Keyboards and Kink
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He heard the message ping back. Ok. 152 Mount Pleasant Avenue.
He looked again.
Ok. 152 Mount Pleasant Avenue.
Yes, Little Red Riding Hood, who seemed so afraid of the big bad world, trusted him enough to let him come to her home. He wondered if he deserved it, given that he hadn’t been totally honest about himself, and yet he couldn’t resist the opportunity to meet her.
I’ll be there in 10. Look forward to meeting you.
With his super speed he was there in ten. Ten seconds, that is. Her house sat on the edge of town, a modest little bungalow so inconspicuous he only spotted it with the help of the streetlight’s orange glow out front. The road was silent, absent of traffic or pedestrians, so he slipped around to the back of the house without detection. Stood in the shadows, watching her through the window he felt every inch the predator he despised.
She sat hunkered at the kitchen table, the glare of her computer giving him the first glimpse of his cyber companion, and he wasn’t disappointed. Melissa’s bright red hair and delicate features weren’t remarkable in the circles he moved in but she did have a certain haunted quality that drew him in, and somehow seemed familiar to him.
The room plunged into darkness as she closed the laptop and Daniel grew impatient to see her again. When a light went on in one of the bedrooms he followed it like a moth to a flame. Careful to keep from view, he drank in the sight of her dressed in only a shirt that brushed the top of her thighs and revealed a pair of fabulous legs. Great! He hadn’t wanted to go to her door and freak her out seconds after her message, but here he was perving over her like a peeping Tom as if she would appreciate that more than reality.
She started pulling hangers from her closet, holding tops and dresses to her body, getting ready for his arrival. Selfishly, Daniel didn’t want her to cover up and headed for the front door. He knocked lightly on the wood and for a moment he wondered if he should have brought something with him. If this were a date of sorts, perhaps flowers or chocolates would have been appropriate. On the other hand, if this was nothing more than a friendly chat, maybe he should have brought wine. A century having passed since he’d bothered with anything outside of the bedroom, this was new territory. Women didn’t come to him looking for a long-term relationship and the females of his species were just too aggressive to get involved with.
The door creaked open a fraction, and one eye peered at him through the crack.
“It’s me, Daniel.” He felt obliged to introduce himself even though he didn’t imagine she was awaiting any other late night visitors.
Melissa opened the door wider and stuck her head out, looking up and down the street. “Come in,” she said, grabbing him by the lapel of his blazer to pull him inside.
“I get the distinct impression you’re embarrassed to be seen with me.” Daniel expected a little more wariness on her part about inviting a stranger into her home when he knew how rarely she ventured outside.
“Sorry. It’s not you. I just don’t want to give them any more ammunition.” She pulled at the hem of her shirt but it merely served to draw his attention to the bare skin she was trying to cover.
That dangerous rush of arousal threatened to drop his fangs, so he concentrated his wandering mind on her cryptic statement. “Them?”
She gave another furtive look toward the now closed door. It appeared he wasn’t the only one keeping secrets. “It doesn’t matter. You’re not here to talk.” Her unwavering stare and the thrust of her determined jaw transformed the skittish young woman who’d opened the door, into a confident, willing partner. Who was he to object?
Chapter Three
Melissa didn’t want to talk, only to feel. For one night she longed to shut down the part of her brain that constantly worried about consequences and other people’s opinions and just let her pleasure sensors have their moment. Like she did before her sex life was shared with the world.
The hungry look in Daniel’s eyes told her he was on the same wavelength, so she didn’t want to waste any time in case that little voice whispered back in her ear telling her what a slut she was. Standing on tiptoe, she offered her mouth to the stranger staring at her as though he could devour her any second. He hesitated, his eyes flickering to a curious shade of blue-black, and then he met her lips with crushing need.
The instant Daniel pressed against her, Melissa’s libido quickly remembered how much she enjoyed this and sent a gush of excitement to coat her pussy in the juices of her arousal. His touch enough to send her into wanton mode, she hooked her arms around his neck and jumped up to wrap her legs around his waist. His unexpected arrival had given her no time to change, so she was commando beneath her nightclothes, but grateful. Her exposed, slick pussy grazed the denim-covered bulge at the front of his jeans, the rough fabric teasing her clit until she could smell her own arousal.
Daniel held her, saying nothing as she unzipped his fly and reached in for his cock. His skin was curiously cold but as she rubbed her slit along the length of his erection, the pleasing sensation increased until she could think of nothing but having him inside her. Locking her eyes with his at the same time she positioned herself on the head of his cock, she saw that same relief she felt when she pushed his cock inside her.
Stood in her living room, without even letting the man undress, she was fucking a stranger and oh how she had missed this. His hands on her bare ass, he pumped into her, sounding out every thrust with a savage grunt that made her grind even harder against him.
A few steps carried them over to the wall where he banged Melissa fiercer still with her clenching and clutching where her body met his. His thick cock filled her to the brim. That alone was enough to bring her to the edge of orgasm but when he started to suck on her neck, she burst right apart. The blinding intensity of her climax dimmed everything but the sensation of drenching his cock in her cum. Carried away to that distant, floating ecstasy of satisfaction, she barely registered the sharp nip at her neck and Daniel’s primitive roar of release.
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“You bit me?” Melissa checked her reflection in the bathroom mirror as she freshened up. If she had any sense she would throw this freak out right now but everyone in town knew she didn’t think clearly when it came to sex. She ran her fingers across the two small puncture wounds on her neck, slightly worried that she found it such a turn on.
Daniel appeared behind her in the mirror and brushed her hair away to expose the wound. “Sorry. I got carried away.” He bent down to lick the pinpricks of blood spotting her skin, and shivers of renewed lust shot up her spine with every swish of his tongue across her flesh. “Do you want me to go?”
“No.” Something inside her didn’t want this night to end. She needed this, needed him, to remind her of the woman she could still be. “I want to see you naked.”
He cocked a brow in surprise at her request but proceeded to shed his clothes. With lightning fast compliance, his shirt and jeans fell to the floor to leave him naked before her. This time she was calling the shots and it gave her a sense of power to have him at her command. Though his skin was pale, he had a beautiful body; a perfectly sculpted landscape of delineated muscle and masculinity.
“Your turn,” he said, apparently not totally at ease with her attempt at dominance. Her first instinct, defiance, was soon bullied into submission as she watched his cock harden with desire for her—an equally powerful confidence-builder.
Lifting her shirt by the hem, she pulled it over her head and shook her hair loose. Instead of reaching for him immediately, this time she played hard to get and rebuffed him to step into the shower.
But he wasn’t easily put off. “Good idea. I think I’ll join you.”
In the tight confines of the cubicle their naked bodies were almost touching anyway but when he leaned in to turn on the water pressure, her nipples hardened against the wall of his chest. He didn’t respond but squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hands and proceeded to lather it into her hair. Melissa cl
osed her eyes and gave herself over to the feel of his hands; the soft pressure of his fingers working on her scalp may as well have been in her pussy, for the reaction down below was just the same. She squirmed under the torrent of water as he rinsed out the soap with a business-like manner, ignoring her obvious predicament. A squirt of shower gel over her breasts was just as efficiently worked over her skin and down her belly. She opened her thighs to let his hand slide between her legs and only then did the aloofness waver.
His fingers slid into her pussy with ease, plunging deep to circle her clit. Melissa’s knees almost buckled beneath her as he pulled her back to that sense of bliss. And then he stopped. “My turn,” he said as he took her place beneath the stream of water. He lathered himself up, and feeling cold and frustrated, Melissa left him to it. She wrapped her hair up in a towel, wound another around her body and walked toward the bedroom. Men and their games!
“Something wrong?” Following her into the bedroom, he actually looked concerned.
“I don’t appreciate being made fun of.” The heat of anger burned in Melissa as she stood there thinking she had gotten herself into another situation where she’d ended up as the source of amusement. His furrowed brow pushed her for an explanation. “You got me all hot and bothered then dropped me like a stone!”
“Ah. It’s called foreplay. Surely you’ve indulged before?” The lop-sided smile infuriated her because it merely increased his attractiveness.
“Well, it’s been a while, but I thought foreplay lead to the main event?” She didn’t know where the sudden horniness had come from but she desperately needed to satiate the ravenous appetite she had developed.
Hard and naked, Daniel walked toward her. “Patience. I can literally go all night and I don’t want to burn you out.” The wicked grin told her he was serious and a new surge of liquid dripped down her thighs in anticipation.
Chapter Four
The smell of her musky arousal filled his nostrils and hardened his cock but he wanted to explore every inch of that luscious body before he came again. He spoke the truth. He could fuck her until the sun came up and he fully intended to do so.
“All I want is to make you feel good,” he said and kissed her softly on the mouth. He wasn’t totally unselfish. He wanted to experience the slowed down version of a night between the sheets too, and he believed Melissa was just the person to accommodate his desires. “Tell me what you want,” he whispered into her ear and felt a shudder zip through her in response.
“Lie on the bed.” She took him by surprise with the command.
“As you wish.” This faux sub role was a complete turn-around for Daniel. His partners expected the aggressive, dominant side of him that he didn’t exactly revel in. It made a change to have a little give and take in the bedroom and he was quite happy to lie back and enjoy whatever Melissa threw at him.
She straddled him, trapping him in the heat of her inner thighs, and rocked her smooth pussy against his throbbing cock. Every movement drew attention to her full breasts, bobbing so close he could almost taste the sweet pink buds leading him into temptation. Unable to resist, he palmed her breasts with both hands, testing the weight and imagining his face buried between the soft mounds. Lifting his head from the pillow, he drew one tip into his mouth, sucked hard enough to make her gasp, then released her with a pop. Melissa pushed him back down onto the bed and shuffled her bottom back down his legs.
When she settled herself between his thighs and licked her lips, his cock jerked in anticipation. But there was something about the sultry look she shot up at him that halted his lusty train of thought and redirected it to a faint memory. He frowned trying to remember just where he had seen her before.
She frowned back at him. “I don’t want you staring at me.”
“What?” It seemed ridiculous. Of course he was going to watch her giving him head. That was half the fun.
She reached into the bedside cabinet, pulled out a silver silk scarf, and proceeded to tie it around his head.
“Well, this is interesting.” He couldn’t keep the sarcasm from his voice but he let her carry on regardless.
Sight restricted, he had to let his other senses take over—the smell of her shower fresh scent mixed with her arousal, the taste of her still on his tongue, the sound of rustling sheets as she repositioned herself, and the touch of her tongue licking a path from his balls to the head of his cock.
She circled the tip, teasing him until she called forth the first sign of cum, and then sucked him into a vortex of whirling tongue and friction. Relentless lips pulled him ever closer to nirvana, leaving him powerless to hide his body’s reaction. It wasn’t the cum squirting into her willing mouth that concerned him, but the fangs which popped out to show their appreciation.
The bed moved as Melissa adjusted her position once more and he felt a light tug on the blindfold. He heard rather than saw her reaction to the evidence of his real persona.
“What the fuck?” She scrabbled away from him and Daniel ripped the cover from his eyes.
“Let me explain—”
Melissa backed toward the door, her eyes wide with fear and confusion. “W-who are you? What are you?”
Here it came, the reason he could never have a normal relationship. “I’m a vampire, Melissa.”
“A vampire?” If not for her tight grip on the door handle, he would have sworn she was mocking him.
“Yes. A real life, blood-sucking, one-hundred-and-twenty-eight-year-old vampire.” Realizing he probably scared the daylights out of her, he was compelled to justify the predator within him. “I only drink from willing partners.”
“Oh, well that’s okay then, isn’t it?” At least while she snarked back at him she wasn’t running in the opposite direction.
Careful not to frighten her, he moved slowly to the edge of the bed. “I would never hurt you. I would never hurt anyone. I don’t stalk my prey. I don’t glamour anyone into doing anything they don’t want. I simply use those chat rooms to meet women who want to be bitten. There’s quite a fan club for us creatures of the night and many a willing participant. You know yourself what a turn on that can be.”
She reached up to trace his mark on her neck. “Does this make me a vampire now too?” If the thought terrified her it certainly didn’t show. She looked more as if she was already making plans for her undead future.
“No, don’t worry. That takes all manner of blood-letting and swapping before a transformation can take place.” The flicker of interest lighting up her face was unexpected but welcome. He could only dream that someday he would find a woman who permanently welcomed his world into hers.
“Oh.” The door handle dropped as Melissa let her hand fall away and she cocked her head to one side. “Why me? I mean, if you have all these women offering themselves as a midnight snack then why pick me to spend the evening with?”
A question he had asked himself many times over the course of the last couple of hours and one answered with every bout of fantastic sex. “We made a connection. One that wasn’t based on sex or blood but loneliness.”
“That makes me sound like a total sad case,” she said with a grimace.
“You know what I mean. We have common ground—the no sleeping and the snarky sense of humor—and I guess I thought you were someone I wanted to get to know better.” He shrugged his shoulders, praying she would prove him right in the end.
“I think we got to know each other pretty well already, don’t you?” The hint of a smile gave him a glimmer of hope.
He patted a space beside him. “In that case, pull up a chair and spill whatever big dark secret it is you’re keeping from me.”
Chapter Five
Melissa’s head spun with all the events of her crazy night. Would she ever learn the dangers of casual sex? Only she could hook-up with a cyber-vamp and invite him into her home. Logically speaking if he wanted to use her like a juice box and suck her dry he could have done so at any point of the night and not waited to ex
plain the pointy fangs, which she found disturbingly sexy.
Somehow she found the prospect of sharing her personal details more scary than a bitey dead man sitting naked in her bedroom.
“I keep thinking I’ve seen you somewhere before.” He couldn’t know how much that hurt to hear. Who hadn’t seen her?
She dropped her face into her hands and sighed.
“Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?” Serial killers didn’t usually concern themselves with their victim’s welfare before they gorged on their entrails, so she began to relax a little.
Peering out from behind her fingers, she took a deep breath and launched into her sordid history. “You’ve probably seen me on the Internet, the whole town has. My ex filmed me giving him a blowjob and posted it all over the Internet.” She hid her head back in her hands.
“Oh. Oh yeah—” She could almost see the video flickering in his head. “You’ve changed your hair since then.”
No comment on her technique or of what a dirty slut she was made a refreshing change. “As disguises go, it’s pretty crap.”
“And this is the reason for your sleepless nights?” He apparently intended to prolong her agony.
“Let me see, I’m a target for perverts, my parents disowned me and I lost my job, so yeah it’s fair to say it’s causing me a little stress right now.” The guilt and embarrassment heaped on her by family and friends over something that should have been a private moment was a burden she couldn’t seem to crawl out from under. That douche Rob had ruined her life and all because she dumped him for cheating on her. Of course, whilst she endured tuts and stares, he peacocked in slaps on the back and fist pumps from fellow douchebags. Life sucked. “You know, Daniel, if you ever feel the need to go hunting I have the perfect specimen for you to take down…”