew there was someone new in charge of everything, then he would be scrutinizing it all even closer than normal.

  Since the party was to celebrate the recent travels on Marco’s yacht, Cara had decided on a “port of call” themed party. There would be music, food, dancers, and entertainment from all over the world. Trinidad dancers with huge dresses and tiny costumes, a DJ playing the same house music currently being played in Ibiza, Sevruga caviar from the Aegean Sea, octopus and tuna served in the Japanese style.

  She spent most of the night planning, creating ideas and laying out plans. As the new day dawned she began to see exactly what the name Marco Martinez meant in Miami.

  Each new place she called she expected to be turned down, chastened for her last minute requests. But people responded immediately. Other companies canceled previous engagements and didn't bat an eyelash to make room for a Marco Martinez event.

  When caterers, dancers, musicians, even a fire eater were all set in place by seven that evening, it was like magic. Though terrified of Marco and his reaction to her work, Cara felt in her element. She was good at this.

  She slipped on the dress she’d left Vegas in, the knee high boots that cost more than she now got paid in a month, plumped her lips with a bright red lipstick and went down to the kitchen.

  The smells were heavenly. Food was everywhere. Cara smiled at the many people populating the kitchen.

  “Guests have begun to arrive,” Mrs. Caulfield looked at Cara. “Everything seems to be in order.”

  Cara wondered if this was the closest Mrs. Caulfield got to give a compliment.

  “Would you like to go out with me? I’d like to get the tango dancers ready for the opening dance.” Cara pushed her hands out like a tango dancer hoping to see Mrs. Caulfield smile but it was of no use.

  "I suppose I should just be in the way out there, I'll stay here, for now, help get food out and whatnot." Mrs. Caulfield nodded to herself and immediately went to the door where a fresh bundle of delicacies were being brought in.

  Cara walked out into the warm night air. The sound of music and people chattering was soothing. She made her way around the back patio, looked toward the dock where island dancers were beginning an easy rhythm into the early evening air. Cara had planned for the lighter music and dancing to begin the evening, the DJ would start inside in a few hours.

  Despite it being his party, Cara didn’t see Marco Martinez anywhere. She watched guests laugh and talk, she watched women sensually eat the food they were handed, and men robustly place hands and mouths on their women.

  Cara watched everything with a keen interest. She’d always been in the mix of things and it was different, almost wonderful, to be on the outside looking in.

  After the first two hours went by Cara began to breathe more easily. Things were going very well. The food was excellent and there was no shortage of things to eat or bottles of the best champagne.

  “You don’t look like you’re having a very good time,” the voice came from behind her and Cara turned to look at the speaker. The man was standing in a shadow and Cara squinted into the darkness.

  “I’m having a wonderful time—and you?” Cara asked into the darkness.

  “Come closer,” the man’s voice was low and powerful. Cara felt at once that she could not disobey anything it might ask and moved toward him despite a deep thudding in her chest. “I’ve never seen you before.”

  “I’m new to Miami,” Cara could see the man’s outline and the glow of his eyes.

  “Yes, I can see that. You are exquisite.” The voice was hungry and ferocious and the word exquisite made Cara put a hand to her chest. The man walked closer toward her and Cara felt incapable of walking away. Though everything in her body told her to draw back, to tend to her party, she leaned forward anyway.

  The man's lips were hot, they tasted Cara fully. He breathed her in and Cara felt helpless to pull away. She immediately wanted this man. There was something addictive, and completely necessary to her survival in him.

  Cara opened her eyes. The eyes that looked back were changing color. Deep gray turned to violet and then to orange.

  "You're Marco Martinez," Cara said instantly recognizing the eyes of a dragon.

  Chapter Three

  “Why do you think that?” the man paused in his pursuit of her. He looked at her carefully.

  Cara could not tell him that she knew his deepest secret because then she would have to tell him why she knew. His smell reached her nostrils, masculine, and musky. A sweetly spiced scent that made her wet with longing. Cara moved forward and kissed the hungry mouth again, pushing away his question.

  “Come,” he pulled back once more and turned into the darkness behind him. Cara watched his silhouette move away from her and she felt as if she were being physically pulled after him. Her thighs slid together as she walked, her breasts bounced. Her body felt connected to his despite the distance between them.

  Cara watched as he went to a bookcase, suddenly the bookcase was opening. She walked behind him into a secret office and the hidden door automatically closed behind her.

  Marco turned and Cara felt intoxicated by his presence. His smell made her want to bite into him, to fling herself on top of him, but she stood her ground.

  “Are you willing to risk everything?” Marco growled the words deeply and Cara felt a shiver run through her spine.

  “And more,” Cara whispered back. She felt his breath linger on the back of his neck. His fingers moved along her lower back dipping to the firm, large expanse of her ass.

  The crazy thing is, she thought, that I am willing to risk everything for this. Cara was surprised to realize that, without knowing him, she was willing to do anything for him.

  His fingers continued around her backside, then he was standing behind her, his body pressed to hers.

  “You are such a woman, all curves, all ass…smooth lines,” his fingers ran up her body. Over her arms and down the curve of her breasts, “I could get lost in this skin.”

  Cara opened her mouth and dragged in a ragged breath. She felt him growing hard against her ass. He was huge, the feel of him made her subconsciously move her legs apart. She was giving herself over willingly.

  “I have a feeling you couldn’t get lost anywhere,” Cara turned to face him and as she did the top of her dress fell lightly around her waist. She hadn’t even felt him untying her dress but she didn’t raise her hands or cover her breasts now. She felt the air of the room on her bare skin. Her nipples hardened with desire.

  Cara felt that she had never been so attracted to anyone in her life. As if Marco's fiery eyes were casting a spell. His hand reached out and touched her bare breast. His thumb flicked back and forth over her nipple then his fingers pinched into her flesh.

  Her body was supple beneath his fingers and Cara leaned into Marco, showing him that he was entitled to all of her.

  Marco’s fingers dipped to the ends of her dress. He pulled the light fabric up over her plump thighs and ass. Cara had worn a little lace thong and Marco’s hand went to the thin edge of it, snapping the fabric free of her body.

  Marco reached down and lifted Cara’s legs, pulling her body up around him. Her skin was sticky on his. His fingers kneaded into the thick flesh of her ass and Cara felt a ragged gasp flow out of her as his fingers trailed over her most sensitive flesh, around her clit, then inside of her.

  “You’re going to make me come,” Cara was startled by the intense reaction of her body.

  “I think that’s the point,” Marco smiled at her. His fingers moved over her clit and he pressed her back into the wall. He was stronger than any man she’d ever met. He held her like she weighed nothing.

  Cara gasped as her first orgasm rocked over her body. She’d been unprepared for it, surprised by the ferocity of her body’s reaction and the intensity this man created w
ithin her.

  “Don’t worry, it isn’t over yet,” Marco smiled and Cara felt his head and hair with her hands. Marco’s mouth came to hers. He lowered her body down the wall and she felt his huge cock penetrate her.

  She pulled her head back to watch his animal instincts at work as he moved inside of her. Marco smiled at the look on her face then moved his lips down her neck. His body moved perfectly, making her gasp for air.

  Cara felt flashes of heat, saw colors peel over her vision. She looked into his eyes as they changed back to violet and then to gray. Marco’s muscles rippled underneath of her. She felt his strong arms around her, his fingers holding onto her flesh, moving her on top of him.

  A shot of incredible pleasure rippled through her body and Cara tilted her head back with an inhalation, “Yes.”

  “What would you give for this?” Marco’s voice was hot in her ear.

  “Anything,” Cara exhaled the word and the feeling continued to build in her body. She was overwhelmed with ecstasy, her body threatening a second orgasm at any moment.

  “Anything?” Marco repeated the word.

  “Everything,” Cara sucked in her breath and as she did she felt herself tumble over the edge into paradise… oblivion… completion. Marco followed, coming inside of her.

  Cara closed her eyes and felt his warm liquid moving through her. She needed this, wanted this forever. She’d never felt so much at one time.

  When her feet were back on the floor, Cara was not at all sure that her legs would support her weight, or that her body would do anything she asked of it again.

  Marco placed one last long kiss on Cara’s lips, “We’d probably better go out at different times.”

  The shock of his words, of being plunged back out into that other world, away from Marco, was bracing. Cara lifted herself up straight and tried to look like she’d expected it, that she wasn’t horribly surprised or upset at the prospect of leaving this man while she was still reeling from her last orgasm.

  “Right,” she tried to make her mind work. “I’ll just…” she gestured vaguely at the secret door, her hands trying to move everything back into place, but it didn’t help. Cara felt like her head was somewhere else entirely, like she’d taken some strange drug and might never come down off of this high.

  “Just this way,” Marco opened the door and nearly pushed Cara back out into the night. Alone.

  Cara walked out of the office, wondering if anyone had seen her. She felt strangely vulnerable without her panties as if everyone at the party could tell what she had just been doing. A tingle ran up through her body and she remembered how unexpected that first orgasm had been…and then the second. Cara shivered.

  "Oh, I was just looking for you. The DJ wanted to know if he should get started now or if you wanted to wait until the dancers outside have finished." Mrs. Caulfield was suddenly next to her and Cara wondered if the other woman could smell the sex coming off of her.

  "Now is good," Cara smiled. She ran a hand through her hair then down over the edges of her skirt, making sure that everything was in order.

  Cara watched Mrs. Caulfield's eyes move behind her and she could feel in the air what the older woman was looking at. The heat and energy from Marco's body were like an electric current, affecting everything around it.

  “In fact, I’ll just go tell the DJ myself,” Cara walked forward into the crowd away from Mrs. Caulfield’s appraising eyes and away from the throbbing energy of Marco.

  The night was almost perfect. Hours had passed since her encounter with Marco but she looked for him every time she walked into a new room. Sometimes he was in the middle of serious conversation, sometimes laughing. Cara watched his sharp eyes that changed color ever so slightly as the night wore on. She watched his chiseled features. He was the most confident man she’d ever seen and she imagined him capable of anything… good or bad.

  Each time her eyes found his strong impenetrable presence in the room, she waited for him to turn to her, to feel her gaze lingering on him… but he never did. He seemed immune to her stare, immune to the other people in the room.

  When the night was winding down she went in search of him once more, thinking with longing of a repeat of what had happened only a few hours ago in his office. Her body broke out in small shivers just thinking about his fingers, his eyes, his tongue.

  It was going on three in the morning and the music was slowing down. Cara could barely stand in her high-heeled boots for a moment longer. She smiled absently at a few wandering guests making their way to the front of the house.

  “I won’t let you go so easily,” the voice came from behind her and Cara turned towards the whispered words. She recognized the voice but the words were not meant for her. She watched as two figures walked through the glass door and onto the patio by the pool. Marco was standing next to a tall thin blonde.

  Cara’s heart sank. Marco leaned forward, pushing the woman’s hair out of her face and pulled her into a kiss. His hand floated over the woman’s legs and dipped up under her dress.

  “He’s a feral one, always chasing something,” Mrs. Caulfield’s voice surprised Cara and she turned away from the sight of Marco and his new woman.

  “I’m sorry?” Cara wondered if her stricken feelings had been showing all over her face.

  Mrs. Caulfield sighed, “Maria left his employment because she didn’t understand that he could never be with one woman. She became… obsessed by it, by him, and his way with women.” Mrs. Caulfield’s look wasn’t reprimanding or cruel and Cara let herself stop pretending.

  Marco had made her feel like she was the only woman alive like she was the only one in the world who had made him feel such powerful desire and need. But maybe she had just been projecting her own feelings onto him. Cara turned away from the sight of Marco with the other woman.

  Mrs. Caulfield put her cool hands on Cara’s arms and turned her back toward the couple.

  “Just remember,” Mrs. Caulfield held Cara in place for a long moment as Marco lifted the woman and tossed her in the pool. Marco laughed loudly before jumping in after her.

  The hands loosened around Cara’s arms and Mrs. Caulfield patted her gently, “You did good work tonight.”

  The kind words from the tight-laced woman almost made Cara’s recent feelings of desperate sadness better.

  “Let’s go clean up, shall we?” Mrs. Caulfield smiled and walked away toward the kitchen.

  Cara gave one last took to the couple in the pool then she followed Mrs. Caulfield toward the kitchen.

  Chapter Four

  Cara tried her best not to think of Marco but it was useless. She watched as he went out with other women on his yacht for a long lunch, saw him arrive home late at night with a red head who cackled when she laughed.

  The staff was not allowed in the main house when Marco or guests were in unless needed for a particular task. So, Cara found herself cleaning during the times when Marco was out of the house for business or on pleasure. She cleaned dirty towels smudged with mascara, retrieved sets of champagne glasses with lipstick rings, she pulled tousled and perfumed sheets off the bed trying not to think of what had happened in them the night before.

  It was more than two weeks after the big party and Cara was just finishing her lunch when Mrs. Caulfield pulled her aside.

  "Mr. Martinez would like to see you in his office when you have a minute," Mrs. Caulfield's eyes flicked to Cara's then looked to the other staff that mercifully stood out of earshot.

  “Did he say why?” Cara was wearing the cleaning uniform Mrs. Caulfield had given her and she wondered if she should change into something more seductive. She’d all but given up hope that Marco remembered or knew who she was anymore.

  “No he didn’t, and you can just go as you are.” Mrs. Caulfield must have been able to read Cara’s face and Cara blushed at the thought.

  Cara nodded and left that wing of the house moving to the main house. She wasn’t at all sure if she would remember how the hidden
office worked… or had he been talking about the other office, the one he used when anyone came to visit and they had business to discuss.

  Walking down the hall she took a chance and went walking toward the bookshelves. It felt strange now, in daylight. Marco was hidden away somewhere close by and she was destined to wonder, looking for him. A thrill ran through her body as she thought of him ripping off her clothes, immediately putting his lips on her neck, his hands brushing over her body.

  Then she thought of all the other women he'd seen since that night. All the many women he'd slept with brought rushes of ecstasy and multiple orgasms to. All those women since the night he'd made Cara… she took a deep breath, it was probably best not to remember.

  What she needed to do was relax—she was getting far too excited. This was Marco she was thinking about, the man who could keep her safe, the only one who could. She couldn’t jeopardize that. Sleeping with him once was a mistake that she couldn’t afford to make again.

  Just as she was trying to look for some sort of handle or knob Marco walked by.

  “What are you doing?” He stopped at the end of the hall.

  "I was just coming to see you, Mrs. Caulfield said…" For one horrifying moment, Cara thought she might have to explain who she was, that he'd slept with her in that very office only a few weeks ago.

  “Walk with me…” He nodded his head for her to move in his direction. Cara turned away from the books and walked just behind Marco through the hall. Marco held the side door open for Cara to walk through then he followed behind her.

  Cara followed his lead out to a little garden path that walked along the waterfront and eventually to Marco’s private beach. A flash of Marco taking Cara in the sand, fucking her in the open, under the daytime sky, made Cara inhale sharply.

  “So Linda says you arranged everything for our “port of call” party… she says you did it on very little notice.”

  Of all the things she had expected him to say, this was the very last. She’d imagined perhaps dirty sexual words, or something about her working for him, or really anything… Since the party had been so long ago now, Cara assumed that it was smoothly over, the old party planner would take up her old job, and Cara would never be spoken to about it again.