Blood Slave ( The Nightlife #0)

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When it finally ended I was spread eagled on his thigh, my legs wrapped tightly around him. My hips kept humping, involuntarily, rubbing my soaking wet crotch all over his leg. I just couldn’t stop coming, my body did its own thing. I was sore. Who needs a cardio workout when you can burn hundreds of calories with the world’s best orgasm?

My arms hurt from holding onto him so tightly, my jaw ached from earlier, and my pussy was raw from grinding on him with every ounce of strength I had. He’d burned me out in just minutes. I felt totally limp. I tried to stand up, but my legs wouldn’t hold my weight. I collapsed. Enrique caught me up in his arms before my head hit the floor. Creepy fast and strong as an ox.

“Whoa there, you need to take it easy. You’re anemic. Between Lia and I, we’ve taken a little too much in one night. We’ll have to get you a blood transfusion.” He laid me down on the bed and brought back a glass of water. He tucked me in as if he really cared. I felt so dizzy, drowsy, nauseous. As I dozed off asleep I heard him talking into the intercom on the wall.

“Bring me two pints of AB positive and an IV tier setup.”

Chapter 5

He woke me up with the prick of the IV needle.

“You really are a vampire.” My own voice sounded strange, groggy, slurred. I drifted off back to sleep as he kissed me on the forehead. That was nice.

I awoke sometime later in the night. Enrique sat next to me on the bed. The IV tier had disappeared. I felt so thirsty, a horrendous puky taste. My tongue had morphed into a piece of deadwood stuck to the sides of my mouth.

“Can I have a drink of water?” I croaked.

The glass of water materialized in his hand out of nowhere, must’ve been on standby. I downed it all. He brought a refill.

“Thanks.” I regained my voice at least.

“You’re welcome. How are you feeling?”

“Fine.” I felt pretty good all things considered. And having a handsome smiling man at my bedside didn’t hurt.

The fact he sat there staring at me started to sink in. Men sit at my bedside for one reason only. “Okay then.”

He kept staring at me, boring into my soul with those damn freaky intense eyes.

“Okay. I guess this is what you want.”

I untied my terry cloth robe and let it fall to the bed as I sat up. Though tired, sore, and not really in the mood, I was still alive and well. I owed him a thank you. Men are simple, they appreciate the simple gestures. Apart from all that, he looked quite yummy in his expensive suit. If he tasted half as good as he looked, I might even enjoy it.

“Esperanza, you don’t have to do this. It’s not necessary. I appreciate the offer, I’m flattered. I feel guilty enough as it is without taking further advantage of you.”

“Shut up. It’s my body. I give it freely in gratitude for my life.” I kinda liked him. He seemed so dashing and debonair. Cultured. He had that old world Spaniard nobility thing, a Latino James Bond.

I crawled onto his lap, reaching to undo his pants. I looked him in the eyes as I wrapped my hand around his cock. “Hope. My name is Hope.”

I swallowed him whole. I took every last inch I could. He’d been mostly ready when I tasted him, but he grew even larger, rock hard in my mouth. I sucked harder, deep throat, and then back up to encircle the head with my lips and tongue. They usually go nuts over that, and he was no exception.

“You … know … what … you’re doing!”

Mouth filled with him, I mumbled, “Mmhmm.” Then I showed him just how much I knew.

The guy had a cock on him, at least eight inches or more. Unable to read his mind, I was forced to figure out what he liked by trial and error. I worked at making him groan, gasp, sigh. I had more than enough experience to read a man’s reactions. He fisted his hand in my hair and pulled me down to take him all in. I took every last inch, till I kissed his balls.

“Aye que rico!” He cried out.

I thought for sure he would try to make me swallow it. I hate swallowing. But he turned the tables on me. In the blink of an eye he pulled me up and flipped me over face down on the bed. Then he shoved all eight inches in me with all his weight and power.

“Oh God you’re fucking huge.” And he was.

He attacked me with a fervor I have rarely ever seen in a man. He buried that thing in so far I thought it would come out my mouth head first. “Oh shit! Oh shit.”

He didn’t fuck me, he assaulted me, the bed springs screamed as I grunted, face totally buried by all that power and weight. The man fucked me harder than I have ever had it. I don’t know what I’d done to him to deserve a grudge-fuck like this, but it was intense.

Then it hit me. He didn’t have a condom. That’s the golden rule, the inviolable rule. I had no chance to think about it. He slammed that thing up into me, scooting me across the bed face first. I had to push off the headboard or have my face jammed in it from all that strength behind his thrusts.

“Aye querida, you steal my control.”

In spite of the pain it was awesome. He pounded my cervix to a sopping wet sponge and I loved every last second of it.

“Shit, I won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

The man was made of steel cables and he rammed that steel inside me till I screamed his name, again. I never said anybody’s name, not even Faustino, not even when I knew he wanted me to. Enrique had me screaming out his name as I held onto the headboard, barely able to maintain my grip.

“That’s it! Say it again!” He shoved that monster cock in faster and harder as I hit my peak yelling like a madwoman.

What began as an attempt at providing him some satisfaction ended with me writhing and screaming beneath him. He hit my buttons with long, hard, deep, strokes.

“Oh Hope you shouldn’t have done this.”

With that he laid his weight into me, squashing me down into the mattress and bit down on the back of my neck. As soon as I felt the sting of his sharp little teeth, an explosion of orgasmic wonder hit me. It was like nothing else. Love, joy, heaven, nirvana. He only bit down for a few seconds, but long enough to make me very, very happy.

And then I felt his whole body clench up with it.

“Don’t do it!”

I swear he buried that cock all the way up into my ribcage and emptied himself inside me.

“Shit!”

He pumped it up in a couple more times as he unloaded, his steel fingers pulling my ass up tight against his groin, painfully tight. I couldn’t have escaped that grip if I wanted to.

I haven’t had bareback sex since I was fourteen. It felt … strange. Felt like I’d been claimed, permanently. Like he had made me his, and therefore he could come inside me as much as he wanted to. Like we were married or something.

“Aye Esperanza, see what you make me do.” He pushed it in a little farther as he convulsed in release.

“Oh God you’re so huge.”

I felt like I could hardly breathe with all that cock inside me. Probably just his weight smashing me into the mattress. We would definitely have to change the sheets. I was a wet mess, and he kept pumping, shooting it up in there as far as he could get it.

I’m gonna get pregnant. Stupid asshole just knocked me up. “You fucker! I hope you want a kid, because you probably just gave me one.”

He slid out slowly, all that wetness going everywhere. I didn’t want to move, didn’t think I could. But I wanted him to put that thing right back where it was and sink those teeth back into my shoulder.

“Well don’t stop now. You already did it. Might as well do it again.” I mumbled, happily exhausted, face still down in the mattress.

“We must be more careful, querida.”

“Too late for that.”

“You mistake me. I cannot impregnate you, Esperanza, not even if I wanted to.”

“That’s what they all say.”

“I can imagine they make many excuses. It’s a base instinct, to mate, to make children. I cannot. It’s the truth. I will never have children.”

“If you say so.”

“You’ll see in time. But you must not test my control like this. It’s far too easy to hurt you. Are you hurt?” He stroked my back soothingly. Those powerful hands could be gentle too.

“I’m not getting up anytime soon, but I’ll survive.” I spoke with my head turned sideways, too lazy to wipe the slobber from the side of my mouth.

“Yes, I think you’re okay. Don’t do that again. I almost couldn’t stop myself.”

“You already did it inside me, why stop now? I can handle another round. Remember, I’m the Energizer Bunny, takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’.” I still hadn’t moved, yet. I don’t think he believed my bravado.

“Let us rest for now.”

“Okay … sounds like a good idea.” I could barely keep my eyes open as he finished undressing and climbed into bed to wrap all that steel around my happily abused body. He owned me now. Might as well get a decent cuddle out of the deal. As I passed into blissfully sated sleep, tightly held in Enrique’s embrace, he whispered something strange in my ear.

“I’m sorry I had to do this. But there was no other way.”

His words didn’t mean much to me at the time. I felt safe and protected in his strong arms. Satisfied, content, I snuggled in closer and went out like a light. What an idiot.

I awoke in the afternoon alone in bed. I could still smell him on the sheets. Like the fool I am, I thought he’d be there. Wake up sex can be awesome, but I rarely if ever have someone there when I wake up. And it usually isn’t someone I really want there.

A dining cart awaited me with pizza, bottled water, a couple cans of Ensure protein shakes, and a note. The pungent aroma of the chicken pesto pizza had me ravenous. I inhaled two pieces as I read Enrique’s little love note:

Dear Hope:

Please eat and drink as much as you can. You will be anemic constantly. You must take very good care of your health. The Ensure supplement will help. There will be plasma and blood transfusions available soon, you will probably need them. Take the sublingual strip Suboxone to hold off withdrawals until we meet again after sunset around 7:15 p.m. The Suboxone goes under your tongue.