Chapter Five - Lola
Tuesday
When I look at him, the first thing that comes to my mind is ‘Fuck, he’s gorgeous! A freaking British prince.’ Short, dark blonde hair, almost porcelain white skin with a light stipple of blue veins visible underneath, golden stubble on his chiseled jaw and lips so pink it looks like he is wearing a lipstick. Dang, how had I missed looking at that face so completely? I realize Penny is talking to me.
“What?”
“I was asking who he is?” she says.
“Who is who?”
“The guy who was here.”
“Oh, he’s just a guy I know. I met him last night, that’s all.”
“It didn’t look like that was all,” she says, begging for details.
“I am afraid that really is all. Drop it, Penny.”
I see him walk in with two coffees in a tray. Leaving my desk, I get up to join him, and we walk out into the parking lot and find a bench.
“What did you tell me your name was? Waldo?”
“Wow,” he says, pouting. “Valnoir.”
“Oh yeah, yes.”
“So, what’s your deal?” he says.
“What do you mean?”
“What’s with your ‘I don’t care about anything in the world’ attitude?”
“I don’t have that attitude,” I state. “I am a very busy person, so stop assuming things.”
“Okay, okay,” he says, holding up his hands. “Don’t kill me with your death stare.”
“Let’s finish this quickly, I’m cold.”
“Well, we can go sit in my car.”
“It’s fine here,” I tell him.
“Come on,” he pleads, grabbing my hand. “My car has comfortable seats.” I don’t resist and just follow him. When we get inside, he turns on the heater. The panel in the front of his Mercedes lights up, casting a blue light over us.
I sip my coffee and start feeling woozy suddenly. The feeling is like that of booze, except that I have sleep tugging at me hard. He starts his car, leaves the parking lot and gets on the main road.
“Where are we going?” I ask.
“Sleep,” he says.
“I have to get back to work.”
“Just relax,” he whispers, putting his arm on my thigh, caressing it gently.
“Where…we…” I think I mumble something before I pass out.
***
I wake up in a small bedroom. The musty, stale smell in the air makes it feel like a cellar, but there is a window on the wall so I know that it isn’t. The bathroom door opens and Valnoir steps out, soaking wet and naked. He looks taller than he did the night before. It feels like he grows a little every time I see him. His body is well-defined: he is toned and has a six pack, although most of his chest is hidden behind a spray of golden hair. It looks imposing when he is dressed, and gorgeous when he is naked. I want to ask him why he brought me here, where I was and whether he drugged me. I have a feeling that he did.
“Morning. I didn’t know you’d be awake,” he says casually, making no move to cover himself up. My eyes dart between his face and his manhood, deciding which thing I want more. He walks toward me as I try to force myself up. As I put my feet on the floor, sitting up in the bed, he stands right in front of me, his cock only inches from my face.
“Are you hungry or something? There’s food downstairs.”
I am hungry, but I can’t resist the thing in front of me. I push my fingers into his chest hair, pulling him closer with the other hand. Cupping his balls, I take his flaccid cock in my mouth. I feel the blood rushing into it as it starts springing to life in my mouth.
“Whoa!” he yelps, then starts humming happily as I work my mouth. “Works for me.”
With gentle thrusts, he fucks my mouth. I have a strong gag reflex, but it is dead right now, probably because of whatever was in the drink.
“Lie down,” he tells me. As I get back down, he pulls me to the end of the bed, my head at the foot, hanging off it. He stands there and towers over me, guiding his cock back into my mouth. He tugs at my trousers and pulls them down along with my underwear, putting his mouth on my crotch.
“You are so ready for a pounding,” he says. “Want me inside you?” I don’t answer because his cock is fixed inside my mouth. When he pulls out, I wrap my fingers around it and start sucking his balls. They are big and heavy, but he likes it and hums as I work my mouth. I can feel the stretched skin of his scrotum overflowing with sperm, begging for release.
Taking his cock back in my mouth, I kick off my trousers and spread my legs. He pulls out and pulls my shirt off me, then gets back on the bed and leans back with his back against the headboard. I climb on top of him. “You are really gorgeous,” I whisper to him seductively, and he smiles, hooking a finger in my brassiere and kissing me lightly. I grab the headboard and guide his cock into my pussy, slowly taking in all 7 inches of him. He is the perfect size for me, filling me completely and snugly.
“Hold me,” I tell him, guiding his hands to my sides, and then I hold his shoulders tight and start riding him. I close my eyes and lean back my head as I jump up and down on him. When he starts moaning I look at him and see him looking at me. Our eyes lock, and I feel like I am drowning in the luscious forest of his stone green eyes. He pushes his fingers into my hair and runs them down to the ends, pulling me close. Fixing his mouth on my lower lip, he holds me in place and pushes his tongue into my mouth. He wraps his other arm around me and pulls me closer, my large breasts pressing into him. I move my waist to and fro, up and down, feeling his rock hard cock massage my insides.
When he starts moaning, I ask, “Are you close?”
“Not at all,” he says, pushing me back and pulling out. He gets off the bed and pulls me back to the end. He grabs my legs and pushes them back and I wrap my arms around them, baring my ass and pussy to him. He gets up and stands over the bed, pushing my legs further back so my pussy is in the air. Then he pushes back inside me and starts thrusting heavily with superhuman speed and strength.
“Ahhhh, hot damn…ahh….slow…down…” I pant between his thrusts.
“Can’t handle a man?”
“Can’t handle vampires,” I say. “Fuck me hard but slow down to human speed.”
“You know,” he says, pulling halfway out and then forcing all the back in.
“Why else would you be stealing from the blood bank?” I state. “Ah, ah, ah, ahh…”
“Aren’t you afraid?” he asks, pulling out completely.
“Of you? Nah, I can handle vampires.” He thrusts back in, grinding his groin. “Ahhh, Jesus, I’m close.”
“You just said you can’t handle vampires,” he says. “Conflicted?”
“Shut up and fuck me already and make me orgasm, then we’ll talk.”
He pulls out again, picks me up and pushes inside me as he pushes me against a wall. I wrap my legs around him and balance my hands on his shoulders as he forces his cock inside me in one swift thrust, his hard abs and golden hair brushing against my stomach. My ass slaps against the wall as he pounds me, his balls slapping underneath him, the sound turning us both on even more. He comes inside me and then puts me back on the bed. I get up and suck his cock off, swallowing the remaining juice.
He gets back on top of me and starts tonguing my belly button, leaving a wet trail up to my tits. He plays with one while sucking on the other, twirling his thumb on my nipples. And then it hits me. I am having sex with this super hot vampire, and if it continues I will fall for him and he won’t fall for me. He is hot and sexy, like Tom Cruise meets Joe Manganiello meets Joseph Morgan. And I am not even close to what models look like. I am a healthy woman with a big booty and big tits, nothing else. Why would he like me? I want to leave before he dumps me or says something I don’t wanna hear.
“I have to go,” I say, trying to push him off me.
“I am not done yet,” he says.
“I don’t care, just get off me. I need to go home.”
He stops sucking my tit and looks at me. “Home? You think you are going back home?”
“What do you mean?”
“My dear, you aren’t leaving this place.”
“Funny,” I say dryly. “Very macho, now drop the alpha act.” I try to pull my knees up to throw him off, but he has a tight grip on me. Vampires are very strong. “Fucking move, Walter.”
“It’s Valnoir,” he says. “And you’re not walking out on me.” He returns his mouth to my nipple and bites lightly. He is being careful not to hurt me, I can tell.
“I just have to go,” I say, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Don’t be a little bitch with a tiny ego.”
“We’ll see who the bitch is,” he says, grabbing my wrists and pushing his already hard cock inside me again. I try to push him away but it feels so good that I don’t want him to stop.
“Like that, don’t you? Who’s the little bitch now?”
I can’t give him the satisfaction of knowing I want him, so I continue pushing him off me lightly, but it’s hard when my body is having such a great time that it can’t help but respond to the pounding. He comes inside me again.
“I’ll show you your place, bitch. I’ll put you where you belong.”
“And where is that?” I ask.
“In the Harem.”
As soon as I am dressed, he grabs my arm and tries to take me downstairs.
“Let go of me,” I say fighting him off, trying to remember if my grandmother had taught me any spells that dealt with vampires. I should have paid more attention, but my mother hadn’t exactly encouraged me to learn witchcraft.
As he drags me down the stairs and I struggle to set myself free, I see a woman on the stairs. She looks like a character from the 18th century, all regal and dainty.
“Let her go,” she says. “The poor soul looks terrified.”
“Mind your own business, Victoria.”
“As a member of this house, this is my business,” she says with an air of superiority. I almost think she is going to come and rescue me, but she doesn’t move from her place.
“Do shut up,” Valnoir tell hers, and drags me downstairs. I look at the Victoria woman with pleading eyes, but she just walks away.
I don’t know how many flights of stairs we take, but it must be pretty deep because it is all cold down here. The basement isn’t a cellar or anything depressing, though. It looks like a hotel, well-lit and decorated. He unlocks a room and pushes me inside, then locks it and leaves.
The room is large, very long, with a lot of four-poster beds. Some of them have the curtains drawn, some have them folded. I can hear moaning, sounds of women getting fucked, groans of pleasure as some beds bang against the wall, women orgasming, and it makes me sick. I feel like I am in a brothel.
A few women come running to me but stand at a safe distance and whisper amongst themselves. I stand quietly, waiting for them to speak. Then one of them says, “She’s with the prince!” The rest of them all go ‘awww’ and look at me as if I am someone really important.
“What do you mean?” I ask.
“You came in with Prince Valnoir, didn’t you?”