The Vampire Queen's servant

((Closed for myself and Ladythunder))

The Powerplant nightclub had a neon lights lined ceiling red and blue, Laser strobe lights. That glass balls from Middle School science classes with purple streaks of electricity that if one touched made their hair stand on end. Two big tesla coils with ropes of electricity climbing up the gap between them. But most of all it had speakers and loud, loud music. Music-if you call the bass pounding techno nonsense such a merciful label.

Mark Everett sat at the bar and looked down into the half-empty bottle of beer in his hand. This had not been a good year for him. He was a photographer for wildlife magazine. If you hadn't heard of it-you'd be one of the 99% of people worldwide in that category. The problem was in the publisher, not the content. Wildlife was a magazine that had embraced the adventuring lifestyle, a lifestyle Mark usually exemplified, but unfortunately the magazine folded and it seemed he was the greatest casualty, he had no idea why he had been blacklisted but for the past year he had been taking the occasional job shooting weddings or highschool proms.

But that was only the first of the little surprises of the year. His wife Clairice had sued for divorce and won total custody of their newborn daughter last week. It was hard to demonstrate how good of a father he could be when he was currently unemployed and the last job he had entailed taking pictures as he jumped out of a barrell rolling plane or other seemingly insane activiities.

And the worst was he was in a funk-a total depressed for months funk. Mark was not the funkish type. He was the type to go into the most drug-growing jungles of Southeast Asia armed with only a camera and a swiss army knife...that was what he needed...risk...danger...yeah...something that made him feel alive again.

That was who he was, eversince he was six and all his classmates and teacher were huddled under their desks trying not piss in their pants. He had been at the window staring in wonder at the black twisting column of the tornado as it passed through town. He had been fascinated by dangerous things and activities ever since.

Maybe he should hit up his buddy Eric (who'd Mark had been crashing with since Clairice had taken the apartment) for a bungie jumping trip or spelunking or rodeo lessons or something anything risky.

Eric wouldn't of course. He was in the 99% of people that thought Mark was certifiable, but they'd been buddies ever since college. So they were the odd couple. Eric would laugh at his proposed bungie adventure as suicidal nonsense. He'd pat Mark on the back saying: "All you need buddy is to get laid, and laid by a fine hottie." Ofcourse Eric was the type to think that being laid by a fine lady could solve any and all of the ills of men. The male version of duct tape and bailing wire were a willing woman's breasts and ass according to Eric.

So here Mark was waiting for, he looked at his watch, an hour and a half now, waiting for Eric to show up so they could begin the search for said fine hottie to get laid by and fix the funk he was in. But how could he do that without his wingman, his compadre, his buddy, his pal...if he aint in the emergency room I'll kill him, Eric.

He looked over the candidates dancing out on the dance floor. Most of the girls in the Powerplant were college age. Just the thought of hitting on them made him feel like some cradle-robbing bastard even though he was actually only a few years older than most of them.

Then he saw a woman cross his vision walking over to the table area of the danceclub. When she started to sway her hips to the beat that dress (if something so tissue thin and revealing without showing skin could be called an actual dress-fabric based burlesque show might be a more appropriate name.) moved with her curves perfectly. Mark felt a stirring in groin just watching her take a chair and he wasn't the only one either. Every fratboy, playa, and pretty much any creature with a healthy sex drive followed her mesmerized by each movement she took.

Mark didn't think she was the type to be oblivious to the attention she was receiving. she didn't seem to him to be the type to need it to thrive-not brazen, not vulgar-just am. Rather she reminded him of a female tiger he had gotten nose to camera lens with once (the one that had left him with three long scars down his back). She was definately a predator-not a sociopath (atleast he didn't think so) but definately had that air of danger around her-the aura of a tigress.

That tense sense of danger hung in the air thickly around her, no one was immune to it. Those at the tables near her quickly found something urgent elsewhere to be like sheep scattering from a wolf amongst them. He could see one group of fratboys casting wanting eyes over to them before turning back to swallow their beers and looking over to her then back for another shot of liquid courage.

Mark didn't need a liquidized form of courage he was born with an inexhaustible supply. People said he completely lacked a healthy sense of fear. They also said he was a glutton for punishment. He wasn't certain he believed that, but one thing was certain one way or the other tonight with this woman he was going to find out. He'd either receive yet another funk-maker disaster in the worst year of his life, or get lucky with the most dangerously attractive woman he'd ever seen. This was risk, this was living.

He crossed over the fratboys casting looks that said in no uncertain terms: "You Brave Bastard!" He came up to her sitting at her table and nodded to her saying confidently, "Hi, name's Mark Everett, can I get you a drink?"

Kailee Van Meade. Even her name as slightly over the top. Old world, sophisticated, it made her stand out even more than her startling looks. She looked good at the best of times, but when she put her mind to it she became drop dead gorgeous. She wasn’t the tallest, only 5’6, but she had waist length black hair that seemed almost alive when she moved. It tended to swirl around her at the best of times, and when she chose to dance, it danced too.

Her blue eyes lifted to the mirror in her open concept ensuite, the marble floors, the plush carpet not something she focussed on. No, her attention lit instead on the king sized bed that took up so much of the rest of the room. What use was that bed if only she slept in it? The last one she’d had there for more than a night was Peter. But that had been some time before. He’d died, old before he was ready to be old. He’d been faithful to her right to the end too, in fact she’d often thought he’d loved her. But like the candle, his light had faded.

Since his passing, she’d had many. Faceless bodies that strained to do her bidding as she had taken what she wanted from them and sent them on their way. The low ache in the pit of her stomach just reminded her of the fact one of those faceless men needed to come see her again soon! Maybe it was time to go out again. She knew even looking like she was in her early thirties, she could land prey. Maybe a man, someone in his late thirties, early forties, one who might have an idea how to satisfy her. What was a meal without a decent lay in the bargain?

Turning from the mirror finally Kailee went to her closet, opening the door and staring at the multitude of clothes inside. She went past the leathers immediately, then past anything with pants. She was impatient tonight and wanted to wear something that was classy, but also sure to attract the interest of whoever she chose to take in. She finally settled on a thin silk dress, one that rode high on her thighs, revealing a long expanse of silky smooth, milky white skin. Skin so pale it seemed almost translucent but unlike certain videos that had come out recently she was in no way sparkly.

She seemed to exude a mix of dangerous sex appeal, something that was as natural to her as breathing. Collecting her small purse she left the house, climbing into the midnight coloured BMW M1. It purred from the drive, the powerful engine only a quiet purr in the darkened street. She lived in a quiet area, filled with rich, affluent people who cared more for their possessions than their neighbours so her privacy was almost total, just the way she liked it.

Arriving at the club she frequented when she searched for a treat like on a night like then, she passed her keys to the valet and made her way inside, the thin straps of her heels preventing the shoes from making that annoying slapping noise as she walked. Therefore her tread was almost soundless as she made her way in the club, her senses blasted my the noise, the lights, and the smells of lust and sweat. Under all that though she could hear the other noise. The thud, the pounding of it multiplied by a hundred. Her mouth watered in sympathetic response.

She made her way unerringly for the seating area, only the dance floor seemed a better place to be noticed, but she wasn‘t ready to dance, not just yet. She also noted with amusement that a path opened for her as she made her way through the room and that she had space to herself in the crowded area. She was more dangerous than usual that night, having waited a long time before coming. Her family had expected her to take another companion after Peter, but she hadn’t been ready. She might not have loved him, but his passing had hurt her. She wasn’t ready for that sort of pain again.

Kailee could feel eyes on her as she moved, other than those of the punk kids that were trying to work up the liquid courage to approach her. It was ever the same. She knew she would only have to be patient and one would come. They always did, drawn to the dark flame that she was. One would come and she would take him, exchanging a night he would never forget for a little of what she craved; it was a fair trade off.

The song ended and she looked up, listening to the laughter and feeling far apart from it. It was the petty natures of humanity that annoyed her most some days… She turned then, and there he was. Just like that. She hadn’t even heard him come up to her. Her crystalline eyes gazed at him and she smiled, taking his looks in. he was no callow youth, but someone who had seen many things they likely wished they hadn’t. She had an irrational urge to tell him it would be alright and almost laughed at herself.

"Hi, name's Mark Everett, can I get you a drink?"

“Kailee Van Meade, I’d love a screwdriver since you were kind enough to offer thanks. Get one for yourself or whatever you’re drinking, you can join me if you like!” She smiled at him, friendly enough as she started the game. Her gums itched a little, making her feel like pinning him to the table his back arched over it as she pierced his shoulder and took what she wanted. If it was only that simple. It could have been, but what was a meal without a good fuck?

She waited until he came back to her, accepting the drink he offered her wit a smile, letting the long cool lengths of her fingertips linger against the back of his hand. She could flirt with the best, after all how long had she done it? Her eyes smiled at him as she lifted the glass to her lips and took a drink. Contrary to lore she could put other things in her stomach, though it did nothing for her and solid food made her feel sick. Alcohol was one of those things that was enjoyable though but it took an awful lot to get to feel a buzz from it. She got her kicks in other ways.

She looked over at him and asked, “So you don’t totally look like the clubbing type, what brings you here tonight? No offence, but you look a bit bored of the hustle in here tonight!” Idly she trolled her hook, waiting to see what sort he was, and how he might take her bait, or if he would at all.

IC: Mark Everett

"Hi, name's Mark Everett, can I get you a drink?"

“Kailee Van Meade," She said eyes sizing him up like a butcher considering the quality of a peice of meat for a gourmet meal.

He let her, only fair since he'd done the same to her. He was tall and mucsular, the muscles of someone who worked out not from the need to express his vanity, but from actually enjoying the physical exertion. He wore nothing fancy himself just jeans and and navy blue polo shirt.

"I’d love a screwdriver since you were kind enough to offer thanks. Get one for yourself or whatever you’re drinking, you can join me if you like!”

He nodded, "A screwdriver sounds good to me, two coming right up."

He went to the bar and ordered conscious of her eyes following him again only fair to let her.

He returned a moment later two glasses in hand. One he offered to her. She took it with a smile letting her fingers trail along the back of his hand raising goosebumps up his arm.

“So you don’t totally look like the clubbing type, what brings you here tonight?”

"I was in a real funk lately, moping around, Kailee," Mark told her deciding to give her the whole truth. If she didn't like it, well that was a risk, and what was so thrilling about it, "My buddy who stood me up tonight thought I should go out and meet a fine woman to get laid to knock me out of the funk."

"No offence, but you look a bit bored of the hustle in here tonight."

"Yeah its not really my scene, my buddy, Eric, who again hasn't shown up, chose it." He said glancing about at the young men and women gyrating about on the dancefloor like an actual curent of electricity was passing through their bodies. "Care for a dance, babe?"

"I was in a real funk lately, moping around, Kailee," Mark told her deciding to give her the whole truth. If she didn't like it, well that was a risk, and what was so thrilling about it, "My buddy who stood me up tonight thought I should go out and meet a fine woman to get laid to knock me out of the funk."

Kailee’s eyebrows lifted fractionally at his statement. Most wouldn’t be so bold as to put themselves out there like that. They would attempt to cloak their lusts with pretty words and innuendos. This man was already different and the predator in her nature reared, sniffing eagerly. The fact she would give him what he wanted seemed inevitable, it was a matter of when and whether he might like it when she did.

She liked the fact he seemed to be after the same no strings coupling that she was. Her eyes didn’t flinch from his as she smiled at his statement. But she also let it pass without comment. Now was not the time, he was nibbling, she wanted him to take the bait before she set the hook. Finally she murmured noncommittally that his friends idea was an interesting one at least. It didn’t signify acceptance or rejection, but hinted at the possibilities.

"Care for a dance, babe?"

She smiled at that, for she loved to dance. She slid gracefully off her chair and took his hand, leading the way toward the floor. A simple look at the dancers on the crowded floor and they had a space to themselves, though it was relatively small. As the music pulsed she found herself touching him more and more. It wasn’t exactly intentional, but not unwelcome either as she let go for a short time. Her hair danced as her body moved , slipping around him on the floor, her hand touched his side as she passed, her breast touched his arm. It was the little things, but a spark began to grow between them, a growing tension felt by both.

The song ended and she reached out to touch his arm, indicating an interest in seeing what played next. As if she had ordered it, the tempo of the next song seemed made for dancing, nice and slow, sensual almost. Deliberately she stepped in to him, draping her hand behind his neck, her body moved with his, the silk of her dress providing almost no barrier to her skin as his hand rested against her.

Deliberately she leaned closer, letting her breath touch his neck, teasing it as she asked, just loud enough to hear, “I hope your friend standing you up isn’t too great of an inconvenience, I find I am enjoying your company and would have likely missed out otherwise.”

IC: Mark Everett

"Care for a dance, babe?"

At that they took the stage an opening forming around them. The dance was another of those techno bass-fests, but it could've been polka music and Mark wouldn't have cared. He was entranced by her as she danced with grace and a controlled elegance. Her hair moved and shimmered with every motion she made and she made alot. Her hips swayed, her feet shifted with the instinctive knowledge of balance found in a ballet dancer-no mean feat in those heels. She was made for this.

As they danced her hand brushed his side as she moved around him. Her breast brushed the outside of his arm and stayed just long enough to make him wonder whether it was accidental or intentional.

Then the song was over and another slower one started. He was going to pull her in close to him but found her already stepping right up against him and reached up to curl her hand behind his neck. He could feel her nipples through his shirt and her dress practically etching into his chest as they moved to the slow sexy beat of the music. An erection was forming in his pants and there was no way of hiding it with her body pressed right up against it. “I hope your friend standing you up isn’t too great of an inconvenience, I find I am enjoying your company and would have likely missed out otherwise.”

"Hmm," He blinked, "Oh, Eric, I should probably call him to see what the hell's keeping him," But he shrugged, "But I can do that later on, and I currently am involved in his idea of healing. So I don't think he'll mind too much."

"But I can do that later on, and I currently am involved in his idea of healing. So I don't think he'll mind too much."

She blinked at him. Then she laughed, a low, throaty sound almost designed to wrap around him in a dark, warm hug, while it tickled all his senses at once. She leaned intimately against him, feeling the bulge of his burgeoning erection pressing at her through the thin material of her dress. She knew she had him then. Knew it for a certainty.

Time to reel him in a little. Kailee let her wrist rub directly against his cock as it pressed against his jeans. She smiled at him as her wrist rubbed back and forth tantalizing him. “Oh? And how’s that going for you?” she laughed a little before she stepped back again, the song ending. She was getting hungrier as time passed; proximity to the one she had fixed her sights on had her itchy for it.

She paused just as it seemed she would turn from him and lead the way from the floor and leaned in and let her lips brush across his, the touch cool, yet calculated to entice, to fire his blood. She looked up at him with eyes that seemed to be dark pools in her face, ones that he could fall into. She murmured. “I think I’ve had about enough dancing though. And about enough of this atmosphere. I am calling for my car and heading elsewhere. I’d be pleased if you followed me too. You may ride in my car too if you like, yours will be safe overnight.”

Her gaze challenged him, teased him, dared him to come with her. She could already see his body sprawled across her sheets, as hers rested against him, her hungers assuaged for the moment. With that she turned and walked away, wondering if or more accurately how closely he was following her.

IC: Mark Everett

"But I can do that later on, and I currently am involved in his idea of healing. So I don't think he'll mind too much."

She seemed to laugh, and Mark loved her laugh-low throaty wrapping around him like a warm comforter fresh from the dryer. His appreciation was cut abruptly short when she leant in against him every contour of that luscious body pressed up as intimately as they could be in public.

“Oh? And how’s that going for you,” She asked her hand dipping in the miniscule space between them so her wrist rubbed against the tent she had formed in his pants and not in any manner that could not be even remotely claimed to be innocent.

"I don't know yet," He answered playfully. His hands curling up against the cheeks of her ass and squeezed. He smiled into those dark pools of her eyes before planting a quick kiss against her lips, "But I can't wait to see how it turns out, babe." He winked at her. "You know what I want from you, and I keep getting the message that you want the same thing. So what do you say that we just cut to the chase."

She laughed and as the song ended she stepped back, and then just as Mark thought she was going to turn off she moved back in brushing her lips against his and sending tingles down his spine in the process. Her dark, deep eyes met his. She spoke so her breath washed over his face in a sensual caress, “I think I’ve had about enough dancing though. And about enough of this atmosphere. I am calling for my car and heading elsewhere. I’d be pleased if you followed me too. You may ride in my car too if you like, yours will be safe overnight.”

That was a bit dangerous, afterall he didn't know Kailee, or where she was going to take him, but he'd always been the type to jump into danger than waste time and energy on doing the safe thing. Besides that was part of her allure, that made this woman so irresistable to him tonight.

"Your car, and your place is fine with me Babe." He said following her through the crowd of envious frat boys and out into the parking lot of the nightclub.

As she led the way back to the relative privacy of the parking lot where they would wait for her car to be brought around she thought about the way his hands had slid over her ass. It was a typically masculine gesture, one that had been found acceptable for years, but it annoyed her. Considerably. She decided dealing with that was as good a jumping off spot to approach him with her offer as any.

She wasn’t dumb enough to let him come back to her home unaware of what he was in store for. She knew he thought her human, and expected a quick fuck, maybe even the rest of the night. He definitely didn’t expect the price she would ask. Rather than having him freak and know just where to lead the hunters, it was better to let a snack decide if they minded being that snack before taking them home.

She handed the tag to the valet that scooted off to get her car before she turned to him. Her eyes were dark pools in her face, but behind the darkness was a slight glow. Her eyes never went red like the movies, but behind the clear black of her pupils the fires of rage and hunger flared visibly. Her palm slammed into his chest, pulled carefully so she didn’t break anything, but it still was enough to hurt as she pushed him into the brick wall of the building. Her hand slid up to his throat, squeezing until she felt the thunder of his pulse under her fingers then relaxed fractionally, letting him breathe again.

Her voice was quiet, yet cutting as she growled, “I don’t appreciate being mauled in public like that. I am not a second hand piece of furniture, nor a vegetable to be handled callously, Instead I expect to be treated Carefully, and with respect. It is not your place to attempt to manhandle me without permission.”

Her show of strength already indicated she wasn’t human, but the fact was underscored as she looked at him, her lips slightly parted, the twin spikes that were her incisors as they peeped below her lips. Then she smiled deliberately, letting him see that yes, they were what he thought they were, and yes, they were very, very sharp. She let him go, deliberately stepping back so he might bolt if he wished.

She said to him then, speaking carefully, “I am hungry tonight. It’s why I am out here. And yes, my hungers are just what you think. I propose a deal to you though. I will take you back to my home as originally planned, I will share with you some of the most mind-blowing sex you’ve had in an age. In return, sometime during the night you will let me have a taste. Nothing to much, you won’t feel differently or anything. You won’t be like me, you won’t be a mindless zombie doing my bidding or anything else the movies have tried to portray my kind like. But it’s your choice.”

Behind her, her car pulled up and her dark eyes held his as she accepted her keys and tipped the valet. She walked around the car and lifted her gaze to his again. "Your choice. One night, no strings. Your every statement today has hinted at a devil may care attitude. I wonder if you have the guts to put it on the line when it counts.”

With that she got into the car and the drivers door clicked closed. The engine revved, a hungry growl, and then the passenger door clicked open as a slim pale hand pushed it open a few inches. Then the car sat and hummed softly, a dark predatory beast just like its mistress.

IC: Mark Everett

Mark followed Kailee out into the parking lot of the club. When they reached the valet he came up behind her pulled her up against his raging hard-on again. "Miss me," He joked.

She turned then and looked him in the eye for a moment. Mark's heart stopped looking into those shimmering black pools for their was a light behind them and above all else there was an aura to them like the tornado when he was six or the tigress that he had desperately tried to get that moment of danger, of power, of life. It had been beautiful. He had suffered the tiger's wrath but he had captured that dangerous beauty, but the tiger had nothing on the woman in front of him now. In fact Mark wondered if she was even human at all. Such beauty was almost inhuman.

Her hand rammed into his sternum and brought him hard against the unforgiving brick wall of the club. The force caused him to emit a groan but was abruptly stopped by the same hand seizing his throat and constricting any further sounds from him.

Unlike the tiger her wrath was controlled but just as deadly. “I don’t appreciate being mauled in public like that. I am not a second hand piece of furniture, nor a vegetable to be handled callously, Instead I expect to be treated Carefully, and with respect. It is not your place to attempt to manhandle me without permission.”

Her lips parted into a smile and Mark saw two glistening white fangs-not teeth, not incisors, and Jesus not the fake type from costume shops-not even the realistic looking ones one could get from the dentist. Which meant that she was a-

She let him go stepping back as Mark clutched at where she pressed on his throat. “I am hungry tonight," She told him simply, "It’s why I am out here. And yes, my hungers are just what you think. I propose a deal to you though. I will take you back to my home as originally planned, I will share with you some of the most mind-blowing sex you’ve had in an age."

He looked up at her as she said that to get another glimpse of those fangs again.

"In return, sometime during the night you will let me have a taste. Nothing to much, you won’t feel differently or anything. You won’t be like me, you won’t be a mindless zombie doing my bidding or anything else the movies have tried to portray my kind like. But it’s your choice.”

"My choice," He repeated for her confirmation. The valet returned with her car then completely unaware of what had happened and just what he was handing the car keys to.

"Your choice. One night, no strings. Your every statement today has hinted at a devil may care attitude. I wonder if you have the guts to put it on the line when it counts.”

"My choice," He repeated again this time to himself as he watched her practically slither into the driver seat of the car. It didn't help that every action she made, even the words she spoke was just so seductive.

He shook his head, took a deep breath to consider his choices. The passenger door was open, inviting him to rush in. But she was a vampire. Something he thought was only real in scary movies and books. He wanted to hesitate to think this through.

Who was he kidding. Mark had always been attracted to dangerous things, and Kailee was the most dangerous thing he'd ever seen. Like he'd choose anything different.

He crossed the valet area and slid into the passenger seat. He looked at her as closed the door. "I'm B positive in case that's important for you to know."

Kailee wasn’t sure he would join her. The long moments the car sat and idled there she wondered if he had the guts. She would have him this night regardless his decision; if he’d turned and run she would have followed him, taken him in the dark. Even if he had gone back inside, she would have waited. It was her way. When Kailee wanted something, she generally got it. Naturally, if she’d suspected he would run from her or reacted differently she would have responded differently, but it seemed to fit.

She didn’t relax though until he slid into the seat beside her. As the door clicked closed behind him she smiled but his blood type comment made her crack up. She lifted her arm and put her nose in it as if hiding behind a cape and with a huge phoney accent replied, “Ahh but vaitor, I had hoped you might haf some type O. B goes straight to my hips!” she paused, then added, “But very tasty, my compliments to the chef I’m sure…” If it was a bit weird that she was cracking jokes about it, her eyes dared him to mention it.

She put the car in gear without another word and it crept out onto the street. The ride was carried out in relative silence though, she didn’t have an awful lot to say and didn’t encourage the usual trivialities of polite conversation. It wasn’t that she was unfriendly really, more that she simply had nothing in common other than a mutual need. She looked at it like a business transaction, albeit a more pleasurable one than most.

She glanced at him as she opened up the throttle, and a small smile lit up her face. She took the circuitous route home, the one that involved a very long straight stretch of highway and there she let the throttle open up. The big engine roared and they took off like a shot. She glanced at him again as they tore down the highway, the big car hugging the road as she let it run. A guy with his attitudes, she thought he might like her baby.

A while later she began to tack back to her home, other things beginning to press on her mind a little further. As Kailee pulled through the gates that sealed her estate home off from the rest of the world she looked over at Mark once more, gauging his expression. She parked the car and listened to the cooling engine tick slightly in the ensuing silence before she finally got out.

Leading the way into the stillness that was her home, the door shut behind them, and she turned on the entry light. Kailee looked up at him then, still the gorgeous creature who had danced with him in the bar and smiled. She stepped forward, taking the initiative once more as her palm slid behind his head, drawing him down so her lips could meet his, the way her tongue toyed with his and seemed to possess his mouth making the kiss sizzle.

She could feel that his erection hadn’t really gone away, or if it had, it seemed to have returned, and she had to smile. It felt like he was packing quite enough to satisfy her most basic needs, and still seemed eager enough to use it too. At least his body was, who knew what he was thinking. She led the way then, to her suite of rooms. She had a small sitting room off her bedroom and it was here she stopped and pulled off her shoes, wiggling her toes against the floor as she looked at him again.

“Can I offer you a drink perhaps? I have a fully stocked bar if you are interested.”

IC: Mark Everett

"I'm B positive in case that's important for you to know."

She laughed at that and he cocked an eyebrow as she made a very good Bela Legosse impersonation. “Ahh but vaitor, I had hoped you might haf some type O. B goes straight to my hips,” She said then after a pause, “But very tasty, my compliments to the chef I’m sure…”

"Then I'll be sure to give him your regards," He replied wryly. It was a little surreal to hear her imitate the man famous for playing Dracula in the movies when here she was the real thing in the flesh, and in flesh quite a bit hotter and sexier than old Bela. But everyone had quirky moments like this, he supposed even real life vampires.

Who was he to judge when he was a die hard Karlof fan himself.

She was driving off, gunning the sleek Black BMW sportscar on the street weaving between traffic, and for the first time Mark began to wonder for his safety as she reached a clear stretch of road and opened up the engine.

She didn't say anything, Mark could tell that she was focused on driving the car. He looked at road aheah thankfully still empty, then to the speedometer as it steadily rose, and then back to her. He could see her revelling in her control of the vehicle as she expertly pushed it to the pinnacle of its performance. She smiled at him maintaining control of the car with refined discipline even as she was not looking upon the road.

It was a heady thrill, Being that close to disaster. She was teasing it like he would've if he had been behind the wheel. Flirting with danger. staring right in the eye and getting a joyous charge from its sheer proximity.

After a while she slowed down rolling up to a secluded manor. She parked the car infront between the front door and afountain where driveway and front yard met. She looked over to him to see him brething heavily. He smiled at her back before saying, "I think you're my kind of woman."

The climbed out of the car Mark followed her inside the double doors to her house. He looked around curious as to what he'd find in a Vampire's home. Most was what he'd expect in homes all over the country, other things looked like ancient antiques lovingly maintained and still-used.

He turned back to find her turning on the light shining down on her as she reached her hand up to the back of his head pulling it down for a kiss. Her tongue reaching into his mouth communicating the intensity of her ardor and demanding he bow to it. She pulled back dragging his tongue to stay in contact with hers before retracting it and leaving his out still pining for more.

She was more of a thrill than the car ride could ever be no matter how fast she drove it. There was an aura of sensual excitement over her, and it was doing things to Mark that was quite evident under the tent it was making in his pants.

She led him into a small room with old black leather chairs a couch and a dormant fireplace. Above it was a painting of a man, nude leaning against a column two small bite marks on his chest and two trails of blood lazily rolling down the muscled contours of his torso. The plaque on the heavily gilded frame said: Peter in memoriam. Mark quelled a stab of curiosity about this Peter guy to look back on her.

He looked she removed her shoes and wriggled her toes against the fine persian rug. “Can I offer you a drink perhaps? I have a fully stocked bar if you are interested.”

"Aren't I supposed to be the one to offer you a drink, Kailee," He asked stepping forward and reaching out his hands to hover over her shoulders. Remembering how she had reacted outside the club he asked, "May I hold you?"

Kailee had seen the way his eyes had taken in the things in her home, feeling a flush of pride as he seemed to appreciate the fact she took pleasure in fine things, and had taken care of her possessions. He had no way of knowing that was how she’d treated all her things, even the human ones. Her hands clenched at her sides as she thought of Peter again, but that was then. This was now and she pushed the thought of him away. This was nothing like that. Mark would be a bit of fun, and something to tide her hunger over a while.

She dragged her attention back to him, seeing him staring at her painting of Peter and she waited, expecting him to make some comment. After all the human world knew very little of her kind and its ways, the common idea being the wave of dead bodies they left behind, or the way they turned everyone they ever bit. Vampire movies and the misconceptions there made her laugh. To her surprise though, he didn’t say a word about it.

When she asked him about a drink and he made his comment though, se felt her fangs prick her teeth in response. It would be so easy to do it too… but she shook her head and murmured, “Later.” She could have added a flippant comment about paying for her meal first, but she had moved onto full out seduction mode. She smiled at him instead, her gaze direct, but smoky with half hidden hunger and desire.

"May I hold you?"

His question took her by surprise a bit, but she supposed it was understandable. She had imparted a rather stern lesson to him back there at the parking lot. She smiled again and said “One second” Slipping away from him she reached the bar and picked up a remote, hitting a series of buttons until soft music began playing from the overhead speakers.

It was a new song, slow paced, and already she could see herself doing…things to him to that slow pace, but instead she came back to him slid her arms around his waist, looking up at him, an unreadable look in her eyes. Softly she invited, “Touch me then, here, away from the prying eyes, in the place where nothing else exists.” She let her body sway against his, pressing against him lightly, softly feminine. Inside she was thrilled, her game moving to the next level. She could smell his response to her, and she was curious to know what he thought he might do with it, or how far she would let it go.

IC: MArk Everett

"Aren't I supposed to be the one to offer you a drink, Kailee?"

“Later,” She murmured shaking her head so her silken black hair seemed to dance in the low light of the room with the motion. Mark found the image highly erotic. The epitome of sin on two legs.

She smiled at him then. Her gaze conveying all the hunger he had seen in the eyes of the tigress that had mauled him years ago, but Kailee had a very different kind of hunger. It still involved devouring, but of a very different sort.

He stepped forward and reaching out his hands to hover over her shoulders. Remembering how she had reacted outside the club he asked, "May I hold you?"

She smiled again and said, “One second.” She turned then and headed to the bar on one side of the room. On the surface of the bar was a small grey remote control. She raised it to point at a tasteful wooden cabinet with glass doors and what looked to MArk as a high-end stereo system. From the speakers hanging from the walls in the corners of the room came the soft, slow sensual melody of smooth jazz. The kind of music that couples made out to. The kind of music lovers made love to.

She returned the remote to the bartop and looked over her shoulder back to Mark. That hungry smile evident again.

Soon she came back to where he stood arms wrapping around his waist tightly, possesively. Nuzzling her face against the fabric of his shirt between it and his shoulder. She looked up at him saying, “Touch me then, here, away from the prying eyes, in the place where nothing else exists.”

She began to sway her hips to the music, doing wonderful things to the erection she was pressing up against again. Slowly, sensually they danced together where they stood.

He looked into those dark pools of eyes and told her, "I think you're unlike any woman I'ver ever met Kailee." His hands slid up to hold her hips as they swayed. Seeing no adverse reaction to that Mark slowly began to move his hand over her rear. The thin fabric of her dress proving to be no barrier to him. He could feel the texture of her skin, the bodyheat seeping through, her pulse-slow calm controlled-the antithesis of his own.

Soon his left hand dipped lower and he ran the fingertip of his longest finger along the hem of her dress across the bare skin of the back of her thighs. His right hand migrated northward under the silken black veil of Kailee's hair along her spine rising above where the lowback of the dress and caressing up and down from her lower back all the way back to the nape of her neck enjoying the sensual feeling of his hand moving through her hair.

He applied a kiss to her cheek that trailed over to nibbling her earlobe. He whispered into it, "It seems my friend, Eric, may have been on to something when he suggested his cure for getting out of my funk earlier today."

"I think you're unlike any woman I've ever met Kailee."

Kailee smiled a little, thinking that he was right. None of his other girls were more likely to kill him as not. She didn’t say it though, instead made a noncommittal noise somewhere in the back of her throat as her body swayed against his. Her needs were upon her, and she was aware that they clouded her perceptions. However he was unlike the men she had known either; most of them had been hard to get to this point.

She let her head rest against his chest, listening to the thump of his heartbeat, feeling his fingers tracing lines against her hips , then over the curve of her ass, the thin material of her dress not hiding the thin line of the thong that curved down into the cleft that hid her treasures from him. She let his hands roam against her with honest enjoyment, the slow swell of her arousal growing larger. Kailee could feel Mark’s erection brushing against her and it excited her even further as she continued to brush against it with every slow move.

As Mark’s finers found the bare skin at the edge of her dress and traced a line along her thigh she made a noise, deep in the back of her throat, one of enjoyment as his fingers brushed her sensitive skin. She pressed tighter against his body, letting his hands roam with pleasure. It was the hand that slid along her spine that got to her the most though. As his hand slid up against her Kailee moaned just a little, revelling in the sensations he was inspiring in her nerve endings.

"It seems my friend, Eric, may have been on to something when he suggested his cure for getting out of my funk earlier today."

She laughed at that, a low, throaty chuckle as she murmured back, “I always thought sex was a cure for just about everything myself. Why wouldn’t sex with a warm, very willing woman not be even better?” The question was rhetorical and she gave him no room for an answer as her hand slid behind his neck, spearing into his own hair lightly as she remembered to pull herself back a little. She dragged his lips to hers, kissing him, her tongue reacquainting itself with his as her lips roamed against his once more. She let the wet slide of her tongue mimic the things he hoped to do to her shortly, sliding against his own as her tongue fucked his mouth.

Aggressive, her fingers tugged his shirt from his jeans, her fingers reaching underneath, eager to touch him. Her palm connected with the heat of his belly, making her smile as she finally released his mouth again. She looked back up at him, her gaze direct, daring as she said firmly, “Take off your shirt for me. I want to see you.” Her manner seemed to fully expect his compliance, as if there was no question that he would do as she’d said, the fact her request had come out more as an order seemed beneath her notice.

IC: Mark Everett

"It seems my friend, Eric, may have been on to something when he suggested his cure for getting out of my funk earlier today."

She laughed at that, a low, throaty chuckle as she murmured back to him, “I always thought sex was a cure for just about everything myself. Why wouldn’t sex with a warm, very willing woman not be even better?”

"You'll get no arguments from -," He didn't get to finish as her hand wrapped up behind his head threading through the short-cropped blond hair and pulling it down for her to claim it in a kiss. It wasn't a tame kiss either. There was no mixed messages or the you should know what I want game his ex-wife loved to play. Kailee wanted to kiss him so she just pulled his head down and told him so in action. His tongue curled over hers as she aggressively thrust in her tongue into his mouth. He groaned low into the passion of her kiss.

Mark's fingers curled squeezing her ass pulling her eve tighter against the erection in his pants. One finger dragged the hem of the dress up so a sliver of her left cheek peeked out.

Her hands were pulling free his shirt tail with a clear ferocity that made Mark groan again. Her palm snuck between them and under his shirt laying flat up against the six-pack of his abs.

She looked back up at him, her gaze direct, daring as she said firmly, “Take off your shirt for me. I want to see you.”

"Happy to oblige," He smirked pulling back to grab his polo shirt's hem at his waist and lifting it up over his head revealing his cut hard suntanned body for her eyes to eat up. "You like," He asked her as he threw the shirt into one of the leather chairs. Before she could answer he kissed her, and his hands grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand high on his chest dragging it down over the planes of chest and stomach.

Her fingers tightened a little against his side as his fingers dragged her against his body, fighting both her desire that almost demanded she take him right here and now. It wasn’t helped by the way his body was responding to hers, telling her right off that it had no objection to having him right then either. Taking a deep breath she quelled the urges and willed herself to settle just a little bit.

His hands on her ass were causing a slow sort of torture as she rubbed herself wantonly against him, feeling his hands slowly exposing her. She smiled, her eyes dark, greedy as he released her to do as she’d bid him then, her gaze taking in the sight of his well defined chest and stomach muscles. It wasn’t as though he gave her a lot of time to admire him visually as he held her hand against him, rubbing it against his stomach and chest.

She smiled at him as he asked if she liked, another flash of fang she couldn’t quite hide. “Definitely edible, I think anyway.” She licked her lips and let him guide her hands a little longer, thinking her knew his hot zones better than she did, it would make sense that he be able to show her what he liked a lot better than her playing 20 guesses.

Soon enough though she took over once more, her hand sliding from his to land one on each side of his hips as she leaned in, her hair falling over her shoulder to brush at his skin, as her lips moved on his chest, tasting his skin with her tongue. Occasionally the tips of her fangs would scrape against his skis as she licked and sucked at his muscled frame, but she never pierce his flesh. She was sure he expected her to, that’s part of what made it good; the anticipation.

While her mouth was busy she backed him up a little, step by step as she moved them closer to the doors leading to her sleeping quarters. When his back bumped against the glass inset in the wide French doors, the glass would be chill against his skin. Bumpy too since the glass was shaped, a scene depicting a glade with satyrs dancing around a glade, naked, while a seat filled by a beautiful woman took a prominent spot. It was as if the satyrs danced in homage to the woman, but he couldn’t tell that from where he was. Her hand reached behind him and opened one side of the door, her body snug against his, her left thigh between his legs, almost pinning him in place as her body angled more toward the open doorway.

Reaching between them she unfastened his belt , letting it hang open, her fingers on the fastenings of his pants as she finally lifted her head to look at him, “My bed’s through there…”

IC: Mark Everett

"You like," He asked her as he threw the shirt into one of the leather chairs. Before she could answer he kissed her, and his hands grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand high on his chest dragging it down over the planes of chest and stomach.

“Definitely edible, I think anyway.” She said bending forward so her hair fell over her shoulder and fell across the surface of his chest like silken fingers sliding across his skin. He stifled a moan only to give voice to it later when he felt her tongue lips...and, Jesus, those fangs playing along the contours of his chest. He tensed once or twice when she drug the them along his fangs expecting her to bite down like with poor old Peter in that painting, but she never did.

She then unnerringly backed him up against the glass doors on the other side of the room. the glass was cold and she chose that moment to roll his nipple with her tongue giving him two reasons to hiss loudly. Shehad him pinned against the door when she unbuckled his belt still exploring his body with her mouth. she reached over and opened the door's twin looking up into his eyes saying, “My bed’s through there…”

"Then what are we waiting for," He said bending his head down for another kiss and trailing kisses down her neck to her chest. As he did he swiveled around through the open door and moving them into a rather large spacious bedroom, opulently furnished with antique french vanity and dressor, and wardrobe. But the room was dominated by the biggest most opulent bed he'd ever seen. It was like a hybrid of King Arthur's throne, and Hugh Hefner's bed. It was inlaid with gold bass reliefs of scenes from greek and biblical mythology embossed with rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and opals. It had red drapes, and sheets and what looked like drawers underneath it.

It was something he'd expect in some Medieval castle turned museum in Europe not still used. He whistled as he saw it.

She noted each small reaction, down to the way his skin twitched under her knowing mouth. She filed the information away not knowing why, but the small details had always captured her interest. She had promised him a good time, and knowing his buttons would ensure that for him. She groaned as his lips travelled down her neck, coming within a breath of her hardened nipples, then skating away.

Kailee let him spin her, pinning her against the opposite side of the door as his lips moved against hers, feeling the tight reins she held on herself loosening. It was just about time. She saw his eyes take in the opulent furnishings, including her bed. She’d thought the bed was a little overboard herself, but it was her creation. She’d had many years to work on making it perfect. Each year it grew a little, the scenes depicted on the headboard were ones she had spent considerable time and expense making perfect. The bed was a four poster, and her currant project was carving lurid scenes onto each post.

As his hands roamed against her body again she was ready to move. Her body was at a fever pitch, ready for him, wanting it. She laughed softly though as he whistled at the sight of her bedroom, her fingers falling to his belt and tugging it from his jeans while he was a little distracted. She smiled at him as he finally turned his attention back to her. She shrugged and said softly, “the things we do to keep occupied…”

Planting her hand on his chest again she smiled up at him, her eyes hungry as she pushed him to arms length again, her gaze intent as her fingers slipped the buttons of his jeans, spreading his fly open. His belt was still caught in her hands and she met his gaze again as she deliberately held it up and looped the end through the clasp, forming a loop. Her manner playful, she slid his arms into the loop, behind his back, pressing her body against him as she moved it up to just above his elbows and tightened it, pinning his arms behind him rather effectively.

The whole time she’d maintained the playful persona, avoiding making him nervous as she bound him and she continued, tucking the loose bit of his belt after she put the tongue into one of the holes securing it, then looked up at him grinning, “Now I’ve got you, can have my wicked way with you, tease you, and you can’t do a thing about it. But what shall I do with you?” She eased further away from him watching as his eyes followed her.

She stopped, leaning against the high side of the bed, her fingers tugging on the bottom of her dress, easing it up, over the length of her thighs and beyond, exposing the curve of her hip and her panty covered pussy. Even further it went, creeping up, exposing the flat plane of her stomach, then the curve of her breasts. She kept going until it slid over her face and off, leaving her almost naked, staring at him with a smile on her face.

Her voice teased him as she growled low, “How about you, on your knees, over here, seeing if you can take my panties off with your teeth. There’s a sweet tasting treat behind them if you can manage it…” Her eyes danced, daring him to play her game.

IC: Mark Everett

He whistled at the musuem peice that was her bed.

He looked down as she slid his belt free from the loops on his jeans. “The things we do to keep occupied…” She said with a shrug.

"Speaking of keeping occupied," He retorted leaning in for another kiss.

She then placed her palm flat over his sternum-over his beating heart-pushing him to arms-length. Her other hand dipped to his crotch and deftly unsnapped the fly of his jeans while still holding his belt. Without his belt or fly closed the Levi's he wore slid down his legs to his ankles. He looked up into her gaze as she held his own belt in front of him and looped it around his arms behind him playfully.

"What is this," He asked her trying to regain some motion in his bound arms, "Why did you bind my arms?" He wasn't too concerned though owing to the playful manner she exhibited, and his general lack of fear to danger.

She stepped back up then over towards her bed, “Now I’ve got you, can have my wicked way with you, tease you, and you can’t do a thing about it. But what shall I do with you?”

He kicked out of his shoes and stepped out of his pants standing completely naked in front of her. "You didn't have to go to so much trouble with me, Kailee."

She leaned against the high bedposts, and pulled her dress slowly up, over the length of her thighs, exposing the sumptuous curves of her hips and her panty covered pussy. Further up she pulled the dress allowing him to watch with bated breath as she revealed her stomach and bared breasts to his eyes. She threw her dress on her bed and looked back at him as he took in the vision before him. She was beautiful, gorgeous, sinful.

Then she made a low hungry growl saying, “How about you, on your knees, over here, seeing if you can take my panties off with your teeth." She parted her legs for him to see it better, "There’s a sweet tasting treat behind them if you can manage it…”

"And you needed my arms bound for that," He asked but then shook his head, "Still I'm game for anything for a shot at rocking your world, babe."

He came up to her then face to face and planted a kiss on her lips and began to trail down her chin over her neck down her chest and over one of her breasts playing extra attention to her nipple then resuming his migration down the underside of the breast over her stomach again paying special attention to her navel. Then as his knees made contact with the floor he kissed down from navel over the panties and gave special attention to the strip of fabric covering the special treat she mentioned.

Once that was done Mark then began to migrate over her the straps of the G-string curling his tongue underneath it and into his mouth for he teeth to secure it in his mouth and pulled it down over the curve of her hip. He then repeated the process with the other hip. Then snuck his head back between her thighs and pulled it free of from her special treat.

"Now for my treat," He slipped his tongue over the glistening lips of her pussy.

She looked at him with a smoky sort of grin as he came for her. She had wondered what his reaction would be, after all he didn’t look like a beautiful woman bound him often for any reason. As his lips met hers she held back, dampening the baser urges that had her thinking a few things more than just binding him. Not tonight though, she would use him, and behave. For the most part. As his lips slid down her chest, lingering at her nipples, she took a breath, letting it out on a low groan.

She mumbled quietly the truth of it, “No, but I do like the look of you at my mercy, on your knees, bound by my own hands.” She had no idea what he might think of that, nor did she care. The time was on them now; if he denied her she would likely take what she wanted, whether he liked it or not. It didn’t seem to be necessary thought; his mouth was moving with purpose against her skin and she assumed he either hadn’t heard or brushed it off. Either way.

She shivered in reaction as his mouth slid over the slightly cooler than average heat of her skin, sliding against her breast, over the underside and then over the flat plane of her stomach. Her eyes half closed, she watched and felt the enjoyment and pleasure as he paid homage to her body. She wiggled in his grasp as his mouth went even lower, knowing even his nose could smell the sweet scent of her arousal.

She growled again, flames of arousal sparking in the depths of her gaze, brighter than those of her hanger, for anger was a cold emotion. Brighter was lust, but brightest of all was the hue her eyes took just before she sank her fangs in. He would be acquainted with it soon enough though. For now, She moaned as his tongue danced, trying to get under the sides of her g-string. She made no move to help him, enjoying every second of his struggle, right to the point his head dipped to push the material down her thighs.

"Now for my treat,"

She gasped out loud as his tongue feathered over the puffy lips of her pussy. Her leg lifted then, and came down on his shoulder, about mid-thigh was where she put the pressure, pushing him out from her body as she growled, this time a bit warningly, the hunger he’d aroused in her successfully stripping her of another of the thin layers of civility she cloaked herself in as she stared down at him. “I said there was a sweet treat there, not that it was yours to take Mark. Didn’t I say that? Earlier I also said I liked to be treated with respect, not manhandled.” Her glare softened just a little as she relented. That also usually includes asking, but since you have never been with anyone like me before, I will let it slide.”

Her leg tightened and she sighed as his face was pulled closer to her aching pussy, “You also caught me on a weak night, damn I need this, almost as much as you! So don’t make me regret this, eat me like you mean it…”

IC: Mark Everett

"Now for my treat," Mark slipped his tongue over the glistening lips of her pussy.

He was rewarded with the sound of her lovely gasp, but almost immediately her leg rose and came down pushing him away from licking her any further. “I said there was a sweet treat there, not that it was yours to take Mark. Didn’t I say that?" she growled down at him, "Earlier I also said I liked to be treated with respect, not manhandled.” that air of danger emanating from those hungry tigress eyes was stronger than ever now. "That also usually includes asking, but since you have never been with anyone like me before, I will let it slide.” She said the harsh tone in her voice fading into something softer-a she-wolf in sheep's clothing.

He looked up over the sumptuous contours of her body between the twin mountain peeks of her breasts and into her dark eyes. Hopefully it communicating his own hunger to her. "You're right I've never met anyone like you before. My cock is harder than it's ever been in my life. Christ, Kailee, Let me fuck you. Let me please you."

In response her leg tightened drawing him close to her sweat treat. “You also caught me on a weak night, damn I need this, almost as much as you! So don’t make me regret this, eat me like you mean it…” It was a concession. It was a plea. It was an order. It was a demand. It was greatest thing she could ask of him right then.

He wanted to go fast like a starving man at a banquet table-to devour as much of her as he could get before something happened to cause her to deny him this delicious feast before him, but he forced himself to go slow. His tongue traced along her slit back and forth then slipping just the tip inside. His lips closed over her folds making gentle tugs on them coaxing them wetter by caressing them with his tongue. His cock was hard and large impatiently demanding attention, but he continued on every sigh, gasp, and moan she made from his ministrations to her pussy was a reward every gyration of her hips to press her weeping treat against the sweep of his tongue was like a stroke to his cock as much as his ego.

Eating a woman out was as much an art as painting or sculpting and it had been too long since Mark had expressed himself with tongue and lips on the canvas of a responsive and appreciative woman. He lapped at her getting to know the special taste of her-delicious. The liquid coming out of her was bathing his face, but not yet enough to push her over the peek-his ex-Clairice never got this far when he applied himself to eating her out-she erupted like a volcano within the first licks. So he never got to change targets from her opening to the love button sticking out now begging for attention. He licked and teased it for a moment more before looking up to her eyes and saying, "If I had my hands free I could use them-say two or three-pushing in and out of your delectable pussy, curling to caress your G-spot on every stroke, as my mouth did this." His teeth closed in around her clit, not pressing hard-just enough to frame it. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on it and his tongue flicking over it and around it.

"You're right I've never met anyone like you before. My cock is harder than it's ever been in my life. Christ, Kailee, Let me fuck you. Let me please you."

She did laugh at that, her eyes dancing. Privately she was thinking he was lucky he hadn’t and that his cock had no brain anyway, but she didn’t say it out loud. She liked his attitude for the most part, fearless and yet with a certain dignity that showed the mettle of the man he was. In another lifetime she might have…She pushed away the what ifs and arched her back, her leg helping him instead of hindering as she growled her approval. Her fingers found his head, the long digits lacing through his short hair a little as she ground against him a little.

She loved the way his mouth moved against her, taking care to please her. So many guys went straight for her clit, forgetting that it all could be found pleasurable, in different ways. It was almost as if he’d been between her thighs before, he seemed to know all her hot spots, and she wasn’t that shy in letting him know as her soft sighs of pleasure rose in the still room. She almost purred, looking at him along the length of her body, His face half buried in the sweetness of her crotch.

"If I had my hands free I could use them-say two or three-pushing in and out of your delectable pussy, curling to caress your G-spot on every stroke, as my mouth did this."

She cried out as his mouth framed her pussy, her legs trembling as he sucked and licked at her clit. She heard him, but all she could do was growl a rather curt sounding “No.” Of course the idea was a good one. She liked the thought of his fingers teasing her like that, but to tell him the rest was to open a can of worms she wasn’t prepared for. It was enough anyway, he didn’t look like he was ready to go anywhere anytime soon.

To further distract him she let the sole of one foot rub against the hard length of cock she could see pressing tight against his jeans, but she really wasn’t able to give her full attention because of the havoc he was wreaking on her sensitive clit. In fact, within minutes her foot had slid off him, her weight back on the bed a bit holding her up as her head tipped back, and her fingers tightened against him, tugging his face even closer as her body began to shake as if caught by a fit. Her thighs spread wide, totally open to him just then as her orgasm began to pulse through her. Her hands pulled him in tighter and tighter, unaware of anything but her pleasure until she cut off his air.

She came back a little later, her body still shaking with pleasure and realised what she had done, but she held him there a few more moments as he seemed to not be ready to pass out yet anyway…then let him go, moving to perch herself actually sitting on the mattress looking at him. She said quietly, “You’re very good at that. I admire your talent, not many show the care and concern you do for another’s pleasure. But I think I’d prefer you standing for the moment, I seem to lack the desire to bend just to help you out. I think you can stand, and I will help you with your things.”

IC: Mark Everett

"If I had my hands free I could use them-say two or three-pushing in and out of your delectable pussy, curling to caress your G-spot on every stroke, as my mouth did this." His teeth closed in around her clit, not pressing hard-just enough to frame it. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on it and his tongue flicking over it and around it.

Her cry was a reward to Mark. Even as she made a curt sounding, “No.” to his request. In retaliation to his assault on her clit Mark felt the smooth silken sole of her foot rub the throbbing length of his cock, but had to leave it behind as she opened her thighs wide for him and began to convulse as if she were in a fit of apoplexy.

Her hands that had woven into his hair had curled up claiming possession of his head shoving up hard to her erupting sex. She held his head there as a rush of sweetness poured onto his tonge and splashed against his lips and cheeks. He was beginning to feel the need for more oxygen but he continued to titilate her drawing out her pleasure as she came. His eyes watched her expressions transfixed by her beauty even when coming. He was beginning to wonder if she was ever going to relinquish the hold on his head as she opened her eyes to look into his but still kept him tightly pressed into her spasming cunt.

Finally she freed his head and he pulled back far enough to get a large inhale laced with the scent of her pleasure. She sat back on the mattress of the huge ornamented bed saying to him, “You’re very good at that. I admire your talent, not many show the care and concern you do for another’s pleasure."

He shrugged cockily to her. Kailee's praise stroking an ego that had suffered with the messy divorce with his wife-make that ex-wife now. The two pillars of his relationship with Clairice had been their daughter and sex, apparently neither had been enough to make it last the test of time.

"Well I've always felt that a man who can't please a woman has no business expecting her to return the favor. So I make it my business to give the few ladies I've been with as good as I get."

"But I think I’d prefer you standing for the moment, I seem to lack the desire to bend just to help you out. I think you can stand, and I will help you with your things.”

"As you command, sexy lady." He smiled then the light glistening on her juices still on Mark's face. As he carefully-since having his arms tied was a detriment to maintaining his balance-rose up first on one foot then the other straightening out so she may have an uninhindered view of his body.

"Well I've always felt that a man who can't please a woman has no business expecting her to return the favor. So I make it my business to give the few ladies I've been with as good as I get."

Ahh Had she but the time… Kailee could have said so many things then, done a few others. He wasn’t hers though, just a fling. She didn’t have to deal with his cocky little smiles or the underlying hurt she could hear in his voice inflections. Not her problem, though the fact she had noticed at all was a bit surprising; normally a snack didn’t warrant such attention.

She was distracted as he began to rise, her eyes watching his slight struggle to get up, the fact his hands were bound didn’t help his balance out at all. The sight made her giggle a little, though it was laced with lust too. The glistening sheen of her juices on his face was an intense sight too, one that just made her want to pull him back down and lick her juices off him. Instead, she focussed on the sight of his body looming over her, the tumescent length of his flesh visible beneath his jeans.

Moving from her reclined position she walked around him, her fingernails scraping a line where his flesh disappeared under his jeans. Pausing behind him again she pressed the length of her body against his, her palms caressing his stomach, then dragging down over his jeans, nice and slow, caressing his length through them. She teased his body through his jeans, even reaching down as far as she could and dragging her fingernails back up his inner thighs then cupping him once more through his jeans.

After what must have seemed like an eternity she let her fingers slip into his underwear, trailing along the length of his cock, brushing against it gently as his cock jerked in response to her touch. Her fingertips circled his sensitive head, teasing the very edge of his piss slit before she retreated. Kailee looked up the length of his back then, toward his head, deciding she didn’t want to talk to him that way.

She moved back around his body, looking at him fully with dark eyes that seemed to almost shine with her lust. She said just loudly enough for him to hear, “You seem to know how to please woman, I wonder a little at the ‘few’ you have commented on, but it doesn’t matter. You learned enough to more than earn a return, though that was never a question.” Her fingers tugged his jeans down then as she slowly dropped to her knees, pulling his jeans down past his knees as she did. One strong hand on his hip supported him as he stepped out of the last of his garments and she looked up the length of his body, admiring what she saw.

With a half grin Kailee let her mouth walk up his inner thigh, marked most notably by the scrape of her fangs against Mark’s skin. She let her tongue slide from his balls to his shaft, lapping up its length. She wondered what he thought then, Surely he had felt her fangs, Was he worried? Her mouth opened further, slipping over his head, sliding downward. She was more careful than most as she took care to keep her teeth off him, but the threat was there regardless.

In a few moments as she felt the tautness of his leg muscles she pulled back and looked up at him. “Back straight up, until your knees bump into a chair and have a seat. Don’t look back, just at me. There is nothing in your way.”

She wondered if he would trust her enough to do so. She licked her lips, tasting him on her tongue, giving her a thrill as she waited…Damn he tasted good, she could bet his blood would be just as sweet.

IC: Mark Everett

He stood still observing the way her dark seductive gaze seemd to travel with deliberate appreciation passing over the beginning of the scars the Tigress had given him curling over the ridge of his left shoulder and down over the expanse of his chest and stomach passing over each muscle as if she was tracing them with her tongue. Then her eyes traveled further south over the large throbbing tent in his pants.

"Let it out to play, Kailee," He told her with some bravado, "And you won't be sorry."

She rose up from the bed as if rising to the challenge. She trailed a fingernail along the line where his flesh dove underneath the denim of his jeans sending little shivers along the skin of his hips as she stepped around behind him. She pressed up agains his back the nipples of her breasts sticking into his back her head turned so her breath played over the scars running laterally over his back. Her hands slid flat over the six-pack of his stomach as if memorizing each rise and fall before sliding lower over his jeans slowly caressing the tent in the jeans with the same careful deliberation. Then she reached down and dragged her nails along inseam of his jeans making moan as she resumed getting to know the tent in his pants. Then she slipped her hands underneath to caress his manhood skin to skin.

Then she moved around to look him in the eye. “You seem to know how to please woman, I wonder a little at the ‘few’ you have commented on, but it doesn’t matter. You learned enough to more than earn a return, though that was never a question.” She tugged at the edge of his pants lowering the zipper while never looking away from his eyes. Then she slowly slid the pants down over his thighs and to pool at his feet. She placed a hand over his hip to help steady him as he stepped out of his pants and boxers.

She smiled up at him as she trailed her mouth in a line up his leg letting her fangs carress his skin as well as her lips and tongue. It was a reminder of what she was and what she would want from him later. Mark should have felt some trepidation about that, but he had always been too stupid to be scared of most things that could harm him instead they-in this case "she"-fascinated him.

Then the matter was brought to the forefront when she trailed her tongue up from his balls to the tip and then opened her mouth to take him inside it her fangs sliding along the head and shaft without harming it in any way. He shivered as she did partly from the danger partly from the sensual feeling of it.

She played for a few more moments getting to know his hard cock intimately until she pulled back to the tip and said with her lips still in contact with his head. “Back straight up, until your knees bump into a chair and have a seat. Don’t look back, just at me. There is nothing in your way.”

Trust. That was what this was about. She wanted to see if he trusted her in something as simple as backing up without looking where he was going.

"I will do as you say." He reassured her as he took one deliberate step backwards after another. He wanted to meet her challenge. To show her that he was capable of doing this. His eyes wavered once, twice but he didn't look back.

His calf hit against a leather bound chair and he sat down into it.