Captive (Billionaire's Blood Slave 1) (The Billionaire's Blood Slave) (2 page)

Slowly his massive cock ran along the channel, drawing another desperate moan from her. Knight only grunted his pleasure as he let his cock glide back and forward between her swollen lips. Soon Alice was shaking with anticipation.

The head of his cock dipped into her, just a fraction, and she gasped. Her hips lifted of the desk, creeping towards that sweet penetration. Knight gritted her teeth, forced her back down. His cock pulsed as he swirled it slowly, barely past the entrance. Already she feel the thickness of it, the weight as it spread her open. She wanted it deeper more than she’d ever wanted anything. Her body betrayed her by leaping at his touch.

“More?” Knight asked, teasing, and with waiting for an answer he drew back and forced his whole length into her in a single hard thrust. Alice screamed into his hand, beyond caring who heard.

“So loud, for a shy girl” Knight muttered, his voice raw, “I like it.”

His cock throbbed inside her, so hard and thick she thought she would split. He drew back before pounding her again, crushing her onto the steel desk. Soon he was fucking her like an animal, plowing into her again and again mercilessly. Sweat ran in hot trickles over her body, her juices slicked down her thighs as he rammed into her. The thrusts shook her whole body and his cock was running rough over the tortured nub of her clit, until she was coming, painfully, trembling helpless against him. His lips quivered at her throat, his tongue dancing out to lick the tender skin with intense concentration. The only sounds he made were raw snarls at each thrust.

Alice came in a feverish torrent, disintegrating against his grating flesh. Pleasure ran molten through her veins and thumped crazily in her chest, tingling out to the tips of her fingers. Her slit clenched desperately around his invading cock, drawing it deeper, grinding her raw clit against it and making her come harder. His teeth raked her throat, his hands tightened painfully hard on her body. Every part of him tensed, suddenly razor-sharp against her wild thrashing, and then he shoved away from her. His cock slipped out easily, leaving her clenching cold and strangely empty where he had been, moaning disappointment.

Damp, rumpled and exhausted Alice rolled over on the desk, mewling. She whimpered quietly while he backed away from her. His face flickered with some strange, raw emotion as he stood there, fists clenched, every muscle tight.

“Out. Get out.” He snarled.

“What?” Alice drew up, clutching her rumpled clothes to her body. Her panties clung damply to her ass, and she pulled them back over her battered slit, blushing.

“I said get out.”

“But… sir…” suddenly Alice was trembling, her eyes glistened with unspilled tears.
How could I have been so stupid?
She wondered miserably.
I’ll never have a job here, he was just using me.

Knight stared at her, black eyes filled with fury and something else - a flare like blazing coals at the bottom of a deep pit. He watched her with dark intensity for another second, his gaze lingering on the bare skin at the throat of her torn-open blouse.

Abruptly he turned away. “Don’t come back.”

Choking back a sob, Alice turned and almost ran from the office, tugging her skirt down over her bare skin. As she waited for the elevator, the beautiful secretary watched her trying not to cry. The woman’s face
showed
only cool
disinterest.

---

At home in bed, Alice let herself sob. Her mind kept turning over the ‘interview’, trying to find where everything had gone wrong. It had been so quick! She could still almost feel the pressure of his grip on her body. Between her legs her sex remembered the feeling of that vicious cock inside her and clenched, empty. In the space of an hour she had had the best sex of her life, and suffered the worst and most hurtful rejection. What hurt most was that she still
wanted
him, wanted to feel those hands on her again, feel those black eyes boring into her. Something about him was irresistible, and if he asked her again to fuck him she knew she would say yes.

Finally, she slid down into a fitful sleep.

A black dream wrapped around her. It wasn’t a story, more like a series of painfully sharp images that rushed through her and away
: A
lion with dark eyes and bloodied fangs, red ribbons binding her fever-hot skin.  When she woke, the memory of Knight’s delicious touch was mingled unpleasantly with the dream.

A week passed at her old internship with agonising slowness. She worked like a zombie, deep in thought. Emails came in response to her job applications, and though most of them offered interviews she left them unanswered. Her heart burned in her chest whenever she thought of him. Slowly the hurt faded, but the desire clung stubbornly. It smoldered, like a forest fire waiting to ignite and rage through her. No matter what she was doing, Alice’s thoughts wandered to the feeling of hot hands on her body. His eyes in her daydreams were cruel. They gleamed with the strange intensity she’d seen when he sent her away.

The weekend came, and Alice stared down two days with no distractions from her fantasies.

She stayed as late at work as she could, staring at an earnings report like it might give her some answers to her strange desires. Eventually she gave up.
What’s wrong with me?
She wondered while she drove home. On the way she stopped at a convenience store and, preoccupied, bought things for a simple dinner. No way did she feel like going out with her friends tonight.

Tired, broken, Alice came home to a silent house. The lights were on, and she groaned. Her house-mate was careless, always wasting power by leaving every light blazing when she went out.

“Ella?” She yelled at the empty house, dropping her load of grocery bags on the kitchen floor.

“Not quite,” Knight said.

When she screamed, his hand was somehow already over her mouth - an unpleasant echo of their night together. He held her close. She thrashed, but his body was solid and unforgiving as steel. It was useless. In the dim light of her kitchen his hair was black as night, his eyes more empty than the space between stars. In the doorway behind him were two shadows – men who’d come with him. Cold horror ran through her.

“Curious how the mind works, eh Alice?” His voice was a dark whisper at her ear. “I fed when I woke that night, and still I almost bit you. Very embarrassing...” Knight bent, until his lips ran soft over her throat. He took his time, enjoying her helplessness. As he licked her trembling skin he breathed deep. “And you, you wanted me, even after my cruelty.”

He turned, dragging her with him, and stalked past his men. “Take her,” he growled at them, thrusting her into the arms of the closest. “But spill a drop of her blood and I will kill you both.”

They were on her faster than she could see. One stabbed something sharp into her arm in a flash of glass, and she could barely choke out a scream before the world dissolved into a cold, dreamless nothingness.

---

Alice woke, with a rush of fear climbing up through her chest. She lay sprawled on a plush carpet, and her eyes opened to dim gold light. Gradually it dawned on her that her clothes were gone, and she shuddered at the exposure, the cool air over her skin. Her heart was suddenly pounding.

Her body was wrapped in something tight, yet pliant enough that she could move a little. Harsh binding crossed her chest and her arms. When she could move enough to look, she found the bonds were a harness of black leather, inlaid with silver. It fit her perfectly.
Gleaming buckles held straps taught over her chest, crossing over between her bare breasts.
Her hands were held tight to her sides by cuffs around her wrists. Similar cuffs hugged her ankles, linked together by a short chain. The worst was two thin leather lines that passed down to the cleft between her legs, clinging to either side of her slit in a strange parody of a thong. The leather parted the soft flesh of her rump slightly, connecting to the harness at the back. It made her feel more exquisitely exposed than actual nudity would have.

Alice squirmed as she grew more terrified. She crossed her thighs in a desperate attempt to cover her exposed sex. The room was a small and dark, windowless, unfurnished except for the carpet and a table in the corner. Something gleamed on it with the flash of bright metal. It made the hair stand on her neck.

“Ah, you’re awake.” Knight’s voice behind her
was s
mooth
,
calm, and very, very close. He looked down on her with the black eyes out of her dream. Alice let out a whimper in spite of herself.

Knight didn’t seem bothered by her obvious fear. He even smiled a little. “I waited rather a long time - you should thank me for my patience. I’d forgotten how fragile you mortals are.”

He was dressed as he had been the night they met – expensive suit, gleaming black shoes. Slowly he crouched to smooth golden hair from her eyes, and Alice couldn’t help flinching from his touch. But he didn’t hurt her, simply moved the curl behind her ear with cool, gentle fingers. Alice’s voice was thin and high with terror when she finally managed to speak. “Why are you doing this? Please, just let me –“

“
G
o?” Knight smiled, “No, I think not. You’re mine now.”

Mine.
The word constricted around her like a python. She couldn’t breathe. With tears starting in her eyes she stared at him.

“What? Please, I won’t tell anyone, I’ll give you… I’ll give you anything…“

Being at his mercy like this was terrifying, but worse was she felt an urge to touch him, even now.
What has he
done
to me?
Alice wondered in horror.

His hand ran absently through her bright hair, bringing a strange flush of terror and pleasure coursing through her body. “I have not kept a blood slave in almost a century. It might flatter you to know that I tried to resist you, dear Alice.”

His eyes flickered unreadable emotions, then his grin grew wide and cold. Something was strange about his teeth - they were too bright, and
sharp
. The canines were long and pointed as daggers.

Knight licked his lips, so sensuously that Alice felt a pang of longing in spite of herself.
“Pretending to have a soul only worked when I didn’t
want
anything too badly.
In the end I am what I am.”

“
Vampire,
” she whispered, disbelieving. He bent over her. Cool lips ran over her skin, to the point at her throat that still remembered his first kisses. He laughed quietly as she squirmed against her bonds. His tongue danced out over her tense flesh, and she mewled in fear.

“Vampire,” he agreed, and bit.

At first it was so painful that she cried out, trembling in his grip. His teeth in her throat were agony that shook her whole body. After a few seconds a feverish hot flush came over her, washing out the pain in a flood of warmth. It felt almost good.

And then it did feel good, too good - a murky, feverish high that sang in her veins. Her head was clouded, and a vague, fiery haze filled the air. Alice suddenly realised she was moaning. Her body arced towards his, longing, and he reacted by sliding his hands over her, hands that were suddenly searing hot. A thin line of red blood crept down from her throat and crawled over her breasts. His tongue followed it, curled around her nipple, licked. Exquisite sensation flowed through her. He tortured her nipple with his tongue, smiling against her flesh, enjoying her moans and her wriggling.

Knight broke away, standing abruptly. Alice couldn’t help a small noise of disappointment, which he heard. “You’ll be a good slave.” He grinned, going to a table in the corner. He returned with a black leather riding crop in one hand, gleaming silver at the hilt.

“On your knees.”

Alice whimpered, and when she took too long Knight sighed exasperation, reaching down for a handful of her golden hair. He dragged her up painfully until she knelt awkwardly in her harness, facing him.

“Too slow.” Knight held her with one hand, raised his arm over her shoulder. There was a whistle in the air, and the crop cracked hard over her buttocks so that she yelped in pain. Her flesh stung horrible, trembling in anticipation of another blow.

“You’re a good girl, but you do need some training.”

“Please –“ Alice whimpered, which turned to a squeal as another slap came down. Worse than the pain was the humiliation – her cheeks burned but her body was still flushed with the delicious heat of his feeding. She wanted him. She was bracing for another blow when he reversed the crop in his hand, opened his pants to reveal his full erection. His cock hovered in front of her face, pale as marble and pulsing with blood.

“Do I need to
say
it, slave?” His hand twisted in her hair, dragging her closer until it cock butted against her cheek. It was almost too hot to bear. She gagged and flinched back helplessly trying to turn her face away. Her hands struggled uselessly at the cuffs.
Oh god,
she thought as the heavy cock rubbed over her lips. The haze of warmth muddied her thoughts, and she found herself wanting to reach out with her tongue, feel that glorious flesh...

“Please don’t –
“She
begged. Knight raised his hand, and another crop stroke cracked down on her tortured ass. This time she screamed. Crisp red welts were rising on the pale cheeks.