Thank you for inviting me over today. I’ve brought Charlie, a hot, dominant immortal, and Sasha, his captive plaything from His Captive Mortal. The story is about a young teacher who inadvertently attracts the attention of a vampire. He invades her home and won’t leave until she agrees to help him dissolve a curse set upon him. This scene takes place after Charlie finds out Sasha has kept a secret from him:
She sensed his anger, but she pushed back the undercurrent of fear it inspired. He wrapped her hair in his fist and pulled her head back, his fangs lengthening as he looked at her vein. As if in slow motion, he lowered his head to her neck, trailing a sharp fang along her vein. Her breath came in quick pants, her heart racing.
She realized she didn’t this man—this vampire—at all. Would he drain her now to get even with Anka? he hadn’t turned her over to the other vampires because he wanted to destroy her himself.
He lifted her head and released her all in one swift motion. “Take off your clothes.”
Her eyes flew to his, her heart leaping. Had he forgiven her? Or was this an evil torture? She nibbled her lip. The way she saw it, she had no choice but to comply. She had just begged to be his. She had to prove her faithfulness, her trust. She shucked her clothing, dropping the articles at her feet one by one.
Her belly somersaulted. A game. Surely, this was his game. She lowered to her knees, praying he was not just humiliating her before he vanished once more.
“Hands behind your back.”
She grasped her own wrists behind her back and lowered her head submissively.
Charlie crouched beside her, stroking her hair back from her eyes. She saw emotion this time, but before she identified it, he lunged, tackling her and throwing her to her back, his hand cupping the back of her head to protect it from the floor. His fangs struck her neck and he drank, pushing the bulge of his clothed cock between her legs.
Panic flared, but as he continued to rock his pelvis against her sex, she exhaled and wrapped her legs around his waist. This was sexual, not angry….right? He wouldn’t drain her. Or turn her....she hoped. Once more, she er only choice was to give herself over, to prove she belonged to him. She twined her arms around his neck and closed her eyes, allowing the motion of his cock beneath his jeans to drive her passion. h
The scrape of his jeans over her vulnerable bits came as a sort of pleasured pain—the more it dug into her, the more she wanted to it. She followed the sensations until she came from the friction against her clit, a small release, but satisfying just the same.
Charlie licked her wounds closed. “Did I say you ome?” he asked darkly. c