I wasn’t a prude by any means, but wasn’t a prostitute either. My clients paid me for my company and nothing else. Some of the other girls charged more for a little play on the side, but I had never done that. I had sex with men as any woman in their peak did, but to take money for the act was dirty and immoral to me. Others wouldn’t agree with my theory, claiming I still took a hefty amount of change from a total stranger for the sole purpose of his entertainment. Those were the same people that watched the shows on TV that depicted the whores on the side of the road, or those Lifetime specials about call girls.
It didn’t matter to me, because I was a grown woman and, if I wanted to have sex with a total stranger, or in this case, four complete strangers, I fucking would! I was a free spirit, a wanderer by heart, and to be honest, my time in the city was coming to an end anyway. This was my last hoorah, my last bang before I left.
The door slowly opened and in walked Mikael. He was fully clothed, and the way he stalked toward me reminded me of a feral animal, a beast in the jungle. He stopped at the foot of the bed and reached down to take hold of the silk sheet. He slowly started to pull it off so it slipped over my body like ink spilling. The feeling was sensual, erotic even.
“Come here.” I moved closer, obeying his command without hesitation. I went onto my knees so we were so close our breath mingled together. “Tell me your name.” His voice was soft yet deep, commanding yet coaxing.
“Jane,” I whispered.
A slight smirk crossed his lips. “Tell me your real name.” He reached his hand up and gripped my neck. He was gentle, his thumb moving methodically across my rapidly beating pulse. I swallowed hard. Deep inside I knew he had seen through my lie. He was probably hundreds, if not thousands of years old. He probably had powers that went beyond anything I had ever dreamt about. The way his thumb moved across my pulse reminded me of the raw predator he truly was, of how he could snap my neck with a flick of his wrist. Despite knowing this, knowing what he could do in a second, I didn’t feel fear.
“My name is Sophie.” He smiled again, a true and genuine lift of his lips that showed off his straight white teeth and prominent fangs. I had never been one who got off on the dental equipment of a vampire, but seeing those two wicked sharp teeth brought a pool of moisture between my legs.
He scanned my face and a second later he pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. The air left my lungs as he pulled away and removed his hand from my neck. He took a step back and started removing his clothing. I stayed still, watching in feminine appreciation at the hard and muscled body that he presented. His skin was smooth and alabaster white, the muscles beneath his flesh defined and hard as rock.
I glanced down at the monster between his legs, took in the multiple piercings again, and idly wondered what it would feel like inside of me. Mikael didn’t make me wait long, and when he took those couple of steps forward, I could practically feel his desire for me radiate from him. He slowly smoothed his fingers down my bare shoulders. His eyes stayed on my face, watching my reaction. He pulled me close to him so that my breasts rubbed against his cool skin and caused goosebumps to form on my flesh.
He took my mouth gently at first, but as our tongues pressed together, his kiss became more aggressive, demanding. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tilted my head to take in more of his kiss. I could feel his shaft press against me, could feel the chilled smoothness of the barbells that pierced his cock. He pressed closer to me still, grinding his erection into me until I was making small mewling noises in the back of my throat.
He used his upper body to push me back onto the bed until he was covering me. “I want to feel your pussy gripping me. I want to feel your legs wrap around me as I pump my cock so hard into you your eyes roll back in your head.” His voice was low, promising. He caressed the side of my face as he looked into my eyes. “You are so beautiful, Sophie.” He kissed me then, deep, dominating.
His icy flesh cooled my overheated body and made my nipples so hard they ached. I spread my legs wide to accommodate his large frame. He rubbed his body along mine and drove me so wild I couldn’t feel anything except what he felt like on top of me. My pussy was saturated from my juices and I felt the wetness coat my inner thighs.
He broke the kiss and trailed his tongue down my throat. I tilted my head to give him better access, surprised with myself for the bold move. Baring my neck to a vampire would have been a grave mistake, but the very idea of Mikael slipping his fangs into me had my whole body tingling. I knew it would be erotic and taboo, had even heard about the pleasure associated with the act. I admit I was curious, but more so I wanted to feel that closeness, that unyielding surrender of giving myself over to a predator. Essentially, my life, what was left of it anyway, was in his hands. It thrilled me.