Passion By Control (Passion Series Book 2) (14 page)

Sirene’s expression was filled with venom and Fabian wondered if he was taking a risk pushing her so hard. She was a witch after all who might still choose to curse him with a rotting penis.  

“Do you want me to make you come Sirene?” He asked, lowering his voice until it was husky and cajoling to try and calm her down.

“You are such an arse.” She snapped and he couldn’t help laughing at her.

“Speaking to me like that is not going to persuade me to make you come. You might want to try asking a bit nicer.”

“Fuck you asshole. I don’t need you to make me come. Let me up.” She pushed at him but he easily pinned her down, his eyes dropping to her sweet cunt that was all wet and desperate for his attention. Her clit was hard, clearly visible to him, and with a groan, he lowered his head and began to flick his tongue over it, feeling her jerk under his touch.

Slowly he built her arousal back up with a mix of licks and sucks to her clit, pushing his tongue inside her where he could feel her feminine walls closing around him as her orgasm drew closer, but again when he could tell she was about to come, he withdrew his tongue and mouth from her.

This time she screamed with her frustration, her hips bucking up as she tried to grind herself against his mouth, but he sat up and moved away from her. If she thought this was easy on him, she would be wrong. His own body was not immune to what he was doing to her and his cock stood up hard, slapping him lightly on the stomach as he shifted uncomfortably.

Delayed gratification was no easier on the person administering it as it was for the person on the receiving end of it. Fabian was desperate for his own release too. He wasn’t accustomed to denying himself sex. When he wanted to fuck, he fucked. There was no holding back. Yet here he was, taking the time to drive this petite bundle of pissed off witch crazy with frustration, and driving himself crazy while he was at it.

“Calm down my beauty, I will let you come, ok?” He lowered himself between her legs again and began to lick his way from her ass to her clit, back and forth, driving his tongue as deep inside her as he could, before sweeping it over her super swollen and very sensitive clit. It was harder to hold her now since she was painfully aroused, bucking and twitching under him.

When he had her built back up, her whole body a mass of aching need, writhing and shaking, poised on the brink of reaching her climax, he sat up, hearing her frustrated curses again. Grabbing her ankles, he lifted them until they sat on his shoulders, tilting her, opening her and fully exposing her to his gaze. She was wet, more than just wet, and just at that moment, a trickle of fluid ran from her, making its way to her ass before dripping onto the bed. . His nostrils flared; the scent of her arousal strong in the room. He was done with the delayed gratification bullshit now. He wanted to fuck her and she clearly needed to be fucked.

Grasping a hold of his cock, he lined it up, ready to surge forward and bury himself in her, but before he could even so much as get the head inside her, he started to come. He growled, his growl turning to a snarl as he pumped cum all over Sirene’s thighs and the bed. “Fuck!” He shouted, cursing his lack of control. He never came early, well probably not since he’d been a teenage boy, centuries ago. Certainly as a vampire, he’d never lost control and to lose control now when he’d been using sexual deprivation on Sirene, only served to make his premature climax more embarrassing.

He was angry with himself. He hated losing control in anything he did and to lose control of his body was unacceptable to him. He couldn’t even bring himself to look at Sirene. What would she make of his total loss of control?

“Wait.” He said, climbing off the bed and heading into the en-suite bathroom off his room. Hastily he plucked a towel from a gold coloured stand stacked with soft fluffy towels and hurried back to the bed to clean up the mess he’d made. He couldn’t believe he’d done this. It must have been because of what she’d done earlier, denying him his release for so long and now he was having an issue with his control.

Dipping his fingers into her and finding her drenched and ready for him, he pulled her legs over his shoulders and with a swift, smooth plunge, buried his cock deep inside her. Fabian paused for a moment to let her body adjust to his size and when she tried to tilt her hips towards him, he pulled back, pausing briefly before ramming into her again.

Almost immediately he could feel the pressure building again, his balls tight and aching. He tried to hold back but he couldn’t, grunting with frustration when he came again.

“FUCK!” He roared, his fangs descending and he bit down into Sirene’s neck, taking out his anger and frustration on her. He shouldn’t be feeding from her again. He’d fed several times and if he wasn’t careful, he’d make her weak. If he took too much, he could even kill her. .

He heard her cry out, her body bucking up, her back arching like a bow and suddenly she was clamping around him, her body pulsing in waves. Her release flooded him, soaking his cock, pouring from her body and soaking the bed, his balls and at the feel of her squeezing along him, he cried out and slammed into her again, as he came for the third time.

Fabian dropped her legs to the bed and collapsed on top of her, feeling her body trembling and quivering under his, her internal walls still clenching around him.

He lay on her, listening to her harsh breathing and he was pissed, he was furiously angry that he’d disgraced himself and come three times like a virginal teenage boy.

Finally he sat up, pulling his still semi hard cock from her and felt another rush of juices flow from her. When he sat up and looked down at her, he could see he’d made a mess of her, but especially her neck. She was bleeding fairly from the numerous puncture marks that he’d left on her, but the blood flow was sluggish, typical of how it went when a human had lost too much. He needed to do something for her, or she would become incredibly weak and possibly need medical intervention. No way in hell could he risk her going to hospital.  

With a grunt of annoyance, he bit into his wrist, tearing the skin away and once he was bleeding freely, he pushed his arm up to her mouth. “Drink, it will help heal you. You’re bleeding more heavily than I expected, but I bit you much harder on my last feed. I’ve also fed from you too many times. I know I shouldn’t have, but you are very tempting my beauty. Your blood is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted, so please, take my blood now, so I can help you.”

Her expression screwed up at the sight of his blood flowing, and he could see the reluctance to comply with his request on her face, as her lips closed around his damaged skin and she started sucking on him, grimacing and shuddering. Watching her, he knew it would only be a matter of time, so he waited, studying her closely.

When she suddenly latched on and began to feed from him with a lot of enthusiastic sucking, he smirked. His little witch wasn’t immune to the allure of his blood, any more than a human was. One of the benefits of being vampire was their blood. The same as their appearance, their scent, everything about them, made them attractive to humans, the same applied to their blood. It was intoxicating and once a human got the taste for it, they wanted more. It was that way of course, to ensure that a vampire could heal a human when they needed to. Once they got a taste for the blood, they would happily feed enough to get the healing benefits from it.

“So was it worth it to deny you gratification my beauty?” He asked when he finally pulled his wrist from her mouth. He saw something flash in her eyes before she looked away. What the hell was wrong with her? “What is wrong? Do not tell me you were left unsatisfied. You came very loudly and my balls are still soaked from you, as is the bed.”

“I wasn’t the only one wetting the bed now, was I?” She raised an eyebrow at him. He could see the gleam of humour in her eyes and suddenly his suspicions were aroused.

“What did you do? Fuck you cursed me again? Dammit Sirene, you made it so I came all the time didn’t you?” He narrowed his eyes accusingly at her, and as if on cue his body was racked by another wave of all consuming, mind blowing pleasure. Growling with frustration at the loss of control over his body, he came hard, all over himself and the bed.

Immediately the pleasure started to build again and he bellowed, clamping his fingers around his cock, tightening his grip until he was crushing it brutally, savagely, desperate to stop the orgasm that was about to hit. It was too much, too intense and he was powerless to stop it. Fuck this woman was going to drive him crazy. First he couldn’t come, now he couldn’t stop. If anyone thought the idea of coming over and over again would be incredible, it wasn’t. Orgasm deprivation was agonising, uncontrollable orgasming was proving to be just as agonising. Fuck her, he needed this to stop.  

Coming without the act of fucking, or without a hand around him, or being inside a warm mouth, had no appeal to it at all. To have it happen in front of someone was highly embarrassing to him. Having it happen in the presence of this tiny woman who had him wanting to kill her one minute, fuck her the next, and strangle her the rest of the time, was even worse for him.

He began to fume, his rage building, and with his hand still clamped firmly around his cock, he leapt off the bed, storming into the bathroom. He had to get away from Sirene or he would kill her. Fuck she had to have put another spell on him so now he couldn’t stop coming. She sure as hell wasn’t denying it when he’d accused her of it.  

Fabian stood by the vanity basin and released the strangle hold he had on his cock, watching as it jerked and began to pump out yet another load into the sink, some even splattering across the mirror.

Once he finished, he groaned and began swearing, cursing the crap out of that bloody woman in the bedroom when he felt another climax building in him. “SIRENE!” He bellowed and after a minute or so, she turned up at the bathroom door, her head around the frame as she gave him a questioning look. Her face was the picture of innocence but he knew better.

“What’s wrong Fabian?” She asked her eyes widening when he cried out and shot another load of his release into the sink.

“You know, fuck you. Stop the fucking spell. You’ve made it so I can’t stop coming this time and it seems to be happening faster and faster now. FUCK!” He cried out again, his knees sagging as another wave of intense pleasure surged through him, and with an agonised cry he came hard, into the sink. Fuck she was going to kill him if she didn’t stop this shit soon. “God dammit, stop it Sirene. It’s too much.” His face contorted as if he was in agony and he collapsed to the floor, coming again.

Sirene

I watched Fabian collapse to the tiled floor of his en suite bathroom.  What the hell had possessed me to think that casting a spell where he couldn’t stop coming, would be funny? It seemed amusing at first, but it sure as hell wasn’t amusing now. Seeing him on the floor in pain was far from funny. I’d broken this beautiful vampire and reduced him to nothing more than a pathetic creature, rolling on the floor, screaming and groaning and coming everywhere, over and over again.

Silently I groaned. I should be happy. I was doing my job. Fabian was suffering, that was blatantly obvious to see and hear. Yet as I watched him, I had to concede, my victory was a hollow one. I didn’t feel happy. I had no desire to slap myself on the back and declare a job well done. I just felt bad. No, I felt like shit actually. I’d done this, and there the irony lay.

I was doing the job I’d been paid to do but all I felt now was guilt. It was bloody awful watching him if I was honest with myself. It seemed the spell was building in intensity and speed. He was getting mere seconds between orgasms now.

All he could do was lie there, on the tiles of his en suite floor, groaning, crying out, his face contorted and twisted with agony, as time after time, he pumped out cum all over the floor.  

“Fuck you Sirene. Lift the damned spell, please.” He bellowed at me and just as I was about to do as he asked, the bedroom door burst open and Damien and Lucian rushed in.

“Sire.” They cried and I watched as they dropped to his side, their expressions shocked and horrified. I could understand their horror too. Seeing a man as proud as Fabian rolling on the floor in his own cum was disturbing, even for me, and I was the one who had caused this to happen to him. Damien and Lucian had no idea what was wrong, or why this was happening to their sire. They grabbed him, to pull him to his feet, but he came again, screaming at them to leave him alone, his eyes flashing wildly.  

“What is going on father?” They both asked and I stared at them. Despite all that was going on, I had to acknowledge they were a good looking bunch of mother fuckers. Well, except for Fabian. He wasn’t looking quite so good now, with his hair wild, eyes like those of a mad man and covered in his own cum.

“Lift…the…fucking…curse…damn…you.” He ground out and I finally snapped out of my shocked state, lifting the spell, with a with a dramatic flourish of my hand. As soon as I did, he crumpled to the floor again and it took both of the ridiculously good looking men to help him to his feet.

Stumbling over to me, rage burning in his eyes and something else, something that looked like hatred, he glowered down at me for a moment. Determined not to let my nerves show, I met his stare head on, not flinching despite the look on his face. He raised his hand and I should have seen it coming, and maybe I did, but I just froze, watching his palm come towards me. Pain exploded in my cheek as he hit me and I gasped, my head snapping sideways, before I tumbled to the floor. I lay there, my hand cupping my cheek which felt like it was on fire, unwanted tears burning my eyes.