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Low, droning bass played over the speakers, accompanied by the clicking of drumsticks against a snare rim. I could feel the vibrations pulsing in my bones. I swayed my arms, letting my eyes close. My hips rocked to the beat of the music. I spun, letting my arms follow behind in a broad sweeping motion. A deep voice sounded over the speaker, distorted with reverb.
“The bats have left the bell tower”
Warmth wafted over my skin as a figure approached me from behind. I glanced over my shoulder, tilting my head until I met his piercing gaze. He was a hulking wall of muscle shrouded in darkness. A black surgical mask covered the bottom half of his face. I turned to face the man, lips curling into a smirk.
I reached out, fingertips skimming up his toned biceps, and looping around the back of his neck. His expansive palms settled on my hips. We gently swayed back and forth along with the syncopated rhythm of the snare.
“And who might you be?” I asked, tilting my head to one side.
His brown eyes seemed to darken at my words, Pupils dilating in the dim light. His thick fingers gently nudged my body closer to his. He leaned down, hot breath wafting over my bare skin.
“Just someone who wanted a dance.” His voice was deep, gruff. It sounded weathered, like an old whiskey barrel. Maybe his lips would have the same bite that a glass of scotch did. I wanted to hear more of his voice, needed to feel the way his chest rumbled with every word.
“Simon. That’s my name,” he continued.
Closer, closer, closer I leaned. His brown eyes flicked to my lips, and back up to my eyes. Inches away now, he tilted his head down expectantly. I pulled back, lips curling into a half smile.
“Buy me a drink, would you, Simon?”
His jawline was chiseled. Faint traces of scars littered his pale skin. I glanced at him over the rim of my glass. My throat burned as I took back a sip of rye. His eyes didn’t leave mine as I moved to rest my glass on the bar top. His warm palm splayed over my bare thigh.
“Where’d a cute thing like you come from?” He asked, gently swirling his glass in his hand. My eyes widened, locking onto his coy smile and those pretty brown eyes. I clicked my tongue, gently shaking my head.
“You were doing so well,” I hummed. “Why’d you have to say something so patronizing?”
He huffed, his toned chest heaving. The faintest trace of a smile crept across his face.
“All right then. What’s your favorite band?”
“Corpus Delicti.” I draped my hand over his. His grin only grew, canines flashing in the dim lighting.
“Second favorite?”
“Ministry. Next question?”
“Do you want to come home with me?” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth. I hooked my finger around the collar of his shirt and tugged him forward. My lips brushed against his only for a moment before pulling away.
“Yes.”
His lips were rough against mine. I could taste a faint trace of smoke on his breath. His tongue skimmed against my bottom lip. In an instant, my body felt feverish. A soft noise rose from my chest as I parted my lips for him. His tongue slid into my mouth, twirling against my own. The palm on my thigh slowly crept higher until his fingers kneaded the flesh of my ass. A wave of paresthesia washed over me like the first hit of a cigarette. With the way my head was spinning, I could get addicted to his taste.
He pulled away, leaving a silvery strand of saliva between our lips. He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, not bothering to look down as he slid a handful of bills toward the bartender.
“Come on.” He nodded toward the door. The stool beneath me squeaked as I stood. I glanced around the dimly lit room. My face flushed as I felt the burning hot gaze of the patrons. Furrowed brows and glossy eyes followed me as the man and I approached the front door. He kept his hand on the small of my back, nudging me forward.
The nighttime air had a certain bite to it. I crossed my arms over my chest, silently cursing myself for wearing shorts. The man glanced down at me, brown eyes raking over my shuddering figure.
“You sure you want this?” He asked.
“Yeah, why wouldn’t I?” My brows knitted. I pursed my lips in a weak attempt to stop my teeth from chattering. He glanced away, lips curling into a crooked smile. He gently shook his head, deep laugh bellowing from his chest.
“I don’t think you understand,” he muttered, fingers wrapping tightly around my wrist. I glanced down, biting the inside of my lip. His digits nearly swallowed up my hand. Slowly, he lifted my hand, bringing it to his parted lips. The tip of my index finger slipped past his lips. A sharp sting of pain ignited in my digit as he pricked my fingertip with his sharp canine, only to swiftly disappear. Blood ran down my finger, and over my knuckles, threatening to soil my sleeves.
His tongue swirled around the marred digit, lapping up every drop of blood. Blood streaked my frigid skin. He groaned as my blood tinged his tongue. His eyelids fluttered closed. The grip on my wrist tightened. His nails left behind angry red crescents on my chapped skin.
My thoughts swirled. A wave of static washed over me as my nerve endings ignited. Sweat oozed from my pores. I felt intoxicated, as if my breath was torn from my lungs. I stumbled forward into his broad chest. A deep laugh bellowed from his stomach. He draped his arm across my shoulders, fingers gently squeezing my biceps.
“Did…did you put something in my drink?” I slurred, glancing up at him through my eyelashes.
“You still don’t get it, do you?” He pouted, bringing his own finger to his lips. He pulled back his upper lip, baring his teeth. His canines were sharp, abnormally so. Almost looking like fangs. I swallowed, mouth going dry.
I glanced over my shoulder at the neon sign that hung above the entrance. The bats nest. His hand cradled my cheek, thumb gently stroking my skin. I shifted my gaze back to him, this daunting figure before me.
Fragmented memories filled my mind. Rumors of cattle slaughter , pale corpses drained of blood. Hushed whispers and stares at anyone dressed in black. Hungry eyes following me in the bar.
“I didn’t even touch your drink.” He hummed. “That’s just the aphrodisiac in my spit.”
A pair of headlights turned down the street, illuminating the both of us. He turned, raising his hand to the cab. The brakes squealed as the car came to a stop.
“Or the analgesic…or the anticoagulant.” He continued, locking eyes with me. I couldn’t process the words he was saying. I guess he really was some sort of monster. “Are you in or no?” His fingers wrapped around the door handle.
“Are you going to hurt me?” My voice quivered as I whispered the words. He quirked an eyebrow, tongue darting across his bottom lip.
“Only a little.” He stated plainly.
I swallowed down my fear, hands fidgeting with the hem of my shorts. I fit the perfect victim profile, didn’t I? No family, no coworkers who’d care enough, no close friends, no roommate. That’s the type of background that would leave a killer drooling.
This man above me seemed hungry, like he’d swallow me up in an instant. He didn’t have the malice I expected in his eyes.
“Okay.” I stared down at the sidewalk, taking in a shaky breath. “I’m in.”
He pulled open the door and tugged me inside. With a slam, he shut the door behind the both of us. The car was silent, save for the sound of our heavy breaths. The driver’s hands flexed against the steering wheel, eyes narrowing as he stared the both of us down.
“Hampton and James.” Simon grunted. He slipped his fingers into my belt loops and pulled me into his lap. His fingertips skimmed along the waist of my shorts before settling on the little copper button. My heart quickened as I watched him hastily tug at the denim.
“Simon-” I sputtered as he undid my zipper. His fingertips slid beneath my underwear. I tossed my head back against his shoulder. My eyelids fluttered closed as his fingertips skated up my core.
“Excuse me, what the fuck are you doing?” The cab driver turned over his shoulder. He pursed his lips, nose scrunching up as he grimaced in disgust. Simon grunted, shoving his hand into his pocket. He pulled out a crumpled hundred-dollar bill and threw it at the bewildered man.
“Shut up and drive,” Simon grunted. The driver glanced at the bill, eyes widening. He nodded, shifting into drive. He gripped my chin between his fingers and tilted my head to the side. His other hand slipped further into my shorts. I bit down on my bottom lip, holding back the noises that threatened to spill from my chest.
He circled my clit with two fingers, groaning as my arousal soaked his digits. He muttered soft profanities against my neck as he trailed wet kisses down my skin. His teeth skimmed along my skin, enough to pull needy noises from my throat, but not enough to draw blood.
His fingertips dipped down to my entrance, slowly circling before pushing in. I gasped, hips rutting into his hand. He didn’t give me even a moment to adjust, instead choosing to piston his fingers at a bruising pace. His knuckles thumped against my thighs with every thrust. Wet smacking filled the car, drowning out the music streaming from the radio.
He ground his palm into my clit, laughing as I squirmed under his touch. The pace of his fingers was rough and hasty. He fingered me as if he needed to hear my voice, needed to feel me squirm. His motions felt condescending, like a child playing with a battered toy. Somehow the degradation made it all the more delicious.
He curled the tips of his fingers, reaching even deeper inside of me. Each thrust drowned out every last fragment of hesitancy. His fingers were too delectable, too addictive to stop now. A string of desperate whines and moans fell from my tongue, running off my parted lips like drool. He swallowed up every sound, turning my head to press an open-mouthed kiss to my lips.
“Both hands on the wheel!” Simon spat at the driver. My neck went limp in his grasp, head tilting back against the headrest. My thighs quivered, body shaking with every thrust. I gripped his wrist, nails digging into his skin as he pushed me over the edge of my climax.
I twitched, back arching away from his chest. My lips parted in a silent scream. The air was pulled from my burning lungs. My head spun as the hypoxia subsumed my twitching limbs. A wave of requiescence washed over my taut muscles, slowly loosening my tendons.
I went limp in his grasp. He pulled his sodden fingers from my shorts and brought the digits to his mouth. He groaned, tongue laving over my arousal. It was disgusting, depraved, and yet I couldn’t take my eyes off of this man. I could help but clench around nothing as I watched him clean his fingers of my essence.
The car halted to an abrupt stop. My body jolted forward, only to be tugged back as The man wrapped his arms around my stomach. With a soft hum, he tugged me to his chest, holding me still in his embrace.
“Out, now,” the driver snarled, his jaw tensed tight. Simon pushed the door open, pulling me to my feet in a hurry. I stumbled forward into his chest, knees trembling beneath my weight. His keys rattled as he pulled them from his pocket. Stepping forward, he glanced back at me from over his broad shoulder. I followed behind, wrapping my arms around his biceps.
His boots thudded against the welcome mat. The lettering had worn away, no doubt from years of use.
“You sure you wanna do this?” He asked, cradling my face. His fingers gently stroked my skin. I leaned into his touch, closing my eyes. Taking in a deep breath, I spoke.
“Take me inside, Simon.”
He gripped the doorknob, key in his other hand. With a soft click the lock shifted out of place. He looked down at me, brown eyes piercing through me as he slowly pushed open the door. I peered inside the dimly lit entrance with wide eyes. He stepped forward, wood floors creaking beneath his weight. With a soft click, the front entrance lit up.
I followed behind him, glancing around at the minimally decorated space. The roaring sounds of passing motorists dimmed as he closed the door behind us. His hands found my waist, fingers splaying over my skin.
“You taste sweet,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. A grin crept across my face. I rested my hands on top of his.
“My blood or my cunt?” I asked with a chuckle.
“Both,” he muttered against my neck. “You’ll let me have another taste, right?” His tongue slid up the length of my neck. In an instant the aphrodisiac sunk into my skin, sparking alight every nerve in my body.
“Long as you don’t drain me dry, Simon,” I smirked. He groaned, fangs ghosting against my skin, threatening to sink into my neck. “If you take more than a pint, I’ll stake you. Got it?”
“Got it,” he hummed.
His thick fingers laced with mine. He took a step forward, tugging me behind him. I followed behind him, my gaze fixated on the way his hands seemed to swallow mine up. Even his shadow engulfed me in darkness as we stepped into his bedroom.
He turned, staring down at me with those dark eyes. His finger slipped beneath my chin, tilting my head back. His lips were warm against mine, and his kiss was frantic. He groaned against my lips, hands finding the hem of my shirt. He toyed with the fabric between his fingertips. I hooked my arms around the back of his neck, pulling him down to my height. He chuckled against my lips, only breaking free for a moment to strip me of my shirt.
His palms were warm as he pushed them against my bare chest. I fell back onto the bed, mattress squeaking beneath my weight. I curled my fingers, biting down on my bottom lip as I urged him to come closer. Maybe it was the aphrodisiac, or maybe it was his predatory glare, but I needed his body on mine. I parted my legs for him, making way for his broad hips to slot between my thighs.
My body jolted from the sheer force of his hands. His fingers slipped beneath my shorts, tugging them roughly down my hip. I whined, watching his gaze lock onto my leaking cunt. With a thud he dropped the denim onto the floor behind him.
“You want it that bad?” He asked, fingers roughly gripping my thighs. I nodded, staring down at him with half-lidded eyes. “You gonna let me use you?” He grunted, shoving his hand into his pocket. I nodded, a moan slipping from my puffy lips. He pulled something from his pocket, holding it up for me to see. With a soft click, a silver blade popped out of its hilt. The sharpened metal caught the dim light, casting a reflection onto the duvet.
“You gonna let me feed on you?” He slowly inched the back of the blade closer to my face, stopping inches away from my nose. I tilted my head up, parting my lips. With my gaze fixed on him, I stuck my tongue out, dragging it over the length of the blade. He groaned, gritting his teeth.
He brought the blade to my stomach. My muscles tensed as the cold metal touched my heated skin. With the side of the blade he teasingly ran the knife up my stomach, stopping at my chest. His brown eyes locked onto me, expectantly.
“Go ahead. Take what you need.” I cooed.
The dull sting of exposed nerves sparked in my skin as he dragged the blade across my chest. I closed my eyes, sinking deeper into the feeling. A moan slipped from my lips.
I crossed my ankles behind his back, nudging him closer to my core. He groaned, leaning in. I could feel his hot breath wafting over my skin. His tongue laved over the open cut, lapping up every last drop of blood. The sting of the cut soon faded into a soft twinge.
I carded my fingers through his blonde curls, gently tugging at his locks. He groaned against my skin, rutting his hips into mine. I whined as his jeans rubbed against my throbbing clit.
He pulled back from the cut. Streaks of blood coated his cheeks. His brilliant brown eyes deepened to a near black as his pupils dilated. He trailed the knife to the other side of my chest, pushing down hard enough to split my skin. I groaned, rolling my hips against him.
His tongue was back on my skin, drinking in every bit of me. I reached between our bodies, fingers finding the button on his jeans. I grunted, weakly attempting to push his jeans over his hips with my heels. He moaned against my marred flesh, using one of his hands to shove his jeans down.
He rutted his leaking cock against my cunt. My cunt fluttered as I rocked my hips gently against his length. He sat back on his shins, guiding his cock up my core with his fingers. A desperate plea fell from my parted lips. My fingers clenched around the sheets, gripping tight enough for my knuckles to go white.
My jaw went slack as he slowly pushed inside of me. My brows knitted. Pain swelled in my hips as he stretched me out. The aphrodisiac in my veins made every bit of burning tension that much more pleasurable. My toes curled as he inched inside of me. His large palms kept steady hold of my hips.
“Fuck, feels so good,” he grunted. Cock twitching inside of me. His head hung low as he bottomed out. The tight curls at the base of his cock brushed against my skin. We sat in stillness, sticky chests heaving, straining for air.
He twirled the knife between his fingers, bringing it back to my skin. With a whine of protest, I pushed his hand aside. My fingers wrapped around his shirt collar, yanking him closer.
“Bite me.” I moaned.
Somehow his deep eyes dilated even more. He caught his bottom lip between his teeth, muffling a soft noise that rose from his throat. He cursed under his breath, shallowly rocking his hips into me.
I whined, throwing my head back against the covers. His thick fingers slid through my hair, tugging my head to the side. With my neck now bared, he leaned in. His sharp teeth sunk into my skin, harshly biting down at my pulse point. My cunt fluttered around his cock, a stream of incomprehensible moans falling from my lips. Every drop of saliva only intensified the sensations. His sharp teeth, every inch of his cock against my insides.
Drool pooled in the corners of my mouth, spilling over my puffy lips. His hips slammed against mine. The mattress springs squealed with every harsh thrust. He grunted, pulling his teeth from my flesh. Warmth spread over my shoulder as blood oozed from the wound. I whined as his tongue soothed over the mark.
My head was spinning, either from the blood loss or the way his cock head nuzzled against my cervix. I felt full, thick cock spreading me out. My skin tingled as my nerves pulsed. Jolts of pleasure shot up my spine, scrambling every thought I had.
I wrapped my arms around his back, holding him tight to my bare chest. Sweat oozed from my pores. I felt unbearably hot, lungs swelling with need.
“Simon-” I sputtered, nails digging into his muscles. “I’m gonna cum-”
“Yeah,” he pulled back to stare at me with half-lidded eyes. He dragged his tongue across his bloodstained lips, moaning at my taste. “I’m not done with you,” he grunted, bringing his lips to the other side of my neck.
Another bite, another spark of pain that melded into pleasure. My breath grew shallow, erratic. I could hear my pounding heart in my ears. I choked out a sob, spit flying from my parted lips. My body tensed under his touch, pulling his hips closer to mine. My eyes ached as they rolled to the back of my head. Like a doll string with elastic, my limbs contorted, face grimacing as I reached my orgasm.
He didn’t falter, only grunting as his hips powered into me. His nails dug into my hips hard enough to leave bloody marks. It only seemed to spur him on.
An animalistic growl bellowed from his chest as his tongue laved over my marred neck. His pace grew faster, rougher still, like he was threatening to spear me in half with his cock.
Still drowsy from the aftermath of my orgasm, the stimulation only threatened to drag me to another peak. I whimpered, eyes screwing shut as I held onto his shoulders.
“Fuck!” He cursed, kissing down my neck. He left behind a trail of bloody kisses traveling down my clavicle. His eyes fluttered shut, jaw going slack as he neared his orgasm.
“Fuck- cum with me. Please-” he groaned, pistoning his hips into me. He brought two fingers to my quivering cunt and quickly circled them around my clit. My hips bucked, as his motions pulled me through another orgasm. Hot tears ran down my cheeks as the overstimulation tugged at my tendons. Tension snapped in my stomach tightening around his cock. My legs tightened, holding him flush to my hips. Warmth flooded my cunt. His thick cock twitched as he came inside of me.
He slowly pulled out, watching as his cum spilled down my thighs. I watched as his brown eyes flicked across my body, stopping at each bloody mark he left.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” He grunted as he pulled open his bedside drawer. He rummaged through the contents before pulling out a handful of dressings and wound cleaner. I watched as he soaked the gauze in cleaner, bringing the dressing to my skin. He silently wiped away streaks of coagulated blood.
I brought my thumb to my lip, swiping it against my thumb. Bringing the digit to his face, I wiped away the bloodstains around his lips. His lips curled into a smile, somehow losing the predatory feeling from before. He wrapped his fingers gently around my wrist, bringing my palm to his mouth. He kissed my hand before letting go of my wrist.
“How often do you need to feed?” I asked, letting my hand drop to the duvet. He brought his attention back to my body, fingers diligently cleaning my wounds.
“Couple times a month.” He hummed, pressing a kiss to the cut he’d left on my chest.
“Why don’t you call me next time, yeah?”