Desperate

Once a person had that to hold over you, your options were infinitely diminished. She clenched her fists by her sides, then hung her head.

Juri went to her new bedroom's door as she was bidden, trying to swallow her fear, or at least keep it to a reasonable level. She threw the door open, reasoning with herself that if she acted brave, maybe she would feel that way, too.

"Oh! Excuse me," Marino said quickly, clearing his throat and cutting his eyes to the left.

"Why?" She asked, genuinely curious.

It wasn't until he glanced in her direction and her eyes followed their path that she realized her mistake.

"Oh! Shit, I didn't realize," she cried, absolutely mortified.

She spent so much of her time alone these days that she didn't bother thinking about what she used to cover her body. At the moment, all she was wearing was her thong and a lace bathrobe that had been left for her with no explanation.

The implications of Marino having it were curious at the best and possibly disturbing. Juri didn't have any idea how many other blood slaves Marino had taken before her. Hell, she didn't even know for sure that she was the only one he was keeping now.

The thing was, the robe was worlds more luxurious than anything she had ever owned. Aside from her curiosity, it was the best part of her new life, and she didn't want to give it up.

"Juri, you need to be more careful," he said, clearing his throat authoritatively.

"More careful? What does that even mean?" She shot back, temporarily emboldened by a flash of irritation.

"It isn't proper for you to dress this way," he insisted stubbornly.

"I don't really know what to say to that. What's the proper attire for women recently made hostages?"

"Why do you do that? Why do you insist on being so willful?" He asked, taking several slow, deliberate steps into her room.

Except that it wasn't exactly her room was it? It was his, and he was making sure she knew it. The whole house was his along with everything inside of it.

"I'm not trying to be willful. I don't know how else to be. Why do you have to be such an asshole?" She asked, hardly able to believe the words coming out of her mouth.

Where was this tenacity coming from? Where had it been when she had still been topside and trying to make a place for herself in the world?

"You will learn to behave," he growled, his voice low and thick.

He grabbed her by the wrist, and she pulled it backward, her chin jutting out defiantly. His hands found her again and pulled her towards him. Juri's entire body tingled with, of all things, excitement. She stopped fighting him and allowed herself to be pulled closer.

The entire length of her body pressed against him and she looked into his eyes, daring him to do something about it. She didn't know what she wanted in this new life, but at the moment, she didn't need to.

All that mattered now was that she wanted Marino; the hard cock she felt against her hip told her that he wanted her, too.

"You will learn to behave," he said again, almost in a whisper.

His voice sounded different now, though, less sure. The feel of his hands on her changed, too. One minute they were angry and the next they were searching, almost desperate.

"Yeah?" She said huskily, "Who's going to teach me?"

He fell upon her, burying his mouth into the soft hollow at the base of her neck. She wasn't above fearing that this was the moment in which he finally took her blood. It was the reason he had bought her, right?

She belonged to him now, and that meant that he could do whatever he wanted to, or at least she was sure that's how it was in his mind. Juri waited for his vampire incisors to sink into her skin and when they grazed along her collarbone, she sucked in breath sharply.

Then, instead of biting down, he kissed along the length of the bone and then up the side of her neck until his lips landed on her own. They were full and warm and impossible for her not to sink into.

She hesitated for only a moment before her hands moved to his chest. His muscles beneath the tips of her fingers were rock hard, and her knees began to quiver.

"Marino," she sighed when she pulled away for a breath.

She had no idea what she wanted to say, only that there should be something. It was too crazy, what they were about to do. It was too crazy not to make a last-ditch grab for sanity.

"You talk far too much," he groaned, ending her sentence before it began with his mouth.

When his tongue slipped into her mouth, tasting like exotic spices, any hope of resistance dissolved. She sank into him, and when he lifted her up into the air, she didn't protest.

He was strong and impatient, ripping at the sash of her robe with his teeth as he carried her to the bed.

She wrapped her legs around him, already grinding her hips against him as he laid her out on the bed. Her robe fell open as he moved up the length of her body, using his muscular thighs to separate her legs wider.

There was a low, animal sound coming from the back of her throat that should have frightened her, probably. What it actually did was push her desire for him into overdrive. When he bent his head to her breasts and took one of her nipples into his mouth, she screamed.

Juri arched her back and actually screamed her pleasure into the large, tastefully decorated room. Her hand plunged into his hair, then snaked down the length of his body, fumbling first with the buttons of his shirt and then with the buckle of his belt.

She thought she would never get the damned thing undone, and when she did, she felt like screaming again, this time in triumph.

"Enough," he groaned, "let me."

She wasn't sure what that was supposed to mean, but she was sure looking forward to finding out. Her hips bucked helplessly as with one hand he pulled both of her slim wrists over her head and with the other he guided his throbbing dick inside of her.

Juri moaned, her body rising to meet him as he thrust, slowly at first and then rapidly picking up speed. She had had sex before, but she had never been fucked. She had never wanted to be fucked, or at least she hadn't thought so.

Now she understood how wrong she had been. She hooked her legs around his waist and shut her eyes, willing the rising feeling of warmth inside of her not to stop short. It felt like she was flying like she was being eaten alive.

When Marino reared up on his knees and put a wet finger on her clit, she fell over the edge. She couldn't even scream this time; it was too much. She writhed and bucked soundlessly, coming hard and fast.

Still, he plunged into her, his pace quickening and his breath growing ragged. She dug her nails into his back hard enough to draw blood when he came.

When she thought about that part later, she smiled. She had drawn blood from a vampire. How many women could say a thing like that?