Mitch (6 page)

“We got in.” She asked him what he meant.
“We’re not human, and I’m assuming that’s what you were guarding against. Right?
But you had no ward on this house, other than to keep out mice and bugs. There was
a little bit of a spell on the door we passed through, but I think that was more
for humans than anything else. If your father wanted in here...well, had he
wanted in here before, he would have been able to come in while you rested
without any problems. In fact, I think he’s been here a great deal since his
death. I don’t know about the lands beyond this house, but the rest, as of now,
is safe.”

Vinnie sat down next to her grandmother. “She
told me it was safe against all forms of threat. And that as long as I was
here, no harm would come to me and mine.”

“You’ve been lied to. I’m really sorry about
that, but you are as safe as I can make you now. Which is about the best. I’m
not bragging, just wanting you to know you can trust me with this and your
life.” Steele stood up and moved to the wall just behind her. “There’s a wall
just here, did you know that? It’s the way your father and mother were getting
in before and your mother is using now. I don’t know what they’re doing here…the
ghosts that live here haven’t said.”

The wall moved under his touch, and behind it
was a set of stairs. She’d bet anything it led to her rooms under the basement
of the house. He reached in and turned on the light, and she could see it had
recently been cleaned and no cobwebs were present. Vinnie looked at her
grandmother.

“Did you know this was here?” Her grandmother
shook her head, shock on her face. “Then who would have cleaned it up? Not my
mother for sure. She’s never lifted her finger to do a damned thing since I’ve
known her.”

“We might be able to help you with that
question.” Mitch cleared his throat and nodded to the door as he continued. “There
is someone here that needs to talk to you, if you’ll allow it.” She looked at the
door and tried to think what he was indicating. Just then, Steele told her to
trust him. When he reached out his hand, a man was standing there she’d not
seen in decades.

“Luther?” He nodded and looked around the
room. “What...? I don’t understand. What are you...? I thought you were dead.”

“I am. My goodness, but you’ve done so much
to this room.” He started to move to the window, but Steele cautioned him that
he had to stay close to him. “Sorry. But I’ve been summoned by Constance Aster…Connie,
I guess she goes by now. But she said you might need me for a few things. You
know her?”

“No. But my grandmother does.” Her
grandmother nodded when they turned to her. “What are you doing here? And why
would she summon you to come to me now?”

“I know this house better than anyone, as you
know. I built it after all, but there are things about it that you should be
made aware of. Like this doorway. It does go down to your sublevels, but not to
your lair.” She nodded, still trying to understand what was going on. “Vinnie,
your mother knows about this doorway but not the others. She has been in and
out of here, I’m told. When I was contacted by Connie, she said she’s had
people keeping an eye on it. You have had a couple of visitors that I’m sure
you might not want to see.”

“You mean my parents?” He nodded. “Can they
get into the house from the outside? Am I even safe in my own home?”

“You are now.” Luther looked at Steele. “He
is a good man, Mr. Bennett. You should trust him above your mother. And this
man as well. Mitch Riley is...there is not a better man that you can know than
him and the rest of the men who help my kind with justice.”

When the man moved her through the house with
Steele and Mitch, all she could think about was how her mom was somehow doing
this with her dad. Her grandmother had opted out of going to the other doorways,
saying she was going to find Connie and talk to her about locating the man who
had sold her the home she lived in. Perhaps there were ways to get in and out
of it she needed to know about.

After Luther left them, Steele said he needed
to get home as well, and Mitch said he’d talk to him later. As they sat on the
couch, neither of them talking, Vinnie wondered aloud what she was supposed to
do now.

“I’d like to stay here.” She nodded, telling
him she had planned to talk to him about it anyway. “I don’t mean just tonight,
but from now on. I could take you back to my place, but it’s Steele’s home.”

“I’d like that as well.” She stretched,
thinking there could be some benefits of having him there all the time. “I won’t
need to worry about you, and if you’re here you’re safe. And we could...I want
to ride you while I drink from you.”

~~~

Mitch had no idea why the thought of her
biting him made him hard as stone. Actually, everything about her made him
hard. But all he could think about was he wanted to sink his teeth into her as
well. Looking at her now, all he could think of was that he was hers and would
be for the rest of their lives. As he stripped down to his bare skin and sat on
the couch, he watched her undress for him, and everything else simply left his
head.

“Come here. I want to drink from you as
well.” She moved toward him when she was as naked as he was, and he sat up on
the couch to reach her. Pulling her pussy to his mouth, he licked the trickle
of cream on her thigh before he buried his mouth over her heat. Vinnie screamed
out what Mitch hoped to be the first of many climaxes.

She tasted of everything he could think of
that was his favorite. Dark rich chocolate. Wine that had aged well, with just
enough sweetness in it to have him coming back for more. Steak done just right,
and strawberry cheesecake with whipped cream, the real kind, not from a tub or
a can. Mitch sucked her clit and then nipped at the nubbin to hear her
screaming once again. His mouth flooded with her juices.

“No more.” She pulled back from him, and he
growled low. “Please. I need to feel you inside of me. I want to come while you
fuck me.”

Leaning back against the couch, he helped her
settle over him. He held his aching cock as gently as he could as she lowered
her heat onto him. When he was buried to the root, her body fitting tightly
over his, he held her hips while she rolled them back and forth, her hands
holding onto his shoulders as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

“Christ, do you have any idea how lovely you
are right now?” She moaned an answer, and he leaned forward and took her breast
into his mouth. The tip was hard, the breast soft and firm. When he bit down on
her nipple again, he felt her tighten around him and did it again and again
until she started riding him harder, faster. “Come for me, Vinnie. I want to
see your face when you come on me like this.”

Her body bowed back, and her hair, normally
up in some sort of knot, came tumbling down and touched his balls. He nearly
came just from that, the soft curling of her hair setting off all kinds of feelings
in his body he’d ever felt before. And when she came this time, her nipples grew
even tighter. Her fingers dug deeply into his shoulders hard enough that he
could feel blood, and he saw a kind of beauty in her he knew he’d never see
again. Victoria Graham was, simply put, the most beautiful creature in the
universe.

He rolled her to her back when she looked at
him, the couch just big enough that he could fuck her this way but little else.
They took it to the floor, her legs wrapping around his hips as he went deeper
within her, his cock stretching to fill every part of her. His balls ached with
the desire to empty into her, his cock yearning to fill her.

“You have to drink from me.” He looked at the
pounding pulse at her throat and felt a craving he’d never experienced before. Need
for her, to taste her like this, was making him hungry to have her all. “I’m going
to cut my vein, and I want to you drink from me when we come. I’m going to bite
you as well. Please do this for me…for us. I want you to bond with me in ways
you can’t imagine.”

Mitch wanted her, her blood and body, as he
fucked her liked he’d never fucked before. Everything about her was his, and he
wanted to...no, he
needed
to lay claim to her. As soon as her nails
scraped across her throat and blood began to seep from the wound, he came, his
entire body turned on by the thought of sucking her into him. Mitch sucked the
wound hard even as his cock continued to empty inside of her. The first taste
of her made him come again, his world rocking off its foundations over and over
again.

The heat of her mouth at his own throat had
him wanting more even as her teeth bit into him, tearing his flesh. He came
again, screaming around the wound at her throat even as she tightened once
again, her body coming with his as she drank deeply.

Mitch saw stars first, then darkness. Just
before he knew he was going to pass out, he felt...energized. His heart began
to beat harder, his mind, rarely quiet, felt full. Images that were not his own
began to fill in the places he never knew he’d had. Her memories became his,
and he knew they were one. Licking at the wound, he wondered how he’d seal it
when he looked down and saw that it was no longer there. Mitch was spent and
couldn’t have moved if he had to.

Her arms fell away from him, and he tried
really hard not to simply drop on top of her like dead weight. As he rolled, pushing
over the table beside them, Mitch was very proud of the fact that not only had
he been able not to hurt her, but he had her atop him now. Her body felt like
the best blanket he’d ever touched over him. And when she sat up, his cock
still deep inside of her, he watched her face as she gave him a slow,
comfortable ride.

“Mitch, I love you.” He felt his heart
tighten in his chest, and he wasn’t sure what to tell her. “I know your life,
all of it, just as you do mine. But I want you to know that no matter what
happened to you, it will never have anything to do with us.”

He lay there, his heart beating again and his
mind slowed so he could think. “He raped me nightly, and when he didn’t, she
did. And when they were finished with me, they’d take me out into the yard and hose
me off like I was nothing more than an animal.”

“They should be killed, not rewarded for what
they did to you. And the others.” He started to look away, but she said his
name. “You have to tell them. The police, your lawyer, as well as the others.
The Bruces need to pay for what they did.”

Mitch moved then. He didn’t want her touching
him. He felt…dirty. His skin crawled along his body, and he itched with the
need to be clean. When she held him to her, leaning over him so he couldn’t
escape, he had to let out long breaths or scream in horror at the images that
were running in a long loop in his head.

Night after night, he’d been tied to the bed
with cuffs, his body beaten when he didn’t cooperate. His food had been taken
away when he didn’t satisfy either of them. Mitch hadn’t been the only one,
either. All the boys there had been treated the same way, humiliated and beaten,
when all they ever wanted was to have somewhere safe to be.

“Just breathe, baby. I have you.” Vinnie
might have said that more than once, but he’d been so terrified, the little boy
again, that he’d not heard her. His mind felt close to shutting down, and he
knew she was right. He had to talk about it to someone. As she continued to
hold him, Mitch began his tale. It was the first time in all his life he felt
as if he could talk about the things that had been done to him and the others.

“My parents had been gone for about a year when
I was sent to them. They were killed in an accident when I was about fourteen
years old. I was in the system for about a year before I went to live with the
Bruces.” He took a long slow breath as he continued, “Carol Bruce, she would
come into my room or in the shower where I was and blow me. At first it was
just her, and at fifteen it wasn’t that bad. I mean...I never turned her down,
but I did feel like I’d been hurt somehow by her. Dirty. That’s what it felt
like when she’d leave me, I was dirty. Then one night...that night things
changed forever for me.” Closing his eyes, he tried not to feel but only to
speak. “Mark came into the shower with Carol and watched us. He was naked by
the time I came down her throat, and his cock was hard and wet. I was sickened
by it. But he jerked off all over the two of us and had Carol lick it off me. He
laughed at me then when I tried to tell them that I was done with it. I didn’t
want to...I know that as a young man I should have wanted sex all the time, but
not like this, not with them.”

“What did he do then?” Mitch got up then as
she’d moved to the couch. He pulled on his pants as she took his shirt over her
head and watched him. “Mitch, I need for you to tell me everything. I can see
it, feel what they did to you, but I want you to tell me.”

“You’ll hate me.” She told him that was never
going to be possible. “But I let them...I allowed them to take me as they
wanted for another year after that.”

“You didn’t allow them to do anything to you,
Mitch. They tied you up. They forced you.” He paced, thinking about the night
before he’d run. “Mitch?”

“There were chains on all the beds. From the
very beginning I had noticed them. And I never really gave it any thought when
they’d come in and chain one of the other boys to the bed at night. But I never
heard anything, so I never...I think they drugged us so they could do those
things to us. I never...it wasn’t anything that happened to me, so if anything
was brought up, I never heard it. I know now that they more than likely gave us
something with our evening meal, and only tied up the ones that they were going
to use who had not been drugged.” He walked to the window and looked out into
the darkened yard. There were things moving about, things he was sure were
there to protect them, but didn’t ask. It wasn’t important right now. “The
night before I left, they had chained me and this other boy to our beds. I was
screaming to be let go, telling them that I wanted to run. I guess in hindsight,
that was the wrong thing to say to them, but they came in naked, both of them,
and stood over our beds. It wasn’t the first time, of course, that I’d seen
them do this to me, but it was the first time they’d had two of us. We were the
only two boys there, I think.” His mind wandered to that night and the horrors
of it. Mitch felt himself slide into the dream that had haunted him every night
since he was a kid.