Short Smut(21)

I cried out as he pounded into me. The muscles of my twat clenched in another quick orgasm. He didn’t pause, just kept sliding that monster dick in and out. He started chewing on my neck again with little animal noises, mewling and grunting. My mind focused on the cock slamming into me, making me come again and again. I moaned, my body gripped his dick, and each thrust sent frissons through me until finally I released in wave after wave of pleasure.

“Oh,” Jamie moaned as his hips reached a jackhammer pace.

His fangs sank into my neck, a stinging pain. A flutter of fear drowned under the blood pounding in my ears. My body felt warm and soft, and far away I felt Jamie surging into me.

“You taste so sweet...” were the last words I heard as my life faded away.

* * *

I groaned, blood pounding in my ears. A strange euphoria clouded my mind. Jamie held me. I wasn’t dead. “Thank you, master,” I murmured before I could think.

Master? Why did I call Jamie my master?

“You’re welcome, my little rat,” he said. “I was looking at your body, thinking it was a pity I’d never be able to enjoy your sweet mouth again, when it occurred to me how foolish I was being, so I changed you.” The words sounded rehearsed, like he’d been lying beside me, waiting for me to rouse.

“Changed me?” The panic that welled up in me was soothed by his hand on my face.

“Yes. You’re now a vampire, my vampire to be specific.” His cock was hard and hot against my back, and I wanted to stuff him down my throat.

I rolled over to caress my master.

“I love your enthusiasm, but we should go soon. We’re more noticeable in the daylight, those that can stand it. We don’t glitter or anything,” he said, retrieving his clothes, “but it’s hard to hide that we’re not human.”

I grabbed a pair of panties, and as I bent over to put them on, his hand caressed my ass. With a smile I shifted one leg forward to reveal my still flushed twat.

“It’s so strange, I can’t remember the last time I felt lust,” he said, one finger slipping inside me.

I froze as he idly fucked me, and then moaned when his finger withdrew. I saw it disappear between his thick lips as he cleaned it of my juices.

“Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to fool around when we get back to my house. Now, is there anything you must have from this place?” The way he said it, taking in the clutter, he thought it doubtful.

I opened my jewelry box and put on my favorite necklace. The focal was made of a speckled brown stone streaked with opal, strung on braided twine with haphazard clusters of round blue beads. It looked perfect with my black scoop neck dress, and I wanted to be perfect for my master.

“I think you’re prettiest without your clothes,” he said, answering my thoughts.

“Can you—”

“Read your mind? I have a general idea of what’s going on in your head.”

I put on a bra, pulled my dress over my head, and turned to where he sat on my bed.

“Why didn’t you wear that last night?” he asked. “It looks much better than that tiny skirt and tank-top you had on.”

“Because I was horny, master.”

“Call me Jamie. You are to be my consort, it’s more appropriate you use my name.” He chuckled. “Saved by hormones. Are you ready? No, you need shoes? Well hurry up, it’s nearly six.”

I crawled around looking for my sandals, and I felt his eyes on me. I wasn’t tired or hung over. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I'd felt this good.

“Yes, it’s nice being a vampire,” he said. “It’s even nicer being my vampire. I’m one of the oldest, and I have power.” His eyes were warm and brown in the morning light. “There are vampires hundreds of years old that don’t have the strength of you in your infancy.” The way he spoke, he was proud of his handiwork.

As we left, he took my hand. From murderer to boyfriend, all it took was sucking his dick.

“Don’t sell yourself short, pet,” he said. “Most women lose their wits, while you kept your head well enough to get the one last thing you wanted before you died.” He led me down a back street to his car, a shiny white Aston Martin.

“Nice car,” I said as he opened my door.

“Thanks.” He pulled out into the nearly deserted street.

“Will there be... other vampires?” I asked, my stomach doing flip-flops at the thought of having to deal with a vampire court.

“They’re subservient to me.” He laid his hand on my knee, and calm radiated through me. “I won’t lie. I expect some of them to be jealous. You don’t have to worry about them until tonight. Most fall asleep as soon as the sun rises.”