Blood Slave (6 page)
“How wonderful. I get my very own bathroom for the first time ever, but I’m a god damn prisoner.”
He tried to get away scot free, dump me in my cell and just walk away. I put it back on him. “I’ve had some asshole telling me what to do my entire life. This is just more of the same. So I don’t have to sell my body, you still have me here. Might as well have my body, it’s the same. Either way you look at it I’m not free to live as I please.”
He studied me. A momentary glimpse of emotion crossed his features, perhaps sympathy. Then he nodded and locked the door from the outside leaving me alone, caged, contemplating the new mess I’d made of my life.
In the luxurious bathroom, I stood in front of the mirror assessing the damage. I looked like shit. My left cheek was red and swollen, my lips puffy and bleeding, and my left eye had begun to change color. It wasn’t the first black eye I’d been given by a man, and probably wouldn’t be the last. My elbows were raw from my landing on the hardwood floors, I’d broken a nail on my right hand, and my arms had bruises from where he held onto me too tightly as we fought. Standing there butt naked, seeing how horrible I looked, I started to cry.
I exhausted my tears with some cursing and a heavy dose of self-pity. A hot bath sounded good. Sometime during my relaxing bubble bath, a care package had been magically delivered. A bathrobe, nightgown, and a very expensive cocktail dress hung on the bathroom door. The bedroom revealed a whole four course meal from Chang Wo’s Chinese Restaurant.
The food smelled heavenly. I hadn’t really eaten much since I woke up, and it was already past midnight. I downed the spicy szechuan beef, mu shu pork, and sweet-n-sour chicken with rice. The awesome meal went a long way towards soothing my frazzled nerves. I’m such a simple creature when you break it down. Food, clothes, and shelter. That’s really all I needed. But this deal also came with a bottle of red wine on ice. I don’t think you’re supposed to drink red wine with Chinese food, but I didn’t give a shit.
It was good wine, not that I know anything about wine, but any spirits were welcome at the moment. I had worked my way through most of the bottle by the time my new Master let himself into the room.
I slurred. “1998 was a very good year.” I held my bottle up in salute. I had grown attached to my bottle, reluctant to let go. It would serve as a decent bludgeon if that psycho bitch came anywhere near me.
“So it would seem.” Enrique sat next to me on the plush cream colored sofa I was camping out on in my new terry cloth bathrobe. “What are you watching?”
On the forty inch flat screen I viewed a rerun of ‘twelve corazones’, a dating show on one of the Spanish channels. I liked seeing all those young attractive people from all parts of Latin America smiling on TV, happy, doing whatever they wanted, with nice shiny new visas. I aspired to be like them someday, just a normal person enjoying life in America. Isn’t this supposed to be the land of the free?
My attitude creeped out from under my drunken smile. “It’s gay porn – what do you care?”
I thought about smashing my Cabernet Sauvignon over his head to make my escape, but I still had a few swigs left. I didn’t want to waste that last bit, might need it to make it through the rest of the night. Besides, he didn’t really feel threatening. I felt like I could trust him, my captor. How stupid is that?
He seemed so civilized, cool and collected. I’m sure he only smacked me as a way to get control of the situation. And the fact I kneed him in the nuts probably had something to do with it. I needed to watch out for that psycho Lia. Not this man.
He didn’t react to my bait, so I tried another tactic. “What are you gonna do with me?” I shifted my legs, allowing my bathrobe to part just enough to flash a little bit of shaved pussy. He smiled at the blatant invitation.
“Does everything with you revolve around sex?”
I opened my legs wider and pulled back the hem of my robe. He had an unobstructed view of me from the belly down.
“I imagine that’s what most men think about in your presence, you’re an extremely sensual person. I suspect it’s your dominant trait.”
“Sex is my life. It has been since I was fourteen. I’m very good at it. Wouldn’t you like to find out?” I smiled as my hand creeped down my belly to stop between my legs, touching myself as he watched.
“I bet you are. Esperanza … you’ve had it rough. I don’t mean tonight, I mean in general. For that reason I truly regret what I must do. But I see no other acceptable alternative.” Then he struck hard and fast, right in the neck. It wasn’t one of those friendly little nips. He chomped on my neck, and it hurt. He latched onto me with his iron grip and sunk his teeth in so deep I thought for sure he’d take a chunk out of me.
Then it hit, a wonderful joyous euphoria. It started between my legs and worked its way all throughout my body. He had me clawing at his back moaning and groaning with it. Starbursts and fireworks, a roaring rush like no other. A full-bodied orgasm, convulsions and all.
I found myself wrapped around him humping on his thigh, making this guttural grunting noise. I was so damn wet. He made me squirt. My thighs were soaking wet from the world’s most awesome orgasm ever. I’m pretty sure I called out his name a few times along with God, as if the two were interchangeable. For those minutes he held onto me sucking the life out of my neck, he might as well have been God for all I knew. Yes, it really was that good.
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.”
* * * *
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.
