Once Bitten

by Lisette Ashton

  He roared with fury.

  The blonde was pushed away and he called for the other two women to join us on the table. Again, he commanded them with a series of gestures and grunted instructions. Aside from snapping his fingers and pointing dramatically he didn’t properly articulate any command. Yet the blondes were obedient and, clearly meeting with Carlos’s approval, the three quickly surround me so that one lay with her face over mine and the other two knelt on all fours with their pussies above my face.

  ‘You have had your last chance,’ he announced. ‘Now I will let you see what you could have enjoyed.’

  Bitterly, I stared at the sea of naked feminine flesh that threatened to drown me. I watched Carlos’s cock push into the face of the blonde above me, and I was given a close-up view of her mouth encircling his girth as she sucked and licked his erection.

  He snatched himself from her mouth and pushed his shaft into the pussy of the blonde on my right. Her sex lips parted easily for him. Her labia slurped around his length and I watched him drive inside until his balls obscured the view of their coupling. Carlos rode her briskly and with dry enthusiasm. When he tore himself away from her, snatching a satisfied grunt, I saw his length was silvered by the woman’s copious musk.

  He wrapped his fist around the shaft of his wet cock and pushed it into the blonde on my left. This was the woman he had penetrated in the rear. Again, he slipped effortlessly into her sphincter. There was no change in delicacy between him using one woman’s mouth, another’s pussy or the third’s anus. He continued to ride each as though it was has right to plough vigorously into female flesh with no sensitivity for how the woman beneath him was responding or whether or not she wanted his penetration.

  I clenched the muscles of my thighs tight, wishing I had relented and begged for him to satisfy me. I turned a pleading expression on the blonde above me. She smiled sadly, her thick eyelashes fluttering over the expression. The ripe scent of Carlos’s pre-come lay on her breath and that fragrance was a maddening spur to my arousal. Aching with the desire for release I was almost thankful that I couldn’t see her eyes when Carlos pushed his shaft back into her mouth.

  ‘You could have had any one of these pleasures,’ Carlos laughed. ‘If you had asked me nicely you could have had all these pleasures. But you chose to be a stubborn little bitch.’

  His voice sounded as though it was coming from a thousand miles above me. I wondered if it was possible to grow insane from sexual frustration, or if I had reached a point where my arousal was going to take me past the brink of orgasm regardless of whether or not I had physical stimulation. The idea was absurd but unshakeable once I began to dwell on it.

  Carlos seemed to know each time I shifted my gaze. Whenever I looked to the right he was pushing his length into the gaping pussy that waited there. When I turned to the left he was thrusting into the tight ring of that blonde’s anus. Each time I stared directly upward, his cock filled the mouth of the blonde that faced me. ‘All you had to do was beg,’ he laughed.

  I said nothing and braced myself to endure the torment.

  But it never seemed to end.

  After the first hour Carlos demanded that the women change positions. He continued to use them, fastidiously ensuring my face was always close by so I could witness every graphic detail. I grew dizzy with thirst and hunger, sweated from the threat of sunlight outside the dining room window, and continually battled against my own desire to beg him.

  An hour later, Carlos demanded the blondes change position again and this time he rode them with renewed vigour. Every thrust was forceful. Each time he bucked his hips forward the entire length of his shaft disappeared in an anus, a mouth or a pussy. The blondes groaned, screamed and sighed with satisfaction. Their climaxes spattered musk against my brow, over my closed eyes, and into my mouth.

  The session ended with Carlos’s climax.

  I had wondered which of the lucky women would receive his ejaculation when it came. It had seemed like a mad thing to ponder at the time but, watching his shaft slide in and out, the answer had nagged at my curiosity. Despite the fact that I now loathed Carlos, I understood he had a sexual prowess that bordered on being legendary. I watched him push into each woman with increasing urgency and, every time I saw his length disappear up to the balls, I was convinced I was watching him on the verge of exploding.

  He pushed deep into the mouth of blonde above me.

  She gagged as the length brushed the back of her throat. He held himself there for an instant and then pushed out to plunge into the pussy to my right. He forced himself so deep the blonde screamed with a combination of agony and delight.

  I was certain I could see his sac tighten and felt sure this was the moment when he had climaxed. But he pulled himself out of her and plunged into the anus of the blonde on my left. His entire frame trembled with the effort and, this time I thought, he had to have climaxed.

  There was no alternative possible in my mind.

  But he pulled himself from her with his length still large and erect.

  Gripping his cock tight in one fist he said, ‘Thank you ladies. It was a delight to pleasure you all.’ And then his length spat an arcing jet over the face of the woman above me.

  I watched him grip his shaft tighter, point the end at the blonde to my left, and then release a spatter of semen over her buttocks. If he had been aiming for her sphincter I thought the shot was particularly accurate because he managed to daub the taut muscle with a flood of white fluid.

  And then he was pointing his cock at the remaining blonde.

  He showered her labia with the remainder of his come. Tears of bold, white semen dribbled down the flushed lips of her sex.

  A handful of droplets fell on my face.

  I was sickened by the knowledge that I could have been satisfied, like any of the women surrounding me, if I had not been so rigid on my refusal to beg. That thought was still clanging miserably through my mind when the blondes climbed slowly away from the table and left me alone in the dining room with Carlos. Even though I had done nothing except lay down for the past few hours, I couldn’t find the energy or enthusiasm to move. It wasn’t until Carlos demanded that I get off the dining table that I struggled to turn and face him.

  ‘Your determination is a challenge,’ Carlos laughed.

  I climbed from the table and collapsed in a chair. My flesh was sticky and I stank of the sweat from other people’s sex. If I had climaxed, the stench would have sickened me. Because I still resided in a limbo of desperate need, I thought the perfume was intoxicating and arousing.

  Carlos appeared oblivious to my smouldering need.

  ‘One way or another, I will break your determination. But now is not the time.’ His smile was tight, as though he possessed a secret that would crush me when it was revealed. The expression made me distinctly uneasy.

  ‘You have obeyed my conditions and spent a day in my service,’ he declared. ‘It has been entertaining to watch you squirm. Now you are free to leave here if you wish while I go and shower in readiness for tonight’s dramatic and heroic rescue of Melinda.’

  I trembled, not sure I could move now I had relaxed in the chair. I was weak with the need for climax and my legs felt so limp I didn’t think I would be able to stand when I tried.

  ‘Do you want to beg me for something before I go to the shower?’ he taunted.

  ‘Where are the blondes?’ I asked calmly.

  I wanted Carlos but I refused to give him the pleasure of hearing those words. The blondes, I knew, would be able to help release the knot of frustration that was tied in my stomach. I searched his face, silently pleading with him. ‘May I see your harem for an hour before we…’

  ‘No!’ The word came out in an abrupt denial. He held up a single finger and then shook it didactically in my face. ‘They are no longer available to you,’ he said sternly. ‘You can either beg for my cock now. Or you can pleasure yourself with your own hand.’

  He grinned nastily, as th
ough he understood my fingers would be of little use against the hard ball of frustration in the pit of my stomach. When I shook my head, deliberately defying him, his expression of triumph briefly faltered.

  ‘Fine,’ Carlos grunted. ‘You have an hour before we begin our rescue. Masturbate, if that is what you think will satisfy you. Leave here, prowl the streets and seduce some man who might be able to give you what you crave.’ He made the prospect sound as though it was a poor substitute for the pleasure he could offer. ‘Find pleasure wherever you will. But know that you will not enjoy the same satisfaction that Carlos san Miguel could have provided.’ Heading to the door he paused, turned back to face me and said, ‘But one day soon, you will beg me and then I will show you the true meaning of satisfaction.’

  He slammed the door behind himself.

  There was only one possible solution to satiate my arousal and I staggered to the dining room telephone and quickly dialled. As I picked out the numbers, I grudgingly conceded that I was using my fingers to satisfy my arousal, only not in the way that Carlos had instructed. And, when a woman’s voice answered on the third ring, I bawled instructions as though I was imitating Carlos’s cruellest and most domineering attitude.

  Chapter Twenty

  I pounced on Christine as soon as her car arrived. Pulling the door open, pushing myself inside, I didn’t allow her to say a word about the fact that I was naked, or ask any questions about how I had spent my day. My mouth engulfed hers and I took her in an embrace that was so demanding it scared us both. As my tongue plunged between her lips I began to push the jacket from her shoulders and fumble with the buttons of her blouse.

  ‘Tessa?’ she spluttered. ‘Darling? Whatever is the matter?’

  ‘Later,’ I promised. ‘We’ll talk later.’

  ‘Am I really so irresistible?’ she laughed.

  ‘We’ll talk later,’ I said firmly.

  Her breasts were exposed and I fell on them hungrily. I didn’t know if I was licking, sucking, nibbling or biting. I only knew that I had to have the woman in my embrace. Her flesh was soft, yielding, fragrant and pliant. The stiff nipple in my mouth throbbed with a desire that almost matched the ferocity of my arousal.

  Christine struggled between the choice of removing her clothes, caressing my body, or simply giving into my need for her. Eventually, although it clearly went against the grain of her dominant personality, she lay back and allowed me to control events at my own urgent pace.

  Naked she was divine.

  Carlos’s blondes had a sultry charm that I knew would always stir my arousal. And Mel had excited me with my first taste of another woman. But none of those women matched the resplendent perfection of Christine’s naked body. Her red hair and austere features made her look like a goddess. With her full breasts, narrow waist and painfully flat stomach she looked like the woman I imagined I wanted to be.

  She certainly looked like the woman I wanted in that moment.

  Even without clothes she appeared dominant and commanding. And, knowing that she was mine, to use as I pleased, was more arousing than anything I had ever known.

  I sucked against her nipple until she moaned.

  The light outside the car was quickly darkening, reminding me that my time with her was limited. And yet, while that forced me to work swiftly, I was determined not to hurry. I needed satisfaction and I wanted it to properly sate all my needs.

  She pulled me awkwardly into her embrace across the rear seat of the limousine. Her hips pushed up to meet my pelvis and I rubbed myself dryly against her. The scratch of her pubic curls was a glorious caress against the bare flesh of my sex. Frenzied with lust, I silently wished she had an erection I could use. It occurred to me that her driver would not be averse to joining us but, in that moment, I didn’t have the time or the patience to include him in my immediate demands.

  I moved my mouth from her right breast to the left.

  She cradled my head as I suckled against her. The intimacy of the moment was not lost on me and added to the excitement of the moment. I sucked hard until she gasped with pained delight and then I decided I wanted more.

  ‘Let me eat you,’ Christine begged.

  The thought of her tongue against my pussy lips was too tempting to refuse. I nodded and slid easily against her. We changed positions so my mouth hovered over her sex and my pussy was pushed into her face.

  The warm caress of a tongue stroked my labia.

  I was delighted to feel her lips press tiny kisses against the pulse of my clit. The welling knot of frustrated pleasure remained tight in my stomach – tighter than it had been before. But I knew Christine would release the orgasm that I needed to purge the dull and desperate ache.

  I considered kissing her sex, and tasting the rich fluid of her musk. But I held myself still, waiting for the burst of the climax that threatened to surge from my loins. The tension in the car was thick and electric. I silently willed her to kiss my pussy again so I could know the satisfaction I craved.

  Christine pulled away from me.

  ‘Tessa! Darling!’ she exclaimed. There was so much despair in her voice I was momentarily dragged from my thoughts of arousal. She stared in horror at the tattoo on my thigh. One hand fluttered over her mouth to cover her shock. ‘What have you done, darling?’

  I fixed her with a defensive glare. ‘I made a deal with Carlos.’

  She rolled her eyes. ‘Didn’t I warn you Carlos can’t be trusted?’

  I released an impatient breath. ‘Yes,’ I agreed. ‘And I don’t trust him. I’ve just enlisted his help for the rescue of my friend.’

  ‘But you’re wearing his mark,’ Christine complained.

  It was an argument I didn’t want to have. Not with Christine. I needed her to satisfy my raging desire. I didn’t want her clucking like a mother hen and telling me I was a naughty girl for getting a tattoo. ‘It’s no big deal,’ I grunted, trying to push my sex over her face. ‘It will come off with surgery.’

  ‘You silly little tart!’ Christine forced herself from beneath me. ‘It won’t come off until Carlos decrees it can come off.’ Pointing at her own thigh, forcing me to stare at a patch of flesh that was paler than the rest of her whey-coloured skin, she said, ‘Where do you think this mark came from?’

  I blinked, shocked to think of Christine submitting to Carlos. Trying to be positive I said, ‘Doesn’t that prove I’m right? You got rid of yours, didn’t you?’

  Her nods of agreement were made brittle with anger. ‘Yes. I got rid of the damned thing. But I only got rid of it because Carlos allowed me to remove the tattoo. And I’m still paying the price with the damned community service I’m doing.’

  I wanted to hear her explanation but I knew there was no time. My arousal hadn’t yet been satiated and Carlos had only given me an hour before I was due back at his home to begin Mel’s rescue. Nevertheless, despite the fact I didn’t have time to listen, Christine seemed determined to talk.

  ‘It’s not a tattoo,’ she explained. She placed her fingers over the mark on my thigh and shivered. ‘It’s a Sumerian power symbol. There’s no ink in there. It’s only coloured by the blackness of Carlos’s will.’

  I shrank from that thought.

  In a different lifetime, a lifetime when I wasn’t a vampire, I would have dismissed the concept as ridiculous. But since I had seen comets trail my name across the skies, and listened to owls discussing chart lyrics, the idea of a tattoo being coloured by someone’s will did not seem so outrageous.

  Christine sighed. ‘As long as Carlos is alive, or until he decides differently, that tattoo will remain on your thigh and he will exert some form of control over you.’

  ‘How did you get rid of yours?’

  She blushed and lowered her gaze. ‘I did a favour for Carlos,’ she admitted. ‘I turned one of the council’s seers into a vampire. It annoyed the council – seers stop seeing when they become vampires – hence their anger and the sentence of community service.’ She sounded as though she
was trying to brush over the subject but I got the impression she had suffered badly because of the action. If there had been more time I could have forced her to recount all the embarrassing details and taken pleasure from watching her squirm.

  ‘Why did Carlos want you to transform a seer into a vampire?’

  ‘I never thought to ask. I was too busy drinking the seer dry and thanking my good fortune that I had found an easy way out from beneath Carlos’s control.’

  My thoughts were suddenly hyperactive as I realised a glimpse of a larger picture was almost within my grasp. Something was amiss, and I had the paranoid feeling more things were occurring than I had noticed. But the exact details remained fuzzy, like an out-of-focus picture, or a drunken recollection of a good party.

  The tattoo on my thigh started to burn.

  Without thinking, I scratched at it.

  Christine lifted my fingers away.

  ‘Don’t scratch it, darling. Just accept it until we can get it removed.’

  ‘But it itches,’ I complained. I could have added that it hadn’t bothered me until she had made such a big deal about the mark being coloured by Carlos’s will, but I knew the words would have sounded petty.

  ‘Let me help you forget about the itch,’ she suggested.

  And then her mouth was back against my sex.

  The distraction of the tattoo was put aside as she licked, lapped and sucked against my pussy. Her tongue repeatedly slipped into the velvet wetness of my hole and I knew she was going to take me to orgasm.

  After all the pleasures I had enjoyed since becoming a vampire I was still surprised by the ferocious greed of my arousal. I pinned Christine to the rear seat of the limousine and forced my pussy over her face. Pushing my head down between her legs, delighted to be able to savour the moist split of her cleft, I plunged my tongue inside her as she thrilled me with a fast and furious climax.

  The pleasure was so intense I wanted to scream. My stomach ached from the barrage of joy that flooded through my being. The urge to sob, shriek and batter myself against her was so powerful it almost surpassed my need for another orgasm. But the need for further satisfaction eventually won through. I pushed my sex back over her face, panted breathlessly and gasped, ‘Again, Christine. Please. Do it again.’