Venice Vampyr - The Beginning (Novellas 1 - 3)

by Tina Folsom

  She’d never allowed any of her lovers to tie her up, yet despite the dominant position Lorenzo had taken above her, she felt no fear. Her heartbeat kicked up nevertheless, but a much more powerful emotion was its catapult: lust. As she trailed her gaze down from his strong chest muscles to his flat stomach, and then lower still to his hard length, her mouth went dry at the beautiful sight. Like a stalk it jutted out, purple veins snaking around it like vines crawling up a castle wall. Its head glistened with moisture coming from the slit on its tip.

  Bianca inhaled his scent, so male and more virile than that of any man she’d ever known. During the many hours they’d spent together in his bed, he’s shown her over and over that his sexual prowess was limitless.

  “Time to fulfill your duties as my mistress,” he continued and scooted up her body, bringing his cock closer to her mouth. “Or have you decided you don’t want to be my mistress anymore? If that’s the case, say the word, and I’ll release you.”

  Bianca breathed a sigh of relief: he was only teasing her. But with his next words she realized that escape was not an option.

  “Of course, then you’ll have to leave my house.”

  Reality slammed into her. She couldn’t leave. There were still areas in the house she hadn’t searched, and under no circumstances would she leave without her treasure.

  Bianca swallowed her pride and gave him a coquettish smile. “If you want me to suck you, my master, then you’ll have to come a little closer—” She jerked at her restraints. “—given that I can’t put my hands on your ... very ... very impressive ...” She licked her lips, bringing much needed moisture to them. “ ... cock.”

  She couldn’t interpret the look Lorenzo gave her. Was it approval? Surprise? Or a bit of both? But whatever it was, he nudged forward another inch and, holding his shaft at the root, he guided it to her lips.

  “Yes, my sweet Bianca, taste me.” His voice had dropped an octave, huskier than she’d ever heard him speak. And his eyes had turned darker, the white in them almost completely disappearing. In its stead, the light from the candle on the nightstand seemed to throw an orange glow onto them, making them sparkle in the dark.

  Bianca parted her lips and extended her tongue to swipe it over the purple head, gathering his pre-cum with it, all the while watching his expression. When she pressed her tongue flat against his slit, Lorenzo’s eyes closed and his head fell back, his chest releasing a most animalistic groan. She’d never seen a more tantalizing site.

  Her mouth rocked forward, and she engulfed his length in her moist heat, widening her jaw as much as she could. But he was too big. Only half his shaft fit. Slowly, she moved her head back and forth, making him withdraw, then slide back into her while she swirled her tongue around its underside.

  With every slide, her own body responded, sending charges of heat to her center of pleasure. She pressed her thighs together in the hope of alleviating the need that boiled up there, but it was no use. She needed to be touched, needed his hand on her to take away the ache.

  When she looked back at Lorenzo, his dark eyes were watching her intently.

  “God, I love fucking your mouth.”

  Raw emotions played on his face: desire, lust, and the knowledge that his control would snap soon. His hips flexed as he drove deeper into her, forcing her head back into the pillow. He braced his arms against the headboard above her and thrust in a steady rhythm, his strokes slow and measured, careful not to make her gag, yet deep enough to push her boundaries of comfort.

  “See, Bianca, how good it is when you can’t get away, when you have to endure everything I want you to do. Does it excite you?”

  She wanted to protest, but the lie wouldn’t cross her lips. Despite the vulnerable position she found herself in, she couldn’t deny the appeal of it. Lorenzo was in charge, and for the first time in her life she felt the need to surrender.

  On his next withdrawal, she made a demand of her own. “Touch me.”

  There was a smile on his lips before he drove back into her. “Not yet, my sweet. Your need isn’t great enough yet.”

  She wanted to protest, tell him that she would burn up if he didn’t stroke her pearl and released the tension there, but his relentless cock didn’t give her the freedom to speak. So she closed her eyes and concentrated on his body and the beautiful flesh that was hard and soft at the same time, hoping to distract herself from the ache between her legs.

  When she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Lorenzo suddenly pulled back, breathing hard. Her eyes flew open, their gazes colliding. “Don’t stop,” she whispered.

  He scooted down her body. “I’m not ready to come. But when I am, it’ll be in your sweet cunt.”

  As if wanting to shock her, he lashed the crude word at her. But all it did was excite her further. He would fuck her and give her relief. It was all she could think of.

  Lorenzo leaned toward the nightstand. Bianca followed his movement, watching as he retrieved a box there and opened it. “But first,” he announced, “I’ll be exploring your body.”

  When he took a shiny item from the box and turned back to her, she tried to focus on what it was.

  “Have you ever seen something like this?”

  Shocked, Bianca stared at his hands, which held an object made of a smooth metal. Its shape was unmistakable: it looked like a man’s cock, only it was smaller than Lorenzo’s and slimmer as well. She shook her head, both in response to his question as well as to push away the suspicions of what he wanted to do with it.

  “No? Well, then I think I have to introduce you to this toy.” The wicked grin on his face told her he wouldn’t stop until he’d done whatever he wanted.

  Lorenzo dismounted and knelt next to her, using his hand to spread her legs in the next instance. She let it happen, unable to fight her own desire. She needed to be touched, and if he wanted to touch her with that toy as he called it, then it was better than not being touched at all. Humiliation be damned.

  He led the metal cock to her sex and stroked it against her moist flesh. It was cool and smooth, and the cold metal somewhat eased the fire in her. But then he moved upwards to her pearl. Now coated in her dew, it slid easily against her, the contact sending a flame of heat through her body.

  “Oh, God!”

  Lorenzo lowered his head to her stomach, trailing open mouthed kisses along her skin. She bucked toward him and toward the metal cock he was holding, wanting more. As if he understood her, he moved the smooth metal rhythmically up and down. Bianca exhaled, allowing the pleasure to spread in her body. Finally, Lorenzo would soothe the ache that had built.

  “Yes.” It was less word more moan that left her lips.

  “Not yet, my sweet,” he answered and withdrew the cock.

  Frustrated, she pulled on her restraints, rattling the headboard.

  “Shh, you’re impatient. Have you forgotten that as my mistress you’re here to pleasure me? And I decide what gives me pleasure.”

  An instant later, she felt the metal cock at the entrance to her channel, probing gently, before he drove it into her. Her muscles clenched around it, welcoming the foreign intrusion. Smaller than Lorenzo’s cock it nevertheless filled the void. But already, he withdrew it, not allowing her to enjoy the pleasurable sensation for long.

  “No! Please, don’t stop!”

  “I’m not.”

  Then he pulled her legs up and slid the object further back toward her buttocks. Panic gripped her when she realized what he was about to do. She tensed and tried to push her thighs together, but Lorenzo pried them apart.

  “Bianca, I warned you once. These are the things I expect from my mistress.” Then he looked at her, his eyes blazing with lust. “If you don’t want to be my mistress, tell me now.”

  Warring emotions collided inside her. But she couldn’t give in now. She was too close to her goal. If he dismissed her now, she’d be virtually destitute. Slowly, she eased her legs apart further, pulling her knees up to set her feet flat on the
mattress.

  Surprise flitted across his face. Then one hand came up to stroke her cheek. “I’ll be gentle.”

  Bianca closed her eyes, steeling herself for what was to come. Instead of pain, she suddenly felt his hand on her pearl, stroking it in a leisurely rhythm, relaxing her further. She arched her hips toward him, and he complied and caressed her with more pressure.

  “Yes!”

  When he guided the metal cock to the entrance of her dark passage, the moisture it was coated with made the contact smooth and pleasant. Slowly, the cock pressed against the tight ring of muscle. A sense of discomfort spread, but was instantly drowned out by Lorenzo’s finger on her pearl.

  Gently, he pushed the toy into her, the invasion creating a sense of fullness she’d never experienced. It stretched her. She took steadying breaths to push back the temporary pain.

  “That’s good, my sweet. Take it slowly.”

  She should feel embarrassed about what he was doing to her. But when she noticed him watch with rapt fascination how the item disappeared in her dark channel, her pulse flared.

  “So beautiful.”

  Bianca expelled a moan as pain made room for pleasure, the cock in her passage sending sensations through her body she’d never felt.

  “I’m ready to fuck you now.”

  Lorenzo let go of the metal cock, keeping it deeply lodged inside her and rose above her, settling between her thighs. With one swift move, he drove his shaft into her cunny. The dual penetration robbed her of her breath. Her heartbeat stuttered.

  His head lowered to hers, his eyes boring into hers. “Yes, my sweet, I’m going to make you come so hard you’ll faint.”

  His lips landed on hers before she could reply, kissing her more passionately than he ever had. And as he continued kissing her, he rode her. With every stroke of his hard length, the metal cock in her ass moved, driving her higher every time. It was useless to fight the sensations that crashed onto her like an ocean wave against the shore. So she let herself go and surrendered to him, allowed him to take her and pleasure her without restraints. And despite the restraints that still held her arms captive, she’d never felt more liberated in her life.

  “I’m yours,” she whispered, her voice echoing amidst his heavy breathing.

  “Oh, Bianca!”

  His cock jerked inside her, pulsating as her muscles contracted around him, gripping him harder until her body joined his in orgasm, the waves engulfing her until the last one crashed over her and drew her into darkness.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Lorenzo took the sleeping Bianca into his arms and carried her to the bathing chamber where he’d prepared a hot bath for them. He lowered himself into the large tub and arranged Bianca on his lap so she straddled him as he cradled her head against his chest.

  Physically, he’d never felt better in his long life. Fucking Bianca while she was tied up had been an amazing experience, fucking her while she had the metal cock inside her sweet ass had almost killed him. Every time he’d thrust into her, he’d felt the other cock grating against him, adding to the intoxicating sensation of her muscles gripping him. His orgasm had been more intense than ever before.

  But while he felt fully satisfied physically, his emotional state was another matter. He didn’t know what to make of Bianca. Despite the things he’d thrown at her, she’d played along. Was she really that desperate to attain part of his wealth that she was prepared to engage in any debauched act he could think of? Yet she hadn’t simply endured the act. He’d seen the desire in her eyes, the lust, and the pleasure he’d given her despite the apprehension he’d noticed in her at first.

  Was Bianca what he needed? Did it really matter that her motives weren’t pure? That she wanted him for his money? Didn’t any woman hunting for a husband have the same motives? Few people in Venice married for love. It was either for status or money or both. Little else mattered. And frankly, he couldn’t even blame women. They had no means of earning their living and depended on a husband to provide for them. So why shouldn’t they try and sell themselves to the highest bidder?

  Maybe he should even feel honored that Bianca had chosen him. After all, she wasn’t stingy with her affections or offering her body to him more completely than any whores had. Could a man really ask for more? He could do worse than have this hot-blooded vixen in his bed. And so far, she hadn’t demanded marriage despite the fact that he’d continued to leave his seed inside her. Maybe all she wanted was a comfortable roof over her head.

  Lorenzo reached for the soap and lathered his hands, then started washing the beautiful woman in his arms. He’d never felt so tender toward anybody, except Elle. At the thought of her, he paused. Everything had gone well until he’d told her what he was. He wouldn’t make the same mistake with Bianca. If he decided to keep her, he would make sure that she never found out.

  So far, he’d managed. He’d had food delivered to the house so she could eat, but he’d never partaken himself, always finding an excuse to briefly leave on an errant while she ate. He’d fed plenty on the nearest street person he could find so his hunger wouldn’t overwhelm him while he was with Bianca. As much as he wanted to bite her and taste her blood, he knew he could never allow himself that pleasure. Once she knew that he was a vampire, she would become a danger to him, attempting to kill him like Elle had. And wiping her memory every time he bit her was not an option. The memory of Elle in an insane asylum served as a strong enough deterrent.

  He would just have to suppress the overwhelming desire to taste her blood. It was the only way he could at least slake his lust with her.

  Lorenzo eased Bianca away from his chest, holding her firmly with one arm while he let his soapy hand sweep over her breasts, washing her. As he scooped water over her generous globes, she stirred.

  “You’ve pleased me very much tonight,” he whispered and palmed one globe, enjoying the weight in his hand.

  “My love.” Her whispered endearment was both encouragement and approval.

  Lorenzo pulled her back against his chest, tilting her sideways so he could continue to caress her luscious tit. “Sleep, I’ll take care of you now.”

  Bianca’s breath ghosted against his wet skin as she relaxed back into sleep. And for as long as the water stayed warm, he kept her cradled in his arms. Safe, for now.

  ***

  Lorenzo had told her that he had business to take care of and would be out most of the evening. Bianca gave him one of her sweetest smiles and sent him on his way, assuring him that she was perfectly fine spending an evening on her own.

  As soon as the door closed behind him, she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she had a few uninterrupted hours during which to continue her search. This would be her first real occasion to search her father’s old bedchamber, which she and Lorenzo had been occupying. Even though officially she stayed in her mother’s bedchamber, the bed there had remained unused except for that first night.

  Lorenzo didn’t seem to mind her sleeping in his arms. Her former lovers had preferred to sleep alone once they’d rutted on her, and frankly, she’d preferred it too. But strangely enough, she enjoyed being with Lorenzo. Even in his sleep, he seemed to be aware of her and sought an intimate connection. A day earlier, she’d woken only to find that he was sleeping soundly, her back tucked into his front, his hard cock deep inside her channel. None of her lovers had ever done that. Besides, she didn’t know any man who’d held an erection for as long as he did.

  Only when she’d started to move had Lorenzo awoken and grinned sheepishly, saying that he’d wanted to be connected to her when he slept. It was the sweetest thing anybody had ever said to her.

  But Lorenzo had many sides, and she never knew which side she would be confronted with from one minute to the next. Not that it mattered much: she enjoyed each one in its own right. His tender and sweet side made her relax, and his passionate side made her feel wanted. But his dominance unleashed something in her that she never knew she harbored: the need to lose c
ontrol, the need to surrender and submit. It scared her, yet at the same time, she craved it.

  As she swept her gaze around the bedchamber, her eyes caught on the box that still lay on the nightstand, its content back in its velvet cushion. A shiver raced through her body at the memories of what he’d done with the metal toy. She’d never thought she’d take to such debauched acts, but whenever he opened the box to use the implement in every way possible, her heartbeat accelerated and her center of pleasure throbbed uncontrollably. Then his knowing look rolled over her trembling body, and his cock jerked, oozing with moisture.

  Even now with the lid closed, she felt her body prepare itself for the pleasure it was expecting. She should be ashamed of her depraved thoughts, but her heart couldn’t fault her for what her body needed. In Lorenzo’s arms she felt free even when he bound her and made her submit to his will. And with this freedom came ultimate bliss and a glimpse of what happiness tasted like.

  Bianca shook her head, trying to banish the feelings from her mind. Whatever she and Lorenzo had was temporary. It would only last until she found the treasure or until he tired of her, whichever came first. And she hoped to God that she’d find the treasure in time.

  As she set about her task to search her father’s old room, she worked methodically starting in one corner, moving along the walls, peaking behind paintings, crawling under furniture, and opening every drawer. Many of her father’s things were still there: his grooming implements, a drawer full of ties, another of stockings and garters. With difficulty, she lifted the heavy mattress of the bed and examined the space underneath, but there was no hidden compartment to be found.

  She let the mattress slip back into place, the quick movement creating a dust cloud which settled onto the intricately carved headboard. Bianca took a piece of cloth and wiped it over the carved letters in the center of the wooden piece, removing the dust before she focused her attention on the next area.