Dee moved painfully to the door. She had already soaked in a hot tub until the water turned tepid, but she was still excruciatingly sore.
"Who is it?" she asked softly, one hand reaching for the baseball bat.
"It's Dominic."
With a relieved sigh, Dee unlocked the door and smiled up into the hazel eyes of the man who stood over six and a half feet tall. The crimson sunset was reflected on his freshly shaved head, and his white tee shirt seemed to be at least two sizes too small, stretched tightly over his powerful chest and arms. And of course, there were the obligatory black leather pants.
"What, you think you're Vin Diesel, now?" Dee couldn't help but reach up to touch his smooth head.
Dominic chuckled. "His movies are hot and women love this look. And there's a lot of stupid tourists around here."
She beckoned him inside and closed the door before receiving his hug with a grateful purr. His skin was hot to the touch.
"The sun's barely set, and you're already full?"
He grinned down at her and shrugged. "Couldn't help myself. Besides, thought you might need me... extra strong." Dominic looked at the black bruises on her wrists and the vicious bite on her throat. He looked at her questioningly.
"Caught a new one," Dee smiled.
"And how is he?"
"Sullen. Angry. One hell of a fuck." She felt her battered pussy respond eagerly, and she winced. "I was just going to make some tea," Dee said, heading for the kitchen with careful, pained steps.
Dominic caught her up in his strong arms as though she weighed nothing, cradling her against his chest like a child as he moved to sit on the sofa.
"I don't think tea is going to do it," he said softly, stroking her hair. "You should be more careful."
"I'm trying, Dom. I know the rule: no anal until he's tamed." Her sex was suddenly achingly eager at the memory of Yukio's fingers thumping in her ass, and she winced again.
"This won't do," he said. Dominic opened his wrist with his sharp teeth, and pressed the wound to her lips. He nodded as she latched on gratefully, drawing his strength into her, his blood immediately working to repair her damaged body. He stroked her hair and smiled into her eyes as they glazed over.
"Enough," Dee said, pushing his wrist away sooner than he liked. "Gods, Dom, you're like a drug."
"My little addict." His soft laugh rumbled through her head where it rested on his chest. He turned her head to reassess the bite on her throat. "Looking better already."
"Feeling better," see said, wriggling in his arms.
Dominic slid one big hand up her thigh, lifting the hem of her short smock to examine her. "Very pink," he said, and pushed one finger gently between her labia. "Very wet." He sucked her juices from his finger. "Mmm...you taste like GIRL."
Dee reached up and kissed him, her tongue slipping around his. "So do you."
He chuckled again. "When's your new toy due to rise?"
She looked out the window at the deepening twilight. "Any time now. I hope he remembers he's under the bed."
The words had barely left her lips, when the sounds of heavy furniture connecting with sleepy man came from the bedroom. His swearing was eloquent.
"Japanese?" Dominic asked her quietly. Dee shrugged and rose as the bedroom door opened.
Yukio stopped in the doorway bowed low to Dominic.
"Yukio Asakura?" Dominic laughed in disbelief. "The last time I saw you, you were seducing rich tourists in Tokyo. Oh, how the mighty have fallen." Dominic's rich voice had turned smug.
Yukio's dark eyes narrowed until they were only slits in his angry face. He pointed at Dee accusingly. "She is a witch!"
"Not exactly," Dominic said.
"She trapped me!"
"Yes." Dominic stretched out his legs before him and crossed his ankles. "I taught her well."
"This is intolerable! The tribes will--"
"The tribes will do NOTHING for someone foolish enough to disregard the warnings and allow himself to be captured," Dominic said softly. "Only further humiliation lies down that path, my friend. Trust me." Dominic had made sure of it.
Yukio seethed, still standing naked in the bedroom doorway.
"Stop behaving like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Yukio, and go make me some tea."
Yukio's winced as though struck. He looked impassively at Dee for a long moment, before heading in to the kitchen to start the kettle.
Dominic chuckled and pulled her back down into his lap. "You've done well, little vixen," he purred into her ear, his tongue teasing her lobe as his hand moved up the inside of her thigh again. He licked across the healing wound on her throat, feeling her instinctively tense and then relax. Her thighs opened eagerly as his fingers brushed the juicy folds of her pussy, and he pushed two of his digits into her slippery core with agonizing slowness. Her mouth was sweet and demanding as she sucked at his lips and tongue, stealing his breath.
Yukio cleared his throat in annoyance. "Your tea."
Dee ground her hips against Dominic's hand, and snapped her fingers.
Yukio looked at her in outrage.
"An old fashioned boy like you should know how to serve tea properly," Dominic said, slowly working his fingers in and out of her greedy sex.
Shaking with emotion, Yukio took the cup of tea back into the kitchen. In a few moments, he returned bearing a small tray, the teacup and appropriate condiments neatly arranged. A look of supreme distaste briefly clouded his features, and then he sank gracefully to his knees and placed the tray on the coffee table, before bowing low, his forehead brushing the carpet. After a moment, he made as if to rise.
Without turning her attention from Dominic's thrusting fingers, Dee held out her hand to Yukio in an unmistakable command: Stay.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise as Yukio's fury threatened to incinerate them all. His fists clenched uselessly as he was forced to kneel like a geisha awaiting Dee's pleasure. He was further angered by his insolent cock standing at full attention, as he was forced to watch Dominic's fingers tease her. The room was filled with the scent and sounds of her pleasure as she writhed on Dominic's lap.
Dominic looked at the kneeling vampire, and held his gaze as his fingers pushed Dee closer and closer to release. "I'm not sure you deserve this hot little cunt," he rumbled. "You have to know how to please her." Dee was gasping for breath, her body quivering and taut. "You can't control her through abuse..."
"Oh, Gods, Dom--please," she begged as his fingers slowed.
"See?" His smile was predatory as he thrust his fingers deep and brushed his thumb across her swollen clit.
Dee sobbed as the orgasm took her, Dominic's fingers still working steadily in and out of her clenching core, his thumb rolling her clit in small circles with each spasm. It wasn't until she had quieted that he slipped his fingers free, painting her glistening juices up the line of her throat and across her lips. Dominic watched Yukio fume as he sucked his fingers clean.
"Be nice, Dominic," Dee said, slipping from his lap and turning to open his fly.
"That wasn't nice?" Dominic pulled her smock off over her head, revealing the glistening treasure between her thighs to Yukio.
