Don't Forget Me

by Sia Wales

  “After so little?” Donn was still frowning, but his face softened slightly.

  Stella nodded, her lips forming a pout, and then she blurted out,

  “Do you still love her?” Donn couldn’t help but soften his gaze, but he sighed exasperated. Stella was mortified by her outburst.

  “So is that the problem?” Donn raised his eyesbrows; Stella nodded. He lifted her chin to look in her eyes: “She’s just a friend and a business partner, there’s no physical relationship between us… She’s the one who turned me into a vampire.” Donn looked down at her, his piercing blue eyes were bright and dangerous.

  “Doesn’t it make you mad that she did that?” Stella blinked at him in confusion.

  “Are you jealous?” Donn tired to change the subject.

  “Yes, and totally mad at her for what she did to you!” Stella exclaimed. Her voice broke at the end of her outburst and Donn threw her an indulgent smile.

  “Put it this way, Stella, if she hadn’t done it, we never would have met.” His voice was velvety.

  “I can’t help it, I want him too,” Stella thought. She felt herself melt as his voice caressed her. She found herself involuntarily nibbling on her lip again.

  Blood Games

  Donn’s eyes widened imperceptibly as the BlackBerry in his trouser pocket began to buzz in the silence which had fallen in the room, causing both of them to start in surprise. He switched it off immediately without even looking to see who was calling and put it on the arm of one of the chairs in front of the desk. Stella watched his fingers as they touched the cell and wished fervently they were touching her instead. She looked up at Donn. He was studying her carefully with desire.

  “You want me,” he stated simply, in a husky voice, looking at her with increased intensity.

  Stella made no reply and took another sip of her wine, wanting to hide behind the glass, but Donn rose slowly and moved towards her. He took the glass from her hand and placed it on the desk.

  Stella blushed, inflamed with desire. She squeezed her thighs together, her breath coming in gasps. She felt a wave of heat burning her body, a hot tingling between her legs and a knot forming in her throat. Her insides suddenly contracted. Her fervor increased and took complete hold of her.

  “I know you want me, angel… your body’s giving the game away. And I want to get you out of that dress.” Suddenly, he pulled her up and drew her into his arms, pushing her against the desk. He brushed his nose lightly against the bottom of her ear, slid his lips over her neck and leant over her shoulder, breathing heavily.

  “But the desk is full of stuff”, whispered Stella, hesitating. Donn’s smile was buried in her hair, he blew gently onto her skin, then kissed her chin, moving upwards to her lips.

  “Do you think that’s going to stop me?” In a single movement with his arm, he swept the desk clean, scattering the papers and documents on the floor.

  Stella looked at him with anxiety and desire and sucked upper lowerlip between her teeth. Donn grabbed her and kissed her avidly, caressing her slowly with his tongue and nibbling at her flesh. His canine tooth bit into her tongue as he gazed at her with a challenging air, his eyes glistening in triumph.

  “You know it’s going to be beautiful, don’t you, baby?” Donn whispered to her, his voice low and soft.

  He grabbed her chin and found her mouth again, thoroughly exploring and penetrating it with his tongue. He lowered the zipper on the back of her dress, causing it to slide down over her hips. Stella leaned instinctively toward his chest to cover herself, but he laid her back on the desk, holding her hands down on her hips. Stella opened her mouth, breathing heavily.

  “Donn…” She uttered his name softly.

  “I’m here, angel.” He looked down at her greedily, wanting to possess her.

  “I want to give you a little taste of what I need.” He filled a glass from the bar and poured its contents onto her stomach. The contact with her body heat made red liquid release a heady aroma.

  “Oh my God, it’s blood,” Stella gasped. A shudder ran through her belly, causing a drop of blood to run down her side.

  “Ssh… come on, baby, relax for me.” He leaned over and licked the thick drop with relish.

  Stella raised her hips and contracted her stomach muscle to create a cave for the blood, trying in vain not to let any more spill down.

  “Keep still,” Donn ordered. He sucked on her skin, kissing her all over and lapping the blood from her stomach, feeling it slide down his throat. His eyes turned black and he struggled to contain his instincts to bite into the flesh of her exposed stomach.

  “It tastes even better on you.” Then he lifted her hands above her head, holding them in his, their fingers intertwined. Stella showed no resistance.

  “Good girl,” Donn murmured. He looked down at her, possessing her to only thought on his mind. He both her hands with one of his while the other moved up her thighs, baring her black underwear, stroking her inside and out. Stella was immobile, caught in a trap. She slid her head slightly from side to side on the marble top of the desk and gasped at his touch.

  “That’s right, baby.” Donn maneuvered his way around the desk, still holding her still, and opened the top drawer, pulling out a thimble with a pointed tip and white feather quill pen. He put them on top of the desk next to Stella. He came back to her, standing between her legs, and slid his hand into her underwear moving it in an erotic rhythm. Stella’s lips parted and she arched her back.

  “I will never have enough of you, girl…” Donn gasped. He imprisoned her hands between her breasts and gently tugged at her nipples. He kissed her on the lower abdomen along the border of her underwear and felt her body quake. Placing the thimble on his forefinger, he began to stab at her with its pointed tip, licking the rivulets of blood that flowed from the penetrations, while Stella continued to moan with her eyes closed, carried away by the sensual caresses between her thighs.

  “Oh, baby, I want you so badly,” Donn murmured. He pulled her head back, exposing her throat and, with swooped down to bite her neck, breathing in her intoxicating perfume. Stella let out a moan.

  “Do you want me to stop, angel?” He kissed her earlobe, enveloping it in his mouth, and moved his hands down her sides until they slipped between her thighs, moving slowly towards her private parts.

  “No, please don’t,” Stella begged enraptured by his tongue, which was slowly caressing her upper lip. Her hips began to shake of their own accord and she blushed violently.

  “You’re a little sex-bomb, Stella,” Donn scolded her huskily. Donn lifted her dress further up. He spread her legs with his hands, and pulled her to him in one quick and decisive movement, making her buttocks slide along the glass table top. He felt her nipples harden and her breath quicken. He brushed her hair from her shoulder and slowly sank his fangs into her, while arching his hips and rubbing his erection against her. Stella threw back her head and released a groan.

  “I want you to be mine, right now.” He took her in his arms and lay her down on the grey carpet, pressing his body against her thighs to keep them open, crushing her satisfyingly with the weight of his body.

  “Why not on the desk?” Stella gasped, so turned on she thought she might orgasm even before he had a chance to penetrate her.

  “I want you to be mine in a place where no one else has ever been.” He grabbed her head and found her mouth, sucking on her lips and pushing his tongue into her. He took the white feather pen and swirled the tip through the blood on her neck. He continued to kiss her on the throat, following the trail of blood down to her breasts. He touched one with his tongue, circling around her nipple, while he teased the other with the feather and his thumb, tormenting her. Stella arched her back and gasped. He continued to kiss her, moving down to her lower abdomen, and then lower and lower until he was between her thighs. His hand moved down to the hollow of her knee, while the other hand pushed the feather between her legs. He bit her on the inside of the thigh, continuing to car
ess her to obscure the pain of the bite with the pleasure of his delicious, practiced touch.

  “Did I hurt you?” he murmured, his voice low and deep.

  “No,” Stella stammered, lost in the pleasure. She hugged him to her, kissing him passionately to show him how much she wanted him. She buried her hands in his hair and grabbed his head.

  “I want nothing more than to be inside you, right now!” Donn gasped. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. Stella thrilled at the sound and almost didn’t notice him slipping on a condom. Donn tore off her panties and lay on top of her, trapping her under his body.

  “It will hurt a little.” His eyes were murky and intense. He bit into her neck mercilessly and then, before she could react, he penetrated her, holding her shoulders stock still. Stella closed her eyes, arched her neck and gave vent to a deep groan. She heard Donn’s muffled grunt in her ear and tried to control her breathing. She tightened her legs, but Donn used his body to prize them wide open. He filled her up completely, pushing his manhood deep inside her. Stella could not repress a gasp, and she began to move her hips to meet his.

  “You’re so tight,” hissed Donn. He accelerated with a push and heard her moan on his lips. He moved harder and harder against her, inside her, relishing his possession of her. Donn continued to move inside her, taking her to the brink of pleasure. He bit her breasts and heard her moan in pain. Stella’s body stiffened and arched. She was covered in a film of sweat. Donn stroked her cheek, and continued to move deeper inside her, causing waves of pleasure to spread through her body. She began to quiver all over.

  “Let yourself go with me, baby.” He moved his fingers through her hair, continuing to thrust harder. Stella closed her eyes, the ecstasy increasing with his every move. She was moving in perfect rhythm with him and she gasped as a shudder exploded in her body. She opened her mouth and let out a moan, clutching Donn’s arms, her whole body giving way to a wild and exhausting orgasm. Donn buried his face in her neck and savored a little of her blood. He held her firmly and thrusted himself back and forth, back and forth inside of her until he too released the fervent pleasure from within.

  Stella heard him moan into her mouth. He tightened his grip on her arms. She was panting too, but tried to slow her breathing.

  Behind The Mask

  She looked at Donn. His forehead was resting on hers, his eyes were closed, his breath ragged. He smelled delicious. His eyes suddenly shot open and he looked at her tenderly. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek, then gently slid out of her. He lay down beside her and Stella snuggled in his arms, her head against his chest as her heartbeat and her breathing slowly returned to normal. She stroked his chest; it was cold under her fingers.

  Moments later, reluctant to be touched, Donn pulled up the zipper of his pants, picked up her exhausted and bleeding body and walked towards the double doors next to the bar. Behind them was his personal area. They walked down a half-lit hallway. Stella saw another study and a room with a bed, white walls, and windows overlooking the ocean. He took her into the bathroom. It was so spacious it could accommodate several people. The walls were gray and white marble. In another room, she could see a giant bathtub sunken into the floor. There were marble steps leading down to it. Donn pulled her dress off and let it fall on the floor. He unrolled the condom, tied it and threw it in the trash.

  “Now I’ll take care of you, little angel.” He hugged her against the cool marble wall. Stella was shaking like a leaf. Without taking his lips from hers, Donn turned on the faucet. The hot steam rising from the water instantly enveloped them in warmth. Donn was barefoot but was still wearing his shirt and black pants. He was so gorgeous, she could hardly breathe. His white shirt adhered perfectly to his cold, sculpted chest. He held her under the jet of water from the shower, and their clothes became soaked through; blood flowed off of Stella onto the floor.

  “Is the water warm enough?” he asked her. Stella lifted her face into the refreshing stream of water, while Donn’s hands held her up.

  “It’s perfect,” Stella murmured. Donn kissed her and sucked the water from her lips and the blood from the wounds on her neck and shoulder. Stella signed helplessly, and collapsed onto Donn’s chest, holding herself up by grabbing his back.

  “I want to wash away all your blood,” he whispered into her ear.

  He picked up the bath gel and poured a small quantity into his hand. Stella recognized his scent in the soap as he lathered her with it. He smeared it over her body, her breasts, her belly, between her thighs. Stella blushed and sighed. Her heart started to beat faster. Donn spread it over the marks from his bites, and then rubbed shampoo into her hair. He sucked her breast, licked the water on her belly and suddenly knelt in front of her, moving his tongue down until he reached her vagina. Stella was breathing hard, as intense pleasure invaded her core. She began to groan and her legs started to shake. She gasped as she joined Donn on the floor of the shower.

  Their bodies came together under the water and they moved rhythmically. Their lips met greedily and their hands sought every inch of the other’s body. Then Donn took her in his arms and lifted her naked frame from the floor of the shower as he got to his feet.

  Stella unbuttoned his shirt, which he then ripped off hurriedly and threw into a corner. Stella admired the chiseled features of his chest and desire fired up inside her again. She stood on tiptoe to kiss him gently on the lips and run her fingers over his chest muscles, although he didn’t seem to appreciate her moves, his look darkening visibly. She moved downwards and stroked his stomach. She felt a shudder run through his body and so she went even further down to undo his pants. They took them off together and then she moved her hands onto his member, increasing his excitement with her mouth. Donn closed his eyes and grunted. Stella stroked it with her lips and he moved his hips closer to her, his fingers running through her hair encouraging her. Excitement pulsed in him as she sucked harder and took him as deeply into her mouth as she could. Donn grabbed her hair from the roots and pulled her up to him. He kissed her violently and used one arm to force her legs apart, wanting to penetrate her once more. His mouth found her neck. His face was somber, his breath heavy, as he raised his lips to sink his fangs into her.

  “Please don’t bite me anymore,” Stella begged in a trembling voice. She felt helpless to stop him, and she hunched her shoulders as a protective shield for her neck. She felt her stomach contract suddenly. Donn stopped himself and lowered his head to rest on her shoulder. He gently kissed her there and then moved up to behind her ear.

  “This is all wrong, Stella, I have needs that you can’t satisfy,” he panted. He closed his eyes and wrinkled his forehead before continuing, “I have very specific tastes…” There was a perverse note in his voice. Then he opened his eyes and was once again in control.

  “Can’t you do without that stuff?” Stella asked anxiously.

  “No, I know no other way…” said Donn dryly.

  “Is it because you’re a vampire?” she whispered hesitantly. Donn leaned his head on one side and smiled at her. He ran a hand through his wet hair in exasperation and pulled at it with his fingers.

  “Not only… it’s that I need it…”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You don’t have to understand, Stella, that’s just how it is!” he exclaimed cold and authoritative.

  “So this is what you like, seeing me exhausted and bleeding?” Stella asked, shaking as she indicated the bite marks on her body.

  Donn stood before her, his eyes watched her judiciously and harshly as he pulled her towards his body, placing his erect penis between her legs.

  “I’m not the right ‘man’ for you, angel… Just take a look at yourself. You ought to keep away from me… The trouble is, I can’t keep away from you. There’s something about you that won’t allow me to.” His voice faded as he beheld the amazement in Stella’s eyes. Then he kissed her on the lips before she could take him at his word and walk out. He embraced her bare body under the
cascading water and kissed her hair beside her ear.

  “Now I’ve said that, I want things to work between us, we’ll take things slowly,” he murmured. Stella’s eyes clouded with tears. She caressed Donn’s chest and, reluctantly, he let her. Stella threw her arms around his neck, her mouth sucking the delicious flavor of his lips.

  “I desperately want to make love with you, Stella, even if I never do again,” Donn said, his finger stroking her from cheek to mouth.

  “Never?” Stella asked, puzzled. She stared at him helplessly and then looked away. Donn pulled her body close to his, and turned her head so that she was looking straight at him; his face was troubled.

  “Please, Stella, make love with me! But don’t take this as a sign that I’ve become a romantic,” Donn whispered. He searched for her mouth, and Stella sighed a ‘yes’, returning his kiss. He passionately sucked her lips, as Stella threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with more conviction. Donn slid inside her. Stella shuddered and clung to him. Donn moved slowly between her thighs and she gasped with pleasure. Donn waited for her to take a breath and then thrust back into her. He pushed himself all the way in with deep, fluid movements. Stella released a cry of pleasure, Donn falling onto her lips to suffocate her moans with intense, fervent kisses. He could not tear his eyes from her. Neither of them exchange a word, the only sounds were sighs, their fragmented moans and the water tumbling onto their bodies.

  After drying himself off, Donn got dressed in front of his wardrobe while Stella got out of the shower. She wrapped herself in a towel and patted her hair dry. She looked around but couldn’t find her dress on the floor. There was a knock at the door. Her heart began to beat. The door opened, and to her surprise, Donn’s assistant Nancy came into the bathroom. She held a glass of water and a painkiller in one hand and in the other a hanger with a dress wrapped in paper hanging off it and two packages from different boutiques.

  “Hello, Miss Whitely. I brought an Advil and all you need.” She handed Stella the pill, which Stella gulped down gratefully.