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The Vampire, The Cowboy and the Starlet
by Emily Wilcox ISBN: FRVMBR0000014 Forever Amber/Raked Leaves eBook Publishers, LLC Erotic Romance Series Line Copyright ©2012 by Emily Wilcox/Raked Leaves Published by Forever Amber eBook Publishing, LLC ~~~******~~~ Summary Catherine has a problem. She plays a vampire on a popular television show. She has decided to get rid of her V-card because the producers want her character to become sexually active in the show. She is afraid the crew will laugh at her if she does not learn more about sex. She sets herself up with her next-door neighbor - a porn star that plays cowboy rolls and a fellow actor for a night she will never forget. The problem is a real vampire is stalking Catherine. He abducts her under her cowboy and producers nose. Catherine finds out she loves sex. She also can't make a decision whether she will stay with the vampire or return to the cowboy and her career, at least for now. Lots of sex, ménage's and very happy vampires, cowboys and starlets.
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~~~******~~~ CHAPTER ONE Catherine walked out of wardrobe, her body encased in jeans that rode her hips and a top so tight it traveled up over her flat belly. She hated blue jeans, hated them since she was 10 and they started to get tight around her ass and thighs. Catherine was not fat; she was just muscular and got the strangest feeling of claustrophobia whenever she zipped on jeans. Therefore, she never wore them except on the set. It was a shame too because the jeans made her ass look downright sinful. She could not figure out why she could not wear alternative styles, her character was the type that would. All teenagers wear blue jeans, what is so trend setting about that? “You doing okay, Catherine?” She turned, her hands on her hips, ready to take out her frustrations in a pissy way. As it just so happened, the director, Rachel Diaz, appeared in the hall. “Yes, Rachel, I’m okay, I just wish once in a while you could dress my character in some other clothes. It just seems I am always in jeans or period costumes. “Come on, Catherine. Everyone likes wearing blue jeans, when I was your age we wore them as a protest. It shows my age but blue jeans are now a standard in closets. Everyone wears them” Everyone? Well she definitely would have been one protestor wearing a blue jean skirt instead.
“Besides, your character never seems to have any parents around to do your laundry and you have never shopped because you are so busy fighting vampires, so blue jeans seem logical, you know, wash and wear.” “Well maybe it would be great for my character to go shopping, or at least do her own laundry, she has no parents around and still everything is so neat and tidy. How is it all explained; house maid ghosts?” “Well, that’s kind of what we need to talk about.” She pulled her into an empty room at the end of the hall, quietly shutting the door behind them. “The new producers want to take the Vampire Girls in a different direction.” Shit. That was never a good sign. Were they planning to kill off her character? She certainly hoped not. Her Vampire role made all the Girls so popular in the first place. Well, Vampire and her boyfriend slash love romance Alex were in almost every scene so there was not much of a television show without them. “Go on.” “Okay, what they want is to give the show more o… steam.” She snorted. “You mean sex; you mean you want me and Alex to be doing it?” “Well, actually, no.” She stared at him for a minute, trying to figure out if he was joking. He was not. “Oh I get it Rachel, You are breaking us up to sleep with other people and that will create friction within the show!” Rachel nodded and paced the room. “Listen, Catherine. The Vampire franchise is hot right now and that means we need to keep adding spice. Now I know you and Alex's friend on the show, Sam, are really an item in real life. We want to get you guys together on the show to add to the fire. Alex and Sam agreed, the rest of the regular cast agreed. We need your consent in order to bring the idea to the producers.” “Is there really that much press about me and Sam? On the show, I hate him you know. How are you going to get us to be romantic? May I remind you he's killed my dog, my sister, my best friend and my English teacher?” She was wondering what the writers would think of this, anything is possible, even bringing people back from the dead as in that old Dallas series, still could they bring her dog, sis, friend and teacher back to make Sam look good. “I’m not sure people are going to believe it, unless you give me amnesia or something, or make me a twin.”
“I don't think we need to go that far. All we have to do is put you two together in a hot scene, you know the urge is just too strong, and the audience will buy it. Face it babe, who wouldn't want to sleep with either you or Sam, or both?” How much sex are we talking about? “Well I don't mind getting it on with Sam and with Alex, but right now my character is a supposed virgin, how are you going to get by that?” She turned to face Rachel. “I do like my character and even I don't want her to change her morals” “Well she has to grow up some time and we would start you off with just Sam, you know a love interest? We can then include Alex later in the season. We just want to know if everyone is on board.” “Well I hope Alex isn't too upset. He is the lead and if the leading lady starts messing around with another man, how does that make him look, masculinity and all that.” Rachel ran a hand through her gorgeous raven hair, moving it off her face. “Funny, but Alex didn’t voice a single objection. I think he wants to start being a bad boy.” That stopped her cold. “He does, Mr. Goody-two-shoes?” “Yes. As a matter of fact, he seemed pretty excited about doing it on camera with you.” Alex wanted to get it on with her; he was such a prude when they hung out together. “I have no objections then.” “You need to think of what your character would be like as she matures to this new role. I know we had you being silly at times, this may also change, think about it.” “My character growing up?” She smiled as any actor would. The chance to grow a character was always a welcomed challenge and one that brought awards. “Well not all the way to middle age but we need to move her out of sophomore year and get her higher up in the high school, something close to legal. But that doesn't seem to stop half the shows on television that have high school students as the lead; they are all having sex right?” Yeah. Except for her. It was easy to play a virginal vampire in the television show because even though she was twenty-one, she was a virgin. It was assumed she was not just by the happenstance that she dated so much and she was a star. The guys she dated were all gentlemen, or gay or not interested.
She was a brand and it was the best and worst thing for her career at the same time. Sure, the first season had branched out into two seasons and a line of merchandise that involved everything from action figures to cereal to clothing, but it also killed her hopes of ever taken seriously as an actor. It also kept her from growing up in the eyes of many potential boyfriends she would like to date or have a relationship with. Just now, Sam and she were still in the deep kissing stage so even with him, she was some young virginal thing. To the entire population and her boyfriend, it seemed, she was the smart teenage vampire and was therefore unsuitable for older roles and adult relationships. Wow, this could change, she thought, I could finally grow up to at least a couple years from my real age and have a sex life on the tube. Which means she just may have a sex life off the screen too? “I’m gamed, Rachel, let's make her grow up and have sex!” “Whoa Lassie, let's make sure you save some of her ass for next season okay?” “I think she'll have ass leftover” Catherine laughed and suddenly felt lighter. “Well I have to get home. Thanks for the news Rachel and I can't wait for the new scripts.”
~~~******~~~ As she got into her car, she had a thought. She would die if Sam revealed to other people that she was a virgin. In addition, he may exploit it. She could not stand being humiliated like that and she did not totally trust Sam. He was an actor after all. Even if he started out being a normal person, this industry did stuff to you. She should know. Therefore, she had to lose her V card and she had to be rid of this problem. Her career was looking so bright and so successful in every avenue. She really did not have time to find a normal man she could fall in love with and spend a couple of years dating and finally giving up her virginity, as something special. She had to face it, that ship had sailed. From now on, especially if her character was going to be active, she would be open for scandal if some guy reveals he took her virginity. It was chilling how humiliated she would feel. She already was slammed for being from a backward, redneck town. They would really do a number on her in the tabloids if she was also some "sister christian". She would never be taken seriously. She wanted a long career in this town; she wanted to be around for a while. She needed to guard her privacy and her status.
On her way home, she called her best friend, Charles, to come over and talk about something "important." Charles was the only man she could trust. He had proven it again and again. Even though her career had taken off and his had not he remained a faithful friend and never talked to the tabloids about her. When he did get into the industry, another industry, they bought side-by-side homes at the top of a canyon hill, sharing a driveway, and trusted each other to keep the coming and goings of lovers and others private. Catherine opened her door to her next-door neighbor and friend since the first day she moved in. "They want my character to have sex and I haven't even done it in real life. How am I going to act something I have never done? I don't want to look like an idiot; the crew will start laughing at me.” Charles laughed. “Well you are not a real vampire and you seem pretty convincing to me. The crew may have had sex but they never sucked blood so I can see your reasoning though. Look cutie, it's an age old question and I have the age old answer” He walked over to his bag and tossed her a DVD. “What’s this?” Catherine set her purse on the coffee table, glad to be rid of the blue jeans as her bare legs swished coolly around the cotton skirt. Her skin would probably need air touching it for the rest of the night though. She poured herself and Charles a glass of wine and turned the boxed DVD over in her hand. It had a sprinkle of porn shots and the title was "How To Please a Woman, Anal Style" “Just my latest project. Didn't you know that most girls out here are virgins at least once and so to learn the tricks all you have to do is watch what the boys are watching, porno.” “Really it's that easy?” Catherine walked over to the DVD player and popped in the disc. "Think about it. Who has time to read a book on how to have sex? Most men get all their moves from porno or they should. Plus, this is what they think women do and want. It was Jerry Hanson's idea to add more oral and vibrators. He's my backer on this porn for men about what women want" Catherine grabbed the controls and they both dropped down into the deep club chairs around the plasma television. Catherine pulled up her cotton skirt around her thighs so legs were free as they crossed over the arm of the chair.
"Look, this is what I do now but I have this other idea. I want to make porno for women who want to learn how to give men what they want. The ones I make now, you know, what women really want, sell like hotcakes." Catherine nodded her head. She knew Charles was making a lot of money in this field. He tried to get a job as an actor in movies and television but he was just too good looking. It was a curse. There were just so many parts available for leading men. If you were really good looking no guy wanted the supporting guy to look better than him. The other supporting guys usually had really interesting faces or a certain type. Charles was not a character actor or a certain type. He was a really gorgeous lead actor type. This was the hardest area to break into so he waited tables and worked catering jobs, hoping he would age with character or have an industrial accident, until he met Jerry. Jerry took him on as a partner; Jerry directed and Charles starred, and the production house made money, expanded and grew. Charles was now as rich as Catherine was and only worked half the amount of time. However, he did not want to spend his entire life screwing strange women so after a day's work was done he would stick around and learn about editing and sound. He was getting really good with camera shots and staging and soon he was hoping to start his own production house doing mainstream movies, staring him. He thought of it as a backwards Robert Redford approach. "So listen to me Babe, It would just make a lot of sense, and save you a lot of reading time if you just watch a pro do it. The guys believe that is the way it's done, so if you just act like the women on the disc, you have it made. Trust me; everyone on your crew has seen a porno." Catherine shrugged and pressed the play button on the player. The title “Anal Fuck Buddies” was the first mini movie and the title flashed across the screen in large letters, followed by really hilarious made up names that sounded like real stars names - almost. She blinked hard when she saw this woman, scantily clad, suddenly pull down her panties and lean over to let this guy plunge a huge cock into her butt. It cannot be that easy, is it? She could not help but notice the lighting was really good. The sound was mixed well and the set was not bad. She started to pay attention to the storyline. Therefore, this woman forgot to pay the pool boy and instead spent all the money on new shoes. The pool guy demands the money. Would a blowjob work instead? Catherine
straightened up and leaned forward in her chair to watch. It really was well shot, nice camera moves. The guys penis was enormous though for such a little pool boy. Catherine said this to Charles and then added, "Doesn't that make regular guys feel, I don't know, inadequate?" "You know, I don't know the answer to that but big dicks have been around since the beginning of porn". Hmm Catherine thought, as she watched the guy slip his long dick down this woman's throat. "How does she do that without choking?" Catherine asked Charles. "Easy, you breathe through your nose and time your swallowing, like scuba diving, you manage your air," Charles answered with a knowing grin. Suddenly this other guy comes in all outraged. "Oh, he must be the boyfriend or hubby who gave her the money for the pool boy, right?" Catherine starts laughing. "Oh," she says when the woman pulls her skirt up to reveal no panties, she has her shirt pulled down to show off her stupendous breasts and now she is squatting on the floor. On each side is a guy with his dick fighting to plunge in her mouth. "Wow," Catherine exhales, "This really is, well, stirring." "Thanks", Charles responds, "Betty is so good for shots like this. She just got her boobs done so they are extra perky. But watch the guy when she straddles his lap." Catherine watches as Betty sits astride the hubby who is seated on the couch. She faces the camera and the hubby shoves his dick up her and starts to pump. It is mesmerizing. She does not move but this really long dick goes in and out of her, pumping into her. "Oh I get it; it's long so you can shoot scenes like this. But how does he do that?" Catherine exclaims with a shortened breath. "He doesn't even look like he is moving his hips but his dick is jack hammering into her. How is that possible?" "Oh Babe, that's nothing, this guy, Jack, has moves that had made this DVD a bestseller this year. He is already a millionaire and he was only at this for a year. He has signed an exclusive contract with Jerry and I, we own him for now" Suddenly Catherine clicks it off and looks at Charles. "I have a proposition for you," she says with a huge grin on her face. Wow, why didn't I think of this before, she thinks.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER TWO Charles is listening to Catherine and her proposal but he still has his jaw dropped open. Catherine is a huge television star and will go on to make films, he is sure of it, like many female actors. He cannot take her virginity just because she thinks it is a nuisance. Nevertheless, as he listens to her he understands her reasoning. He then sits back in his chair and closes his mouth, running his hand over his chin. "Catherine, what if you did it in the way you do best. Since you can't give your virginity to someone you love, study one of our scripts and do it with two people who are skilled, sworn to secrecy and will make you feel happy and safe?" "What do you mean, Charles?" "Look I care for you but I also know you fall in love with a lot of your leading male characters.
I know you have a thing for Alex and for Sam. With a script, you can pretend you
are giving it up to them and at least feel better about it. "But how," Catherine said, "I can't just knock on the door and demand a three-way with Alex and Sam. "No, but I can write a script that includes all three. I will act out the "Alex" part and Jack will act out the "Sam" part. If you know, it is a script you will be more relaxed. Jack is signed to us for a year so he will be sworn to secrecy or I will threaten him with never working in this biz again. We are both tested weekly and safe and you are a virgin so I guess you do not have any STD's. Catherine laughed and then got serious. It made sense. She could act it out and feel secure in her character of, well, her. She could relax and maybe even have fun. "Okay!" Catherine said with a lot of gusto, "But we do it here, upstairs in the guest room. The last thing I want is hidden camera's taping me that show up right before I accept an academy award. "Yes," Charles said, "I will tell Jack we are trying out a new script and a new girl. He's use to screen tests and won't question it as long as he is paid well." "I'm still going to wear a mask though," Catherine said, "Just a little party mask, I don't want Jack to blurt it out that he did me when he is old and gray. Also let's keep our real names for now
so we don't all get confused. Just tell Jack the names haven't been decided on yet, names and masks." "No problem," Charles laughs, "We had him wearing the Phantom of the Opera mask for five movies, and he won't even question it. Nor the names since we don't even use them much anyway." "So what will I be?" Catherine asks. "Well a virgin, of course, but willing. I will make sure the script reads how much the men care about you and want your needs first. You will have the beautiful virgin role. The two men won't be best friends so things don't get kinky, how about they are just sharing you because there are not enough women around, like the Wild West or cowboy stuff." "Cowboy, I thought that was so 1990's". Charles looks up to see Catherine laughing at him. "You wouldn't know 1990 porn from 2010 porn if it bit you in the ass," Charles laughs back. "True, since I was just born, well I think you have some writing to do." "Yeah," said Charles, "I think I have just the script. What do you think of a vampire meeting a cowboy in the Wild West?"
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER THREE THE SCRIPT READING Charles took careful consideration of his new “wife”, Catherine. The moment she had spoken at the train platform, her voice had drizzled over him like a cool spring rain after the heat of a long hard ride. She was a tall, willowy brunette and curvy in all the right places, Catherine was an unexpected surprise. Like expecting it to be a wet morning and greeted with hot sunshine instead. She had not said much after leaving the minister. She knew what she was getting into. Still he planned to make it his goal to ensure that she never had a moment’s fear in what was to follow. “Would you like to get something to eat before we adjourn upstairs to our rooms?” Charles asked.
Catherine visibly startled at his first word. Her soft gaze hit him square in the gut every time she looked in his direction. He felt the pangs of love and protection begin to filter around his heart. This was a woman he could fall in love with very easily, if he hadn’t started already. “I don’t think I could eat, but thank you all the same.” Jack led the way to their room upstairs. They had already decided to not carry her over the threshold. Charles watched Catherine carefully. Her demeanor and the rigid set of her body suggested she was trying to bear up to what came next with false bravado. She did not need it though. “You don’t have to be frightened.” Her breath shot out like a quiet huff of disbelief and her amber gaze drilled through him like a firebrand. “I appreciate that, but deeds speak louder than words.” Charles’s sudden half-smile seemed to put her at ease. “Got it. I’ll make sure my deeds mirror my words whenever we’re together.” Jack held the door for her once they arrived at the room. Catherine hesitated for a moment in the doorway, but then entered quickly. The large, soft inviting brass bed centered in the room greeted them. Charles could not wait to begin and smiled looking around the room. Once the door shut behind them, Charles placed her bags near the door and moved closer to take care of what he considered unfinished business between them. Her attention was focused on the bed, her expression that of someone having second thoughts about their recent actions. “May I have a kiss?” Again, she startled as he spoke. Catherine inhaled deeply and glanced at Jack, who grinned. She turned to face him. “Certainly.” Charles did not want to frighten her, but he did want to make his point. Kissing was important. The first passionate kiss shared between a man and a woman was especially imperative to his way of thinking. The pecks he gave her on her cheek before did not count. Cupping her face in his large hands, he lowered his mouth slowly. He stopped a breath from her lips taking a moment to anticipate what she would taste like. Her fingers rose from her sides and gripped his forearms before he connected. Charles completed the connection. Blissfully soft and yielding lips met his in a lip-lock he would not ever forget. He licked her mouth open with his tongue to invade the warm space
inside. She tasted delicious. For the first time since seeing her, Charles allowed his ardor free reign. His cock hardened immediately the moment her tongue touched his. Languidly expressive at the outset, their first kiss soon intensified. Her fingers tightened on his arms as her body relaxed against his chest. Charles slid one hand around her shoulders to pull her closer into his frame. She moaned into his mouth and his hips pressed forward of their own accord. His cock was fully erect and ready to make her his. He would not allow his unruly dick to guide him, but the interesting events that led him to this seeped into his mind. Catherine backed up a step and pulled him with her. Her legs bumped into the foot of the bed and she startled enough to break their kiss. Panting softly, she lifted her face to look deeply into his eyes. “I’m frightened of the way you make me feel.” “You have nothing to fear from me or Jack, I swear it.” His hand brushed down her lovely face. He lowered his mouth to hers and again kissed her until she relaxed against him again. Charles sensed Jack watching them. The sexual visuals gliding across his mind involving the three of them with regard to the coming afternoon and evening aroused him to a level he had never been before. He pulled away and released her lips with regret. “I believe Jack would like to kiss you, too.” She blinked and turned her gaze to Jack. “You two get acquainted while I get undressed.” Charles added. If the notion of him taking his clothes off made her uncomfortable, she did not show it. Jack stepped into the space Charles had deserted. His arms wrapped solidly around her before he lowered his lips to hers. The bulge evident in his britches told Charles that Jack was just as anxious to get this event underway.
~~~******~~~ "Cut", Catherine said, "Britches, really? Just where are we?" Jack smiled and sat down on the chair next to the bed. He was used to interruptions and paid very little attention to Catherine when they were not in character. To him she was just another starlet wannabe with a little pink mask on. He did look at Charles, his boss, though. He wondered if he would put up with a simple underpaid actor interrupting a rehearsal that was costing him a great deal of money. Jack was being paid three times the normal hourly rate to try out this new avenue of entertainment - cowboys and vampires, what's next trekkies and hobbits?
He did not much care. He was going to retire next year and invest all his wealth in managing a healthcare facility for medicinal marijuana He never used it himself but he knew big business when he saw it. He almost had the total investment amount he needed to go in with two of his fellow porn stars. He smiled. Not many people knew that some of the best-known businesses were started with money from porn. "Don't worry about it," Charles said to the female acting as Catherine. "We will have costume deal with the stuff; you don't have to unbutton it or anything." "Roll Um"
~~~******~~~ Catherine kissed Jack and for the second time since she had entered the room, she was surprised. Charles’s kiss had been aggressive, overwhelming and passionate. Jack’s lips aroused her to a fever pitch as well, but in a completely different way. His kiss was languorous, engaging and irresistible. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Charles remove his shirt and lost all train of thought. Jack paused long enough to see what caught her eye but resumed kissing her as if he saw a man undressing every day. Perhaps he did. However, Catherine did not. She stiffened in his arms and pulled away. “I need to tell you something.” “Okay.” “I’ve heard that most women who opt for this life are of a certain type and I just wanted to let you know that I’m not that type.” The two men exchanged puzzled glances. Charles finished unbuttoning the top part of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. Muscles rippled beneath his chest, belly and arms distracting her for a moment at the sheer beauty of the male body. The few scars he bore did not deflect any appreciation for his physique, but instead, only added interest. “What type are you?” Charles asked. He zeroed his gaze on her and started unfastening his gun belt. Catherine glanced away, reluctant to tear her gaze from his beautiful body. She suspected Jack’s body was muscularly built in a similar way after holding them both. Jack grinned at her and she forgot the question. He leaned in and whispered, “It doesn’t matter to us what type of woman you are as long as you’re willing.”
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted. “I know some mail order brides who aren’t and that’s why they choose this life, but I’m different. And I—” “That’s fine. Don’t worry.” Jack kissed her again and she forgot everything else until a halfdressed Charles slid an arm around her back, burrowed his face into her neck and kissed a sensitive spot below her ear. With the both of them so close, her heartbeat increased to an alarming rate. “Let me help you get undressed while Jack gets comfortable.” Jack stepped away and Catherine was distracted by Charles’s seduction. Before she realized his intention, her hair spilled out of its twist and a couple of the pins holding it in place fell to the floor. His nimble fingers pulled the remaining ones out and dumped them on a table near the end of the bed. She shook her hair out, reveling in the freedom of her hair flowing loose from the tight bun. He turned back and started unbuttoning her dress. By the time Jack returned, Charles had her down to only a thin shift, her constricting corset and her stockings. The rest of her petticoats and her dress were placed delicately on a chair near the table. Behind her was the large bed. Would all three of them fit? She trembled in anticipation of what was to come. One man was alarming enough. The idea of two sent her heart into palpitations. “We want you to feel comfortable being naked with us from the start.” Jack had removed every stitch and his cock brushed her hip as he hugged her. “Let’s move closer to the bed,” Charles said and shucked off his pants. He helped her remove the rest of her things, including the tight corset, until the three of them were completely naked. Charles pulled her into his arms and kissed her lips again. Behind her, Jack hugged up close until she was sandwiched between the two of them. With so much masculine flesh surrounding her, it was difficult not to feel overwhelmed and yet protected at the same time. “We’re going to take this slow for the first time. We want you to relax.” Jack sat on the bed and pulled her onto his lap. His cock dented the space along one side of her spine. Charles, meanwhile, bent to kiss her. Manicured hands cupped her breasts, as the engaging kiss continued and the sensation was remarkable. A heat flared deeply within her body. Her butt tightened and a rush of wetness coated her pussy When Charles’s hands brushed her
face, she realized Jack’s hands were the ones teasing her nipples and another wash of arousal tore through her body. The very idea of being intimate with two men was exhilarating. Charles pulled his lips from hers slowly and smiled. He soon got on his knees next to the bed and put his hands on her inner thighs. “Open your thighs a little bit more for me.” Catherine widened her legs. Still seated on Jack’s lap, his fingers still gently tweaked her nipples sending spiraling arousal to the space between her legs. “Suck on her nipples, Charles. Tell me what they taste like.” Jack’s low spoken words accompanied his bending forward. Catherine bent as well until her breasts pushed into Charles’s face. Jack’s hand slid away from one breast revealing a taut aching nipple. Charles drew the tip into his warm mouth. The sensation of suction he exerted was almost unbearable. Not with pain, but with the most acute pleasure she had ever enjoyed. His tongue licked across the rigid tip repeatedly sending streaks of warmth to the very core of her being. Catherine felt Jack’s free hand slip to the space between her legs. His fingers delved into her most intimate folds and she resisted the sincere urge to leap out of bed. His finger glanced over a very sensitive place causing her to moan out loud. Charles pulled his mouth from her breast. “She tastes like honey. But I see you’ve found something better.” “She’s very wet for us, Charles.” “Is she? Good. Let me take a taste below.” “What?” Catherine listened to their banter only barely paying attention as the arousing notion of what they suggested filtered into her mind. “He’s going to lick your pussy,” Jack whispered against her ear. “Trust me, you’ll love it.” Jack’s hand lifted from between her legs only to be replaced by Charles’s mouth. Catherine dropped her head and watched as he licked her intimate folds. The sensation of his mouth down there made her heart pound wildly. Seconds later, he licked the very sensitive place Jack had found earlier. She writhed as Charles’s tongue entered her body a few times before he resumed licking the small nub of her clit.
A steady buzzing feeling built inside her body the likes of which she’d never felt before in her lonely twenty-one -year life span. Jack’s fingers glistened with her juices as he drew them to his mouth. The sound of enjoyment he made accompanied by his stiff cock throbbing against her back sent her to a new level of arousal. The pleasurable sensation between her legs had reached a crescendo. Erotic waves of delight sent a potent longing higher and higher. Something was coming. Something stupendous. Once he’d licked her essence from his fingertips, Jack resumed touching her nipples. As if an invisible thread was connected from her nipples to her core, Catherine experienced nirvana. She arched her back and a small shriek erupted as a prolonged blaze of pleasure enveloped her body. Wave after wave of tingling release rushed outward to every limb, to her fingertips. Jack’s mouth brushed her ear. “Did that feel as good as it sounded?” Catherine panted. It was her only response. Charles kissed her belly. “Now she’s even wetter.” “Good. It will ease your cock into her virgin space.” “What did you do to me?” Catherine, weak from their ministrations, wondered if this was the way intimacy was supposed to be. (The sex act she had witnessed was nowhere near this luxurious - that one seemed more like a sport. “Did you like it?” She inhaled deeply and responded on a sigh. “Yes.” Charles stood. “Now that you’re wetter and more relaxed, we can continue. Do you know what happens between men and women physically?” “I thought I did, but so far I’m completely shocked at how good it feels. I didn’t expect pleasure.” “Losing your virginity might sting a little, but not for long. I promise to be as gentle as I can.” “I’ll be fine.” Catherine opened her eyes to see Charles’s immense cock lining up with the apex of her open legs. He inserted his member slowly into her body as she watched with rapt fascination. In her ear, Jack whispered, “Relax, honey. Just relax.”
The girth of Charles’s cock worried her only momentarily. The size of him filled her tight opening to capacity. The slick moisture she’d expelled helped ease him inside further and further until he hit the wall of her virgin flesh. Catherine stiffened her spine and bore up, waiting for him to thrust forward suddenly to breach it, but instead, he put his hand between them. His finger found her clit and stroked. Seeing his cock half inside her body was arousing in and of itself. His finger rubbing that sensitive little button sent tingling spirals of arousal through her yet again. “Do you see him fingering your clit? Can you see his cock ready to pierce you?” Jack’s whispered words aroused her even more. “Come again, honey. We want you to feel really good.” The ascending desire came more quickly this time. After only a few minutes the same wonderful sensation enveloped her. Catherine felt the spasm of her inner muscles grip Charles’s cock. He pulled his member out of her and entered again to the rhythm of her pulsing core. After the third such spasm, Charles thrust forward to the hilt and broke through her virginal wall as if it were gossamer. The pain was minimal and not the agonizing ripping of flesh she had expected. Not like what she had read. This was so great. Sex was enjoyable. Moreover, that realization was the greatest shock of all.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER FOUR "Um, cut!" This time it was Charles who called cut. He was buried deep inside Catherine and he was having trouble focusing. He looked at Jack who just grinned. "Happens to us all man, I just start counting my hourly wage by the amount of days I have left to work on your contract." “God, she’s tight.” Charles hadn’t moved since burying his cock all the way inside Catherine’s body. Jack’s dick pulsed at the very idea of what it must feel like. Warm. Wet. Wickedly vise-like. In addition, he started to think about money again Jack kissed her neck. “Are you okay, honey?” “I feel fine. It didn’t hurt at all.” Catherine said, with a smile under her mask.
“I’m glad because Charles’s gonna continue to make love to you while I watch and enjoy. When you’re ready, we’ll switch places because I’d like to do the exact same thing - at least that's what the script says so let's get back to work before I start going soft and need a fluffer.” “All…all right.” She sounded satisfied, which was music to Charles' ears. He needed a breather but Jack brought him back to the present. He had not lost his footing like this for a year or so. He thought he was a pretty good actor but Catherine really was something special and it felt, well special, and this was friends with "bene's" stuff. Okay though, he would give his friend what she wanted and to do that he had to get back in character." "Jack, what doe the script say...? CONTINUED... Charles thrust his dick forward into her pussy and pushed Catherine’s body against his with the most delicious pressure. Jack’s cock was denting the upper part of her ass cheek and if he did not keep a rein on his ardor, he might explode before getting inside her body. Jack sucked in a long deep breath to keep control. He filled his hands with her luscious breasts, tweaking the nipples as Charles found a steady rhythm to his thrusts. As Charles’s strokes increased and sped up, Jack released one breast and slid his hand down to finger Catherine’s clit. She was so responsive to their touch. So honest in her reaction. Not at all what he’d expected from her from their first meeting. Catherine shuddered and her spine arched. A little shriek came from her sweet lips as she climaxed. Three thrusts later, Charles stiffened and his guttural sound of satisfaction washed through Jack as if he’d had the orgasm. Lightly slumped against him eyes closed and with a smile shaping her lips, Catherine was the most beautiful woman Jack had ever seen. He hugged her tight and kissed a trail from her neck to her shoulder. “That was amazing.” Charles leaned down and kissed Catherine’s lips as he withdrew his cock. He then walked to the water basin across the room to wet a cloth. “Whatever I expected with regard to my first time,” Catherine panted as she spoke, “It certainly wasn’t what just happened.” Charles returned to the side of the bed to gently wash the few spots of blood and semen from her thighs. “What did you expect?”
A laugh escaped as her eyes opened halfway. “I expected awkwardness, pain and humiliation.” “Why would you ever expect that?” Charles finished cleaning her up. She shrugged and remained quiet. Charles tipped her chin up and kissed her mouth. Jack thought his cock would burst at witnessing yet another seductive kiss. He stroked her nipples as the kiss lengthened and became more aggressive. He nuzzled the back of her neck as their kiss ensued. She moaned and Jack’s cock pulsed with a virulent need. Charles leaned away. “I believe your other man would like to pleasure you. He’s waited so patiently to make love to you.” Jack watched Charles put his hand between her legs. “Are you sore down here?” Catherine shook her head as a faint blush came into her cheeks. “I feel marvelous down there.” “I’m going to make you feel even better, honey.” He shifted his body from beneath hers and left her on her back on the bed with her legs dangling off. Jack reached for the quilt over the pillow and pulled it back to reveal the sheets. He lifted her from the bed and into his arms for a tender embrace. He kissed her and she melted into his arms to reciprocate. After several lip-licking moments, he turned and laid her in the bed. Cock pulsing with barely constrained lust, Jack climbed into bed and positioned himself on top of his new lovely, sexy woman. Her soft body was a reverent reminder of how lucky he and Charles had been to convince her to give herself to them. Braced on his elbows, Jack gazed into her eyes. She smiled and her lazy satisfied expression warmed his heart. He bent his head and took one firm nipple in his mouth. Charles climbed into bed with them and kissed Catherine’s shoulder before putting his mouth on her other nipple. She made sultry panting noises as they suckled her breasts. Jack released her pert tip and kneed her legs wider apart. She took the hint and spread her legs apart as if readying for his penetration. “Are you ready for me, honey?” “Yes.” Her simple quiet reply sent another bolt of lust trailing down his body. Charles continued to suck one nipple and reached over to pinch and fondle her other breast. Jack lined his cock up and entered her sweet pussy in one long awaited pleasurable thrust to the hilt.
Her passage was tighter than he’d imagined. Jack sent his gaze to Catherine’s face wanting to ensure she was not in any pain. A satisfied smile greeted him. “The feel of you inside me is almost breathtaking. I never imagined intimacy would be so enjoyable.” “I’m glad, honey.” Jack pulled out slowly and pushed back inside the warm nirvana of her pussy. “Charles, why don’t you rub her clit? I’d love to hear her come again as I fuck her.” Without removing his mouth from her breast, Charles sent his fingers down between them to stroke her clitoris. Catherine’s eyes drifted closed and she released a long shuttering sigh. Jack sped up his thrusts to her vocal appreciation. Stroke after stroke, Jack held onto his climax with the barest of thread of control, waiting for her to come one more time. He was not disappointed. A short satisfied shriek filled the air as her pussy clamped down on his dick in rhythmic pulses. It was all he could do not to blow his wad the moment the first vise-like squeeze of her pussy encompassed his cock. Her lovely hips gyrating to the rhythm of his thrusts, Jack slammed his cock deep inside her pussy as an orgasm of unfathomable pressure released from his body and into hers. From the top of his head to the tips of his toes, Jack reveled in the long sought climax as if he had waited a lifetime for it. His breath coming in short pants, he pierced her one more time and collapsed on her body trapping Charles’s hand between them. He did not seem to care. “I’ll be goddamned if that wasn’t the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” Charles finally removed his lips from her nipple. “Isn’t she the sweetest?” Catherine had to admit this was probably the best way for any woman to lose her V-card, except if she was in love of course, and could trust the guy and, well, forget it, this was almost as good and very memorable. She was more indebted to her best friend than ever before.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER FIVE Five months later
Catherine sat at an outdoor café, leafing through the reviews of the new season. It could not go any better. Every one love her character's newfound "independence" and classy adult like attitude. It was a hit that was signed for another year. Being on sabbatical had its up's and down's though. She was happy with many things but she still had the problem of misplaced sex. She figured it out this way. Her first time was so special in so many ways. She had two men adore her, take their time, perform just for her and it was perfect. Too perfect. What happen next was she finally went all the way with Sam and it was, well, boring. He just wasnt' as good as Charles and Jack. Then she tried Alex and he was even more disappointing. She told Charles about it and he just laughed. "You got it on with porn stars, baby, and then you went back to reality. There are very few people out there that are as good as we are, and that's because we are scripted." He shook his head, sat down opposite her at the table, and ordered a coffee, regular. Charles was New York no matter where he was and he drank coffee, regular. Catherine knew if she allowed herself, she would fall in love with Charles. She also knew she could not. Her career was so hot right now and her agent had her out with all these hot male stars. The last guy she had a date with at some social fundraiser had been nominated for a Golden Globe just last month. She was out and being seen and the movie deals were starting to appear like a mirage in the distance. If she were seen dating and having a relationship with a porn star, her career would be over. She knew that Charles knew that too. Therefore, for now, Catherine Maple and Charles Varallo were neighbors and borrowed sugar. The other important thing was after that one night they did not get together again sexually. If you looked at it the way they did, Catherine reasoned, if they had sex again, it would be making love and then they really would be lost.
~~~******~~~ Catherine Russell signs another season of Vampire Girls. Vampy girl seen with Kirby Bailey, nominee for best actor Golden Globe. Sources say they have been keeping odd hours, together!! Dmitri crumpled the trashy newspaper in his fist, tossing it into a trashcan as he walked by. Ninety-nine percent of what was reported in that paper was garbage, but every once in a while a
story held a grain of truth. He’d seen her a couple of days ago—he knew she couldn’t be spending time with that guy but some part of him refused to accept the story as a lie until he saw her for himself. He paused on the sidewalk outside her townhouse. He could not sense any noise or movement inside. She was not home, but at this time of the day, that was nothing new. He thought he might know where he could find her—at the little café where she read the paper most mornings. His fixation with her had started a few months ago, when he’d happened to catch her latest television show. Although he didn’t approve of the subject matter, Catherine Russell's had intrigued him from the first. She inspired in him both fascination and aggravation, which had led to his obsessive behavior of late—behavior becoming increasingly difficult to control. What had started as an innocent curiosity mixed with a dash of anger had turned into something more, something he didn’t quite understand. Something he didn’t want, but there was nothing he could do about it. He’d felt like this one other time in his life, and that had ended horribly. He couldn’t let that happen again, yet he couldn’t seem to stay away. The café was just a short distance from her townhouse. He put his helmet back on and adjusted his leather gloves. Clothed head to foot in leather was one way to keep the sunlight off his skin. The full visor on his helmet shielded his face. It was a great way to get around. This time she wasn’t alone. An older guy was at her table. He smelled of sex but not hers. It was no longer perplexing to Dmitri since he was spending time in this town he came across this sex smell more and more. She got up, gave the sex man a kiss on the check and started to walk away. She headed in the direction of her townhouse. He swung around on his bike to follow. He kept his distance, though, not wanting to spook her. Women these days were unpredictable. She was just as likely to attack him as call the police if she felt threatened by a guy all in black leather. She went inside, closing and locking the door behind her. He stayed back, but he was close enough that his ears could pick up the metallic slide of the deadbolt lock clicking into place. He should have left then and there, having proven that she was indeed alone. He didn’t.
He leaned against his bike, his gaze focused on that locked door. It was nothing to take personally—she didn’t even know he was there, but somehow he felt slighted. He closed his eyes and groaned. This was getting to be too much. He had to do something, before this obsession took over his life. Vampire Girl,
~~~******~~~ Catherine sank down onto the couch, tears welling in her eyes. This was it. She had to admit she was falling for Charles and she was miserable. She couldn't tell him, couldn't even admit it out loud to anyone. The biggest problem was Charles was her best friend and this was her biggest problem and she could not share her biggest problem with her best friend because it was about him. She did not want to try to have sex with anyone else and she did not worry about what people said about her now. It was so funny to her that what was a big problem about six months ago is now no big deal. Maybe, just maybe, this problem would seem like that six months from now. She would just have to wait. A knock at the door stopped her thoughts short, like an exclamation point. She got up to answer it, wondering who would bother her at this time of the day. If it was the press, which was a definite possibility, she was not prepared to deal with them. She was still in a funk from her messed up life with Charles and did not want to look all happy about that guy with the golden globe nomination. She reached for the doorknob, but pulled back. A feeling of trouble hit her hard, like a physical blow. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, waiting for the feeling to pass. It usually did. This time it did not. She should just walk away, pretend she was not home. She could not. She needed to open the door, even knowing that opening it would change her life forever. She gulped and unlocked the deadbolt, the sharp click of the lock sounding hollow and grim. She’d felt things before, but never anything like this. She’d never sensed that she was in actual danger, but helpless to do anything about it. The knob turned easily in her hand and she swung open the door, unable to shake the sense that she was inviting her own doom. One look at the man standing there and her mouth went dry. A cold sweat broke out on her brow and she shook her head. She’d seen him before, around the café a few times. His presence had never bothered her there, but there was a big difference between sitting a few tables away
and having him standing so close she could feel the tension that radiated from him. If she’d been able to get her legs to move, she would have run screaming, "run away, run away". His hair was brown, with the faintest hint of lighter brown streaked through it. It was cut fairly short, but long enough on top to look ragged. His eyes were a few shades darker than his hair, so deep they could almost be called black. There was something about him she couldn’t quite pinpoint, something that had the hairs on the back of her neck standing on end. She swallowed hard before speaking, hoping to hold onto that last little thread of composure. He probably had a very good reason for showing up on her front porch, looking like some kind of maniac. “Yes, what is it?” “Are you Catherine Russell?” His voice was deep, almost hypnotic, and very faintly accented. Was it Spanish? Italian? She could not be sure. “Um, yes.” She spoke slowly, cautiously. She tried to look down to see if he was holding a FedEx or UPS envelope of something and then she would feel relief from this awful high alert neon flashing light going off in her head, ready to fight or flee at his slightest movement. It could have something to do with the dark expression, the dark clothes, and the dark stubble that lined his jaw. Or it could be the fact that he was at least six-three, built like a linebacker, and had placed his foot in the open door so there was no way she could close it. “I thought so.” His eyes glittered with a strange light, almost animal-like. He regarded her with an arched brow, his expression a cross between intrigue and anger. She involuntarily backed up a step, trying to figure out a way to get the door closed so she could get to the phone to call the police. “I won’t hurt you.” He gave the door a quick shove and was inside before she could do anything. He slammed the door behind him and locked the deadbolt. “Not much, anyway.” She backed into the kitchen, blindly reaching behind her for the phone. She picked it up and lifted the receiver to her ear. The line was dead. Her heart raced and a thin film of cold sweat broke out over her brow. She did not want to end her life like this. “What do you want?” He took the dead phone out of her hand and set it on the counter. He skimmed a finger along her jaw. “I want to teach you a lesson.”
“What?” Her voice came out as a squeak. “I’ve never even met you. What did I do to you that made you want to hurt me?” He shook his head and clicked his tongue. “Do you really think your actions in that television show doesn't have consequences?” “What are you talking about? No animals, even the bats are never harmed in our taping. We don't really have sex so I don't have to use protection and we do recycle, it just looks like we toss the milk cartons right into the trash. No one gets hurt. Vampires are not real so I do not really kill them. I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Don’t you?” He smirked. “In your world, vampires are all-knowing. Of course, you have no idea what we are really like.” We? She blinked at him. Did he really think he was a vampire? “What part of the vampire show makes you angry?” He sighed deeply. “It’s just you, Catherine. Just you.” He continued to stroke her jaw, and she couldn’t stop the little tingle that ran through her. She was scared out of her mind, but there was something else there, something harder to define. Something she refused to define, since the man was obviously certifiable. “What is it that you want?” “I want to show you the truth.” He smiled, but there wasn’t a hint of gentleness in it. “You will understand, no matter what I have to do to get through to you.” He fisted a hand in her hair and pulled her head back. “Do I make myself clear?” “Clear? Oh, yes. Crystal. I promise not to make fun of vampires anymore. I will be a good little girl and—“ “Shut up!” “Sorry.” He narrowed his eyes at her, the set of his mouth grim. “Not another word.” She clamped her mouth shut and swallowed hard. Her vision faded, and the last thing she saw before she hit the floor was the deadly look in his eyes.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER SIX Fuck.
Now what was he supposed to do with her? It would have been much easier to walk her to her car. He couldn’t exactly fling her over his shoulder, carry her out and toss her over his motorcycle. Surely, she had nosy neighbors. All of these snotty little neighborhoods did. He looked down at her, a twinge of guilt knifing through him. He had not meant to scare her this badly. On the other hand, had he? Maybe. Impulse control was not exactly his strong point. She was a lot smaller than he had expected. On the screen, she had looked so tall, with those tight jeans and skimpy tight shirt. She even looked tall when they had her in sneakers. He figured it was the way they shot her but now she looked breakable. Lying in a heap on the kitchen floor, her light brown hair fanned out around her, she did not look at all like the girl in the show. He was wondering if he was disappointed. He had to stop that train of thought right now. If he was going to teach her any kind of a lesson, and he definitely planned to do just that, he would have to carry out his original plan. His plan most certainly did not involve admiring that incredibly cute butt or the way she looked so helpless—as much as he would like to. Later, there would be plenty of time for that. Now the question remained, how was he going to get her home? “Hey, Catherine. Wake up.” Nothing. “Catherine?” He bent down and shook her lightly. She stirred, but did not open her eyes. Wonderful. He should have planned this better. If he’d just sat down and thought about it a little longer— Without leaving him much time to react, Catherine jumped up and took a swing at him. Something hard clipped him on the side of his face. She pulled her arm back to swing again, but he was ready for her this time. He grabbed her wrist and squeezed. She cried out and dropped whatever it was she’d been holding, the object clattering to the floor. “Let me go!” He snorted, holding her off with minimal effort. He had to admit, though, that he hadn’t expected her to be this strong. For such a little thing, he could picture her holding her own easily with almost anyone.
But not him. She wasn’t any match for him. No woman was, and he made sure they were all aware of that. “Why don’t we take a little ride in your car?” She stilled and glared at him. “Is that some kind of a euphemism for sex? Is that what you want from me?” He laughed. “I’m not looking for sex.” Although seeing her in person may have changed his mind on that. “I just want to talk to you for a little while.” He rubbed his jaw, which was aching a little from her blow. “What did you hit me with, anyway?” “My cell phone.” “Your cell phone?” He’d been shot at, stabbed, run over, and stuck in more life-threatening situations than he could count, but no one had ever smacked him in the face with a cell phone before. It was a little unsettling that she’d tried to beat him up with a communication tool. What was she going to do next, try to tie him up with an earphone? “If you come willingly, this will be much easier.” She shook her head. “That’s not going to happen.” “Then I guess I’m going to have to make you very uncomfortable.” He pulled a length of twine cording from his jacket pocket and bound her hands behind her back. She struggled, and it almost shamed him that he was enjoying her fear. Almost. He couldn’t quite make himself feel the remorse he should probably feel. He shouldn’t be feeling bad. In the back of his mind, somewhere, he knew what he was doing was wrong. However, the fixation he’d developed had clouded his better judgment. He’d feel the guilt later, probably more than he could handle, but now he just felt the need to find a way to rid his thoughts of her. She ground the heel of her boot into the top of his foot in a last ditch effort to save herself. He laughed at the idea of such a little woman getting the better of him. It had never happened before, not even while he was human, and he wasn’t about to let it happen now. He started to tighten the bonds around her wrists even more, but changed his mind at the last minute. Instead, he pulled her against him so her arms were flush with his chest, her hands dangerously close to his cock. He made the mistake of inhaling her scent, a rich blend of linen and spice, and it nearly drove him out of his mind.
He resisted the urge to groan and reminded himself that he was here for a reason other than sex. Although the thought of getting her naked in his bed held more appeal by the minute, he had more important things to do first. Pushing aside her hair, he leaned in and licked the tender skin of her neck. “Do you know what I’m going to do with you?” “The only thing I want you to do is let me go.” She wiggled against him, unaware that every movement sent a jolt of fire through his body. Her fingers brushed his rapidly hardening cock. He could feel how hot they were even through the leather of his pants. He inhaled more of her fresh scent and fantasized about what her blood would taste like. He would taste her, possibly in more ways than one. But not yet. He resisted the urge to sink his fangs into her delicate flesh for a small sample. For now, he contented himself with tasting the fear that lingered on her skin, along with a sweet, almost sensual note he hadn’t planned on. “I have big plans for you, Catherine. I can’t wait to get you home and get a taste of the hot blood I can feel pounding in your veins.” She shivered. When she spoke, her tone was meeker, more uncertain. “If you let me go now, I promise not to press charges. I’ll pretend like this whole thing never happened.” “When I’m through with you, my dear, I’ll make sure it will be impossible for you to forget.” She whimpered and her legs seemed to give out. She leaned hard against him and he sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of her wrists rubbing against his cock. She had to know how hard he was, it would be impossible for her not to feel it. He shoved her away and paced the room, trying to get control of himself before he did something stupid like rip off her clothes and take her right there in her kitchen. He grunted and slammed his hand into the wall. He would never allow himself to touch her intimately without consent. No matter how much he suddenly wanted to, he wouldn’t take her without her permission. At least not in the sexual sense. He’d come here with the intention of taking her back to his house— keeping her there until she’d learned her lesson—and he wasn’t going to stop because of a stupid little attraction he felt towards the woman. “Let’s go.” He grabbed her arm a little too roughly, trying to compensate for his uncharacteristic lack of control over his body.
“Where do you think you’re taking me?” She stumbled and he had to slow his pace so she could keep up. He drew in a few deep breaths to steady his rapid breathing. When he was finally ready to face her, he was able to plaster some semblance of an evil smile across his face. “I can’t tell you until we get there. That would ruin the surprise.” He led her out to her car and had to fight with her to get her into the passenger seat. At one point, she opened her mouth to scream, but he quickly clamped his hand over it. “That wouldn’t be a very wise idea.” She bit into his palm and he dropped his hand. The second he let go, she yelled at the top of her lungs. “Somebody help me!” A few people stopped to stare. He stuffed Catherine into the passenger seat and held up his hand. Holding her in place with one hand, pressing hard against her shoulder, Dmitri motioned to the passersby on the street. “Move along folks. I am a US Marshall. This woman is wanted for questioning on illegal drug activity, and I have to bring her in to the police station.” They accepted his lie without question, going back about their business as if they hadn’t just seen him put a woman with her hands tied behind her back into his car. He laughed, thinking that could not have happened anywhere but New York or L.A. He buckled the seat belt around Catherine and closed the door, walking around to the other side of the car and getting behind the wheel. Once he had the car on the road, she turned to him. “You’re in so much trouble.” She shifted in the seat, adjusting her hands. “Worse than trouble. You are… you are… ” “Believe me, honey, I’ve been told worse than you can even imagine.” He stopped at a red light and turned to her. “You’d be a lot more comfortable if you faced forward and rested your hands flat against the seat back.” “Go to hell.” “I’ve already been there. It wasn’t so bad.” The light turned green and he turned left, heading toward the highway that would take them back to his house. “Why don’t you just relax and enjoy the ride? We’re going to be in the car for a while.” She turned her nose up at him in a gesture that was almost comical and looked out the window. Her voice was haughty when she spoke. “If you’re not going to take me back home this second, I’m not going to talk to you for the rest of the ride.”
That was fine with him.
~~~******~~~ Oh, wasn’t this just perfect? It had been bad when she could not tell Charles how she felt, that she wanted so much to be in love with him and have a relationship. The thing was everything else in her life was perfect. Therefore, karma had to step in and show her how it could be. She could lose it all because nothing compared to being spirited away to some isolated house in the middle of the woods with a lunatic that thought he was a vampire. She rubbed her wrists, still red and sore from the rope he had bound them with. He’d told her they wouldn’t hurt so much if she’d sat still instead of trying to work her arms free, but did he really expect her to sit there and allow him to kidnap her without trying to free herself? The fact that she was just twenty-two did not make her an idiot. At least he’d untied her hands when they arrived. If there was one thing she couldn’t stand, it was being totally at the mercy of a man—especially when the man outweighed her by at least a hundred pounds and was probably in desperate need of his daily medication. She looked out the window into the fading daylight. Even if she had been able to get the window up, she wouldn’t have been able to do anything about it. Her room was three stories up and rocks littered the ground below. If she even survived a fall that far, she’d be too broken to get away. Until she could find a way downstairs, she was stuck. “Are you hungry, Catherine?” She spun, startled. She hadn’t even heard him come in. She expected him to be standing in the doorway, but he was less than a foot away. She backed up until her back was pressed against the cool window. “Catherine?” She opened her mouth to speak, but couldn’t seem to make a sound. She shook her head, hoping he would just go away. Food was the last thing on her mind right now. She just wanted to be home, relaxing in a warm bubble bath with a good book and a pint of her favorite ice cream. She wanted Charles dropping by with the latest movie and some special blend of popcorn to pop and a nice Zinfandel wine to drink. “You don’t want anything?” His voice was low, almost seductive in tone. She blinked, not sure, where that thought had come from. The last thing she needed to be thinking about was seduction by another man.
No men she had so far could measure up to her one night with Charles...and Jack...and… No. That was a bad idea, no matter how she looked at it. Even if he was not a total nutcase, she did not even know his name. “I’m not really hungry. Being kidnapped by a man who threatens to suck the life out of you tends to do that to a woman.” He laughed. “Suck the life out of you? I would never do that.” “Isn’t that what vampires do?” “Of course not.” He shook his head, his expression annoyed. “Why is it that you humans will believe anything you read in a book or see in a movie? In my opinion, real life experiences always count for so much more.” “Oh, and I suppose you’re some kind of authority on the lives of real vampires?” She snorted, getting a little irritated herself. “Tell me this, hot shot. If you’re the vampire you seem to think you are, how could you come to my house, in broad daylight, and push your way inside without an invitation?” “Ah, the wonders of Hollywood.” He took a step closer and she wished there was some way she could melt into the window and disappear. “Tell me, Miss Russell, do you always believe everything you see on television without question?” “No. That would be a stupid thing to do.” “Then how can you pretend you know about my kind? In truth, most of you closed-minded humans have no idea.” She rolled her eyes. In spite of her fear, she did start to think clearly. Vampires had been an obsession for her when she was young. Who couldn't love the Tom Cruise-Brad Pitt version? The truth was that she believed in the Ann Rice version totally. After all, it made the most sense. When she was young, she devoured her books and she shared that with her writers. When her character was asked why she could go out in the sun she had raised up her hand with the special ring on it. In fact, her poor friend Sam's character, the one she hated, had even said that Ann Rice was the only one who got it right. No one she knew, including herself, believed in the shimmering thing from that midnight or twilight series everyone was reading. Vampires per say had existed, if only to describe those poor people with an iron deficiency that drank blood thinking it would relieve it.
There were also those who thought blood made them younger. Something that was again proven down the line with all those so-called rejuvenation blood-cleansing offers. She had watched Stay Alive and fully understood that this woman in New Orleans truly believed if she drank young female blood, she would stay young forever. She loved the movie for the gaming vs. real life genre but things were getting out of hand. “You seem to be forgetting a very important fact. Vampires are fiction! Everything about them is make-believe.” “You think so?” His lips curled into a humorless smile, revealing gleaming white fangs that had to be almost an inch long. She blinked hard a few times; sure, those had not been there a few seconds ago. Laughing shakily, she tried to make light of the situation. “Wow. We could have used your makeup artist on the set last season. Those are good. They look almost real.” “Almost, huh?” He walked forward until his body was just barely brushing against hers. “What would you do if I told you they’re very real?” He ran his tongue along the fangs and she gulped in a breath. They could not be real. Vampires were just a huge media profit theme, used over the decades in television, film and books; a product of Stoker's vivid imagination. “What if I told you I’ve seen better?” She scoffed at the fangs, but there was uneasiness inside her. She tried to squelch it. “You have to let me go. Someone will come looking for me sooner or later.” He shrugged. “I don’t see why. You have done nothing but yell since you got here. If I were someone close to you, I’d be happy for the vacation.” “You can’t talk to me that way! I have an agent who calls me ten times a day. I've got contracts and co-stars and production people counting on me.” She narrowed her eyes for effect. “I’ve got a boyfriend!” He laughed outright at that. “How nice for you. It must be wonderful to assume you will be missed by someone you don't love and who doesn't love you.” She did not find any of this very funny. “Say whatever you want. You are not even real. I probably bumped my head when I fell, and I’ll wake up in my own home with a splitting headache.” “Trust me. I’m very real.” He leaned closer until his lips brushed her neck. “And you may not be very hungry, but I am. I’m thinking you would make a very nice meal.”
Oh, God. This man was crazier than she thought. She had faced rabid, demented fans a time or two in her career, but she’d never heard anyone talk to her this way. She couldn't help it. She started to laugh. “Well! Before you dig in don't you think you want to tell me why you brought me here?” He said nothing, but she could feel his lips curl into a smile against her throat. She gulped, wondering what it would take to get him to back off. Or what it would take to get him closer. She took a deep breath and willed herself to concentrate on the situation at hand. If she remained rational, she’d be able to find a way out of this without getting hurt. Probably. “Okay, at least tell me who you are?” “Dmitri.” “What’s your last name?” Maybe she’d recognize the name from some of those newscast she watched late at night. He shook his head. “Just Dmitri. I don’t normally use anything else.” “Okay, Just Dmitri. Why don’t we make a deal.” She struggled to keep the quiver out of her voice. He had to feel how hard her pulse was pounding. “No deals.” He pressed his hands to the window, one on either side of her head. She sighed, a little too close to the edge of insanity herself. If she let her rational side slip one more notch, she was going to totally lose it. “Please listen to me for a second. My life is not yours right now. I have worked really hard to get to where I am going and you cannot mess it up.” “I really don’t care.” He brought his gaze up to meet hers, his expression indifferent. “What you have done, where you are going is of now regards. It’s just the two of us here, now.” She blew out a breath. She’d just about exhausted her options here. “Are you trying to scare me?” He lifted a shoulder in a careless shrug. “Maybe.” She was scared, but she was also getting angry. She had a feeling he was toying with her, taunting her to purposely get her upset. He was taking some kind of sick pleasure in her confusion. She wished she had something around to hit him with. She didn’t dare use her hand— the man looked so solid she’d probably break her knuckles. “Tell me something,” he said. “What’s the fascination you humans have with vampires?”
She raised an eyebrow. “What does it matter to you?” “Watching everything being done wrong is getting a little old. I can’t believe anyone would actually want that kind of a job.” “Look, it's an acting job and I don't write the scripts. I could just as well be a werewolf or a ghost. It's just right now people are into vampires and this group of people called scriptwriters not me -decide what vampires on my show do.” The corner of his mouth rose in a half-smile. “So you just read the script and act the part of a vampire.” She sucked in a harsh breath, fisting her hands at her sides before she did something irrational like attempt to break his nose. “I had to do what I was told. What is so unusual about that?” He laughed. “And I’m sure you never questioned some of the silly things your vampire character did.” “It wasn't my area of expertise. I was more interested in developing my character as she related to the viewer, being a vampire was like being a nurse or in Special Forces. You don't think people really believed I was a vampire?” She had a fleeting thought that if she had been playing a nurse or a struggling intern and a real one showed up at her door to complain she would have been more levelheaded than this. Get out of town vampires were fictional! If she kept repeating that, maybe she’d be able to ignore the fangs that protruded from between his lips and the hungry gleam in his eyes she doubted had anything to do with food. “Dmitri?” Her voice was more of a whisper than the forceful command she’d intended. He raised an eyebrow but said nothing. “You don’t actually drink blood, do you?” He smiled slowly. “Do you want to find out?”
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER SEVEN She shook her head. “No!” She knew that he could easily cut here and drink her blood from a cup. She was getting queasy just thinking about it. She hated needles, did not like the sight of blood and had low tolerance of watching people bleed.
Dmitri did something unexpected. He burst out laughing. “You look like you’re going to pass out again. Please do not do that. It was bad enough the first time.” Indignation rose in her, sharp and fast. She was not some sissy girl who could not handle herself when things got a little rough. “I did not pass out. I… I was faking it.” “Not at first, you weren’t.” No, she hadn’t been. But what did he expect? Being kidnapped by an escaped mental patient with a vampire fixation was not exactly an everyday occurrence. “Yes, I was. And stop laughing at me.” “I’ll stop laughing when you stop acting like a fool. I am not going to hurt you. I told you that before.” “Much.” “What?” His expression was confused. “Much,” she repeated. “You said you weren’t going to hurt me much.” “Did I?” He shook his head, his eyes clouding over. He looked mildly alarmed for all of five seconds before the smile was back. “I guess you’ll just have to wait and see.” His smile widened and she noticed the fangs had gone away. “How did you do that?” “Do what?” He leaned against the footboard of the gigantic bed that took up a good portion of the room. His stance was casual, but she had a feeling he was baiting her. “Make those fake fangs go away.” “I have control over them. They come and go, as I want them to. At least, most of the time.” He winked at her. “I know you’re having a hard time believing this, but they’re not fake.” “Oh, okay.” Yeah, this made a whole lot of sense. Not only was he a vampire with razor sharp fangs, they conveniently disappeared when he didn’t want them there. “I can prove it.” She shook her head, not sure she liked the sound of that. “Just knock it off, okay?” She turned away from him and looked out the window again. It was now completely dark outside, the inky blackness a sharp contrast to the bright lamps in the bedroom. Her eyes widened at the sight of her reflection in the glass. She looked like she’d been run over by a dump truck.
Her hair was matted in some places, snarled in others, her clothes were impossibly wrinkled, and there was more mascara running down her cheeks than there was on her eyelashes. The least Dmitri could do after he’d kidnapped her was give her a hairbrush and a washcloth. Selfconsciously swiping a hand through her ratty hair, she turned to ask him for something to wash up with. She screamed when she bumped into a solid wall of male chest. Stumbling back, she looked up at Dmitri and blinked hard. How did he get there? Just a second ago, he’d been standing halfway across the room. “How did you do that? Is this some kind of trick?” “I can move very quickly and silently when I want to.” “But you… I… no, no, no.” “As you will find out, sweetheart, some of your little human legends are fairly close to the truth.” She gulped. “Do you snap your fingers or something?” “Not exactly.” He leaned over her neck and drew a deep breath, shaking his head as he moved away. “It’s more a matter of being in total control of myself. I can move across short distances faster than your eyes can follow.” She gaped at him, not able to form a single coherent sentence. Two things registered in her mind—one, the man was either very quick or some kind of an illusionist, or two, she might want to start rethinking her views on the existence of vampires.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER EIGHT Dmitri had walked out of the room soon after the little show, giving Catherine some time to let it all sink in. She needed some time to think about everything before she accepted him for what he was. He could see in her eyes that she wanted to believe him, but something was holding her back. Most likely, her Hollywood lifestyle had jaded her so much she no longer believed in anything or trusted anyone. In a way, she wasn’t the only one who was jaded. He’d lived a long time, and he’d seen a lot of things that made him angry. He’d been angry enough to kill many times, though he’d never given in to the temptation. He’d never kidnapped anyone, either.
When had this situation gotten out of control? He really had no excuse for what he’d done. He shouldn’t have taken her, but he’d gotten so agitated, so obsessed that he’d snapped. He’d had a few occasions in his life where he’d been close to blind with fury, but only one other instance came close to this. It was one he’d tried most of his existences to forget, but knew he never would. This was absolute madness. He should let her go back to her life, but for some reason he couldn’t bring himself to do it. When he was close to her, he couldn’t account for his actions. Her arrogance spurred his anger and curiosity even more, and her fear enticed him in a way it shouldn’t. What upset him the most was how much he wanted her. He thought getting close to her, learning that she wasn’t the woman he’d thought she was, would be enough to turn him off. She wasn’t what he’d thought, but it didn’t help get her out of his head. There was something about her that drew him to her. He’d been angry with her when he’d taken her. Now he didn’t know what he was. Why had he put her in his bedroom? There were so many other rooms in the house to keep her in. Her comfort should be nowhere near the front of his mind. She didn’t deserve the best suite in the house, but he couldn’t very well move her now. He’d made the mistake of taking her, and now he was going to have to deal with it. He shook his head as he walked down the hall toward one of the spare bedrooms. He’d put her in his room because of one reason. The second he saw her in person, in that cotton sundress and sandals instead of her stage clothes and makeup, he knew he had to have her. But he couldn’t. After the way he’d abducted her, Catherine would never agree to anything. She would also never understand the desire that coursed through his veins whenever he got within ten feet of her. She wouldn’t understand that, for some reason, he fed off the fear he sensed in her as much as the desire he’d seen in her eyes. And it had been there. She would deny it, but he’d seen it. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, and she wasn’t happy about it, either. He wanted to possess her. Shaking his head, he tried to get rid of this temporary madness. He found women attractive, but certainly not necessary in the grand scheme of things. They were temporary playthings,
enjoyed briefly, before he threw them away in favor of a younger, fresher model. They were most certainly not something to keep. He had enough vampire women to keep him messed up and challenged for eternity. He couldn't add a female human because she would never survive. Never. He couldn’t keep the human female, no matter how much his delusional mind thought it wanted to. She was not his to take, and she was not his to keep. She had her own life, one he knew nothing about, and she wouldn’t bend to becoming a pet of a two hundred year old vampire. He stopped outside his locked bedroom door, knowing the only thing that separated him from the temptation on the other side was the flimsy piece of wood and the even flimsier lock. It would keep her inside effectively, yet it would never keep him out if he lost control of himself and went to her. He pressed his palm to the door, feeling the beat of her heart through the wood. Was it his imagination, or did her blood begin to beat a little faster in her veins? He shook his head, chalking it all up to spending entirely too much time acting like a lunatic. She was probably sound asleep, giving no thoughts to him other than those of being rid of him, forever. He left before he could no longer reign in the urge to go to her and ravish her like a real vampire. Right now, he needed to shut down. He would figure out what to do with Catherine after he got a few hours of meditation. He was always awake and didn't need to sleep, just to pass into a chamber of silence, to quiet the bombardment of senses that assaulted him when he was out in the world. Peace.
~~~******~~~ Catherine sat on the edge of the bed, absently changing the channels on the small TV she’d found inside the armoire next to the bed. She didn’t have a watch and there were no clocks in the room, but she could see the light fading outside yet again. It had been an entire day, and her stomach was loudly protesting the prolonged absence of food. She got up from the bed and pounded at the door. “Hello! I need food in here! Come on, Dmitri, even prisoners on death row get treated better than this.” She hit the door as hard as she could until her fists went numb, but it was no use. She got the same response she’d been getting all day.
Nothing. Here she was, getting ready to waste away, and Dmitri the Vampire was probably in bed getting his beauty sleep. She’d stayed awake most of the night thinking about it. As much as she hated to admit it, she’d been kidnapped by what appeared to be a living, breathing vampire. Or at least she thought he lived and breathed, but she couldn’t be sure. Fictional ones didn’t, but when she’d been flush against his chest he’d felt very alive to her. Especially the part of him that responded to her wriggling. That part had felt impressive, even through layers of fabric. She raised her hands to pound on the door again, but they hit nothing. The door was open, and she was pounding the air. She looked up, right into Dmitri's dark eyes. Eyes that looked sleepy, glazed, and more than a little bit annoyed. “Oh, shit.” She backed up an involuntary step. He pushed his way into the room and set a tray down on the bedside table. “Did I happen to mention that I’m a bear when I haven’t had enough sleep?” She winced inwardly at his growling tone. “Oh, I’m so sorry. Next time I will just starve until you feel up to feeding me. I guess I’m not very well-versed in kidnap victim’s etiquette.” He narrowed his eyes. “There’s some food. I’m going back to bed.” A sudden panic hit her at the thought of him walking out and locking the door behind him. “Wait!” He turned, his arms crossed over his chest. “What?” She had no idea what she wanted to say to him, but as strange as it sounded, she did not want to be alone. She had so many questions to ask him. Hey, if he expected her to learn more about vampires, she had to do her research, didn't she? “Don’t you need to eat?” He gestured to the tray of food. “I don’t need to eat that.” “But can you?” He shrugged. “If I had any desire to, but after a couple hundred years it all starts to taste the same.” A couple hundred? Oh, boy. “Um, do you always sleep all day?”
He nodded. “I do when I don’t have someone here trying to break down doors and crack my eardrums.” She rolled her eyes. “Deal with it. I know you can go out in the sun, since you came to my house in the middle of the afternoon. Why do you sleep during the day if the sunlight doesn’t bother you?” “It does bother me. I am very sensitive to the sunlight, but it is not fatal unless I stay out too long. It’s much more comfortable to sleep during the day, and be awake when it’s dark.” He sighed. “Is there anything else you need, or can I go back to bed?” “Look. I have been alone since last night in a strange house with nothing to do but watch fuzzy television shows on a set smaller than my laptop screen. You do not even have cable. Forgive me for wanting a little normal conversation.” In addition, the more she found out about him, the easier it would be to figure out a way to get away from him. He was strong, she would give him that, but no one was invincible. “I am not capable of normal at six in the evening.” “Humor me.” She sat down on the edge of the bed and picked up half a sandwich from the tray. She wrinkled her nose as the pungent smell of peanut butter hit her. “Yuck.” “Deal with it. It’s all I have in the house.” She sighed and took a bite, swallowing it quickly so she did not have to taste it. She set the rest of the sandwich back down on the plate. One bite was plenty for now. Dmitri stood in the doorway for a long time before he sighed and came into the room. To her disappointment, he closed and locked the door behind him, pocketing the key and locking them both in the room. “Just in case you get any ideas.” He flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes. There had to be another way to get out of this. She had read scores of scripts putting her in this very kind of situation. She knew from all of that how she would handle herself in the face of threatening men. Although Dmitri appeared far less threatening, laying flat on his back across the bed with his eyes closed and his arms sprawled over his head. Wondering if he was sleeping, she poked him lightly on the side. Big mistake. In one swift move he had her pinned to the mattress, his big body covering hers. “Don’t ever do that!” She whimpered at the feel of him over her. “Um, sorry.” He shook his head. “You still don’t know what you’re dealing with, little girl.”
She licked her lips—a nervous habit, but apparently Dmitri took it to mean something else entirely. His eyes darkened impossibly and he crushed his mouth over hers. He forced his tongue between her parted lips and she thought she was going to pass out right then. A kiss, especially with a man she didn’t even know, wasn’t supposed to be this good. She should push him away; tell him where to shove his presumptuous ideas. Instead, she embarrassed herself by moaning into his mouth and wrapping her arms around his neck. She had not felt like this in a long time—not since, Charles and she was damned well going to let herself enjoy it. She could worry later about the fact that he was a total nutcase who had kidnapped her. Dmitri pushed a hand under her shirt, cupping her breast through the thin fabric of her bra. She arched her back, forcing more of her breast into his grasp. His breathing hitched when she ground her pelvis against his, and she smiled a little in satisfaction. She bit his lip, but did not realize the mistake until he pulled his mouth away. “Doing that again would be a mistake, sweetheart.” His breath scorched her throat. She could feel the light scrape of his fangs against her flesh and she gulped. “I’m having a very difficult time controlling myself. That would put me right over the edge, so unless you want it rough I suggest you refrain from such contact.” She drew a shaky breath. “What if I want it rough?” Dmitri's gaze met hers, searching and fiery at the same time. Finally he rolled off her and back on the mattress. “You don’t want rough, at least not my kind of rough.” “You might be surprised.” What the hell was she talking about? He had kidnapped her, and all she could think about was how much she wanted those sharp teeth to sink into her— Damn it. Now she was the one losing her mind. “You know what? You’re right. I don’t want it rough. I don’t want it from you at all.” He rolled onto his side and played with a lock of her hair. “Liar.” He was right, of course. She was a liar. She wanted him, and she couldn’t do anything about it. The only thing that made her feel better was the impressively bulging fly of his pants, which indicated he was in the same situation. She nearly smiled at the thought, but the worried look in his eyes changed her mind. “What’s the matter?” “You have a little blood here.” He swiped his hand across her mouth and his fingers came away tinged with blood.
She blinked and licked her lips, tasting the blood for herself. “Sorry. It’s not from me. I guess it’s yours. It must have happened when I bit your lip.” He ran his hand across his mouth. “Must have.” He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He snapped his eyes open. “You didn’t hurt me.” “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Probably nothing. Forget it. Just watch what you do around me, okay? I like pain.” She rubbed her face hard with her hands, trying to hang onto that last, tiny thread of sanity before she ripped all his clothes off and rode him until they were both screaming with pleasure. Finally, sanity prevailed in the form of cleanliness. She could only imagine how terrible she looked right now. Why had he even wanted to touch her? “You know, I really think I need to take a shower.” He nodded, his expression both pained and relieved. “I suppose you’re going to need clean clothes, too.” “Well, that would be nice.” “Okay. I think I can handle this.” He walked to the door. “I’ll be back in a little while.”
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER NINE Dmitri stood on the other side of the door planning on what to do next. He couldn't have her screaming and slamming things for the rest of the day and he needed to retrieve clothes from her house. He held up his hand and swished it slightly. A breeze flowed through the door and into the bedroom. Catherine suddenly felt tired and depleted. She sat on the bed thinking she had never been this exhausted before. She reached down to pull the sheets aside and move further into the bed covers. She laid her head onto the pillow and as soon as the weight formed a crease in the silky case, Catherine was asleep. Well that was easy, thought Dmitri. He really didn't have to do much to get her to fall into slumber, she really was exhausted and he could feel it, smell it. It may surprise those scriptwriters but his senses were heightening to the point that he could hear her blood flowing,
smell her exhaustion, and if he wanted to, read her thoughts. He was not even going to touch another ability. The ability to command mere mortals with suggestions, like these are not the droids you are looking for. It was an age-old joke and an ability that seemed to span to sorcerers, wizards and a gaggle of other super humans. He just smiled at the thought. Instead, Dmitri decided to give her the things she needed so she would sleep a long time, wake with a content feeling and he could do what he needed to do without worry. Dmitri delved into her psyche to find out what she was most emotional about, besides the fact she was a kidnap victim and obviously interested in him. He had to go back to what she was thinking and feeling before he had abducted her. It took only seconds. It seemed this was on her mind a lot and it was something she played repeatedly. She was in love with a man but she was not going to act on it. She had actually been with two men. He could not understand why this upset him but it was another factor of Catherine he had not expected. Dmitri leaned against the door and let the memory play over in his mind. He couldn't figure out if she was reading a script or acting out a part. It didn't seem to be an actual sexual encounter but she did have sex with the two men. However, in a Wild West themed room. How strange can this be? Well, okay, he can give her that. She asked for a shower and to clean up. He reached back over his 200 years of existence and pulled up a scene. In a country-fide setting so, it would have to be one of those bathtubs with feet, no plumbing. This Charles and Jack guy would be wearing wild west clothes. He would put her in a cute little prairie outfit with bonnet and...stop it Dmitri, just give her a dream of taking a bath wit those two guys. It will keep her asleep and busy. When she wakes up she will be happy and relaxed, at least less stressed from all the orgasms he was about to give her. She would feel great. Then she can have a bath for real and he'll have the clothes she can change into. Focus! Dmitri waved his hand and another breeze flowed through the door and touched Catherine's forehead. She let out a sigh and started to smile. Dmitri nodded and grabbed his helmet. The ride back to the city would be good for him too. He needed to get her off his mind so tackling LA traffic would be a challenging distraction.
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CHAPTER TEN WILD WEST BATHROOM SCENE - TAKE ONE Catherine opened her eyes to see Charles. Charles strolled back in to the room carrying two new buckets of hot steaming water. His long underwear barely clung to his hips. One false move or trip and they’d be down around his ankles. But then he was about to take them off anyway. “Make room for me in there and I’ll warm us all up.” Jack scooted his hips back all the way against the end of the tub. He then raised his knees out of the water and shifted Catherine between his legs to allow Charles to warm the water. He poured one bucket in the opposite end of where they sat, shucked his drawers and climbed in to sit in the warmer end of the tub. “Whooee! The water is hot where I am sitting. Want to come and join me, honey?” Catherine climbed onto her knees, left Jack’s arms and moved closer to face Charles. She lowered her face very close to his. Her hands rested on either side of his shoulders at the tub’s edge. The tips of her breasts caressed his chest in a most arousing way. His cock thickened in readiness to fuck yet again as she gave him a sexy, winsome smile. She lowered her mouth to his and kissed him with a passion that came as a surprise. He cupped her face in his hands and parted her lips with his tongue for a more seductive kiss. Jack cleared his throat. “I love the view. Mind if I play?” Catherine did not stop kissing him. She merely thrust her hips backward at Jack. “I’ll have to kiss this fine ass and then perhaps penetrate it with a couple of my fingers.” Charles broke the kiss. “I’ll be occupied with her mouth. Have fun.” Catherine’s eyelids dropped half-way giving her a sultry look and making Charles’s cock swell to full size. She certainly made loving her very easy.
~~~******~~~ Charles, I am dreaming about Charles, Catherine thought. Charles and a nice hot bath. Yes! Just why Jack was in her dream, she had no idea. He was great and all but, she did not really feel anything about him. But he was a nice addition to Charles, Charles, Charlie...ohh Jack, wow.
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Catherine felt Jack’s mouth kiss and lick each of her ass cheeks repeatedly. His fingers dipped between her legs to gather the cream forming from the delicious kiss with Charles. One of Charles’s hands reached out to tease her nipples. She couldn’t help the moan, which resonated from her throat. Jack slathered her juices across her rosette then worked two fingers into her puckered hole. This time she wasn’t surprised. This time she relished the feel of his fingers widening her there. This time she started imagining his cock replacing his fingers. The kiss with Charles intensified as Jack worked yet another finger between her ass cheeks. When he began moving those fingers in and out of her derriere hole, more fluid gushed from between her lower lips. Her clitoris twitched with sudden need. Sexy thoughts ran through her mind with each push of Jack’s fingers deeper into her ass. Her tongue tangled with Charles and the very thought of both men thrusting their cocks into her body became a desire she wanted to fulfill. Catherine withdrew from Charles and stared deeply into his eyes. “I think I’m ready.” His quick grin made her heart melt just a little more. “Ready for what, honey?” “For both of you at the same time.” Jack’s fingers paused in her ass as if he hadn’t quite heard her correctly. Understanding of what she was asking for registered on Charles’s face in the most scorching gaze he’d ever sent her way. He wanted it. She’d be willing to bet an Oscar that Jack did as well. Neither man said anything. “Please. I want to try it just once. I want to know what it feels like with both of you filling me.” Charles didn’t remove his mesmerizing gaze from her eyes. “What do you think, Jack? Is she ready for both of us?” “Maybe. If we use some salve to help ease a way inside back here.” Catherine’s heart sped up at the silent victory she envisioned. “Got any salve handy?” “Yes. I have a tin in my pants pocket.” Catherine gave Charles her most seductive smile. “So you were planning ahead?” She shifted her gaze over one shoulder and winked at Jack. “I’m just always prepared, sweetheart.”
“Get your tin of salve. I want to be loved by both of you at the same time.”
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER ELEVEN Jack splashed the surface of the water as he reached for his discarded pants and the tin of salve therein. Charles kissed her again and also rose up to rest on his knees. “Jack will enter between your ass cheeks first then I’ll put my cock into your sweet wet pussy. Does that make you wet below, honey?” She nodded as a sharp ripple of arousal ran through her body. Jack’s fingers brushed the salve between her cheeks and into her tight rosette. He pushed the center of her back until she bent forward with her ass in the air. Soon the large head of his shaft attempted to enter the tight little pucker hiding dark forbidden pleasure. Bent over as she was, her mouth ended up only inches from Charles’s hard cock. She leaned forward and took him into her mouth. His reaction was enjoyable to listen to. “Hellfire and damnation, honey. That feels better than anything I’ve ever felt before. “Is she sucking your cock?” “Oh god! Like she was born to do it.” Jack chuckled. “She was, but only for us.” He pushed his cock slowly into her ass inch by maddening inch. The feeling was slightly uncomfortable at first, but the erotic nature of the act disguised anything but the illicit excitement pounding in her heart at the mere thought of what he was doing. He didn’t hurry. He took his time pushing in. Filling her up. Captivating her with a dark burning pleasure she’d never dreamed possible before now. Once fully embedded, Jack slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her off of Charles’s cock. Jack kissed the back of her neck. “You okay, sweetheart?” “Yes. I feel very full.” “You’re about to get even more filled up. Are you ready for my big cock to slide into your wet pussy?” “Yes.” “Say it, honey. I want to hear those words cross your lips.”
She paused only a moment. “I’m ready for your…big cock to slide into my wet pussy.” Saying the words made heat come to her cheeks and a low ripe feeling of lust uncoiled in her belly. Jack’s cock was in her ass and Charles was about to fill her pussy. If her heart beat any faster it would likely explode. Charles grinned and kissed her lips quick and hard. “Good. Music to my ears.” He grabbed his shaft one-handed and directed it into her wet slit. He rubbed her clitoris a couple of times first before his wide cock entered her pussy slowly one inch at a time until she was so full of cock she thought she might burst in half. Never in one hundred years would she have expected to find herself sandwiched between two incredible men and doubly penetrated. Never in two hundred years would she ever have expected to enjoy it.
~~~******~~~ Charles, currently balls deep in, had almost come in her mouth when Catherine put her lips over his cock and started sucking without warning. She licked and sucked on his shaft as if she had been thinking about it for a long time. While he would have loved a blowjob, he wanted to penetrate her while Jack fucked her ass even more. Her pussy was so dripping wet; it was not difficult to fully embed his cock into her tight hot cunt. The walls of her pussy were exquisitely unyielding and with Jack’s cock all the way in her ass, the fit of his dick was even more vise-like. A part of him couldn’t believe how lucky they’d been to find her again. Gratitude and the pangs of love circled his heart and soul as he eased his cock halfway out of her body. He hadn’t expected her to be ready for both of them this fast. The succinct look of unrivaled passion in her eyes belied her initial inexperience. Every moment with her was a joy. Every touch, every kiss, every sigh from her wound further around his heart. He might even love her already. Hell, he did love her already. His cock eased forward until he was balls deep and resting against her womb. Once they were both fully seated, Jack waited only a few moments before he moved his cock part way out of her ass. Charles felt the slide halfway out as well as the push back in. A moan escaped Catherine’s lips as he reentered her ass. “That feels so…so…different,” she whispered. “So naughty and good at the same time.”
~~~******~~~ Charles woke up from his nap. He had fallen asleep with scripts lying all over his chest. He also had a huge hard on. He sat up with one word in his head. Catherine! Where was she? He had knocked on her door and rung her doorbell several times. Finally, he called her cell to leave a message. She must be out with that Grammy nominee guy, he thought, but he needed to see her, especially after this dream. He flopped back on the couch. It was no good. He knew he loved her but he also knew he could not have her. Why did he even agree to help her loose her V-card? Ever since that day, she had been on his mind almost every minute, or so it felt. He knew "they" could not happen and had thrown himself harder into his work just to push her out of his head. He actually did some scene's for the new DVD he and Jerry were shooting. It was the last one before he handed the whole production house over to Jerry who gladly bought him out. Charles had done the scene claiming to the others that it was his swan song to all of this. What he was really trying to do was replace his last experience with Catherine with some new ones. It did not work. What was worse was Jack kept asking what had happen to that new girl Catherine. He said he thought she was really good, best he had in a long time and a complete natural. He actually felt like he was taking a virgin. She was so good at acting he thought she should go mainstream. After he had her a couple more times he added. Charles covered his face with his hands. The business was going great, he had his new production house doing mainstream stuff, and it was actually making money. The hot new script he had lying on his chest would make him an accepted star. Ironically, it had a part for Catherine in it that would make her a major focal point, the spotlight, the center stage that she craved. This script could make her a huge star. It would not be bad for him either. The male role was really good too and would do almost half for him what it would do for Catherine. If he went mainstream with movies and kept his new production house legit in only top box office movies, he may just be forgiven by his start. There were many actors over the years that started in porn; print and film, and then crossed over to the legit stuff. If he did high quality
work with taste and panache, they would have to concur, he just did the porn for the money and he was not some kind of pervert. It was hypocritical since some of the most mainstream, G rated movies were produced by the scum of the earth perverts. Rats! Well I guess I will just dream of Catherine until those scum of earth perverts accept me into their circle. He would even laugh at their sexual innuendo jokes that will be made at his expense. At least he was paid for doing it, not paying others to do it to him. His hand slid down to release his hard cock from his pants. He started stroking as he closed his eyes. Catherine, Catherine, Catherine, someone who was good and naughty at the same time. TAKE TWO “In this case, naughty and good are one and the same.” Jack had one arm looped around her waist, his cock shoved all the way inside Catherine’s ass and it was the tightest, most engaging ass he’d ever filled. “Her ass is so sweet, Charles. I think I’m in heaven.” “Her pussy is sweet, too. Extra tight with both of us inside. The pure ecstasy of the three of us together is bliss in the extreme.” Charles pulled his cock out and then pushed back inside again. They took turns slowly fucking her ass and pussy in intervals, neither of them ever completely exiting her body. Once they had a rhythm, Dmitri slid his hand down to finger her clit. She moaned the moment his finger touched her flesh. He couldn’t wait for her to come as they both fucked her.
~~~******~~~ Wait a minute, Dmitri? Catherine suddenly opened her eyes for just second and then they shut heavily. What was Dmitri doing in her dream with Charles? Where had Jack gone? Had she really replaced Jack with Dmitri and if so, she is such a little slut. Jumping from man to man was one thing but now she was having wet dreams about her kidnapper! With her beloved Charles no less! Catherine's face was serene with just a hint of adventure crossing over her face as she slept. Suddenly her mouth broke into a huge smile. She slept on. TAKE THREE
Charles kissed her mouth and pinched the tips of her breasts as he eased his cock inside her tight passage trying not to release. After all the times he’d come today, it was amazing that he could even get hard again let alone be ready to blow after only a few strokes. Catherine was special. He knew it. It was not a stretch to believe he was already falling in love with her. Remembering Dmitri's goofy expression once she had lost her virginity, Dmitri knew he was already smitten with their lovely girl too. Dmitri kissed the back of her neck and nibbled a path along her shoulder. Each little nip he took of her soft skin made Catherine shudder and moan as she tongue-kissed Charles. Their erotic and seemingly ravenous kiss pushed his libido a little bit harder for imminent completion. He rubbed her clit a little faster as Charles pierced her with his cock.
~~~******~~~ Catherine tilted her head sideways and licked her tongue deeply into Charles’s mouth to attempt getting closer to him. His tongue wound around hers with aggressive delight, darting left and right and all around her mouth. He pinched and rubbed her nipple as Dmitri stroked her clitoris and meanwhile they alternated pushing their cocks deeply into her body. Her ass was on fire with pleasure and her pussy contracted in near bliss. Each stroke of Dmitri's finger across her clitoris fueled a blaze in her core. She wanted to climax and feel them both empty into her. She was on the very edge of the most astonishing release. The day before she did not know what an orgasm was, let alone double penetration, now she planned to demand both on a regular basis. Her body rippled with waves of the most acute pleasure she had ever known. Dmitri kissed and suckled the back of her neck again and the sensation of his lips on that sensitive spot sent a shudder down her torso and straight to her clit. Panting and almost unable to breath, Catherine broke from the salacious kiss. At the same time, Dmitri nipped the space halfway between shoulder and neck with his teeth and the shock of that bite sent her over the edge of exquisite release. Her head tilted back and a small scream erupted from her lips. Her pussy squeezed as best it could onto Charles’s cock as an orgasm of unequalled force rocked her body. “Oh god, she’s coming.” The murmured announcement from Charles came as Dmitri growled and hugged her tight. She felt warmth deep in her ass as he pumped harder and harder.
Charles cupped her head in one hand, his fingers sliding though the locks of wet hair and kissed her so hard their teeth clicked together. The speed of his thrusts increased faster and faster into her pussy. With one final push of his cock deeply inside her body, his entire body stiffened and he groaned into her mouth. Suspended between the two of them after such an explosive release Catherine knew she would slide into a puddle if they were not holding her up. Charles shuddered once more. His forehead rested against hers. He pulled his face away to gaze deeply into her eyes. “I love you, honey.” Then he kissed her so tenderly, her eyes welled up a little bit in reaction to his declaration. She loved Charles, too. She loved Dmitri equally. Dmitri leaned his chest into her back. The curly hair tickled the space between her shoulder blades. He squeezed her tight in a hug lasting quite a few minutes as if he was reluctant to ever let her go. “That goes for me too, sweetheart.”
~~~******~~~ Dmitri had pulled his bike over and was leaning against it in a small town street. He had gotten off the freeway and parked in the middle of a rural town built on orange groves that surrounded it. The main street was milling with shoppers but he did not see them. He had kept one small part of his brain alert on Catherine. He was controlling most of the dream but as he got more into his Harley and the traffic, he had let up on the reins. Suddenly he felt his cock constrict against the leather of his pants. He was in Catherine; he was pumping into her and about to come. He quickly made for an exit and started to concentrate on control. Standing next to the bike, he sighed. He had been battling Catherine for control over her dream for the past half hour and had lost. He could not change the guy who was fucking her ass back to Jack. Try as he might, and he had to admit he was not trying all that much because he started to really enjoy her ass, he could not. He just let her have her way and stood there participating in the rest of her dream. She had put in the "I love you"'s at the end. He would not allow her to make him say, "I love you" so he at least got to wrestle her with "same back at you" which somehow got turned into “That goes for me too, sweetheart.”
The little vixen had won that one. Damn she was strong! Dmitri got back on his bike then saw he was standing in front of a clothing store for women. To hell with it, he thought and walked in to purchase bags of clothes for Catherine. He almost went to the back to pick out lingerie, but did not. He then thought about a prairie dress and laughed. Obviously, the release had changed his mood too.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER TWELVE This was just wrong. She had awoken to a wonderful calm feeling. She felt like she had slept for twenty hours and curled her toes against the mattress feeling completely tension free. She sat up and felt a little damp between her legs. Well she did have a wonderful dream about Charles, that she remembered. She also dreamed about Jack, or was it Dmitri. Just why on earth was she having dreams about Dmitri? Okay, he was sexy but he also was holding her, kidnapped and he seemed to have abandoned her again. At least she felt good. Well to be honest she felt TERRFIC! But now, with this great feeling, she had all this energy. She had gotten up and kept pacing the room with all this pent up happiness. No one came. She looked out the window starting to feel forlorn. That was it. She had waited forever, and he still had not returned with anything for her to wear. Well, she’d waited as long as she could, and she’d had it with feeling great except for the one thing she still felt yuck about. She still felt like a disgusting, unclean slime-ball. She’d just have to take a shower first, and wrap up in the sheets or something until he did what he promised. She stepped into the adjoining bathroom and turned the water on as hot as she could without burning her skin. She stripped, tossing her dirty clothes into the corner of the room. He could pick them up later, assuming he ever decided to come back up here. She stood under the hot spray, letting the water run over her hair and body. She washed her hair, taking her time, and then hiked the temperature up another notch. It would serve him right if he ran out of hot water, with all he was putting her through. After at least a half-hour, she turned off the water and got out. She dried off with a big towel and finger-combed her hair the best she could, since she didn’t see a brush lying around
anywhere. Not wanting to share a toothbrush with a crazy stranger, she squirted toothpaste onto her finger and did the best she could. By the time she was done she felt a tiny bit better, at least until she stepped into the bedroom and a strange wave of dizziness hit her. She sank down on the bed and took a couple of deep breaths. It was probably going from the steam-filled bathroom to the cooler, dry air in the bedroom that had done it. She’d probably be fine in another minute. She wasn’t. She’d meant to wrap something around her, but she couldn’t manage to get her muscles to move. Her arms were leaden and her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton balls. She let her body drop back to the bed, hoping whatever was happening would pass quickly so she could get properly covered up before he came back. This would be the time he’d burst through the door, when she was lying naked on his bed and too tired, too boneless to do anything about it. Lying back on the mattress helped a little. She didn’t feel any less dizzy, but at least she didn’t have to fight with her body to stay upright. She drew in a couple of deep, slow breaths, but they only served to increase the numb feeling in her limbs. She felt like she was going back to sleep again. Well after her first active dream, she probably needed deep coma sleep. She pulled the sheet over her body, knowing she should have gotten dressed in the clothes she had available. Even dirty, they were better than nothing. Instead, she let go, giving in to this strange, new sensation. It was as if she was no longer in control of her body—something else was there now, taking her over. She should fight it, but she was too tired to care.
~~~******~~~ Dmitri paused in the bedroom door, not sure, if he should enter or leave. Catherine was reclined on the bed, eyes closed, the sheet draped loosely over her body. The door to the attached bathroom was open, the light on and a towel crumpled on the floor. Apparently, she hadn’t wanted to wait for clean clothes to take her shower. Her still-damp hair fanned across the pillow, her natural color a brilliant contrast to the stark white sheets. Her body was firm and toned, yet retained the hourglass figure it was hard to find one woman these days. He took a deep breath, remembering a time when women actually coveted a body like Catherine’s. He missed those times terribly. Her arm was resting across her chest, the sheet obstructing his view of her ample breasts. He licked his lips, wanting badly to taste her. His pulse sped up at just the thought.
“Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to come inside?” She startled him when she spoke. He took a second to gather his control before he responded. “I thought you were sleeping. I have the clothes you asked for.” “I didn’t ask. You offered.” She sighed, her chest rising and falling with the deep breath. “It’s the least you can do, you know, since you’re holding me captive and all.” The more he heard it, the more ridiculous it sounded, but he couldn’t do anything about that now. He wasn’t about to admit he was wrong, at least not in this lifetime. “Are you okay?” He even surprised himself with his concern for her. “No. I’m not. Is your shower gel laced with some kind of drug or something?” She spoke slowly, quietly, almost as if she’d just woken up. He shook his head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “I can’t move. I cannot think straight. Everything is cloudy.” She drew in a ragged breath. “Did you drug me in any way?” “I wouldn’t do that.” His reply was harsher than he had intended. “Are you getting sick?” That was just what he needed right now, on top of everything else—a sick human. “Do you want me to see if I can get you some medicine?” “For what? The only symptom I have is this tiredness… I can’t even explain this. Just forget it.” She was silent for a long time before she finally spoke again. “Why me?” “What do you mean?” “Why did you choose me? With all those woman out there, I should think a good-looking guy like you wouldn’t have to resort to kidnapping to get one.” He laughed softly, wondering when his irritation with her had begun mixing with admiration. She was emotionally a lot stronger than he’d imagined. “It was a moment of weakness.” “Weak? Ha! It was more like a moment of being a domineering jerk.” Her arm dropped and the sheet slipped from her breasts. His mouth went dry at the sight of her distended nipples. He licked his lips again and fought to keep his fangs retracted. God, what he wouldn’t give for a little taste of her right now. Just a tiny bit.
He mentally slammed the door on such thoughts. Catherine was not his to taste. She was here to learn, and that was all. Keep your mind on the goal, buddy. She’s not here to be your personal plaything. “Do you hate humans or something?” Her question took him by surprise. He did not hate anything; it was far too strong of a word. “Why would I? I was human once.” “Then why are you doing this?” He did not think he liked the answer rattling around in his brain—the one that said it was his quickly growing obsession with her that had driven him to do something insane like kidnap her from her home in the middle of the day. An obsession with a human woman would be his downfall. He had seen it happen enough times to know that it almost never ended well. The only hope would be for her to agree to turn— This train of thought was clearly in need of derailment. He could not go on letting the fact that her naked body was right there for his taking distract him. He had to keep his head straight, or she was going to take advantage. She shifted on the bed. “I can't change what the scriptwriters and the creative team come up with so all this stuff is useless.” “Why not?” She sighed again, and he fought the very strong urge to go to her. He lost the battle with his fangs. He wanted so badly to sink them into her neck. Her skin was so smooth and creamy, so inviting… “It's not in my contract and it's not my job. I don't have that kind of clout” There was a hitch in her voice and she shrugged her shoulders. Obviously, she did feel a puppet in this area. He believed that. What she did involve so many other creative people it was a lucky draw if they all worked together well “Can I get you a glass of water or something?” “No. I am just sad because I miss my best friend who must be really concerned right now. I cannot be with him anyway so even though I want him to come and rescue me from you, I do not want him to either. I can't have him." She suddenly felt annoyed she had blurted this out, but it cleansed her soul. Finally, she said aloud what had been tormenting her for months. Just leave the clothes and go. I’ll get dressed in a little while.” She rolled to her side, facing the wall instead of him.
He shook his head as he walked across the carpet and climbed into bed with her. He pulled her against him and held her while she cried, the sensations alien to him. Never in his life had he given a woman comfort. Pleasure, of course, in copious amounts. He’d been known to cause a little pain in his time, also, when the situation warranted, but comfort was something new. Even when he was married, he hadn’t been there for his wife. That was the reason she’d given him when she’d told him she’d been with another man. It still hurt to this day to remember her confession, but being here with Catherine lessened it inexplicably. She felt right in his arms, like she’d been made to rest against him this way. That was ridiculous, considering she was almost two hundred years younger than he was. Catherine stiffened at first, but soon relaxed against him. Her breathing slowed, but she didn’t fall asleep. He found himself slowing his breathing to match hers. His palm skimmed over the smooth skin of her stomach and he nuzzled his face in her freshly-washed hair. This actually felt somewhat nice. He could get used to this. Yeah, he could definitely get used to having Catherine in his bed. Now that she was relaxed, something other than comfort came to mind. The burning need started low in his abdomen and it was all he could do to ease her into the idea slowly. It was hard to do anything slowly while she was lying naked in his arms. He pushed her hair off her neck and gently stroked the flesh of her throat with his tongue. That was a mistake. The second he touched her there, his senses went wild. His control snapped, his fangs elongated fully, and his cock hardened impossibly. He sucked in a harsh breath, fighting for a vestige of control, but it was gone. There was nothing he could do about it now. It no longer mattered that she didn’t belong to him. In a few moments, she would, even if it was just temporary. He kissed the side of her neck, watching carefully for any signs of protest. When none came, he took her earlobe into his mouth, sucking gently as he scraped his fangs over her skin. She made a soft, whimpering sound that only increased his arousal. He rested his hand on her hip, drawing her rump back against him. She had to feel his erection pushing against her. He tightened his grip on her hip as his thrust his pelvis against her. She reached back and grabbed his wrist. He expected her to pull his hand away from her, but she didn’t. She held on to him, keeping him there. “Your hands are so warm.” “Did you expect them to be any different?”
She paused. “Well, yeah. I did.” He eased his hand along her hipbone, down her stomach. When he caressed her lower abdomen, she tightened her grip on his wrist. “Stop.” He lowered his mouth back to her ear, licking the tender flesh just beneath it. “Do you want me to stop?” Her soft moan told him he’d found a very sensitive spot on her body. “No, just… wait.” He held his hand still, but continued to caress the flesh under her ear with the tip of his tongue. After a little while, she tilted her head to give him better access. This time when he lowered his hand further down her soft skin, she didn’t protest. He skimmed his fingers over her curls before cupping her mound in his hand. “I need to taste you, Catherine.” She stiffened in his arms. “I don’t think that would be a good idea.” It sounded like a terrific idea to him. “Are you afraid?” She made a little sound of disbelief. “Well, yeah. It’s not every day that when a man says he wants to taste you he means to literally take a bite.” He let his fangs graze her neck, not breaking the skin, just enough to make her shiver. “It’ll be good. I can bring you a lot of pleasure that way.” “Who says I want you to bring me pleasure at all?” She said the words, but her tone told him she was lying. “Don’t you?” She breathed deeply. “I… I guess I do. I’m still shaky. I don’t know what I want.” In this state, hovering between fatigue and arousal, she’d be very easy to sway. He wasn’t proud of the fact that he was willing to try, but he wanted her badly. If she truly wanted him to stop, he would, but he’d have to hear the words. His slipped his fingers past her folds, stroking her clit gently. His touch was soft, designed to make her crazy with lust but not give her what she needed for relief. It worked. Soon her hand, still gripping his wrist, was trying to push him harder against her. He pulled his hand away completely, and she sighed. He removed her hand from his wrist, pulling it back and settling it on his thigh. He nudged a knee between her legs, raising her top leg higher as he slid his hand between her legs again.
He clamped his mouth onto her neck, suckling the skin hard while he slipped a finger into her wet cunt. He stroked in and out of her rhythmically, thumbing her clit at the same time. He brought her right to the edge of orgasm before he pulled his hand away again. “Why did you stop?” “You need something from me. I need something from you, too.” She shook her head. “No. I don’t want you to hurt me.” He smiled against her skin. “There won’t be any pain. I promise you that.” His teeth grazed her flesh, nipping enough to just barely break the skin. She cried out and he brought his hand to her breast, his fingers circling her nipple. She squirmed against him as he warred with the primitive instincts taking control of his body. He wanted to ravish her, but something stopped him. She needed him to take it slowly, and he would do that for her as long as he could. Never in his life had he fought so hard for control of himself. It didn’t take much to push him over the edge. A tiny drop of blood formed at the wound he’d inflicted, and it made him wild. Rolling her nipple between his thumb and fingers, he sank his fangs fully into the delicate skin of her neck. She let out a breath that ended with a moan. “Oh, God.” He echoed her sentiments. She would never know what he was feeling. Every sensation she felt, he felt tenfold. And he was still completely dressed. The taste of her blood in his mouth was enough to do him in. He felt her pulse beating under his lips and her body thru with energy against his. She was close to coming; it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge. He stroked her labial lips, spreading her folds. She arched against him when he slid his finger back into her dripping cunt. She was so hot, so wet, that he couldn’t wait to have her. Tonight he would. There was no doubt about that in his mind now. She was pliant, willing in his arms. He could do with her as he pleased. His cock hardened way past the point of pain. After he finished feeding, he was going to have to get inside her. There was no choice. It simply had to be done, or he wouldn’t get any sleep again. Ever. She tasted better than any woman he’d sampled. His body heaved and he suckled her hard. He couldn’t get enough of her, in any way. The woman was pure fire under his touch, and when he was this close, he ignited, too.
She writhed against him as he slid a finger into her cunt. One stroke of his finger and she came. Her bucking against him was nearly his undoing. The only thing that stopped him from potentially hurting her was the fact that, despite the strength she’d shown, she seemed so fragile next to him. That and the very scary realization Catherine Russell could very well be his mate. With one last sip of her blood, he pulled away from her and rolled to his back. In over two hundred years, both as a mortal and a vampire, he hadn’t found the one woman he was destined to be with. He’d thought he had, twice, but both times were mistakes. He’d given up hope so many years ago he couldn’t remember exactly when. Catherine was human. Not just a human, but also an actor human. That was the worst kind. She couldn’t possibly be the woman for him. He would just have to ignore the fact that something about their being together felt right. He was loathe to call it destiny, since destiny wouldn’t dictate he kidnap a woman to get her attention. “That was… wow.” Her voice was breathless as she rolled over and rested her head on his chest. He could feel her body still trembling from his assault. “But what about you?” “I’m fine.” That was possibly the biggest lie of his life. If she so much as touched him, he would explode. He couldn’t risk hurting her. In fact, first thing in the morning he was going to return her to where she belonged. Far away from him. Her hand skimmed over his chest and down to the waistband of his pants. He reached for her hands, but she shooed him away. “What do you want, Dmitri?” “I think I should leave you alone so you can get some sleep.” If she touched him, he would have to fuck her. There was no debating the matter. If he fucked her, he would have to take more of her blood. He wouldn’t be able to resist. But he wouldn’t hurt her either. He’d taken a lot, and he didn’t know how much more he could take before it affected her. He tried to sit up, but she pushed him back down. “Lay still for a second, will you?” “Catherine, stop. This isn’t a good idea. You’re going to need your rest after what I took from you.” She brought her hand to her throat and touched the fading marks from his fangs. She swallowed hard, but she smiled. “You didn’t hurt me. Not too much.” “I told you I wouldn’t.” “Yeah, well with you I never know what to believe.”
The rasp of his zipper caught his attention. He looked down as she started to slide his pants off his legs. “Get undressed, would you? I don’t want to wait much longer. “ He would have laughed if he hadn’t been so turned on. She’d managed to distract him enough to start undressing him without his notice. That was a first for him. Before he could think about the consequences, he stripped off the remainder of his clothes. Catherine’s skin was flushed with desire, and he could see from her eyes she plainly wanted him. He was a little confused. Usually the human women just fell asleep. He couldn’t believe she wanted to be satisfied again already. Or that she’d thought about him as well as herself. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked. “I don’t want any regrets later.” She nodded. “I want this. You have no idea how much I want this. Now shut up for a minute, okay?” Who was he to argue with that? She grasped his cock in her palm and her touch was like fire shooting through him. She was so warm everywhere. He let her stroke him for a minute or two, until he couldn’t stand it anymore. Then he gently removed her hand and rolled her onto her back. He would take her gently the first time. And it would probably kill him. Anything beyond that… well he couldn’t be held responsible for his actions. He paused for a brief moment and caught her gaze. “I have to know one thing before we take this any further. Are you protected?” “If by protected you mean birth control, then yes. I get a shot every three months.” She frowned, scrunching up her nose. “Is that your concern?” “Yes. I don’t need to worry about diseases. My immune system is too strong to be affected by them or to carry them. But pregnancy is another matter altogether.” “A vampire can still procreate?” She really had a lot to learn. “Yes. It’s difficult with a human, but definitely not unheard of.” “Well, I’m all set so there’s nothing to worry about.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it held a husky quality.
He moved between her legs and positioned the head of his engorged cock at the entrance of her cunt. He paused, watching her carefully for a last-minute objection. When he found none, he slid his cock all the way into her. She moaned softly, rolling her head back against the pillow. For a long moment, he couldn’t move. She felt so hot and tight, so right, that he wanted to savor the sensation. She looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, her expression filled with desire and tenderness. He didn’t want her tenderness. He didn’t deserve it, not after what he’d done to her. But he’d take it, and anything else she had to offer him tonight. He couldn’t possess her like he wanted to, but at least they’d have a little while before she left him to go back to her real life. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept with a woman he actually cared about. It had been hundreds of years since he’d allowed himself to care in that way. Catherine could change all that, if he’d let her. He didn’t plan on it. Her moans of protest finally goaded him to move. With each stroke, staying in control of his primal side, the part of him that was more animal than human got more and more difficult. He wanted to ravish her in every possible way, mark her so that she would know she was his forever. However, he would not hurt her. The more he repeated that, the harder it has to stick to it. In addition, if she kept digging her nails into his back like that, he was going to do something they would both regret. He suckled her breasts, laving her puckered nipples until she whimpered. “More,” she cried when he pulled his mouth away. He trailed his tongue along her collarbone, up her throat, across her jaw. She tasted like soft, clean woman, a mix of sensual and innocent—a flavor that left him reeling. He nipped her neck gently in several places, earning another few scratches along his back. She raised her chin, exposing her neck like an offering. As much as he’d like to sink his teeth back into her, he couldn’t. Not yet, when he’d so recently fed from her. Moreover, definitely not when he was so short on willpower. He’d never intentionally hurt her, but accidents had been known to happen in these situations. She apparently sensed his reservations. “Let go, Dmitri. Please. I need everything from you.”
She arched her back and dug her nails into his sides, shattering the last of his control. With a savage groan he pounded into her, each stroke harder than the last, no longer caring about anything but being inside her and the pleasure her body brought to all of his senses. He sank his teeth into her neck again, needing just one more taste of her. It was a very integral part of his climax, and it would also increase the intensity of Catherine’s. He knew she felt the change right away by the hitch in her breath. She met him thrust for thrust, arching her back and clawing at him in a very feline way. She screamed when she came, her nails scratching him deeply enough to draw blood. He knew she’d left welts in his skin and the pain was enough to send him over the edge into his own climax, his hot seed spurting inside her. He collapsed on top of her, too spent to move. He groaned against the warm flesh of her neck. Catherine wriggled against him and sighed contentedly. She ran her hand down his back, stopping when she found the scratches she’d left. “Did I really cut you that badly?” He rolled onto his back. “It’s no big deal. I’ve been cut worse in my lifetime.” “Yeah, but I didn’t want to hurt you.” “Sometimes a little pain can be a good thing.” Actually, it’d been more like a lot of pain, but he wasn’t going to tell her that yet. Her breathing was still a little heavy, which didn’t surprise him. In fact, she should have been exhausted by now. He certainly was. “Are you okay?” She laughed. “Why wouldn’t I be? I just had the best sex of my life.” He nodded, in total agreement. Who would have thought he’d be so compatible with a woman he’d kidnapped? “Are you feeling okay?” “Sure. I feel like I’m floating somewhere above the bed.” She laughed a little. “I’ll let you know when I come back down.” He couldn’t help himself. He smiled at her honest, open manner. “You should sleep for a while. You’re going to need it.” “I’m okay.” She yawned. “I guess I am a little tired.” He leaned down and kissed the top of her head, listening to her breathing finally slow. In no time, she was asleep. She needed the rest a lot more than he did. If he was any kind of a man he’d walk away now before things got even more complicated.
Unfortunately, for her, he’d never claimed to be chivalrous. At his best, he was arrogant, greedy, and self-centered. He made sure he always got what he wanted, and right now, for some strange reason, he wanted to cuddle. That was another new thing for him, but he was going to go with it while he had the chance. He’d berate himself for it later, he was sure of it, but he’d enjoy what he could get for now. He never stayed the night, or the day if that was the case, but he could make an exception for Catherine since she was in his bed. He wrapped her in his arms and joined her in sleep.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER THIRTEEN Catherine woke up alone some time later. The side of the bed where Dmitri had been was warm. He hadn’t been gone long. She stretched, her entire body stiff from their lovemaking. Or was it just sex? It had felt a lot more complicated and emotional than that, but she didn’t know how Dmitri felt. She blinked, her senses slowly returning. She didn't know Dmitri at all. She'd just had wild, out of control, totally uninhibited sex with a complete stranger. Okay, she'd really lost it now. Not that it really mattered, the man was a vampire. She had no future with someone who was a different… well; she still wasn’t sure how to describe what he was, except that he drank blood. She was no longer certain about the undead part. He definitely had a heartbeat. She’d felt it pounding right along with hers. He breathed—his breath had been hot and erotic against her sensitive neck. Heck, if the man could procreate then he had to be alive in some form. Alive or not, it didn’t change the fact that her lover was a vampire. Believing that was still a stretch, even after he’d drunk her blood. That was a feeling she could get used to. She’d never come so hard in her life. Her clit still ached. Her vulva throbbed. In fact, if he were still in bed with her she probably would have jumped him without a second thought. Did he feel what she had? Was his climax as strong as hers, or was she just another fuck for him? If he’d stayed, she could have asked. Where had he slunk off to in the middle of the night—day—whatever it was. She’d spent so much time in this room she’d lost track of when she was. He’d enjoyed himself. He’d probably deny it later like a typical male, but he’d had just as good a time as she had. Maybe better. Sorry Charles, but you were so gentle, so safe. Dmitri
seemed to bring out her wild side. Maybe she owed it to herself, and her next lover, (because it couldn't be Charles) to fully explore this new set of possibilities. If Dmitri was willing, she was definitely able. What was it like for him to drink her blood? The thought of tasting someone’s blood had always turned her off, but now she was a little curious. Dmitri had felt so good inside her. Did feeding off her increase his pleasure? Would she feel the same if she… Wait a second. Was she going mental? Humans did not drink blood. Humans didn’t think about drinking blood. Well, not unless they had some serious mental issues. She was human; therefore, it was not okay for her to fantasize about drinking Dmitri's blood. End of discussion. Where was he, anyway? She got out of bed and rummaged through the bags he had left on the floor. Pulling out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt, she got dressed. The clothes were a little bit baggy, but it was better than putting on the dirty stuff she’d stripped out of before her shower. She was surprised that when she tested the doorknob, the door swung open. Hmm. He’d left it unlocked. Did that mean she was free to roam about his house? Or did he just want her to go home? Maybe he’d changed his mind about keeping her here now that he found out she was so easy. She groaned. What an impression he must have of her. She didn’t usually jump into bed with a guy she’d just met. She had barely jumped that way in her whole life. Her only excuse was that she’d been under a lot of stress lately. She’d finally snapped. The downstairs of the house was dim; the only source of light a few wall sconces. The walls were dark beige only a few shades lighter than the hardwood floors. Antiques made up the majority of the decor, stuff he’d probably been collecting for years. A lot of it he’d probably bought new. That was a scary thought. She wandered into the kitchen and got a glass of water. She drank it down quickly, but winced at the oddly metallic taste it left in her mouth. The clock on the stove read eleven o’clock, and the sky was black beyond the kitchen window. That meant she’d slept through an entire day. How did that happen? She normally lived on a few hours’ sleep every night. When did she get to be so lazy that she slept for nearly twenty-two hours without blinking an eye?
The back door was cracked open, the sound of crickets filling the night air. She pulled the door open all the way and stepped outside. Dmitri was sitting on a wooden bench on the deck. He glanced up when he saw her, and for the first time he actually smiled. “Did you sleep well?” She nodded. “I guess. Why did you let me sleep so long?” He shrugged. “You needed your rest. I had no right to take blood from you.” “If I didn’t want you to, I would have said no.” She sat down next to him, her leg brushing against his knee. She tried not to let him see that even the small touch affected her, but she was learning there wasn’t much she could keep from him. “You didn’t want to be kidnapped. That didn’t stop me.” She rolled her eyes. “This is new. The big, bad alpha-vamp is actually showing remorse.” “Don’t start.” The warning tone was plain in his voice. “What are you going to do, bite me?” She raised an eyebrow in challenge. “I have to warn you, though, I liked it.” He shook his head and laughed. “You were supposed to.” “Is it always like that?” “Pleasurable? Yes, unless I deliberately choose to make it painful. During sex, the pleasure it brings is incomparable. How else would we be able to get anyone to agree to it?” He paused. “But like it was between us, that was unusual. It’s not always so strong.” “But it is, sometimes?” She was getting worried. What she’d felt was almost too intense to bear. “Once in a while.” “How often?” Dmitri sighed. “I don’t remember the last time it was so good. Is that what you wanted to hear?” She shook her head. No, it was the exact opposite of what she wanted to hear. She could deal with good. Hell, she could deal with great. But earth-shattering was another matter entirely. She didn’t know how to handle her feelings when she knew nothing could ever come of them. Besides the obvious differences in lifespans, she knew practically nothing about him. She still wasn’t sure if she wanted to stay, but the thought of another round of his particular brand of sex made it tempting.
“I suppose you want to go now.” He didn’t look happy about it. Good. Perhaps it was his turn for a couple of lessons. “I’ll think about it.” He looked surprised, but he covered it quickly. Heaven forbid the man show a little emotion beyond anger or annoyance. The more she thought about it, the more she considered staying for a couple of days. Being here with Dmitri was certainly better than sitting around in her townhouse, waiting for the next season to start shooting, which was weeks away. His expression cleared. He’d come to a decision. “There’s nothing to think about. You’re not going anywhere.” Well, staying sounded like a good idea until he opened his big mouth. Who did he think he was, trying to force her into it? If she did anything, it would be of her own free will. “You left the door unlocked.” “My bedroom door. Just the bedroom door. The outside doors will remain locked unless I’m with you.” She shook her head. “Wait a second, after last night you’re still going to keep me prisoner here?” He nodded. “That was the whole point of bringing you here. This isn’t a social excursion.” She took a deep breath and counted to ten, trying to control the urge to punch him. Why was it so difficult for him to admit he’d had a good time? “I explained to you that I have no control over what is written about vampires in my show. What more do you want from me?” “What would you do if I let you go now? Would you run to your friends, the tabloids, and tell them about me? I put myself, and a lot of others, at risk when I told you what I really am. I have to know I can trust you before I let you go.” “Please. I live on the outskirts of L.A. Do you know how many psychos there are running around thinking they're vampires?” she asked. “Besides, what makes you think you can’t trust me? You barely even know me.” “That’s exactly why I need to keep you here for a little while longer. Trust is a very hard thing to earn, especially when I get the feeling you’re looking for a way to escape.” “Can you read minds or something?”
He laughed. “No. I cannot read minds. For some reason, though, I’m in tune to you.” He knew he was lying but he did not want to get into it. Reading her mind and compelling her to do things were two areas that would open up to hours of discussion usually ending with: can you read my mind now, how about now? It would get so tedious he usually ended up silencing the voice and that wasn't good in this situation. She was in tune to him also, but she wasn’t going to share that knowledge just yet. It might be something she could use later, unless he decided to stop trying to control her life. “So you’re going to keep me here, against my will, until you feel you can learn to trust me?” “Are you really here against your will?” She had to think about that one. Maybe if she just listened to what he had to say then he would let her go. That way she could decide for herself whether she wanted to stay or go. "Okay, tell me about vampires. How did you become one?" Simple way of course. There is an element in what is written about us. Ann Rice had it close but rumors are she had really met some of us. We do not shimmer and we can feel pain. The whole werewolf thing is silly. I have yet to meet a real one. I have a list for you and once you go over it, I'll let you go." He continued. “Consider this a vacation in the surreal. Relax and enjoy yourself. When I send you home, feel free to alert the authorities. Trust me on this—they will never find me.” In addition, she would be all alone. As uncertain as she was about him and what they had going on, she did not like the thought of never seeing him again. “What would you do if I left?” “Move on. It’s what I always do, when I’ve been some place for too long.” “You’d just leave? Just like that? No goodbyes to anyone?” “I don’t have many close friends. It’s just not a safe thing for me to do.” He got up from the table and walked to the deck railing, staring out into the blackness of the night. The silence fell deeper and deeper until she couldn't really see him in the gathering twilight. She got up and walked into the house. Trailing through rooms, she ended up in the living room and sunk down on the couch. The idea of being able to tell someone the real story about vampires was enticing and she liked the idea. She could share the info with Charles. He was starting his new production company and needed some hot popular scripts. Vampires were super hot and if he did it right, showed vampires the way they really were, he may just have a hit on his hands.
Charles. If anyone had been so split on two men right now, it was she. Neither man seemed to really want her but she seemed to be drawn to both. He must be worried sick about her by now. She got up from the couch and walked to the front door. She jiggled the doorknob a few times, but couldn’t get the door to open. She jiggled harder, ready to break it down if she had to. For God’s sake, the man didn’t even have a stereo, at least not one she could find. She had to get some noise in her life. She was considering putting her fist through the glass inset when a hand closed around hers and she nearly jumped out of her skin. “Are you going somewhere, Catherine?” Dmitri's voice was a low growl and his breath hot against her skin. A little too hot. He was angry. Oops. She winced. “I, uh… ” “You expect me to trust you, when the second I let you out of my sight you try to leave?” His hands came up to cup her breasts. “Were you even going to say goodbye?” She shook her head. No goodbyes for this girl, not ever. She preferred clean breaks. Not that she’d be able to break away from Dmitri, not completely anyway. He was the kind of man who burrowed himself under a woman's skin for life. She wondered if he was ever planning to let her go. “Are you afraid of me?” “No.” But she was now. Just a little. It was the fact that she had started caring for him as much as she cared for Charles. He could break her heart too. Could there be that much room in her heart for two such different men? He was a vampire. Weren’t they all capable of the senseless destruction of human life? Or was that just in the movies? Reality wasn’t the same as it used to be. “Why do you insist on lying to me?” He nipped her earlobe. “I can tell you aren’t being truthful.” He turned her around to face him, pushing her back into the door. “Do you really think I would let you go this easily?” She shrugged, trying for casual. “A girl can hope, can’t she?” “You want to leave?”
The funny thing with that was, if he wasn’t holding her hostage she wouldn’t mind getting to know him a little better. Being kidnapped kind of took the fun out of it. “It doesn’t matter what I want. You aren’t giving me any choice.” For just a second, he actually looked upset. But he covered it quickly. “We all have choices.” “And the one you made when you brought me here wasn’t exactly a sane one.” He sighed, his eyes closing briefly. “I told you why I did that.” Yeah. He’d been telling her his reason since he brought her here. It was starting to lose its edge. “You have yet to tell me exactly what you plan on doing to me.” “I haven’t decided that myself.” He pulled her up against him. “I thought I’d start with this.” His mouth crushed hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. He forced his tongue into her mouth as his teeth grazed her lips and his body pressed against hers. When he released her, he looked as shaken as she did. This time he didn’t even try to hide it. A man had never looked at her quite like that before. She’d seen lust, heat, amusement, and boredom— sometimes all in the same night. But this was a first for her. This wasn’t about sex. Well, it wasn’t entirely about sex. Dmitri wanted her, not a warm body to sink into every night. He hadn’t gone looking for someone else last night after they’d had sex. Actually, he’d given her pleasure and didn’t even ask for anything in return. She’d never met a man like that in her life except for Charles but that was a plan and a script. Maybe this could be more of a vacation than she thought. “Would you really continue to hold me here against my will, even if I really wanted to leave?” She asked him. He said nothing, but the look in his eyes told her all she needed to know. He felt guilty for what he’d done, even if he couldn’t own up to it. She looped her arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. He seemed surprised, but he got over it quickly. He had her back against the door almost immediately, his hands all over her body. She squirmed against him, knowing she was torturing him and loving every second of it. Dmitri ran his hands up her sides until he was once again cupping her breasts. She moaned as the tips of his fingers skimmed her nipples, making them instantly hard. Her panties were soaked in a matter of seconds.
He was so close that she could feel his heartbeat against her chest. She ran her hands along his abdomen, admiring the hard ridges of muscle under his shirt. She dragged her fingernails over his waist, eliciting a low groan from him. He grabbed her hands and pulled them away from his body when she reached for the waistband of his pants. “Why are you doing this to me? Are you trying to kill me?” “Don’t you like it when I touch you?” She struggled against his hold, finally able to pull her hands away. “That’s not what I mean.” He paused and drew a deep breath as her fingers skimmed over his fly. “I don’t know what’s going on here. One minute you want to stay, the next you’re trying to sneak out the door.” “I’ll stay, for now. But only if you promise not to lock me in the bedroom anymore. I was so bored I was ready to pull out my hair.” He raised an eyebrow. “You weren’t up there for that long.” “I have a very short attention span.” “I’ll keep that in mind.” He kissed her hard and fast, his hands working on ridding her of her pants. He cupped her mound in his palm, his thumb skimming through her curls. He separated her folds with his fingers and lightly played with her clit. Her knees nearly gave out right then and there. She clutched his shoulders to keep from falling. His touch was like a brand on her sensitive flesh. His fingertips seared right through her until the sensations consumed her and there was nothing left but the two of them. She angled her hips against his hand to give him better access. Forget going upstairs. What was wrong with right here? The door seemed sturdy enough. “Dmitri, please.” He leaned his forehead against hers, his breathing ragged. “Please, what? What do you want, Catherine? Do you want me to stop? This is the last time I’m going to ask. I don’t want you to feel like this is an obligation, because it’s not. It has to be what you want. It’s your choice, but you’ve got to make it quickly.” She shook her head. “No. I’d die if you stopped.” She almost believed that she would. If he stopped touching her, she felt like her heart might give out. She needed this, she needed him. She’d probably look back on this whole thing and wonder if she’d been insane, but it would be well worth it.
“Upstairs… ” “No.” She shook her head. “Now!” He stripped off her remaining clothes and dropped them next to the door. Her bare back touched the cold glass of the inset and she shivered. The cool, smooth glass behind her coupled with his warm, rough hands proved more arousing than she would have ever imagined. At the same time, she felt entirely too exposed to the world. “The window… someone will see.” “No one is anywhere near here. We’re all alone.” He didn’t even bother to undress himself, he just lowered his zipper and released his cock. He lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, thrusting his cock into her cunt. He pulled her down hard, impaling her completely. She moaned and clung on to him, letting him control the pace of his thrusts. She was already close to orgasm, the intensely pleasurable sensations hovering just out of her reach. She tried to hold herself off, wanting to savor everything about the moment. She kissed his shoulder and licked the skin of his jaw. Near the pulse in his neck, she paused, her mouth watering. She could almost swear she heard the blood beating in his veins just below the surface of his skin. She wet her lips with the tip of her tongue and her pulse kicked up a few notches. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, almost believing she could smell his blood. It wouldn’t take a lot of effort to get to it. All that warm blood, so close… Shit. Was she going to think about acting like him every time they had sex? She could go for a little biting, but actually wanting to draw blood was a little strange, even for her. The friction of Dmitri's thick cock sliding in and out of her cunt, her clit rubbing against him in such an enticing way, brought on her orgasm much sooner than she would have liked. She came hard, her body melting into his as she clawed at him and begged for more. Wave after wave of fire burned through her until she thought she couldn’t take it anymore. He came soon after, his body stiffening as he pressed her tightly against the door. He nipped her neck, but didn’t go any further than that. She lifted her chin to expose her neck, silently begging him for more. He kissed her throat gently, but pulled away. Instead of giving her what she really wanted, he set her back down on her feet. “If you give me a minute to catch my breath, we could take this upstairs to a more comfortable place.” She nodded. “Mmm.”
He smiled wickedly. “Good. I still haven’t tasted you yet tonight. I can’t go a second without thinking how incredible your flavor is.” A thrill ran through her when she remembered the last time he’d fed off her. She’d been scared, but if she’d known it was that good she would have found a vampire lover a hell of a lot sooner. She didn’t look forward to going back to the real world and finding a mortal lover. “Is the feeding a necessary part for you?” “Not all the time. Sometimes.” He paused and looked down at her. “Does it bother you?” Was he out of his mind? “No. I just wondered.” “You seem to be doing a lot of that lately.” “I guess.” Now that she thought about it, she had. Where had this sudden curiosity come from? Probably it had a little bit to do with the fact that she’d played a vampire for so long, and according to Dmitri, had been doing it all wrong. Some small part of her had actually become one of the vampire girls, she loved her character, and it hurt in a way to have that part of her challenged. She also wanted to be able to understand Dmitri. He was a mystery to her, and she somehow felt connected to him. She wanted to learn all she could about what he was. Dmitri picked her up and carried her upstairs to his bedroom. “I want to stay with you tonight. All night.” She nodded. There was no sense denying how she felt. She wanted him here, he wanted to be here. Whatever problems they had with each other, they didn’t extend into the bedroom. He nipped her shoulder as he settled her into the mattress. She shivered. “Are you cold?” She shook her head. Not even close. She was burning up. Every nerve in her body felt scorched, and she was afraid she would never recover. She felt the sting of Dmitri's fangs at the same time she felt his cock push into her cunt. The sensations drove her over the edge into another shattering climax. There was something about those teeth piercing her skin… she couldn’t describe it, but the pleasure was unmatched by anything she’d ever experienced. She clung to him helplessly, her entire body quivering. The tremors washed over her, made more intense by the feeling of his hard shaft sliding in and out of her body. She wrapped her legs
around his waist and dug her heels into his buttocks, trying to draw him even closer. He responded with a growl, lifting her rear with his hand and thrusting even deeper. His muscles tensed and bunched under her hands and his suckling at her throat grew harder. She tilted her chin as high as she could, letting him take what he wanted. Too soon, he stopped. He released her neck, trailing a path of open mouthed kisses from her throat to her collarbone, and finally to her breasts. He nipped the sensitive skin gently before taking one distended nipple into his mouth. She moaned as the feel of his hot, wet mouth sent her into a series of soft, tiny climaxes that only made her burn for more. Her inner muscles clenched him tightly as he thrust deeply inside her. The tips of his fangs scraped over her nipple and along the sides of her breast until she was one big bundle of quaking nerves, a time bomb set to go off at the slightest touch. She let her head roll back on the pillow to enjoy the ride. Dmitri's thrusts grew quicker and more erratic. He was no longer gentle, his body ramming hers with force. She threaded her hands through his hair and pulled him closer for a kiss. The lingering taste of her blood in his mouth should have turned her off. It didn’t. It made her hotter instead. She was on fire. She was on the brink of what promised to be another earth-shattering climax, and all it would take was one stroke at just the right angle to do it. She shifted her hips a little and her world exploded. Dmitri came with her, his mouth leaving hers as a guttural cry escaped his lips. He held his weight off her, supporting himself on his elbows. She could feel him shaking above her and she tried to pull him on top of her. He resisted. He rolled to his back, bringing her with him and tucking her against his chest. His heart was pounding as hard as hers. He stroked her hair gently and brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” “I think I took too much.” He sighed audibly. “I should have been more careful. I could have really hurt you this time.” “Don’t be silly. I feel fine.” But even as she said it, she felt a little light-headed. It was probably just his suggestion that did it. He hadn’t fed for long. “You won’t later.” He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and kissed the top of her head. “I’m not supposed to feel this way with you.” What was that supposed to mean? “Why not?”
He didn’t answer. She looked up at him. His eyes were closed, but she knew he was not asleep. She decided not to ruin the afterglow and push it. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly before she settled against him. He wanted to stay tonight, fine. But in the morning he was going to have some talking to do. When they woke up and the euphoria was gone, she could interrogate him to her heart’s content. For now, she’d back off. Who knows, maybe for once he’d decide to tell her something on his own, without her needling him first.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER FOURTEEN Dmitri was still sleeping when Catherine woke up. Careful not to disturb him, she crawled out of bed, grabbed the robe she’d found hanging in the closet, and went down to the kitchen for breakfast. She looked through the cabinets, but nothing appealed to her. Giving up on the idea of food, she settled for brewing a pot of coffee, and, when it was finished, carried it into the living room. She’d been in the room before, but she hadn’t really had a chance to study a couple of paintings that she’d noticed. She definitely wanted to get a closer look. One in particular, an oil painting of an incredibly beautiful green valley, caught her attention. It was breathtaking. The ground was covered with trees, and a wide blue river cut through the bottom of the valley. A large white house sat near the top of the far hill, flanked by a rather large vineyard, but other than that, there weren’t many buildings around. She wondered where this was. It was a place she’d certainly like to visit someday, just to see if the view was as beautiful in person as it was on the canvas. After a moment, she knew Dmitri was behind her. She didn’t need to turn to see, she just felt him there. It was a strange sensation, and a little unsettling. “Where is this place?” If her newly acquired powers of perception bothered him, he didn’t show it. He stepped closer and put his hands on her waist. “That’s my home. It’s in Lyon, a train ride outside of Paris.” That explained the barely noticeable accent. “You’re from France.” “Originally, yes. That house was mine for a long time. I owned the vineyard for close to a hundred years.” “It’s very beautiful.” She was going to pretend the whole ‘hundred years’ part didn’t bother her. “Why did you leave?”
“It was time to move on. I’d spent far too long mourning old ghosts, grieving a past that I could never get back. I sold the property and left.” He nuzzled her hair with his chin. “The current owners have turned it into a bed and breakfast of sorts. Whenever I visit, I stay there.” “Do you visit often?” “Not as often as I’d like, but I go when I can.” “I’d like to go with you sometime.” It slipped out before she had a chance to stop it, and she wished she could take it back. He wouldn’t keep her around long enough to be making trips to foreign countries with her. He surprised her. “Would you really want to? I’d like that.” He seemed unusually receptive today, and she wanted to take advantage of it while she had the chance. “Tell me about your family.” He sighed. “My parents were farmers in the valley. They’ve been gone too many years. I had one sibling growing up, a brother.” “It must have been nice having someone to play with.” “We were close.” He was silent for a little too long. She was afraid that if she let him keep quiet much longer, he’d shut her out again. She wanted to know about him. “Do you work, or do you just go around kidnapping unsuspecting women?” He laughed. “I’ve had many jobs over the years. I’m taking a break right now, but up until a few months ago I was a chef in a seaside town.” “You’re kidding me.” She had a hard time picturing Dmitri cooking food to order and she had not noticed anything in the kitchen to give away his culinary ability. “Nope. I did that for ten years. Now I think it’s time for something else. I might go back to painting for a while.” “You paint?” She narrowed her eyes, trying to read the signature on the painting in front of them. “That’s yours, isn’t it?” He nodded. “Mayle? So ‘Just Dmitri’ has a last name after all.” “That’s the name I was born with, but I haven’t used it publicly for a while.” He shifted, pulling her back against him. “Is there anything else you’d like to know?”
It couldn’t really be this easy. What was the catch? “How can you possibly afford to take time off? This house must have cost you a fortune.” “In two hundred years I’ve managed to accumulate enough to see to my needs.” He paused and drew a deep breath. “I’m sure you can afford some time off, too.” “A little while, but I have so much more I want to do with my career.” She realized how much she still wanted to work “I’m sorry.” His voice was barely a whisper against her hair. “For what? My career is going great.” “Not about the career, Catherine. About making choices.” It took her a moment to realize what he was saying. She pulled out of his arms and turned to face him. “If this is about kidnapping me, forget it. It’s done. You can’t take it back now. Let’s just move on, okay.” Dmitri sighed and ran a hand down his face. He looked like he wanted to say something, but he didn’t. He just stared at her, his expression a mix between guilt and pain. She tried to lighten the mood. “Don’t feel bad. I’m over it. I can't wait to get back to work thought, the next season and all” His expression darkened. When he spoke, his voice was a low growl. “You shouldn’t be.” He stalked out of the room. She thought about going after him, but changed her mind. When he was ready to talk, and not growl, he knew where to find her. It wasn’t like she was going to leave or anything.
~~~******~~~ He was out of his mind. Catherine did not belong to him. She may have agreed to stay, for now, but that didn’t give him the right to hold her to it. She’d been acting strangely for a little while—first the dizzy spell she had, and then her agreeable attitude. He hadn’t known her long, but he knew enough to see that she wasn’t putting up as much of a fight about staying as she normally would. Something with her wasn’t right. She’d never admit to it, though, so asking what was wrong would be pointless. She’d blame it all on stress, on the kidnapping, and the fact that she thought he was a lunatic. She was right.
Somewhere along the line, he’d plunged over the cliff of sanity. He just hoped it wasn’t too late to redeem himself before she walked out on him for good. She had to go back. She had made it clear she would not give up her career. The idea of being in that world was as close to being left in a sewer. He, a vampire, couldn't take that kind of bloodletting. He leaned back in his chair, propping his feet up on the desk he kept in the small study. The house was relatively quiet—he’d heard Catherine sneak back upstairs after he left her. She was probably sound asleep by now, her curvy body splayed across his sheets. Her hair fanned across the pillow. His pillow. He cursed himself for thinking such thoughts. He needed to stay away from her for a while and let the poor woman get some sleep. She could probably use a couple days’ rest at the least. He’d been feeding too much. At this rate, he’d drain her dry before he even got the chance to return her home. That was another cause of conflict. His original intentions had gotten twisted along the way. Forget teaching the woman a lesson, he just wanted to find some way to keep her here short of strapping her to his bed for all eternity. Not that strapping her to his bed wasn’t an intriguing prospect. But, after the abduction from her home, he had a feeling she wouldn’t go along with it, at least not yet. This was confusing, to say the least. Never in his life had he imagined he’d ever be so infatuated with a woman he was so confused about. Now he just had to figure out what to do about it.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER FIFTEEN Catherine sat in a chair facing the bay window in the living room, looking out into the quiet night. With the window cracked open to let in some of the cool spring air, the only sounds were crickets chirping and the occasional splash of the fish in the pond a few hundred yards from the house. The moon was nearly full, and she was able to admire the serene beauty of the world around her. Why had she ever missed the city? She could get used to this. Too bad she’d never have the chance. She’d been with Dmitri for a week.
She needed to go home “What are you doing awake?” She blinked when he switched on the lamp next to the window. “Hey, are you okay?” He sounded concerned. She shrugged it off. “Yeah, I couldn’t sleep.” He looked worried, and a little upset. “People are probably starting to notice you’re gone, and have alerted the police.” She shrugged. “I know, Dmitri, I have to go home.” He placed a hand on each of her shoulders. “I have to take you back tomorrow, Catherine.” “Tomorrow?” Yes, she had to go back but she didn't want to be the one to make the final decision. What was his reason for sending her back. “Why?” “You don’t belong to me. It’s not right for me to keep you here like some kind of caged animal.” “What if I want to stay?” She didn’t feel caged in any way. It had been a while since she’d felt threatened by him. Something had changed. She couldn’t identify what it was, but it felt like everything in her universe had shifted when he’d knocked on her door. Being here, being anywhere, with Dmitri felt right. She knew she was asking for trouble by protesting, but she no longer cared. She wanted Dmitri. But she still wanted Charles, she couldn't deny it. She missed him terribly. She missed her work too, she couldn't deny it. She had to go back if only to complete what she had started. It made perfect sense. She just had a hard time putting it in motion. "Okay, Dmitri, take me back but let me spend one more time with you.” Her voice was a whisper against his chest. “Don't make me forget, don't compell me to forget you, let me remember. Let me remember everything that you told me about vampires and spread it to the world. But don't make me forget you, please Dmitri” He sat up on the edge of the bed, needing to distance himself from her before he did what she asked. It took a little while for him to realize that he hadn’t spoken his desires out loud. “How did you know what I was thinking?” “I… I don’t know. I just felt it.” “Is that really what you want?”
She came up behind him and wrapped her arms around him. She trailed her tongue along his neck, unerringly finding that place where she could break the skin and— He had to remember she was not a vampire lover. The woman was human. If he allowed her to do this, her life would be altered forever because she would be one of the few who knew. She might never have a normal life knowing he and his kind are around. However, he had to do what she said. Just one last time, and then it would be time to let her go. He needed this time with her, one more time to make love to a woman he would come to realize he did not hate at all. Her teeth nipped at his neck as she had been doing it all her life. He had to stop her. Flipping her onto her back, he pinned her body to the mattress. “What do you want, Catherine?” She smiled, a purely wicked smile that did more to arouse him than the touch of most of his lovers had been able to do. “Fuck me, Dmitri. Hard and fast. Just one more time before you make me leave.” He was more than happy to oblige. He tore at her clothes until she lay naked before him, sprawled on the bed like an offering. The thought that she would leave soon pushed him over the edge. He couldn’t promise he’d be gentle tonight. He just hoped she didn’t get hurt. He tore at his own clothes and threw them in a pile on the floor. His cock ached at the sight of her pink lips, bared so completely to him. Would he be able to stay away from her for long? He didn’t think so, but for her sake he’d have to try. He stroked her labial lips softly with the tips of his fingers. She squirmed and moaned in protest, but he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted just yet. He had his own memories to make. He thumbed her clit with long, slow strokes designed to drive her wild. He accomplished that easily—in a matter of seconds, she was bucking against his hand. “Come on, Dmitri. Please.” She drove her hips against his hand, but he didn’t give in to her demands. “Relax. We have all day.” “I don’t want to relax. I want to come!” She grabbed his wrist and tried to take control of his fingers, but he brushed her away. She was acting the way he felt—like an animal, barely contained. It was killing him to keep control over himself, but he wanted today to last. If he let go and gave her what she wanted, he wouldn’t last five seconds. At least this way, she’d get some attention, too. She deserved as
much, since it seemed she’d finally accepted that their time together was coming to an end. Or was this just a ploy to make him let her stay? She’d been different in the past couple days, quieter, more accepting of everything. He had to wonder—what was she planning? “Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.” She narrowed her eyes, but obliged, moving her legs as far apart as she could. He skimmed his hands up the insides of her thighs before he bent down to give her an intimate kiss. She cried out and rocked against him when his tongue touched her clit. He laved her thoroughly, bringing her to the brink of climax again and again before backing away. She whimpered and tore at the sheets every time he left her on the brink without giving her the release she begged for. He finally delved his tongue deep inside her cunt, tasting her arousal and increasing his own. Stroking in and out of her was sheer madness. He was right on the edge himself, so much so that a gust of wind would topple him into orgasm. His cock ached, his balls burned, and he couldn’t stand another second of waiting. One more flick of his tongue across her clit and she came, her juices pouring over his face. “Sweetheart, you taste so good.” He thrust his tongue into her again. She moaned. “I want your cock, Dmitri, not your tongue.” He kissed his way up her body slowly, stopping to lave her distended nipples. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he suckled one nipple until she cried out again before pulling his mouth off and moving to the other. He’d never get enough of her taste. It drove him wild in a way he’d never experienced before. She buried her hands in his hair and yanked his head up to meet hers. “Stop teasing me,” she said through clenched teeth. He laughed before he crushed her mouth with his in a kiss that left no doubt of his intentions. Teasing time was definitely over. Lifting her hips, he drove his cock into her cunt in one stroke. Catherine moaned low in her throat, her body convulsing as he thrust hard and fast, making no apologies. He’d never felt so out of control in his life. His fangs completely elongated against his will, something that hadn’t happened in years. He tried to force them back in, but it was no use. Beyond the thinking stage, he sank them into her neck. Her blood flowed easily over his tongue and her nails dug into his back again. That was enough to send him into a furious climax that
nearly blinded him. He buried his cock in her to the hilt and rode out the sensations, wondering if he was going to black out. He didn’t, but he didn’t have much strength left by the time he was done, either. A lot of that was probably due to the fact that he hadn’t fed as often as usual since she’d been here. He hadn’t wanted to leave the house to find a donor, but he couldn’t feed off of her every time the need arose. Her fragile human body wouldn’t be able to take it. He stopped himself from feeding. He pulled his mouth away, even though his thirst was nowhere near sated. Tomorrow he’d be able to get back to his regular schedule, feeding every night instead of every few, and feeding off of complete strangers. Without the emotional connection he felt with Catherine, his senses wouldn’t be so frazzled. Catherine pulled his head down for a kiss. Even after she’d just come, she was nearly crawling all over him. Her hands were everywhere. He knew she had to taste her blood on his tongue, but she didn’t complain. In fact, she seemed to like it. She thrust her tongue into his mouth and moaned, her hand curling harder against his neck. He should have taken that as a sign to pull back, but he was too sated to read her actions.
~~~******~~~ CHAPTER SIXTEEN This just sucked. Two days ago Dmitri had brought her back to her townhouse, and he hadn’t even bothered to call. Not even once. He’d promised her he’d be in touch, but that was a crock. She had hoped to hear from him, but she wasn’t going to hold her breath. He’d gotten what he wanted from her, and now he was gone from her life. She did understand though. She felt him look into her eyes at her doorstep. She knew he was going to compell her to forget so she fought it as hard as she could. She also knew he was only doing a half ass job in trying. He did make her forget some parts of their nights together. She forgot about the blood, about biting and being bitten. She remembered the sex as great but not earth shattering. She would not continue to compare it with every man she came in contact with for the rest of her life mainly because she would be disappointed. What she did remember was all he told her about vampires. She had written it down and then called one of the screenwriters that had done a movie pitch for Charles. Together they had crafted a rather exciting script. She couldn't wait to give it to him.
Charles was another factor. She had told everyone, including him that she had taken an abrupt trip to a European Spa, outside of Paris, near Lyon. She needed to getaway and she did not' need the distraction. Being an up and coming actor who was now getting serious role offers and shinning so bright it was not uncommon to hear her acting like a diva. The excuse was accepted almost too easily. She felt a little guilty about all that. However, with Charles she told him the partial truth. She needed time to think, about them. Confessions of love for each other came easily and the plan to remedy the one reason they could not be together was even smoother. The fact that she was meeting with his scriptwriters and pitching scripts was accepted and ignored. They were next-door neighbors so everyone was use to them hanging out anyway. If everything worked out right, they would be able to continue their careers and their relationship under very little if any scrutiny The other thing that was happening was after a few weeks the compelling that Dmitri had done to her was wearing off. It was as if he had given her a shot that was short-term inoculation instead of forever. Her memory, all of her memory, was coming back.
~~~******~~~ "It's a great script," Catherine said lovingly as she looked up into Charles's face and smiled. "But I have some suggestions about the male vampire. I have some things you can add that will make him seem even more real. Once the audience sees this, they may even believe there is such a thing as vampires. And who knows, the vampires may stop being offended by the way Hollywood is depicting them too." Catherine continued with a laugh. Being back was great. Being back in Charley's arms with a fabulous blockbuster script he was to produce and they would both star in was even better. She was going to have it all, after all. The man of her dreams, the career she always wanted and the ability to set it straight about vampires. She could hardly wait. If only she could stop dreaming about Dmitri in that cowboy outfit.
~~~******~~~ THE END