Emma sank into her seat, smiling. She lay her head back to rest. She felt dizzy and satisfied. Ivan smiled at her dreamy expression before he cranked the car and headed home.
Gabriel's mansion was a beautiful old house on the outskirts of town. It was the house that everyone knew about and wished they lived in. It was a restored plantation house that Gabriel converted into a horse ranch. He bred racehorses. He often held fancy parties for visiting Kentuckians looking to purchase his expensive thoroughbreds.
Emma's stomach was turning nervous flips as Ivan escorted her into the decadent front foyer. A handsome tuxedo-clad butler opened the door for them. He had dark brown hair and big brown eyes.
"Late night, Master Ivan?" he asked as he bowed to them.
"Very late, Greg," Ivan sighed as he looked at the young butler. "This is my new subjugate, Emma. Emma, this is Greg. He's our live-in butler. If you need anything, he's the one to ask."
"Hello, Greg. Are you human?" she asked curiously.
"He is one of Gabriel's many subjugates," Ivan answered for him. "Greg, please bring Emma's breakfast to my room later in the morning," he instructed. Then he took Emma's arm and led her upstairs.
Everything about the mansion was grand in its appearance. The floor and walls were various shades of pale marble. The white and beige motif was softened by elegant area rugs of gold and burgundy. The ceiling and hallways were tall and decorated in a French Renaissance style. Almost every window rose ten feet from the floor to the ceiling, and the tops of the windows curved into elegant arches. It felt like stepping back in time a few centuries.
"Did Gabriel have a Halloween party?" she asked as she looked into the ballroom from the top of the stairs. Servants were busy cleaning up tables and champagne glasses. She gasped when she saw one of the white tablecloths completely drenched in blood.
"He did. Didn't you notice their Halloween costumes at the cabin?" he asked.
"Oooh... they were dressed fancy for Halloween. I assumed they dressed liked that all the time," she mumbled in embarrassment.
Ivan's room was fit for a prince. There was a massive four-post-bed covered in a red-satin comforter to the left of the door. The private bathroom was immediately on the right. An inviting fireplace encompassed most of the wall on the left side of the room. Arched patio doors led out onto a private balcony that overlooked horse pastures. A grand piano sat on the right side of the room. A massive bookshelf covered the entire length of the wall behind the piano. It was almost overflowing with old and new books. A small desk with a laptop sat right in front of the patio doors. Emma looked at the desk and smiled. She figured Ivan often sat there to read.
"Welcome to my sanctuary," he said with a soft smile. "I've spent most of my life in this room, until recently. You can go clean up in the bathroom before we sleep. I know you're tired in spite of the buzz my blood has given you. You can wear one of my robes if you like. We'll begin moving your things here tomorrow."
Emma's mouth dropped open as she entered the elegant bathroom. It had a large claw-foot tub sitting under another massive arched window. There was a tiled walk-in shower next to a white marble vanity. The bathroom was well supplied. She found everything she needed for a quick shower. She wrapped herself in one of Ivan's fluffy red bathrobes before she went back into his bedroom. She discovered him reclining on the bed in his underwear. He was reading a book.
She stared at him for a moment, feeling hot all over at the beautiful sight. He was like a more handsome version of the statue of David. Every part of his body was lean, sculpted, and inviting. A Greek god among humans. Her stomach did a nervous flip when she realized he intended her to sleep in his bed. She didn't know why that excited her. She had already fucked him twice. The thought of sleeping in his bed was rather scandalous. It sealed the deal on her new existence, and that frightened her.
He looked up at her curiously, feeling her emotions for a moment. He smiled, hopped off the bed, and walked over to her. She was trembling when he touched her arms, but his touch eased her anxiety. She felt his concern for her. He was genuinely worried about her well-being. That comforted her instantly. She let out a relieved sigh and embraced him, laying her head on his warm shoulder.
"I'm sorry I did this to you," he whispered.
"Thank you, but it's better than being dead," she admitted.
"Sorry about that too," he sighed in shame. "God, you smell good," he groaned as he ran his nose through her hair and breathed her in.
Heat was rising inside him again. She was his property and his responsibility, and he was ashamed how much that aroused him. Subjugates weren't supposed to be lovers. He knew some vampires, specifically his brother Luther, often fucked around with their more attractive subjugates. The difference was that Luther didn't care about humans like Ivan cared about Emma. Emma felt like another vampire to him, but she also provoked his desire to feed. It was extremely confusing and arousing.
"I'm going to have to fuck you again," he whispered as he ran his fingers into her messy blond curls. His fangs were eager to come out. That annoyed him because he wasn't actually hungry.
"I don't mind," she sighed with her body tingling. She loved being close to him when he was aroused.
"Of all the things I was expecting to come out of this night, none of them involved falling in love," he whispered as he gently opened her robe and slid his hands inside it.
"Real love?" she half gasped as his warm hands squeezed her breasts, making her body tingle.
"If what I'm feeling right now isn't love, then I fear to know how powerful real love is," he whispered as he leaned in and brushed his lips over hers, smelling her sweet breath.
Her lips tingled from his teasing caress. Having his beautiful face so close to hers made it difficult to think. When his hand went between her legs, her thoughts abandoned her. He pulled a finger through her slippery warmth, teasing to push inside her. It sent an erotic shudder up the center of her body. She was extremely wet for him, and she wanted him deep inside her again. The intense desire he provoked in her was like an unnatural hunger. Her heart was pounding, her skin felt hot, and her body ached for his touch. Her growing excitement also made his body burn.
"God, I want to eat every part of you," he growled with his mouth aching.
She gasped when he dropped to his knees and lapped an excited tongue over her clit. Her whole body jumped and went shaky with pleasure as his tongue slid into her cunt and hungrily licked up her sweetness. She ran her fingers into his beautiful black hair and pulled it to keep herself steady. She feared the pleasure would make her knees give out. He groaned to have her exquisite taste dancing across his taste-buds again. He could literally taste her pleasure, and it was making his cock throb and twitch with need. He breathed deep as he licked her, indulging in her entrancing scent. He was drenched with desire to the point of being controlled by it. If someone tried to stop him from satisfying his need for her, he would literally rip their head off. He didn't think that was normal, and he could barely think with her taste on his tongue and her smell making his eyes roll back.
Emma feared she would fall on the floor as his tongue lapped deep into her cunt and his lips caressed her clit. He sensed how unsteady she was and quickly drew away from her and stood. She looked into his pale eyes and shuddered. He looked wild, beautiful, and hungry as he reached for her robe and pushed it off her shoulders. It fell to the floor at her feet before he pulled her into his arms. His mouth found hers, and his fingers went into her hair again. He kissed her passionately for an intense moment. She was breathless when he finally released her mouth.
"How do you want me, Emma?" he asked with a heavy breath. "I don't want to always dominate you. Unless you want me to," he whispered as he massaged the back of her neck while keeping their foreheads together. The smell of her breath was addictive.
She could feel the unsteady tension in his muscles from the effort of restraining himself. His overwhelming desire for her only stoked more tingles between her legs.
"I love it when you fuck me passionately," she whispered with a smile. "But, feeling you tremble with desire for me is almost as good as an orgasm," she whispered as she smelled his breath. It was still pure pheromone.
"Then tease me to your heart's content. Make me tremble until I can't take it anymore," he breathed as he caught her mouth for another kiss.
His words and taste sent more sharp tingles pulsing through her body. She couldn't tell who was teasing who at that point, but she could sense she had a little more clarity than he did. It was barely perceptible, but it was definitely there. The more she focused on her clarity, the stronger it became. It was soon like a little steady fire inside her, burning like a candle flame between her hands in a dark room. It was keeping his consuming black desire from completely hypnotizing her.
