His Captive Mortal (A Vampire Romance)

No more playing. Game, set and match.

She starts to roll her eyes, but I shove the plug in again, and she tips over, falling against me. I catch her, and her hands grasp my shoulders.

“Yes, master,” I prompt.

“Yes, master.”

Yes. I give her a satisfied smirk and stand.

“Come on, slave.” I smack her ass and lead her to the kitchen. I open the refrigerator and find she already made a salad. “Little fairy, you were such a good girl,” I lay it on thick. “You will be rewarded for this. I’m going to spread you out on my bed and fuck you all night until you scream for mercy.”

She shivers, and I wink. But then her brows pull together. She’s thinking about the curse.

“It’s all right,” I assure her. “I’ve been fucking without satisfaction for one hundred years. It hasn’t stopped me yet.”

Her lips twist into a wistful smile.

Her caring lances my chest. I don’t deserve such sympathy.

“Set the table, Aurelia.” I snap a finger and point, waiting for her to scurry into obedience before pulling out a few chicken breasts and placing them in a baking dish with pesto spread on top and slices of lemon beneath. I like caring for my captive mortal.

Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Aurelia, more erotic than anything I’ve ever seen. She takes small, shuffling steps, the heel of the plug shining between her cheeks. The only way she would move slower is if she wore chains restricting her movement.

Now there’s an idea. I file it away for later.

“Come here,” I order when I’ve put the chicken in the oven to broil.

She comes to my side immediately.

I sit in a chair and pull her onto my knee, keeping one hand on the plug, so I can manipulate it within her. “Have you studied today?”

“Not the books, but I practiced at work.”

I squeeze her breast, pushing it up until the nipple crests the top of the corset and peeped out. I draw it into my mouth and suck, pushing the plug in and out of her at the same time.

She mewls, a desperate, wanton sound.

“Not yet, little one.” Her scent is delicious.

“You’re killing me,” she mutters.

“Good,” I purr with satisfaction. “Now show me what you learned today.”

She sits back and cocks a brow. “You don’t have one.”

“What?”

“An aura. I was messing with people’s energetic fields today. Cleaning them up, that sort of thing. I think I may have learned how a curse works.”

I drop my hand from teasing her nipple. “How?”

“Well, I saw two girls arguing, and one of them sent a dagger-like shape of energy at the other one. It lodged right in her heart and stayed there, and the victim cried for a long time, actually rubbing the spot where I saw the invisible dagger go in. I don’t think this other child meant to cause her any harm, but I’m thinking someone like Anka, who understood how energy works, intentionally sends it in what we think of as a curse.”

I lift her to stand and spread my arms and widen the stance of my legs. “Do you see any daggers? Or...I don’t know, corks?”

She gazes in the direction of my cock for a long time. “Well, I’ve never looked at the energy of a cock before. But yeah, I think I do see something.”

She kneels before me and reaches for my pants, pausing to ask silent permission. I nod, and she pulls my cock out of my boxers, gripping the base and holding her fingers like pincers at the tip.

I hold my breath. Could it be this simple? Will this work?

Aurelia makes a pulling motion, as if trying to pull out a thread or splinter. She repeats the movement several times.

A sharp pain stabs through my cock near in the direction of the head. I hiss.

“I can’t budge it,” she said, looking up at me with a grim expression. “Maybe you have to do it. Or you have to sever your bond to her first or something.”

I snarl and stand, not waiting for her to scoot back before I shove my cock back into my boxers and stalk to the bedroom to get dressed. Damn this curse.

Aurelia stands in the doorway, looking uncertain. “Should I get dressed, too?’

A pang contracts my unbeating heart. It’s been so long since I considered anyone’s feelings but my own, but seeing Aurelia’s hunched shoulders and timid face pulls me out of my snit.

I clench my fists and exhale. “No,” I say, trying to speak more gently. “I need my slave fairy ready and accessible to me at all times. And I will require you to attempt to extract the curse with your mouth and tongue later, as well.”

She gives me a small smile, but her eyes are still worried.

Damn. I care about her.

“Come here,” I say, opening my arms. I wait until she’s folded close enough to murmur, “I’m sorry.” Before Aurelia, I would never apologize to a human.