Vampire Mansion

Belita Renn

Vampire Mansion All Hallow’s Eve By Belita Renn

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Dedication:

To my Family and Friends

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Halloween Night

Toni was in need of some mind-blowing sex. Her breasts were sensitive and alert with each brush of her cotton blouse. A mild pulse of awareness floated through her female core, regularly keeping her conscious that she hadn’t bedded anyone in a long time. Her body needed some tender loving care. She walked into the Cock’s Crow on Front Street, in the small town of Dark Corner. Nodding at Harry, the muscle at the door, she waved to Sally the barmaid. Moving into the dimly lighted bar area, she weaved between the tables, until reaching the sidewall. Slipping into a booth, she clasped her hands on the table, and glanced around. Prepared to wait until Sally had time to come over to take her order, she avoided looking at the backlighting behind the bar. Allowing her eyes to adjust to the dim lighting, she began sliding her gaze over the occupants at the tables. Spotting a few of the regulars, she nodded if they made eye contact. Shifting her gaze from table to table, she felt a sinking feeling. There was no one sexually inspiring in the bar tonight. Toni shifted her gaze to the barmaid, as Sally strolled over. “Good evening Sally. Looks like it’s a quiet night.” Stopping beside the booth, Sally cast a glance over her shoulder at the crowd. “Not the usual crowd for a Wednesday. What can I do you for tonight, boss?” “If you can find me a hunk, I’ll put you in my will. Barring that, bring me a Vodka Collins.” “Yes ma’am. I’ll keep a lookout for that hunk. Of course, if I find one, I’m gonna try to keep him for myself.” Smiling she walked away. When she returned with the drink, Sally placed it on the table. “Can I speak to you boss?” “Certainly, what is on your mind tonight besides the hunk, you plan to steal from me?” Sally was a cute girl, dressed in jeans and a satin shirt that hugged her slim frame. 5

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“There is a young lady in the john acting weird. I think she is on something other than liquor.” “All right, fetch Harry and we will see to it. I want you to come along. You need to learn how to handle these situations.” Although she wasn’t new at the bar, Sally was uncomfortable about handling unusual situations. This was the first night she had taken off in a month, and foolishly she had come in. It served her right for coming to the bar to look for a man. But, the bar was like a second home and she was more comfortable meeting a man here than in…say the local market. Here, she had Harry to protect her if she had any problems. Plus, she could take the man of her choice to her office and not invite a one-night stand into her home. There was much to be said for meeting guys for a one-night stand here. Unfortunately, she seldom had time to seek out an interested male. She didn’t have time for a relationship, not with the hours she worked. Up all-night and sleeping all day, made it difficult for her to have a normal relationship. Also, few men were willing to spend their dates in a bar; constantly being interrupted by her work, and after work was too late at night. Leading the way, she had Harry wait outside the bathroom door while she went inside to determine the extent of the situation. The girl was indeed floating on another plain of reality. They found the people with the girl and had them take her home. It all went smoothly, but it took long enough to be irritating. Toni wanted this night for herself. Sure she was being selfish, but it was Halloween and she wanted it to be different from her usual routine. After a month of solid work with no social life, she was due a little R&R, as she called a romping ride on a hard cock. No one that grasped her interest came in. It was around eleven o’clock before she heard of the big party-taking place at the mansion. It was an old country estate at the end of town. The man that lived there had parties about once a month. Everyone was invited. Toni had never been to one. Until this year, she had worked around the clock to make the business solvent. When she had inherited the Cocks Crow from her Uncle Stan, she had also inherited the debts. Stan hadn’t been a good businessman. Toni decided tonight was a good time to check out the party. She had never met the owner, Valamar Hattworth. He was reportedly a hunk, and tonight she had hunk fever. 6

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Leaving the bar, she drove to her house and slipped into a slinky black mini made of jersey material that clung to her curves. The matching top was peasant style, with an elastic neck that stretched down over the arms if she wanted, with lapels and a button at her cleavage. Slipping one shoulder down her arm, she hurried to her dressing table to freshen her makeup and hair. Pleased with the attractive woman looking back at her in the mirror, she smiled. Honey blonde hair that floated across the tops of her shoulders, sparkling blue eyes, good complexion, with small nose and normal lips. She didn’t have the fluffy French lip look, but she had good teeth, even and white, and a sexy smile. “Yep, tonight is your night girl, get naked and go wild.” Stepping into high heels that showed off her slim legs, she grabbed her wallet and keys and headed to the car. Stashing her wallet in the glove compartment, she locked it, and then drove to the mansion. On a small rise at the end of town, the huge building was ablaze with light. The loud music could be heard while she was still in her car. Locking the car doors, she stashed the key in the hide-a-key, which she hoped no one would ever guess to look beneath her gas flap to find. Swinging her hair, she started up the walk. There were a few people on the lawn, but the main crowd was inside the building. The front door was standing open, so she strolled in. The bar was close to the front door, so she picked up a glass of wine and took a sip. No wonder business was slow at the club; it was an excellent wine, and apparently an equal to the party. She greeted a couple of people she knew and strolled to the next room. She stopped to talk to a group of locals she saw in the bar all the time. Teasing them about abandoning her, she laughed softly. She didn’t know them personally; actually she didn’t see anyone she was on speaking terms with. Some of the faces were familiar; she had seen them around town, at the restaurants during dinner, and at the theater’s late, late showing, where she went occasionally after the bar closed. “You own the bar?” A deep, sultry voice asked behind her. There was a distinct accent underlying the English that she couldn't place. Twisting she glanced back, a smile on her lips. “Yes I do.” He is a blooming hunk. Hello tall, dark and scrumptious. It was an old cliché, but so suitable. Black hair brushed back, covering over half the ears, and cut short, with a few stray bangs on his forehead. Deep, forest-green eyes studied her with seductive intensity. The perfect 7

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proportions to his face would make any movie star jealous, with masculine lips, the bottom one slightly full, and a straight nose. Dressed in black, he had a Gothic look, without appearing punk and youthful. Turning she faced him, holding her wine up. “And this is competition. I don’t believe I have seen you in the bar.” She judged him to be in the mid-thirties. “I don’t drink alcohol often.” “I like your accent, it is Italian?” She took a wild guess, having no idea what language gave him the accent. “Greek.” Taking her hand, he tilted his head to the side. “Let’s find somewhere we can talk.” Leading the way through the crowd, he entered an interior room that was lit with candles. There were a few people talking quietly at the far side of the room. They had the area before the bookcases to themselves. “Do the parties harm your business?” His gaze followed the glass as she lifted it to her lips and took a tiny sip. “This is your place?” She waved her glass between them. “What I’ve seen is lovely.” Then she chuckled, realizing she hadn’t answered his query. “And yes, the parties hurt business, but as it is only one night a month, I manage to survive.” “I’m glad. I wouldn’t want anything to prejudice you against me.” His dark orbs boldly studied her features. “Actually, this place belongs to Valamar. I am his roommate at present. My company supplies the booze. These parties can get pretty wild. Are you here with someone?” She shook her head. “I’m flying solo tonight.” She glanced around the book-lined walls. He chuckled. “Good. Then you are accustomed to gatherings like these.” “Yes and no, I am accustomed to the bar scene, which isn’t a lot different. I noticed a brave few are in costume.” Lifting her glass, she emptied the wine into her mouth. “You must tell me the brand of this nectar, it is the best wine I’ve ever had.” She wasn’t lying, the wine was delicious, and made her crave more. “I’ll be happy to supply you with a private stock. It comes from a little winery in Greece. I’m afraid it is quite potent, your customers would be getting drunk all over the place; however, you wouldn’t be making a lot of money off of it. Still, I will be glad to send you the information.” 8

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“Thanks, I’d like to check into it. But I am no fool; I will take you up on the offer of a bottle for myself. I’ll purchase a case from you, if you will allow me.” Why was she being so greedy? Normally she hardly drank. She had a feeling that if she had a case of this wine, she would be drinking all the time. Exactly the problem her predecessor had, and it had ruined him. A half grin lifted his lips, attracting her gaze to the gap revealing a few white teeth. “If you like it that much, I will give you a case.” “I’ll take it.” A wave of longing clinched her insides. Was he going to make a move, or was she supposed to? Leaning back against the bookcase, she smiled up at him, hoping she appeared seductive. The party planner had to be safe, right? What could she say, you want to slip into one of the bedrooms and have sex? Testing the sentence in her mind, she rejected it as being too crude. This intoxicating man had an air of old worldliness about his manner that was too smooth for such unsophisticated wording. Stepping in closer, he removed the wine glass from her hand, and sat it on a side table. “I have something better for you than this.” Laying his arm on the books beside her head, he leaned forward, his dark head descending slowly. She had time to turn her head, or object, which she had no intentions of doing. He paused, his nose almost touching hers; his dark eyes appeared black in the candlelight, almost unnerving. She inhaled the sweet wine on his gentle breath, and his scent that reminded her of grapes. For an instant, she thought this might not be such a good idea after all. Quickly as though sensing her conflicting emotions he angled, advanced, and pressed cool lips against her mouth. The persuasive pressure was perfect. Her mouth melded to his. He felt so right, even if it was for only one night, he was perfect. It was thrilling that he seemed to feel the same. His warm succulent mouth against her lips, she knew she could spend hours kissing him. Pulling back, he stroked light feathering kisses across her slightly parted lips. The soft brushed thrilled her mind, teased her mouth, and tempted her body. Her heart hammering in her ears, she felt slightly giddy. The mild ache in her sheath intensified. Somewhere floating in the void of her mind, she acknowledged this ache, and that her crotch was feeling slick. Her clit pulsed with excitement. She wanted his kiss; deep and passionate, revealing his desire for her 9

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was as strong as hers for him. Although the light kiss was wonderfully seductive on its own. Pulling back, he glanced down at her breasts. Lifting a hand, he hooked a finger into the gap between her lapels and tugged slightly at the material held secure by the button between her breasts. “I seem to be having a problem with your blouse. Do you suppose you could give assistance?” Her breasts rising with every breath, she was overly aware of his finger tugging on the material of her blouse. “What kind of problem is my blouse giving you?” Breathless, she glanced down at his hand pressing against her breast. “It appears to have a will of its own. I want the material bursting open, revealing the swells of your lovely breasts.” He didn’t attempt to push the button through the hole. Instead he tugged on the material again, and leaned forward to claim her mouth. The warm wet tip of his tongue stroked across her lips, exploring before sliding between them Pleasure soared through her breast when he circled her nipple with his fingertips. It was a light touch, much the same as his kiss. Responsive nerves tingled deep in her breasts. “It’s a false button. It doesn’t open.” Breathless, she informed him when he released her mouth. Lifting his head, he watched his finger circling her nipple pushing against the material of her silky jersey. Brushing her sleeve down, he revealed her breast to his view. His sturdy frame was blocking them from view. No one could see that he had revealed her breast; therefore the need to complain didn’t arise. “You’ve pinned my arm,” softly, she teased. “You don’t need it. I’ll pleasure you.” “Oh?” Raising her eyebrows, she looked into two deep dark orbs surrounded with a green boarder. It was a relief to know that he was as aroused as she. “But you need…” “Shush.” He covered her mouth with his, and drew her breath into his lungs. “I’ll pleasure you.” His complete confidence was enticing. He was assuming control of the situation, and with ease that was almost irritation. Did she want to be mastered? If she allowed him, would that satisfy the part of her that never seemed to be satisfied. 10

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“I am certain you understand my need to be in control tonight. It will protect both of us.” “Are we in danger?” Relaxed against the bookshelves, and gazing into his eyes, she was amused that he would use danger as an excuse to have control. “You don’t wish to make Valamar angry, he is quite powerful.” She chuckled. “Ah blackmail, why would he care? You merely wish to blackmail me into submission.” His dark eyes dropped to her exposed breast. “I’m willing to sink to any low, if you will be submissive to me.” Leaning forward, he nuzzled her neck. Moaning, she rolled her head to give him easy access. His mouth felt delicious. Closing her eyes she countered his challenge. “I don’t believe I am willing to be blackmailed.” “Shame. Then our game is over for the night. You must find another to be your victim.” He licked up her neck, and stepped back, gazing at her breasts with longing, he licked his lips. Pleased with his game, and equally amusing repartee, she chuckled. “I might be willing, if we leave the blackmail behind.” He flashed a smile. “I was hoping you would change your mind.” Licking her lips, she couldn’t deny that she loved having him looking at her intimately, or that she was aroused. Panting softly, between her lips, she didn’t complain when he lower the other sleeve down her arm. Her arms pinned to her sides, he leaned forward and kissed her gently. Running the tip of her tongue over her lips, she ran along the seam of his mouth requesting a full kiss. Withdrawing, he gazed down at her naked breasts and licked his lip. He was drawing out every moment, taking complete pleasure in the seduction of a new conquest. Somehow, she knew he was going to pleasure her body more than she had ever been. Her breasts heaving from her excited breaths, he held his fingers still before her, and allowed her nipples to caress his fingertip. “Please.” Gasping, she longed for him to increase his speed. He could lift her skirt and take her now, and she would be delighted. Showing mercy, he plucked her soft nipples and made them hard with excitement. Sizzling streaks of pleasure flowed from her breasts to her crotch. 11

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“My name is Toni.” She was more than willing to be seduced by this handsome man. “I need a night of exquisite pleasure.” “I’m Altos.” Pulling away, he puffed soft breathed between parted lips. Cupping her jaw, his thumb caressed the edge of her lips. “So beautiful. With a body that is too lovely to be concealed. It is bursting from your blouse. It is a hungry body I think.” His warm breaths caressed her cheeks and his dark eyes seemed to be drinking in every feature of her face. He made her feels as though her beauty was too entrancing to resist. When he lowered his head the warm puffs teased her erect nipple. Gasping softly, her gaze met the hypnotic gaze that was lifted to her face. He seemed to be conveying his thoughts of desire and possessiveness to her. Cupping the round globes of her breasts, he squeezed them gently, causing the nipples to protrude between his thumb and index finger. “Are you willing to be suckled by me?” He was acting as if she were the most precious of gifts. “You are asking?” “I ask, I demand, it‘s the same tonight. I want to enslave you to my lust. If you say no, I stop.” Stepping back, he gazed at her exposed nipples, while opening the buttons of his shirt. The material parted, revealing dark hair curling on his chest. Leaning forward to press against her breasts, he finally plundered her mouth. He tasted of the wine, and a delicious aroma surrounded him that made her mouth water with a desire to taste more of him. Moaning from satisfaction, she caressed his soft tongue with hers. She felt his hand on her thigh, and then it was sliding up beneath her skirt. His fingers grasped the thin side of her panties. Sliding his mouth down, he licked her nipples, while bending and removing her panties from her feet. She saw him reach around her and tuck the panties on top of the books. Recalling that his body was no longer concealing her naked breasts, she flashed a glance across the room. The chamber was empty. Sighing from delight over what his mouth was doing to her breast, and relief that they were alone relaxed her muscles. Closing her eyes, she held his head to her breast, stroking her fingertips through his hair. His fingers grazed up her legs to her naked labia. His groan of approval was ample reward for her embarrassment over being discovered with a shaved pussy. His fingertips spread her labia wide, while his opposite 12

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hand tugged her skirt up, revealing her buttocks to the cool leathers of the books behind her. Rolling her head, her eyes popped open. Her view was across the room. Her breath stopped. There were three older men sitting on the settee watching them. Dressed in black, they had long dark hair falling to their shoulders, gaunt looking faces with expectant expressions and black eyes. A shiver of revulsion shook her body. Pushing at Altos head, she tugged to get her skirt down. Slapping him away, he gazed up at her as though she were insane. “What?” “They are watching us.” She nodded in the direction of the settee. The men were gone. Turning in the direction of the room, he twisted and glanced toward the doors. “Who?” he queried in a confused timber. “There were three older men sitting on that settee watching us.” Turning back to the settee. “Where? I see no one.” “I could have sworn.” “Are you drunk? I didn’t think you had drank that much. Am I mistaken in thinking that you are sober enough to make decisions?” “I’m not drunk. I know what I’m doing. I must have just imagined them.” Rising, he tugged her blouse up and concealed her breasts. “Come, I have a better location than this in mind.” “You think I was feeling exposed, and imagined it don’t you?” She tugged down her skirt and smoothed it over her hips. “Perhaps.” Taking her hand, he led her from the room. His shirt hanging open and free from his black dress slacks. In the hall, he slipped his arm around her waist and held her against his side. “In case you are imagining things, I would like to find an area where you cannot harm us.” “I don’t think I was imagining things. And, I am not drunk.” They crossed a room filled with people; a few couples were in silly costumes. Some glanced in their direction, but none seemed to find them interesting. “Did you take your drink from the table?” “Yes, why do you ask?” Frowning, she stepped through the French door onto the patio. 13

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“It is possible someone put something in the drink.” “Oh, but I don’t feel odd.” Crossing the patio, they descended three steps to the back lawn. Turning her, he guided her across the lawn along the back of the house. “Good, then that leaves sleep. You must have dozed.” “I hardly think I was that relaxed.” “It doesn’t matter. We will have our fun. Unless you have changed your mind?” They turned a corner of the house and continued walking across the lawn. Her heels sinking into the soft grass slowed their pace. He was almost a head taller than her five and a half feet. “I haven’t changed my mind. Where are we going?” Feeling curious she glanced across the lawn, and spotted a garage, and a high hedge that bordered the enclosed garden area. In the opposite direction was the parking at the side of the house. The mansion had a large courtyard where the cars were parked. “There is an old graveyard at the back of the property.” “How morbid. You don’t expect me to ah…on a gravestone?” She thought of the slabs of cold stone and shuddered. “No, I wouldn’t insult you, or them in such a manner. I have what I think will be an exciting idea. You do know the iron gates surrounding the graveyard?” “Certainly.” Dragging her steps, she slowed their progress. “Why?” “Well, I saw a couple once that had sex against the iron bars.” Glancing down at her, he gently squeezed her side. “You cannot be serious!” Iron bars? What does this guy have in mind? “Come on, think adventure. I know you are not afraid of an empty graveyard.” Smiling, he leaned over and nuzzled her neck. **** Instantly her body responded to his touch. Her flesh purring with sensual reaction was waiting for his next touch. Even after all that had happened since he had last kissed her, she was still aroused by Altos. “Well no.” She wasn’t afraid of a graveyard normally, but he was a stranger. All she knew was a name and even it could be false. Turning to him, she quickly scanned up his body, what a gorgeous body. He looked great in black, his stomach was flat and the bulge in the crotch of his pants revealed his desire to slide that cock inside her sheath. 14

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Her decision made, she stepped forward. “I just don’t understand how we are going to enjoy being against cold bars.” “You must trust me to ensure that you receive full pleasure.” “All right, I place myself in your experienced hands. As long as you promise we will have exquisite sex.” Chuckling, he guided her around an outcrop of tree. The full moon cast a silver glow of light over the graveyard. The black iron bars of the fence were edged with the silvery reflected light. Altos dropped his hand from her waist and captured her hand. Tugging, as though he was suddenly anxious to reach their destination, he pulled her toward the high fence. The bars had to be at least eight feet in height, with cross bars that ran along the top and bottom. “Over here. See.” Pointing to a section of the fence, he pulled her forward. She didn’t see what made this particular section of fence preferable, other than it being in the middle of the open area and well lighted by the moon. No one from the house would be able to see them, unless they had night vision. Then as they drew closer, she noticed the strips of material dangling from the bars. Reaching out, Altos grasped the material, and then lifted her arm toward it. “What are you doing?” “I am going to strap you to this fence. If you imagine anything else you will not be able to attack me over it,” he teased. “Very funny.” Wryly she mocked. “All right, I admit it could have been my subconscious, because I was feeling uncomfortable about our location.” There was a possibility that it had been her subconscious warning her that she was in an exposed location for what she had been partaking in. She wasn’t a total prude, but she wasn’t an exhibitionist either. The idea of someone watching, while she made love, wasn’t her idea of exciting. What woman hadn’t fantasized about being mastered or exposed at some time? That didn’t mean the average woman wanted the fantasy to come true, and Toni considered herself to be very average. Glancing at her with an amused expression, Altos released her hand and reached for her blouse. Tugging the top beneath her breasts, he had her remove her arms from the sleeves. “This way you will be able to retrieve your clothing quickly should anyone disturb us.” Looping the material around her wrist, he tied her loosely to the bar. Amused, she allowed her arms to go limp, while he tied her wrists to the bars. The 15

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material slid up and down the bar, allowing her some movement. Lifting her skirt to her waist, he folded it inside out and upon itself, as he tugged it up her torso to her stomach. “I would rather have you nude. But this time we will leave them on. Next time I want you nude. Are you comfortable with this?” Nodding, she smiled, “I am enjoying the novelty of this experience.” “That’s my little vamp.” A frown wrinkled her brow, she didn’t know if she liked being called a vamp. It could be meant as an insult. He smoothed her brow with a gentle kiss. “It was a compliment,” he assured her in a soft murmur. His deep timber was so seductive her sex clinched with longing. She felt foolish, being tied to a fence out in the open field before a graveyard. The air smelled of lilacs, she glanced over the surrounding gravestones and saw the shadowed flowers in the vases. “Not a rose in sight.” “I beg your pardon?” Positioning her foot close to an iron bar, he began tying the soft material around her ankle. “I was just commenting that there are no roses in the graveyard. Don’t you find that odd?” “Not in the least. Most of the people in this area are Valamar’s family. They hate roses.” “The whole family hates roses, as in genetic?” Dryly she mocked. “They own a rose farm, after smelling them all of their life, they grew to hate their scent.” Rising before her, he stood tall and dashing, his shirt still handing open. “Oh, sorry. Where is his farm located?” “Shush.” He placed a finger over her mouth. “Tonight is All Hallows Eve. It is a magical night for being thrilled, and startled by shocking revelations.” “Oh, I had forgotten.” “Liar,” softly he teased. “The costumed guests were a constant reminder.” Leaning forward he kissed her gently, his soft cool lips stroking across her mouth. He tasted of the sweet nectar. Licking her lips, when he pulled away, she swept her gaze over his handsome features. Staring into her eyes, he cupped her breast and thumbed her nipple, which quickly hardened. “I can give you pleasure beyond your wildest dreams.” His hand touching her stomach was sliding down the supple flesh to the soft skin of her mound. 16

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“Um, you already are.” Rolling her head against the bars, she watched him through heavy eyelids. “I want to be your lover, mate and master, sweetheart.” “Um, that sounds like a long time.” “Yes, years.” “So, when I am old you will cast me aside.” “You will never grow old. You will mature like the best wine.” He nibbled at her lips, and slipped his hand over her mound, and cupped her sex. Breathing heavily, she had never been so intensely aware of her body, or of another touching her. Thrilling sensations throbbed through her pelvis, and met the electric shocks shooting from her nipple into her womb. Claiming her mouth, he plundered with a hot tongue, taking her breath away. His finger slid over her clit, rubbing it hard and sending her spiraling into carnal ecstasy. His hand falling from her breast, she could feel him working between their bodies, and then she heard the zipper slide. That distinct sound sent a shiver of expectation racing through her body. His arm sliding around her waist he lifted her, and positioned his cock at her opening. Relaxing the tension of the arm around her waist, he lowered her onto his shaft. His arms were more powerful than she had imagined possible. She felt stretched and full; her pelvis was rocking of its own accord. Her mind had stopped and her body had taken over. She moved from instinct, grinding her clitoris against his hairy pelvis and scrotum. His hard shaft was a solid spear inside her, holding her in place. It was a heavenly sensations mixed with the hell of wanting. It was frustrating being unable to grasp him and feel him beneath her hand. It was disappointment that she couldn’t help with the sexual movements. “Release me, so I can move,” she begged. Holding her hips, he lifted her, and began pumping his pelvis, thrusting his engorged erection into her until he hit her womb, and then removing it until she feared he would leave her body completely. Moving slowly, he held her face before his, gazing deeply into her eyes. The glint caused by the moonlight in his eyes making it possible for her to see his dark gaze. It was the most intimate thing anyone had ever done, while making love with her. It was as though he was making certain that she knew who was making her feel these wonderful emotions and sensations. “I want you to be mine, completely, my love slave.” 17

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Panting heavily, she moaned, “I believe I already am.” He smiled, light glinting off the edge of his teeth from the moonlight. The side of his mouth lifting, revealed a long incisor, it almost looked like vampire fangs. “Oh God!” His smile widened, as he lowered his head to her neck. “Yes sweetheart, I am your god for all eternity.” She tried to lower her head to prevent him access to her neck, but her head wouldn’t move. At that moment her body shattered in a mind-exploding climax. A sharp pain lanced through her neck. She collapsed on his hard shaft unable to move. Lifting his head he was licking the wet liquid from his lips. “Delicious.” Stunned, she stared at him. “You will forget this. All you will remember is the sex. Tomorrow night you will drink a glass of wine, then come to the house for a date.” He smiled. “A very carnal date, so be aroused and anxious to be fucked.” He kissed her deeply, then untied her hands and bent down and untied her ankles. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he carried her impaled on his rock hard shaft into the graveyard. “I think we should have a long courtship before I make you my bride.” “Yes,” Feeling limp from the climax she replied, laying her head against his neck. She nuzzled against him, and closed heavy eyelids that refused to stay open. “I am so thrilled that I met you. Will you meet me tomorrow night for dinner? I will prepare it and we shall have a private evening here at the house.” Feeling as though she were waking from a short nap, she yawned, opening heavy eyelid. “Yes, I would like that.” Leaning back, he took her chin between his thumb and fingers, and while gazing deep into her eyes he planted a kiss upon her lips. “Are you ready to ride me, sweetheart?” “Yes,” Suddenly she felt very aroused and aware of the hard cock still buried inside her body. He sat on a bench in the graveyard, her legs on either side of him. Holding his shoulders, she frog bounced on his cock, while her muscles clinched around his shaft and he licked on her neck. His teeth scratching gently over sensitive flesh, then he licked, soothing the abrasion. It was a very sensual licking that felt loving, as though he could not get enough of the taste of her. They both shattering from a climax, he keened like an 18

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animal arching his back, while she lay on his shoulder and moaned, and melted into butter. She felt so weak that he helped her dress, while she sat on his lap. “I do believe you are exhausted, shall I escort you home and put you to bed?” “Would I get any sleep if you did?” “Probably not.” Wickedly, he smiled. Lying against his shoulder, she sighed. “I don’t have the strength to walk to my car. Let’s remain here for a few minutes while I rest.” “Anything you wish.” Lifting her from his body, he sat her on the bench at his side. “I would still like to escort you home.” “I would like that too.” Placing an arm around her shoulder, he turned her face toward him and kissed her gently, and then he leaned down and licked her neck. She giggled. “That is starting to tickle.” “Good.” Sliding his arm from around her, he stood and held his hand out to her. “Shall we go?” Smiling, she placed her hand on his palm. “Are you growing anxious again?” she teased. Tugging her to her feet, he smiled. “Come on slave.” Chuckling, she hugged against his side, strolling toward the house. She felt close to him. It was as if they had truly bonded, and formed an emotional as well as a physical connection. “I don’t think I would make a very good slave. I would be rebellious.” “That is part of the fun, being punished. Some people receive great pleasure from being submissive to their lover. It isn’t the same as slavery. In submission, you give your care and trust over to another, secure that they will take care of all of your needs.” “And you want me to be this submissive person so you can order me around?” “No darling, not at all. I thought perhaps I could be your slave for a while, and you could order me around.” Entering the parking area, Toni indicated which care was hers. Altos assisted her into the passenger seat, insisting that he would drive her home. Once seated, he reached inside the car and buckled her seat belt, before slamming the door and circling the car. Once inside and buckled in, he drove toward town. “This would be much easier, if you would tell me which house is yours.” 19

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“Oh, I’m sorry. Turn on Strand, the second street. My house is the fifth on the left.” “What made you decide to own a bar?” He drove the car at a steady speed that didn’t sling her around on the curves. “I didn’t. I inherited it from my uncle. He didn’t have any children, and his wife passed several years before him,” she explained. “How long have you had the bar?” “A couple of years.” “Yet, you have never come to any of the parties at the mansion before tonight.” “No, this was my first visit. I had to work hard to get the bar back on its feet. My uncle had a drinking problem, and had gone into deep debt before his death. The few nights I have taken off during this pass couple of years I was so exhausted, all I wanted to do was rest.” “It doesn’t sound like you have had much of a social life.” “No, I haven’t had time.” “That is going to change,” he said with confidence. “Don’t worry, I am not going to interfere with your business. We can see each other after you get off on the nights you need to work. I am a night person too.” “I am usually worn out when I get off.” “Most people are, but they still manage to go on dates.” “But at one in the morning? Don’t you think it’s a little strange to go on a date at that time of night? Not to mention that the only thing open is the theater on Friday and Saturday nights for the late show. It doesn’t give one much of a choice.” “You are overlooking many options. Star gazing. Moonlight walks. Candlelight dinners. Cuddling on the porch swing. Making love, to name a few.” “You have a good imagination. I suppose I could broaden my choices.” “I’m glad we think alike.” They approached her house. “It is the next driveway,” she warned. Nodding, he slowed as they approached the mailbox beside the driveway. Shortly the car was stopping before her narrow two-story Victorian house. The light was shining brightly across the wrap around porch. “Wait right there,” Altos ordered, as he swung the car door open. Hurrying around the car, he opened the door for her departure, and held out his hand to assist. She 20

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had opened the dash-box to remove her wallet while he was circling the car. Closing the dash-box, she clutched her wallet and stepped from the vehicle. Strolling by his side, they crossed to the steps and ascended to the porch. Altos circled her waist and drew her to the porch swing. “Let’s sit here for a spell.” Shrugging, she allowed him to guide her to the porch swing at the corner of the house. Sitting at her side, he patted his lap. “Sit here darling.” Moving to his lap, she stretched her legs across the swing. Leaning against his strong chest, she put her arms around his muscular shoulders. “Kiss me darling,” he whispered. “When did I become a darling?” she pleasantly queried. “Umm, sometime tonight before we left the mansion.” Leaning down she kissed him. His body shifted, and then she was cradled against his chest, his spread thighs forming a perfect fit for her buttocks. His hand caressed her inner thighs, parting them as he moved up her leg. He kissed her deeply, with passion. She had believed him as sated as she, and that he had been teasing when he said he wanted to love her through the night. Now she had a feeling that he had more stamina that the average man. When his hand stroked her naked labia, she remembered the panties she had left in the library at the mansion. He nudged against her thigh to encourage her to spread her legs. Shifting her feet, she spread her legs to give him access to her female core. Stroking her sex with his finger, she felt the slight coarseness of their texture against the crease of her labia. Spreading her lips, he stroked her clit with his thumb, thrusting a finger inside her sheath; he pushed in hard, and then pulled out. “You are so wet,” he spoke against her mouth. “Is all that sweet juice for me?” His dark eyes gazed deeply into hers. They were almost hypnotic in their beauty. “You know it is.” “Here or inside?” “I know it is late, and most people in this town are asleep. However, the porch light is on.” “Inside then.” Sliding his hands under her, he rose from the swing and strode to the door as though she weighed no more than a bag of groceries. He held her before the door, while she unlocked and swung it open. Strolling inside, he kicked the door closed, and then placed her on the floor on her buttocks, and followed her down. Sliding 21

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between her legs, he pushed her skirt up and burrowed his mouth against her labia. He licked and suckled her, while delicious pulses in her sheath demanded his entrance. He teased and tempted her body with loving caresses, until she was a quiver bag of bones. Standing, he lifted her and carried her up the stairs without benefit of light. Following her breathless directions, he carried her into the bedchamber, while she cuddled against his chest. Laying her gently upon the bed, he lay beside her. Amongst kissing and urgent caresses, they undressed. When he entered her body, it was as though she had never felt him before. The sensations were as intense as the first time. He loved her hard, pulled away, and turned her onto her stomach. Lifting her hips he positioned her onto her knees. He thrust into her hard, holding her hips; he banged against her buttocks with his pelvis while his hard shaft stroked the inner muscles of her vagina. She held on tight to the mattress edge to prevent being knocked off the bed. It was exciting, that someone could become so impassioned by her that he would pound her hard, as though in uncontrollable passion. His lust inflamed her desires. Groaning, she listened to his flesh slapping against her sex. Her juices made a slick popping sound, as he broke the suction her body formed around his hard shaft. “Oh darling, I am going to make love to you until you are too exhausted to move.” “I am already…too exhausted…to move...” Her voice broke when his pelvis banged into her sex. Her body rocked from the hard thrusts. Grasping her shoulders, he held her in place to prevent her body rocking forward while he pounded hard and firm and cried out with his climax. While she had loved his passion and desire for her body, she hadn’t climaxed before he had reached his release. Tears of frustration formed in her eyes. Falling over her back, he kissed her shoulder. Breathing heavily he pushed off her body and rolled onto the bed. “Give me a few minutes. Then we will go again. I know you didn’t cum, but don’t fret, you will soon.” **** He was as good as his word, and better. She climaxed three more times before cuddling into his arms; her buttocks cupped against his pelvis, and fell asleep. She felt him against her in her sleep, solid and warm.

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When she awoke in the daylight, she felt as though she had blossomed into the most beautiful woman in the world. Her body was so aware that she felt each spot on her body that her sheet brushed. Sighing, she rolled onto her back to awake her lover. When she didn’t find him, she rose up on an elbow and gazed at the bathroom door. The door was open; she would have been able to see any movement inside. Had he gone without a word? Tossing the sheet aside, she rose from the bed. Snatching her robe in passing, she shrugged into it as she hurried across the landing and down the stairs. The spot where he had loved her on the floor looked as it normally did. But she didn’t feel as she normally did. “Altos!” she called. The silence was almost oppressive. Sinking onto the steps, she placed her chin on her knees. He was gone, and she hadn’t even learned his last name. Then she remembered they had a date that night, and her spirits soared. Dancing up the stairs and then across the landing, she felt like she was float on wings. This guy, whomever he was, and he was a lot of it, was one hell of a lover with a wonderful cock that had been made just for her. If pleasure in sex was anything to judge by, she was in Love with a capital L. Grinning widely, she leapt into the air, and giggled as she fell onto the mattress and rolled with his pillow clasped to her chest. Eventually, the call of duty forced her from the bed. Shoving from the mattress, she went into the small master bath and took a hot shower. Leaving the shower she saw that the steam against the bathroom mirror had made the writing on the mirror become visible. I’m going to make you mine. A. Hugging herself from delight, she returned to her bedroom. Grabbing her camera off the dresser, she raced back to the bathroom and snapped off several pictures from several angles. She wouldn’t clean the message away immediately. First she wanted to make certain a clear shot developed. She would take the film and have it developed today. She definitely wanted to have a memento from this wonderful man. Returning to the bedroom, she removed the film and then tossed the camera onto the bed. Fisting the film she tried to remember where she had left her wallet. She remembered taking it from the dash-box. Then she promptly forgot about it. Frowning, she dressed. Moving to the mirror to check her image, she noticed the wild looking 23

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passion mark he had left on her neck. He must have scratched her neck more than she realized when he had been nibbling on her neck last night. Humming happily, she bounced down the steps and strolled to the kitchen to fetch a cup of coffee. The automatic timer would have made the pot over an hour ago. A scrap of notepaper was lying on the table. Grinning, she lifted it to read. Don’t forget me, tonight when you leave work. Take time to prepare, I’m up all night (as you found out last night) Altos. The double meaning wasn’t lost on her, and she chuckled. “Yes, you are.” Pouring a cup of coffee she returned to the front room, sipping it slowly, to look for her wayward wallet. The first place she looked was the entrance hallway where he had loved her after they’d entered the house; she scanned every corner and nook it could have slid into. She searched the tables, where upon spotting it lying on the floor, Altos might have lifted and placed it. She even checked the chairs to see if he had carelessly tossed it into one. But there was no sign of the wallet. Then she remembered him holding her hand and tugged her toward the porch swing. “Surely, I didn’t leave my wallet outside on the porch all night.” Anyone could have stolen it; she couldn’t have been that foolish. Opening the door, she stepped onto the porch, tightness in her chest from sudden anxiety squeezing her lungs. Biting her bottom lips she advanced toward the swing. From her location she didn’t see it. Then she looked on the floor behind the swing. There against the rail, in a spot that would not be seen unless one was looking for it, lay her wallet. Heart soaring, the tension released her lung and her spirit was once again in the cloud. Tonight. Tonight I am going to see Altos. Silently, she sang as she lifted her wallet and strolled to the steps, then down, and along the walk to her vehicle. It occurred to her that Altos hadn’t had a car. “He called a cab.” Which meant that everyone in their small town that was interested in gossip, would know by now, that Altos had spent the night at her house. She couldn’t see the mansion on the rise from her home, but she could as she passed through town on the way to the bar. She hadn’t wanted to know information about the people living in the manor house before now. Now, she was dying to learn everything there was to know. Stopping at the local photography studio, she asked for her film to be developed right away and delivered to the bar. 24

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It took her only a short time to learn that there was very little that was known about the gentlemen living in the manor. Altos and Valamar had been living in the mansion for the past year. They were accustomed to nights in the city and prowled at night and slept the daylight hours away. Toni could inform them what the gentlemen apparently did with their nights, but she wasn’t one to talk of such things, especially with gossips. The strange thing was that no one seemed to know about her overnight guest. Altos had somehow managed to keep their night together secret. Come to think of it, if he and Valamar had been making rounds with the ladies over the past year, why haven’t I heard any gossip about their prowess in the bedroom? To be honest, now that her emotions were wrapped so securely around Altos, Toni was heartily glad she hadn’t heard of him making other women of the town sing with joy as she was doing this morning. She, who was never bothered by jealous, felt certain that this time she would have been jealous. Her buttocks swinging with pleasure, she left the bar early that night, aroused and anxious to be in Altos’ arms again. To be Continued...

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Author Bio

Belita writes romance, erotica romance, and has written comic short stories. She lives in GA with her Family. When she isn't writing she is promoting her work or spending time with her family. She is also a relative of actor Buster Keaton, to learn more about Belita Renn visit her website.

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