His Captive Mortal

by Rose , Renee

She reached in front and slid two fingers into her folds, rubbing her rosebud of pleasure.

  Charles startled her by blurring between her legs, his hands grasping her thighs, his tongue licking into her with the authority of ownership.

  “Yes, Charles,” she whispered, her head falling back.

  He licked and nibbled and sucked until she screamed. At the moment she crested the peak, he plunged two fingers into her cavity and struck his fangs into her inner thigh, sucking deeply with the pleasure of a climax. Her muscles contracted and released until she fell onto her back in bliss, the sensation of his licking the wound closed, a delicious completion.

  * * *

  Aurelia

  The orgasm wakes me. I’m lying on my belly with one hand between my legs, drool moistening the pillow. Good gravy. Fortunately, I didn’t wake Charlie with my lusty dream this time. He’s cold and stiff as a marble statue beside me.

  Charlie. Charles.

  The memory of the dream rushes back to me. Charlie whipping my bare back with a riding crop and biting my inner thigh. I slip my legs out from under the covers and inspect them. No sign of bite marks.

  Just a dream.

  But it was so real. I try to recall other details of the scene. I’d been in candlelight—no, it had been an old-fashioned lamp, and I’d been wearing a corset and stockings, like the ones Charlie bought for me. It must have been his insistence that I wear them that inspired the old-fashioned dream. But what had happened before he’d come? Something I’d wanted to hide from him. Another man? That didn’t make sense. I can’t even handle one man, much less two. And I’ve never cheated in my life. Unlike Wilson, my asshole ex.

  I scurry up and get ready for work, but I’m reluctant to leave. Charlie’s suggestion I quit the job suddenly doesn’t sound so bad. But that’s ridiculous. How would I support myself? Would Charlie support me? And what does he do for money, anyway?

  I shudder. Knowing him, it’s something unsavory or illegal. His moral flexibility probably wouldn’t stop him from robbing banks or old ladies or…

  I push these thoughts away. I’d be a fool to believe I can rely on Charlie just because we slept together once. Especially considering I doubt he’ll stick around after I remove the curse.

  Even if he did, what kind of future could I have with a vampire, anyway? Duh. He’s immortal, and I am...not. No, I need to be practical. Have fun but don’t forget it will end.

  I play with magic all day at work, practicing the fuzzy focus thing that enables me to see the energy around people. I see streaks of red over a child’s head when he gets angry, and billowing clouds of pinks and yellow when children are playing happily.

  I try to clear dark clouds that seem to gather over certain kids—the ones who seem more troubled or difficult. At first, I use my palms to shine light and dissolve the grey, but then I remember how I hurled the ball of light into Charlie’s throat simply by thinking of it. I practice using my mind alone to direct the energies.

  By five o’clock, I’m tired like I’ve been tilling the garden all day, an all over body ache like I’ve been using muscles normally dormant. But it feels good.

  I walk home, my pace quickening and a silly smile coming to my face when I think of seeing Charlie.

  I find him still in bed, his face even more pale than usual against the white pillowcase. I touch his cheek.

  His hand shoots out to grip my wrist. I shriek and try to snatch my hand back, but he hangs on. Fangs out, he rolls to one side and pins my hand to the bed, hissing.

  Then he opens his eyes. He relaxes as his sleepy gaze focuses, and he takes me in. He does not release me, though. Instead, he smiles wide enough to flash fang. “Aurelia.” He sounds like the spider who caught a fly.

  “You just scared the bejeezus out of me.” I’m trembling, but my nipples have tightened, as if his aggression turns me on. I never thought I’d be into a bad boy. Is it the danger of him? Do I like to be scared?

  I shake my head, not even wanting to contemplate why that might be.

  “Never wake a hungry vampire,” he says sleepily, his eyelids half closing. He draws me close and kisses me on the lips before settling down beside me. His arm draped across me grows heavy.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask, wondering if he meant for blood or food.

  He doesn’t answer. He’s fallen back to sleep.

  Drat. Disappointed, I scramble up and head to the kitchen to make another salad, since that’s one thing I can’t screw up. I eye the package of organic free-range chicken, but I’m not up for cooking meat yet. At least not meat that didn’t come out of a can or frozen carton.

  My nana would be shaking her head at me. Food is the way to a man’s heart.

  I stifle a giggle. What about a vampire’s? My nana’s mole sauce has over twenty spices in it, but none of her secret sauces have the necessary ingredient: blood.

  Wandering back to the bedroom, I study my sleeping vampire. Perhaps he usually sleeps past sundown and has only been up early the past few days to make sure he keeps me on task. I could read more from the books he bought, but studying words on the page is much less appealing than actually doing magic. And so far, Charlie has been the best tutor.

  So I peel off my clothes and don the corset and stockings. I tremble a little as I do up the hooks. I can’t believe I’m trying to seduce a vampire. Not only that, but I’m wishing he has a riding crop. If he does, we can re-enact my dream.

  I’m not sure why my dream is on my mind, but it was so real, it seems important.

  I climb over my vampire, speaking softly, so he wouldn’t startle. “Charrrleeee. Wake up, vampire. I have a surprise for you.”

  Like before, his hands move before his eyes open, but they grip my arms without force and tug me down on top of him. The bulge of his cock nudges me through the covers, and I angle slightly, seeking the hard shape of it with my core, so I can rub my mound over it.

  He cups my ass and his eyes widen in surprise, as if he just realized the state of my undress. Pushing me back up to straddle him, he surveys me, fully awake now, his fangs lengthening. “Let me see you,” he says, his voice thick.

  I thrust my breasts into the air, showing off the black corset, which fits perfectly.

  “My dear Tinkerbell. You look good enough to eat,” he purrs.

  I stifle a shiver, trying not to take him literally.

  “Stand up, let me see the rest of you.”

  I rise, giving him the full view of my freshly groomed sex and the black thigh-high stockings.

  “Turn around.”

  I spin around, my heart revving up. “What do you think?” I look over my shoulder in what I hope is a seductive pose.

  Before I can draw another breath, he’s pulled me onto my back beside him and covered my body with his, kissing me with a passion that makes my stomach dip and swoon. I meet his desire with my own, yanking his head down, arching my pelvis against his, writhing beneath him. I want him to take me in every sense of the word, but he breaks away, pulling back with a wicked smile. “Lusty wench, aren’t you?”

  “Wench?” I sputter, pretending to be insulted. I wrap a fist in his shirt and attempt to pull him back down. “Which century do you think you’re in?”

  He ignores my attempts to tug him, as well as my question. “There should be a few more items in the box. Go fetch them.”

  My belly flips like an Olympic gymnast. I’ve purposely ignored the remaining two items in the box. One appears to be some sort of stainless steel sex toy, and the other was lubricant. Still, his command propels me into action.

  I crawl off the bed and find the lube and the toy and bring them to him. He sits on the edge of the bed, and he yanks me in for another hard kiss before he bends me over his knee. My feet still stand on the floor, but my torso folds over the bed and his lap. He gives my ass a slap. The sound echoes, but it’s more bark than bite.

  “Do you know what this is, Aurelia?”

  “Not exactly,” I say in a small voice.
r />   “Reach back and pull your cheeks apart for me,” he orders.

  Fork.

  Is he really gonna do this? I think about refusing, but I no longer want to play that game with him. I do as he instructed, tentatively grasping my bottom cheeks and spreading them. Something cold lands on my anus, and I flinch. The lube.

  I tense, realizing exactly where the toy will be going. Sure enough, the cool bulbous tip of the toy presses at my back entrance.

  I squeeze my eyes closed and press my lips together.

  “No,” I whimper although I’ve given my consent by lying still across his lap, waiting for him to do what he will. He presses the cool tip forward, and it stretches my anus.

  “No...I can’t,” I protest.

  “Shh. You can. You will do it because I want you to.”

  He’s right. And what does that mean about me? How has he taken control of me so easily? Wasn’t I fighting him tooth and nail just a day or two ago? And what had changed my mind? Hot sex?

  Probably.

  Decidedly. I’d crawl for the rewards he’ll give me, the pleasure he’ll bring me.

  The plug stretches my back hole even wider. I make a screaming noise in my throat although I keep my lips pressed together.

  And then it’s in. Once seated, the plug doesn’t hurt. It just gives me a curious “full” feeling and creates an urgency in my pussy, like I need to orgasm. Or get fucked really, really hard.

  * * *

  Charlie

  “Aurelia,” I mutter, nearly dizzy at the sight of the plug stretching her asshole. I lift her, so she’s standing between my knees and cup her hot cheeks. “You did so well. Turn around so I can look at you.”

  She lurches around, and I have to support her as she turns unsteadily. But she does it. She’s doing her best to obey me.

  I’m not sure how I won her obedience, and I’m not stupid enough to think the game is over, but she’s certainly given me this round.

  Winning never made me feel so powerless.

  My cock aches, a hot throbbing that only made my blood hunger worse. She looks incredible, the black corset and stockings framing her shapely ass, the stainless steel plug and raw cheeks symbols of her submission to me.

  “Beautiful.” I turn her back around and pull her down to take her lips in a bruising kiss.

  Her face flushes a healthy pink, eyes glassy and wild.

  “You could not possibly please me more,” I praise her. I know she wants release, but I intend to drag out her sexual frustration. “Now, I want you to make me dinner...” I pat her ass and twiddle the plug between her cheeks, “...dressed like that.”

  She moans, lips working to frame a protest.

  I give the plug a shove, causing her to gasp and her eyes to round.

  Grasping her nipples, I tug her down until she’s bent at the waist, and her face is level with mine. “The proper answer is yes, master.”

  No more playing. Game, set and match.

  She starts to roll her eyes, but I shove the plug in again, and she tips over, falling against me. I catch her, and her hands grasp my shoulders.

  “Yes, master,” I prompt.

  “Yes, master.”

  Yes. I give her a satisfied smirk and stand.

  “Come on, slave.” I smack her ass and lead her to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and find she already made a salad. “Little fairy, you were such a good girl,” I lay it on thick. “You will be rewarded for this. I’m going to spread you out on my bed and fuck you all night until you scream for mercy.”

  She shivers, and I wink. But then her brows pull together. She’s thinking about the curse.

  “It’s all right,” I assure her. “I’ve been fucking without satisfaction for one hundred years. It hasn’t stopped me yet.”

  Her lips twist into a wistful smile.

  Her caring lances my chest. I don’t deserve such sympathy.

  “Set the table, Aurelia.” I snap a finger and point, waiting for her to scurry into obedience before pulling out a few chicken breasts and placing them in a baking dish with pesto spread on top and slices of lemon beneath. I like caring for my captive mortal.

  Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Aurelia, more erotic than anything I’ve ever seen. She takes small, shuffling steps, the heel of the plug shining between her cheeks. The only way she would move slower is if she wore chains restricting her movement.

  Now there’s an idea. I file it away for later.

  “Come here,” I order when I’ve put the chicken in the oven to broil.

  She comes to my side immediately.

  I sit in a chair and pull her onto my knee, keeping one hand on the plug, so I can manipulate it within her. “Have you studied today?”

  “Not the books, but I practiced at work.”

  I squeeze her breast, pushing it up until the nipple crests the top of the corset and peeped out. I draw it into my mouth and suck, pushing the plug in and out of her at the same time.

  She mewls, a desperate, wanton sound.

  “Not yet, little one.” Her scent is delicious.

  “You’re killing me,” she mutters.

  “Good,” I purr with satisfaction. “Now show me what you learned today.”

  She sits back and cocks a brow. “You don’t have one.”

  “What?”

  “An aura. I was messing with people’s energetic fields today. Cleaning them up, that sort of thing. I think I may have learned how a curse works.”

  I drop my hand from teasing her nipple. “How?”

  “Well, I saw two girls arguing, and one of them sent a dagger-like shape of energy at the other one. It lodged right in her heart and stayed there, and the victim cried for a long time, actually rubbing the spot where I saw the invisible dagger go in. I don’t think this other child meant to cause her any harm, but I’m thinking someone like Anka, who understood how energy works, intentionally sends it in what we think of as a curse.”

  I lift her to stand and spread my arms and widen the stance of my legs. “Do you see any daggers? Or...I don’t know, corks?”

  She gazes in the direction of my cock for a long time. “Well, I’ve never looked at the energy of a cock before. But yeah, I think I do see something.”

  She kneels before me and reaches for my pants, pausing to ask silent permission. I nod, and she pulls my cock out of my boxers, gripping the base and holding her fingers like pincers at the tip.

  I hold my breath. Could it be this simple? Will this work?

  Aurelia makes a pulling motion, as if trying to pull out a thread or splinter. She repeats the movement several times.

  A sharp pain stabs through my cock near in the direction of the head. I hiss.

  “I can’t budge it,” she said, looking up at me with a grim expression. “Maybe you have to do it. Or you have to sever your bond to her first or something.”

  I snarl and stand, not waiting for her to scoot back before I shove my cock back into my boxers and stalk to the bedroom to get dressed. Damn this curse.

  Aurelia stands in the doorway, looking uncertain. “Should I get dressed, too?’

  A pang contracts my unbeating heart. It’s been so long since I considered anyone’s feelings but my own, but seeing Aurelia’s hunched shoulders and timid face pulls me out of my snit.

  I clench my fists and exhale. “No,” I say, trying to speak more gently. “I need my slave fairy ready and accessible to me at all times. And I will require you to attempt to extract the curse with your mouth and tongue later, as well.”

  She gives me a small smile, but her eyes are still worried.

  Damn. I care about her.

  “Come here,” I say, opening my arms. I wait until she’s folded close enough to murmur, “I’m sorry.” Before Aurelia, I would never apologize to a human.

  The oven timer buzzes. What is it the mortals say? Saved by the bell. I have no wish to continue expressing any of the odd feelings banging around in my chest.

  I pat my Tinkerbell’s
delectable bottom. “Let’s eat.”

  * * *

  Aurelia

  Sitting down with the plug in my ass sends rivulets of heat pulsing through my body. Discomfort, need, desire all jumble together. Charlie serves the dinner, surprising me with his modern-man ease in the kitchen and with our roles. Odd for a nineteenth century man, but I’m growing used to his unpredictability.

  I wolf down my food, eager to move on to other matters. When I lay down my fork, I see he’s finished as well. I jump up and collect our plates, washing them in the sink as my anus contracts around the foreign object in my ass.

  “I can smell your arousal,” Charlie murmurs in my ear, appearing directly behind me.

  My pussy clenches, wanting more of his attention.

  He wraps his arms around me from behind, and my stomach drops as a terrible whooshing sensation yanks me back. Every atom of my body splits apart and comes whole again. I blink. My home has disappeared. We’re in totally different surroundings.

  “You wanted to see my place,” Charlie murmurs in my ear, nuzzling my neck.

  My mouth drops open.

  Charlie’s bedroom looks much like the boudoir from my dream. Rich fabrics in silk and velvet drape the walls and cover the bed. The furniture appears to be antique—great pieces of beautiful wood carved with intricate details. The colors are burgundy and red and gold.

  I can’t believe he brought me here. He was so cagey about it, and it makes sense. He’s spent centuries keeping his secrets.

  “Where is this place?”

  “A bunker. We’re at the base of Sombrero Peak.”

  I twist in his hold. “Why did you bring me here?” Is it possible he’s opening up to me?

  “So I can fuck you in my bed, of course.” His smirk gives away nothing, but I know better. He’s brought me to his secret lair. He can deflect all he wants, but this means something.

  “On your knees, slave,” my vampire master orders.

  Excitement bubbles in my low belly. I lower myself to kneel at his feet and reach for the button on his jeans.

  He makes a censuring sound. “Did you ask permission?”