"Wake up, Angela."
The words were spoken softly, yet in a tone of great authority, one that she had no trouble recognizing even inside her dream. It helped that she was dreaming of Eztli, of course - at that very moment, in fact, she dreamt she was kneeling at his feet, while he stroked her head like one does a favourite pet. The sound of his voice confused her for a second or two, the time it took for her brain to switch back to wakefulness. When, at last, she opened her eyes, it was like her dream had just become reality. Standing next to the bed, dressed immaculately in another dark suit tailor-made for him, Eztli was waiting for her.
"Mmm! Eztli..."
His eyes lit up when she said his name, causing her heart to beat faster. Any amorous thoughts she had were placed on hold, however, when he leaned down and said,
"I'm sorry to wake you, but your phone has been ringing non-stop for the past few minutes, and I need you to answer it."
Belatedly, Angela's gaze drifted lower, to his hand, which was extended toward her and holding her mobile phone. As she pulled herself into a seating position and took it from him, it began to vibrate. One look at the screen caused fear to spike inside her and her hands to start shaking.
"It's my mom." She stared up at him, seeking some kind of reassurance, crazy as that was. He gave her a slow nod, before reiterating his earlier instruction.
"Answer it."
Then he took a step back and assumed a relaxed pose, with one hand tucked into the front pocket of his vest, and the other resting on his hip. With his long, dark hair combed back neatly, and a look of aloofness on his perfectly proportioned face, he resembled a young male model or an actor, rather than an ancient vampire capable of killing humans in a blink of an eye. Yet a vampire he was, Angela thought, wishing he would glide away and let her speak to her mother in private. When it became obvious her wish was not about to come true, she lowered her gaze to the phone in her hand and swept its screen to answer it.
"Hi, mom."
"Angela! Oh, Angela, baby," her mother said, and burst into tears. Hearing her mother cry, Angela feared the worst, but she had to know for sure.
"Mom, please tell me what's happened. Is Dad OK?" She took a slow, extra deep breath while waiting for a reply, in an attempt to steady her nerves.
"I don't know, I don't know," her mother sobbed. "He's still in surgery. It's his sister... your auntie Mae. She's dead, Angela! She's dead!"
Studiously, Angela avoided looking at Eztli as she replied, in a soft monotone, "Oh, mom. That's terrible. Just terrible. Um... how?"
"They say it was most likely a... a brain aneurism. I found her when I went to see her early this morning. She was lying so peacefully on her bed, I thought she was asleep. It wasn't until I touched her... oh God..." Angela's mother broke off and cried noisily for some time, before adding apologetically, "Oh, baby, I'm so sorry to give you such terrible news over the phone. If only I could hug you!"
Having absorbed everything that her mother told her with a certain kind of cool detachment, Angela sat up at the mention of the hug.
"It's alright, mom. I'll be fine, I promise. But I'm still sick, so I should probably stay away for now. Please, call me as soon as Dad's out of surgery." With her mother's noisy sobs in her ears, she ended the call and looked up at Eztli, at last.
"You're still here. Why?"
"I'm not sure I understand the question," he said, giving her a long look. "This is my home, after all."
A number of thoughts ran through Angela's head, as she sat staring at him in silence. Chief amongst them being, what he might do to her if she swore at him or otherwise let herself go. The way he punished her the last time she lost her temper, gave her plenty of cause for a pause, and made her fidget nervously under the covers. If she rubbed her thighs together, she could still feel the deep, burning pain where he had caned her, and elsewhere on her body her skin tingled at the memory of the hard whipping he gave her. He was certainly not afraid to use some harsh methods to teach her a lesson. As she thought this, she saw him smiling at her.
"Don't, please," she said, groaning inwardly in embarrassment.
"I'm not." His deep voice sounded sincere, despite his smug expression. "I'm just happy to see you taking your time to think before you speak, fräulein."
Sure, you are
, she thought, biting her lip to stop herself from saying it out loud. Eztli, it seemed, had had enough of toying with her. Stepping toward the bed once more, he leaned down and slid the sheets off her.
"Let's see those marks, yes? If you can still feel the pain, you ought to have some bruises to show for it."
Sidetracked from her more serious deliberations, Angela let him push her legs apart and examine the insides of her thighs closely.
"Hmm... yes, you have some lovely marks on you," he murmured, running his fingers over her soft skin, the way a surgeon might do. She held her breath as he zeroed in on the bruises and traced their outlines slowly. There were twinges of pain when he did that, but it was nothing compared to the actual caning. If anything, his feather-light touch excited her, reminding her of her punishment and how helpless she was when he chained her up and suspended her upside down, for the purpose. It was the most extreme thing she had ever experienced and also the most erotic, she admitted to herself.
"Ah, how I love your current train of thought, dear," Eztli remarked, without raising his gaze from her thighs. While she blushed in embarrassment, he completed his inspection, then took hold of her ankles and pulled her downward along the bed. She let out a soft whimper as he flipped her onto her front and began to inspect the brand on her ass cheek. Apart from this, she remained quiet and still, letting him do what he wished. It turned her on to submit to him in this way, and the longer the examination went on, the more her thoughts turned to carnal matters and away from the problems weighing on her.
When, a few minutes later, he slipped a hand between her legs to check how wet she was, she sighed audibly and buried her head in the pillow. Thinking,
please. Please, don't stop.
The next thing she knew, he was brushing her hair aside and pressing his lips against her ear.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked, silkily. "I did make you a promise, right before you went to sleep, and I always keep my word."
She experienced a moment of indecision, brought on by feelings of guilt toward her parents and her aunt, both. But with Eztli's breath on her neck and her entire body trembling in a high state of arousal, the answer was clear, the guilt swept aside easily.
"Yes, Eztli," she said, or rather, she gasped, because his fingers were spreading her labia expertly, dipping into the pool of wetness that her pussy had become. "Oh God... yes..."
He moved then, leaping on top of her lightly and using his dark energy to lift both of them off the bed a little way - and there, in the air, he unzipped his trousers and let his hard cock out, with one hand. His other hand remained between her legs, playing with her clit and making her hips gyrate, wantonly.
"Mmm... Mmmm... Please... please..." she moaned, though there was no need, because he was already lining himself up for penetration. A second later, he took her, spearing her from behind so quickly and smoothly, she fell silent mid-sentence. As he wrapped an arm around her neck and started fucking her, with slow, deep thrusts that stretched her and filled her completely, she shook as though electrified. In next to no time, she was ready to climax, but he did not let her. His hand cupped her mound gently, promising relief yet providing none for the time being. Frustrated, she began to whimper, and he chuckled at her.
"Not yet, mein fräulein. You come when I say and not a moment sooner."
She wanted to protest but he tightened his hold around her neck, choking her just enough to cut off all sound.
"You want to please me, don't you, fräulein?" he asked, while she quivered silently, beneath him. "You've even called me 'master', a few times." He withdrew slowly and plunged back inside her, before continuing, "Well, this is just another way to show me how obedient you can be. So, relax and take it like the good girl you are."
Angela's eyes rolled in the back of her head, as she listened. The feeling of being fucked in mid-air, of hovering weightlessly with Eztli's body moving on top of hers, was indescribable. Each time she jerked her hips or arched her back in ecstasy, it seemed to her like she might fall, like the only thing keeping her connected to him was the long, glorious cock on which she was impaled. Well, there was his arm around her neck also, but it was the hard length of him inside her tight, wet pussy that held most of her attention. The pleasure he was giving her was almost too much to bear, as he kept her teetering on the edge of a climax without letting her reach it. It was, to her mind, the most exquisite form of torture. Quivering with tension, mouth open in a silent plea, she strained to keep her legs spread wide, with the toes pointing, while clawing at the air in front of her as though trying to escape.
"You struggle so nicely, fräulein," he remarked, driving his hips forward, spitting her slowly, all the way to her cervix. "It's almost like you want to get away from me, but your pussy says otherwise. Doesn't it?"
She could not reply, not even when he relaxed his hold on her to let her breathe. All she could do was gasp for air. Then, as he sped up the tempo and began to drill her hard, she began to cry and moan in time with his thrusts.
"Mmm... keep that up and I might let you come," he said, drawing still more desperate sounds from her, each one louder than the last.
"Aaah! Aaah! Aaaah! OhGod! OHGod!" Writhing beneath him in the air, she tried to angle her hips in a way that would give her the ultimate release, but it continued to elude her. When, after a while, he stopped and buried himself inside her to the hilt, she was beaten. Aware that he was reading her every thought, she jerked helplessly on his cock, thinking,
My pussy is yours, it's all yours, all yours, Eztli.
His answering growl made her breath catch in her throat, for it evidenced his excitement more clearly than words. A moment later, his fingers were on her clit, caressing her so lightly, so perfectly, it made her swoon.
Please, take me, take me, just take me, I'm yours -
she thought, over and over. He responded by unwrapping his arm from around her throat and grabbing a fistful of her long hair. As he pulled her head back and sank his teeth into her neck, Angela moaned, jerked her hips, and came - and came, and came... and came. She could hardly help it, with his fingers working her so skilfully and his cock throbbing deep inside her. Yet it was the undeniable fact that the sharp pain of the bite was the thing that pushed her over the edge, and that made her climax so hard. This, in turn, pushed Eztli over the edge also, causing him to groan in ecstasy. He fucked her hard and fast as he came, extracting pleasure for himself while continuing to feed on her.
Less than a minute later, with both of their lust satiated, Angela passed out. She did so quietly and without warning, mainly because she was caught by surprise, herself. When she came back to, she was lying on her back in the big four-poster, with Eztli leaning over her and slapping her face repeatedly.
"Aaaow," she cried, frowning at him. "Stop... please."
"Drink," he said, in reply. With that, he brought his wrist down and pressed it firmly against her lips. In a flash, the red haze came over her, causing her mouth to open and her sharp incisors to sink into his smooth skin without any effort on her part. As the precious, ancient vampyr blood flowed into her body, she saw him watching her. In the darkened interior of the huge bedroom, his blue-grey eyes appeared preternaturally bright, same as they did on the day he first let her drink from his wrist. Back then, his eyes were the only part of him that looked truly alive, she recalled. How long had he gone without feeding, to end up looking as gaunt as he did that day? A week? Two weeks? Three?
Eztli's handsome face remained expressionless as he read her mind, but she knew he had read it, when he sighed heavily and said,
"Don't think such dreary thoughts, fräulein. Now is not the time for it."
His tone suggested that the 'time for it' was, in fact, never, though she could not be sure of this. All she knew was, he had deflected the entire subject that she was planning on raising, before she could raise it. Thinking thus, she unclamped her teeth from his wrist and sealed the wound shut with a quick touch of her hand - and then, she stopped, upon realizing what she had done.
"Holy crap! I can't believe I just did that!"
