The characters in this story are based off of the Anita Blake: Vampire Hunter books by Laurell K. Hamilton. The characters and situations are purely fictional.
If my muse remains, and I get some positive feedback, there may be more to come. Enjoy!
(The first installment is under Bisexual / Science Fiction or Fantasy)
The New Werewolf Pt. 2
Bekah stirred, stretched, but her eyes stayed closed. She could feel the warmth of the sunlight on her face, pouring in from the window. Turning over, she heard a muffled groan as her arm smacked into another body. "Wakey wakey, sleepyhead" she said in a singsong voice as she snuggled into the curve of the outstretched arm near her.
Sean grumbled incoherently, blinking against the harsh glare of daylight. "What time is it?" he muttered, trying to read the clock with bleary, sleep filled eyes.
"Only 4pm" Bekah replied, "We still have an hour before we have to pick up Lucy for the lupanar." Giving Sean a peck on his chin, she sat up and stretched like a cat, her lean, lithe body all graceful lines. As she did, she glanced to Sean, a glint in her eye. She knew he was watching, and she did love to put on a show.
And of course, what else would Sean do but watch? His eyes trailed over her body, lingering on her exposed breasts. Small, but not too small, he remembered the feel of them filling his hands just hours ago, those small pink nipples rolling gently between his teeth, his tongue stroking them to diamond hard peaks. Her pink and black hair was a mess, but still it shone in the sunlight seeping through the open curtains. Her lips were a perfect bow, and his chest, and lower things, tightening thinking about them sliding down the length of him.
Finished with her stretch, Bekah smiled at Sean with eyes lidded from sleep and remembered pleasure. She loved it when he looked at her like that. The look that all men get when they know that they can have you; that you won't say no. "Maybe tomorrow I can talk you into using the handcuffs" she said, her tone almost teasing.
Sean's face instantly darkened, and he looked away. The emotion that flitted across his face was a pain so intense that it defied words, but he quickly schooled his face into the casual one he always wore. Half amused, as if sharing some private joke.
It hurt Bekah's heart to see that look now. It had been two months since she'd first met Sean, a scared lost little girl. He'd helped her be stronger, both physically and mentally. And she'd seen that amused facade less and less as time went on. But every once in a while... "I'm sorry Sean. I know you don't like that kind of stuff. I just ... I just wish I knew why. I know I said that I'd never ask, but..." she let the sentence trail off. She wouldn't ask, but she did hope that perhaps he was comfortable enough with her now to share on his own.
For long moments Sean said nothing, his 6 ft frame curled almost into a fetal position among the covers. Finally, little by little, he relaxed, and turned back toward Bekah. Searching her eyes for disdain or contempt, he was relieved to find neither. She simply cared, and for once, he thought he might be ready to tell her what haunted him so. "Her name was Micke... And she made my life hell", he began, staring at the ceiling as his mind brought him back to the end of it all....
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As the sun's rays disappeared below the horizon, Micke's eyes slowly slid open. Pushing aside the lid to her coffin, she gave a big, cat-like stretch. Her half-lidded eyes settled onto her 'pet's' still form, chained to the wall near her resting place. A lazy smile stretched across her face as she slithered out of the coffin. The gauzy white nighttime slithered across her inhumanly pale skin as she moved. She was hungry. Though he didn't move, she knew her pet was awake. "Sean, its time for breakfast" she whispered, her voice cold though a smile remained on her face.
Sean had spent the night curled on the floor, unable to sleep even a wink as white-hot anger pounded through his veins. He felt his closed eyes twitch as her coffin slid open, then the sound of her climbing out of it with practiced ease. He let his eyes open a fraction of an inch, focusing on her feet, so pale and perfect. He hated those feet; hated having to rub them for her while she bathed, hated how silent they were as she padded across the floor. He let his eyes open wider as he stared up at her, his eyes staying on the tantalizing flesh of her thighs so he wouldn't be tempted to meet her gaze.
"Oh come now Sean, why so shy?" Micke taunted. She'd rolled him once already, no wonder he was wary of meeting her eyes. Completely improper behavior for a pet. Reaching out with one delicate foot, she pushed on his shoulder, rolling him to his back. "Don't be difficult my pet. I don't want to have get mean this early in the evening." Straddling him in one quick movement, she drew her sharp nails down his bare chest, cutting into the flesh. Bright red lines appeared as blood seeped from the cuts. Leaning down, the vampire licked the blood off of Sean's chest quickly, getting every last drop before the wounds closed up again.
Sean bit back the growl that threatened to roll from his throat, but the dark look in his eyes said everything that needed to be said. Sean hated Micke. Hated her with every breath, with every fiber of his being . . .
Brown eyes stared unseeing at her breasts as his hands clenched. For three nights already he had put up with this. Being humiliated, being 'lovingly' tortured . . .
He hadn't enjoyed a minute of it.
Luckily, his time would be up soon, and he would have to be returned to Kevin, though it would only be a matter of time before he was 'rented' out again to Micke.
Sean swallowed his pride, painfully, and turned his head, bearing the line of his neck and the thudding pulse there . . .
Micke licked her lips, her smile of triumph unseen by Sean as his head was turned. "There now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" she asked, her tone like a parent to a young child. She moved like lightning, her fangs sinking into his smooth neck in an instant. She held him tightly to her, reveling in the warm blood pouring down her throat. It was sooo much better than mere human blood. Like the difference between a cold hamburger and a filet mignon. When she had her fill, she pulled back, wiping the tiniest trickle of blood from the corner or her mouth. She wasn't a messy eater. Her skin now had a healthy glow, and her thick blonde hair shone. She gazed down at Sean, so helpless beneath her, and smiled like a cat with a helpless bird. In a flash she was on her feet and walking toward a cupboard. Tossing a cloth to her pet, she smiled. "Clean yourself up now my pet. I have a new game for us to play."
Sean pushed himself up into a sitting position, reaching for the cloth, but never removing his eyes from her back. He wiped at the blood, his nose tingling with the smell of it. He wanted to taste it . . . The wounds wouldn't heal fast; they would bleed as if he was human and heal just as slowly. He didn't care, as long as they didn't scar; he didn't want to carry permanent memories of his time spent with Micke. Sean's thoughts jumped to his girlfriend, Kailyn and overwhelming guilt spread through him, bringing a flush to his cheeks. He'd had to tell her that he went away for a few days, made up some lie about visiting cousins in Maine . . . he could never tell her where he really was . . . could never mention that he was chained up in some vampire's suite, forced to be her sex slave and 'pet'. Sean's eyes went back to Micke, studying her feet again but not really seeing them. A new game, she said . . . he really didn't want to know what it was.
Slipping out of the nightie, Micke pulled her blonde hair into a tight bun away from her face. She then pulled a garment from the closet that looked like nothing more than a bundle of white leather straps. With practiced ease, the vampire slid into the ensemble. It covered the important parts, but only barely - seeming to defy gravity at some points. The swastika tattoo on her creamy skin stood out in stark contrast to the white of the outfit. From a sheath laying on a table, she drew out the Hitler Youth Knife she'd received from the Fuhrer himself. It had a silver blade. She turned back to her pet, amused to see him once again focused on her feet. Striding over to him, she ran one hand along the side of his face before quickly unchaining his collar from the wall. Holding onto the chain, she gave it a tug, pulling him along behind her to another corner of the room. A large white cloth covered something against the wall. Walking up to it, she smiled and pulled away the cloth with a flourish. "Well, what do you think of my new toy?"
Sean blinked, trying to make sense of the straps, chains and blades that hung on the wall, surrounding a huge metal X. Was that a torture wall?
Adrenaline surged through the lukoi's veins, his eyes widening. "Mis-" he swallowed, "Mistress, could I go to the bathroom?" His bladder was about to burst and he needed a minute to get accustomed to the idea that he was about to be strapped to that . . . thing. "Please?" he asked, eyes darting to Micke, clad in her white dominatrix gear.
Micke frowned. He was spoiling her fun. Finally she sighed in frustration and waved a hand at him. "Fine, but be quick about it. We have lots to do, and the whole night to do it in." Her seductive smile took on a tone of maliciousness. He knew where the bathroom was - last night their 'play' had extended to the tub. She was amazed that he'd been able to get the bloodstains out of the white tub. "Don't be long my pet. You don't want me to have to come fetch you" she said, promises of unpleasant things in her voice.
Sean padded away from her, glad that she had agreed. He closed the door behind him and quickly drained his bladder, feeling the pain in his stomach ease a bit. He grimaced as he adjusted the white . . . Speedo thing she made him wear, then washed his hands. He lathered the soap, staring idly at his reflection: the dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, the traces of old wounds and the newer bright red welts that decorated his entire body. His eyes went to the scratches on his chest, the way his ribs showed from barely eating for three days, and finally to the puncture wounds that decorated his neck, wrists and inside of his thighs . . .
She had made a mess out of him.
Sean rinsed the soap from his hands, taking a moment to splash some cool water on his face and neck, washing away the last of the dried blood from Micke's feeding. He sucked in a deep breath, steeled himself, then opened the door and made his way back to . . . her.
Micke was straddling the coffin when Sean re-entered the room. She was proud of the bit of redecorating she'd done for his 'visit'. It had been incredibly difficult to move her huge four-poster bed out of the room, but it was worth it. The coffin was a much better reminder of the fact that a corpse was using him. Swinging her leg over the box, she landed on the floor with barely a sound. She levitated over to him, the same smile on her face. She knew he hated that smile - which of course was why she continued to use it. Running her hands over his body, her fingers paused each time they passed over a mark she'd made. They marked him as hers, at least for another two nights. Time she intended to use to the fullest. Pulling him by the collar again, she led him to the steel X against the wall. "There now my pet, this will be tons of fun." She pushed him up against the X, spreading his legs to strap them to each corner and raising his arms to the upper corners to be strapped. She made sure the bonds were loose - she didn't want him so tightly bound that he couldn't struggle a little. "Comfortable my pet?"
Sean felt a cold sweat break out over his skin. He was forbidden to shift. It was part of the bargain between the lukoi and the vamps. No shifting unless it was requested. His beast was powerless right now and if he lost control of it, he'd be Micke's for another few days to make up for it. He concentrated on keeping that part of him in check, locked deep inside of him. He gave a slight nod, his jaw clenching, "Yes Mistress," he choked out.
Micke's smile spread, allowing her fangs to show. "Good." Gazing over the delectable morsel spread out before her, the vampire stroked the side of his face. "Such a lovely young thing" she murmured. She leaned in and kissed him, not gently. Her lips moved down his neck, pausing to kiss the fresh puncture wounds before continuing to his collarbone. Her hands roamed over his chest and ribs, the nails pressing, but not breaking the skin. Her tongue traced over his pecs, wet and warm, seeking ... and finding his nipples. She loved this. Loved teasing like this. He may have hated her with the fire of a thousand suns, but the body didn't care who was touching it...
Sean felt his lip pull back in a snarl as Micke's attention went to his body, touching, kissing, and licking all over. He wanted to tell her to back off, to keep her vile tongue off of him or he would tear it out . . . but he couldn't do that. He twisted his body a little, trying to keep away from her caresses, but it was no use, the restraints kept his squirms from being successful.
Sean felt a small sound pull from his throat as fingernails brushed the upper part of his thigh and his eyes closed.
Kailyn, he had to think of Kailyn. His stomach clenched, his blood beginning to rush to his groin. NO! Not Kailyn, he couldn't think of her . . .
His eyes flew open, "Mistress!" he said, his voice edged in panic, "Could you . . . please not do that?"
"What? Don't you like it?" Micke asked, affecting an injured tone. Glancing pointedly at his groin, she raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow. "No, I think you like it. Very much in fact. Don't you my pet?" She lowered herself down, hands stroking along his back and buttocks. Getting to her knees in front of him, she licked along the insides of his thighs. Familiar territory. "Yes, you do like it. Perhaps you don't want to, but you can't hide it my pet." Raising back up again, she pressed herself tightly against him, her ample bosom pressing against the scratch marks on his chest as she kissed him deeply. Breaking away, she looked directly into his eyes, daring him to match her gaze. "I think you should be grateful, young one."
Sean stared at a spot just above her head, refusing to meet her gaze. He had to answer her; he knew he had to. Last time he didn't, and . . . Sean pushed that thought away.
"I - I do like it, Mistress," he gulped, his eyes closing, "I like it too much." He could feel his heart pounding against her breasts where they pressed against his chest, "Please?" His voice cracked, and he hated it . . .
Smiling at his choked admission, Micke relented. "Very well little lukoi. There are many other games to play anyway. Though you may not like them quite as much." Pulling away from Sean, the vampire moved to the side of her little toy. The Hitler Youth Knife glinted in the low light. This would be the first time she introduced the silver blade into their play, and she couldn't wait. Holding it in front of his face, she examined it. "Do you know what this is my pet?"
Sean looked at the knife, bringing his mind around to her question. "It's a Nazi knife, isn't it?" he hesitated, "Mistress." He studied it, noting the gleam of the blade. That wasn't steel. Sweat beaded his forehead as he put two and two together. It was silver. She was going to cut him up with a silver blade . . .
"Oh, it's much more than a simple 'Nazi knife' my pet. This is a Hitler Youth Knife. Only the chosen of the Fuhrer carry these. I got mine from the big man himself." Micke thought back on that day fondly. The day she had received the Dark Kiss. Returning to the present, she pressed the knife to her fingertip, and pushed. Blood seeped from the wound and she traced it across Sean's lower lip, leaving a trail of blood. Even as she pulled it away, the small cut began to clot. A resistance to silver, no matter how weak, always came in handy. "This pretty little knife is rather special, as I think you may have noticed. I do hope this won't be too uncomfortable for you my pet" she said. Pressing the tip to his chest, she made a quick slice, leaving a bright red mark as the blood was freed.
Sean's jaw clenched as his breath hissed from between his teeth. Fucking bitch! She was cutting him up with a silver knife! He'd scar, need stitches . . .
"Mistress!" he gasped out, watching his blood slowly seep down his skin. He licked his lips, tasting the blood there and felt his eyes shift, bleeding to green.
The slice in his skin burned with the effects of the silver, "Mistress . . ."
Another movement and there was another mark parallel to the first. "Yes my pet?" Micke licked a bit of Sean's blood from the blade, not even feeling the slight burn from the silver. She laughed low in her throat at seeing the green animal eyes. "Oooh, you don't seem to have as much control over your little beast as I thought. Pity, because we've only gotten started. Well my pet, unless you'd like to spend another few fun-filled days in my tender care, I suggest you reign in your furry side." Two more slashes and a bleeding 'M' decorated the werewolf's chest, directly over his heart. Stepping back to examine her handiwork, Micke smiled. "A bit sloppy, but I suppose it will have to do." She set aside the knife and leaned down to lick up a trail of blood. "A little something for you to remember me by, little puppy."
Sean felt his chest rising and falling with his quickened breath and an annoying drop of sweat hovered just over his eye. He was going to be marked forever . . . Kailyn would ask what happened and he'd have to lie to her some more.
An 'M' . . . what would he tell her it stood for?
"Mistress," he choked out, "Please, use steel. I - I don't want scars . . ."
His beast paced inside of him, moving behind his eyes like a dark cloud, waiting for the moment when it would be released. Sean pushed it back forcefully and it retreated, taking its eyes with it.
Micke laughed aloud. "What, don't you want to remember the wonderful time we've spent together?" Her ringing laughter abruptly stopped as her pet's eyes shifted back to brown. "So, I see you've gotten yourself under control, have you puppy? We can't have that." Picking up a plain steel knife, she grabbed hold of his only garment and quickly cut it from him. The blade nicked his side, but she paid it no heed. It would heal in a matter of seconds. Naked now in front of her, the vampire decided it was time to take things to the next level. Slipping her hand down his body, she wrapped it around his hard length. "I think it's time we get to know one another better my pet."
Sean felt panic surge up within him and a fine tremor ran through him. "No!" he said, his voice suddenly clear. He closed his mouth immediately, knowing by now how much Micke hated to be disobeyed. His breathing came faster and faster, threatening to pull the oxygen from his head until he passed out. "No," he said again, softer this time, twisting away from her. "Mistress, please," he practically begged, "Don't do this." His eyes darted around wildly, "Use the blades again, the steel ones, please."
Micke's other hand moved like a lightning flash, striking the side of Sean's face. "I've been quite accommodating enough I think, my -pet-! I -will- have what I want!" Her face was almost inhuman, her eyes gone cold and dead. Then almost as quickly as it had sprung up, her rage disappeared. "Now look what you did. And I was trying so hard not to be mean." She cuddled up to him and started stroking him. "Don't worry now puppy. I won't be mean again if you don't provoke me. Try to enjoy yourself." Kneeling in front of him, she drew him into her mouth, even as her nails dug into his buttocks.
Sean gasped; the sting from Micke's slap contrasting so sharply with what she was doing to him. His eyes closed tightly as he tried to control his erratic breathing. He had to calm down; he had to think . . .
Oh God! He fucking hated Kevin so much! Yes, focus on that. He thought of rising through the pack, declaring himself Fenrir and tearing Kevin to shreds. So much blood . . .
His eyes opened again, startling green as he stared down at Micke doing her thing. He tried not to feel it, pictured ripping her throat open . . .
Sean's rage was a nearly palpable thing beating down on her, and Micke was laughing inside. She had no doubt that given half a chance, he would rip her to shreds. Assuming he was able. She worked on him for a few more moments, decades of long practice coming into play. Finally she stopped and rose to her feet. Wrapping her arms around him, she kissed him hard, feeling his rock hard length nearly stabbing into her leg. Pulling back, she licked her lips, a purely evil smile on her face. "Enjoying yourself puppy? I sure hope so, because it gets even better from here on out" she promised. Grabbing hold of the steel X, she pulled, and the whole contraption moved away from the wall. There were wheels on the base, and she pulled it farther into the center of the room. She quickly released the straps holding Sean and moved him to the side. Releasing a catch the contraption rotated to a horizontal position, the flat surface of the back facing upward. Resetting the catch, the vampire sat on the edge of it, her feet spread apart and firmly planted on the ground. Holding a knife in one hand she smiled at Sean. "On your knees and crawl to me my pet."
Sean's initial reaction was to bolt, to run from this hell and never return, but he couldn't do that. It would only make things worse if he did. Anger, he had to stay mad, that would get him through this. Luckily, it was easy to stay angry with Micke barking out orders . . .
Sean swallowed, his expression dark as he slowly dropped down to his knees. He didn't look at her, refused to look at her and instead let his eyes land on her feet again as he crawled toward her with the natural grace of a lycanthrope. He stopped as he reached her, forcing himself to steady his breath, then let his eyes flick up to her face briefly before lowering them again to stare at the floor.
"Now my pet, we will play a little game of trust. I am going to give you this knife. You are going to cut my little outfit from my body, one strap at a time. If I feel the slightest prick of the blade, you will be punished. And don't bother trying to kill me little puppy. Even if you survive, your life will be forfeit." Micke tossed the knife in the air, catching it almost negligently by the blade. "Play nice and you will be rewarded." She held the knife out to Sean.
Sean felt elation surge through him as he wrapped his hand around the hilt. He had a knife; he could get out of this! As quickly as the thought entered his mind though, he dismissed it. He would belong to Micke permanently if he pulled a stunt like that. Unless he killed her . . .
Sean reached out, carefully sliding the edge of the blade under one of the straps on Micke's side. The leather creaked as he pulled on it and he had to exert more force on it that he expected, but finally the first strap severed with a light sigh of the leather. His hands were shaking as he moved on to the next one, trying not to make any move that could be taken as hostile. He didn't want her to think that he was going to try to hurt her.
Micke smiled down on Sean as he worked. This was going to be a turning point - either he would try to kill her, or he would obey. Depending on his action, he would be rewarded or punished accordingly. As the straps were cut, revealing more and more of her smooth, perfect skin, the vampire ran a hand over the short stubble that was his hair. "You should grow it out my pet. There's nothing to hold onto" she idly mused.
Sean hesitated over the next strap, hating her words. It made him never want to let his hair grow at all, just to spite her, to prove that her opinion didn't matter to him. He felt his jaw tighten as he moved onto the next strap, this one running up over her shoulder. He had to reached for it, since he was still on his knees and when the leather split it bared her breast, so close to his face. He bit his lip, trying not to let the flesh catch his attention; after all, he had seen her naked before . . .
A gleam of triumph shone in Micke's eyes as she saw Sean bite his lip. He was trying so hard not to be affected by it all. How cute. She put her arms behind her and inhaled deeply. Her breasts thrust forward, the one still covered straining against the leather, the other brushing against Sean's face. They were perfect, firm, and completely natural DD's. 'Ignore -that-, my pet...' she thought, grinning wickedly. "You are doing very well my pet. I think I may just have to reward you for such excellent behavior" she said aloud.
"Yes, Mistress," Sean muttered, ignoring the brush of her nipple along his jaw. He moved to the next strap and sliced it, the leather outfit dropping down to hang from her waist. This time he didn't even let his eyes land on her breasts, instead studying a tiny silvery scar near her collarbone. He idly wondered how she had gotten it, but it was so small and insignificant that she probably didn't remember. He moved onto the next strap, cutting the leather, hearing the tiny release of the leather . . .
A frown swept across Micke's face and was gone in an instant. Not that he would have noticed. He was getting much better at distancing himself. That couldn't be allowed. There were only three straps holding the outfit onto her body - two around her hips and one going between her legs. "The middle one last my pet, and carefully. We don't want to spoil your reward," she instructed.
Sean nodded and mumbled again, "Yes Mistress," his voice monotone. His hands went to the strap on her right hip, splitting the leather easily, then to the left hip. His eyes went to the strip of leather running between her legs and he carefully maneuvered the blade under the leather, cutting slowly. As the last of the leather parted, the knife caught the inside of Micke's thigh and Sean froze, his eyes widening in horror as a tiny bright bead of blood blossomed there. "Mistress, I--" he stopped, hand dropping the knife out of instinct, "I'm sorry."
Micke looked down at the pinprick on her thigh. She lowered her hand and wiped up the blood. The wound underneath had already closed. Taking Sean's head in her other hand, she pressed the finger to his lips. "Clean it off" she commanded, her voice betraying nothing of her reaction. He was terrified, and though she was no Mora, or night hag, she could almost taste it...
Sean obediently opened his mouth, sucking the blood from the tip of her finger. His eyes were still lupine green and they darted down to the wound, relieved to see that it had already closed. His own wounds were still seeping blood, he noticed, dripping slowly from the slices on his chest. He raised his eyes, staring at her lips, waiting for some sort of punishment that he was sure was to come.
Slowly, Micke's lips spread into a smile. This was what she loved most - this feeling of power. He was waiting for her word, to find out what she would do to him. Well, she had learned that sometimes the waiting was worse than the actual punishment. She would test the theory. In any case, he was likely going to view his 'reward' as punishment anyway. She grasped the remains of her outfit and dropped it to the floor, completely naked before him. "Before you are punished, we shall first see to your reward." The smile held a new quality now - anticipation. "Taste of me, my sweet little puppy."
Sean pulled away a little, his green eyes flashing. No. He wouldn't. He . . . couldn't. Kailyn. He'd cheated on her; though he hadn't done anything of his own free will, he had cheated on her. His conscience felt like a weight on his shoulders, pushing down on him, and he felt like he was about to choke on the guilt. His eyes went to the spot between her legs and he gulped, nervousness swirling into his belly. He couldn't . . .
"Hesitation will only make it worse my pet." In Micke's hand was the Hitler Youth Knife. She rested the blade on his cheek for a moment. "Perhaps you would prefer that we introduce my little blade into our play from now on?" She pulled the blade back, leaving behind a light burn mark. "Either way ... I win." She grinned evilly, "And I wonder how you will explain a nice M on your cheek to match the one on your chest. Your precious Kailyn may not be very understanding" she mused. "I wonder ... perhaps she might enjoy these games more. Maybe I should call on her..."
Sean's stomach tightened as Micke mentioned Kailyn. That bitch had no right to even breathe her name . . .
His eyebrows lowered in disgust as he settled down on his heels, palms sweating. He had to do it; he had no choice. Micke was more powerful than he was, she would own him before the night was out if he didn't do as she said. He licked his lips nervously and then leaned forward, doing as he was told, tentatively . . .
Micke purred her approval. "Yesss. Good dog. I knew you would see it my way." Her hand encircled his head, pressing him closer. "Don't be shy now. If you do a good job, it will be over sooner my pet." She was sorry that she'd only have him for another few days. Ah well, soon enough she would have him back - Kevin would be only too happy to oblige once she was finished with him. Oh, perhaps Brigid wouldn't be very happy about that ... but what she didn't know... The vampire let out a low moan. "Very good my pet... Very good..."
Sean's mind was reeling, turning in circles as he tried to block out her words, the sound of her voice. He thought of Kailyn, closed his eyes and pictured her in Micke's place. Instead of Micke's throaty moans he heard Kailyn's almost shy sounds, her quickened breathing. Instead of Micke's manicured hands touching him, it was Kailyn's small soft hands, the short unpainted nails. He thought of Kailyn, of the night she had first let him do this to her, how embarrassed she had been, how shy. He remembered how eager he had been, how patient he'd had to be, how much he'd had to restrain himself . . .
So lost in his thoughts was he, that he hadn't realized that his hands had slipped up to Micke's thighs, rubbing softly.
Surprised to feel Sean's hands touching her with what seemed to be tenderness, Micke moaned, her head falling back. Her pet knew what he was doing, and by all that was holy, he seemed to be getting into it! She knew that she'd be able to get to him; it had just been a matter of time, that was all. Lowing her chin to her chest, she got a good look at his face. His eyes closed ... a dreamy expression on his face ... almost as if he was... Her own face twisted into a mask of rage. He was sending his mind somewhere else, pretending she wasn't even there. Likely he imagined that weak little whore in her place. Unacceptable. Grabbing him by the neck, she lifted him up so he was face to face with her. "I'm afraid that thoughts of your sweet Kailyn are not allowed when you're with me, my pet," she said, almost spitting out the last word. Twisting around she dumped him on the flat surface on his back. He was still hard, and she crawled over him, positioning herself above him. "From now on my pet, every time you close your eyes, I will cut you," she said. The silver knife sat waiting next to them as she slowly lowered herself on him. "Do -not- disappoint me again my pet."
Sean felt rage build up in him again as he suddenly found himself on his back and Micke above him. BITCH! He wanted to shift and tear her apart until she was nothing but quivering lumps of flesh; he wanted to feel his claws sinking into that perfect skin . . .
The thought excited him more than the woman above him did and his lip pulled back in a snarl, his wolf eyes narrowing. For the first time that night he met her eyes for longer than a second, stared hard into her eyes, filling them with every ounce of hatred he had for her . . .
For just an instant, Micke felt a thrill of fear as Sean met her eyes. There was a force behind them. Easily recognizable hate, but something else as well. She was getting a glimpse of his power. Ooooh, he was one to watch. He may not have much power now, but he had potential. And all that power was directed at her. He wanted her dead. Her own eyes narrowed into cold hard slits. "Do you want to fight me, my pet? Watch my blood run out of my body? I think you do. I think you'd kill me if given half a chance." She began to move on top of him. "I think perhaps I shouldn't give you that chance." Her eyes locked with his, she pushed her power into him - rolling his mind. "I do hope you enjoy yourself......."
..........Sean felt his mind slowly clear, like a fog being lifted. His nose twitched, scents tickling along his senses: steel, silver, the sharp tang of blood and finally . . . Micke. Sean's body tensed as he came to complete consciousness. He was on the floor, facedown on the gleaming cherry wood floors, half of his body on one of the plush white rugs. He pushed himself up; his breath coming in short, panicked bursts from his lungs as his eyes scanned the apartment for Micke. What the hell happened?
Even as the thought formed, images came back, clouding his memory with vague half seen shapes. He remembered Micke rolling his mind, remembered the pleasure, the feel of her body under his hands. And ... other figures. All ... men. He winced, his stomach clenching as it fought to rebel.
He hadn't been able to stop any of them, he'd been powerless . . .
He forced himself to relax, to take a deep breath and slow his pounding heart. He heard the vague splash of water coming from the bathroom and Sean got unsteadily to his feet. There were new marks on his body and blood seeped from more than a few of them, running slowly down his skin. His muscles ached, like he had been training for a boxing match, but he knew it wasn't from overworking them, just from simple physical exhaustion.
Sean made his way toward the bathroom, stopping in the hallway just before reaching the door. He knew that she'd sense him, if not hear him, but he wasn't quite ready to see her yet . . .
The warm water slid over Micke's arms, washing away the last traces of blood. Her body was marked in various places, and she allowed herself a smile of remembered pleasure. Once his inhibitions were out of the way, the little puppy was quite the lover. Speaking of which... She could hear his breathing from just outside the doorway. Chuckling softly, she leaned back in the tub. "Come in, lover. No sense in standing out in the hallway all by yourself. Marcello and Alain have all gone home for the night." She stretched her body out above the water, a cat-like smile on her face. "Besides, I think you could do with a bath as well."
Sean hesitated, then took two steps forward until he could see into the bathroom. His brown eyes took in the teeth prints on Micke's shoulder and the swell of her breast, various scratches that disappeared into the water. He remembered causing similar wounds to one of the male vamps as he'd felt him thrust into his body... His mind emptied of every conscious thought as he swayed on his feet, his stomach knotting around itself. He was going to be sick.
Sean lurched toward the toilet, barely making it there before the bile rose in his throat. His stomach was empty, had been for days, so his body instead submitted itself to an awful case of the dry heaves.
When his stomach finally settled, he crawled away from the toilet, his back hitting the wall. He felt tears burn at the back of his eyes and was surprised to feel them there. He hadn't cried since he was young, not even when he became infected. It all had been met by mute disbelief as Dr. Carol Renson broke the news to him. Now though, now he was a slave, forced to cheat on his girlfriend, forced to endure such awful things and now he felt tears, though they didn't spill over. He stared at the wall in front of him, refusing to look at the vampire in the bathtub.
Micke watched the display with the smile still in place. So, the little puppy had finally broken. She felt a surge of triumph, mixed with ... regret?! She frowned. Not an emotion that she was used to. She viciously suppressed it. She was only doing what was her right. "What's this my pet? Tears? Now what in the world do you have to be crying about?" she wondered aloud. "You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself earlier. I must admit, I didn't think you had it in you. Of course, it's in -me- now..." she said, smiling cruelly. She enjoyed twisting in the knife.
Sean blinked back the tears, his face hardening at Micke's malicious words. He refused to look at her, his jaw clenching in anger. She had tricked him into doing something he hadn't wanted to do, had used vampire mind tricks on him. Fucking bitch. He lowered his eyes, studying the crisscrossing slashes on his chest, the scratches and the bruises that covered his body. He was free right now; granted, the white collar was still about his neck, but the chain was no longer present, he was no longer restrained . . .
Sean pushed the thought away. He had to get through this without incident, had to get through the next two nights and then he could go home. Home to Kailyn, to the pack . . .
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As Sean finished his story, Bekah only then noticed that tears streamed down her face. She'd only seen Micke Braun a handful of times, and the last was when a child vampire named Madeleine had killed her. Someone had mentioned that the child vamp was sired by Micke during World War II - a Holocaust survivor ... sort of. In any case, those few times were enough that she believed everything Sean said about her and more. "My God....", she whispered, but the words caught in her throat. There was nothing she could say... Nothing that could stand up to the haunted look in Sean's eyes.
It wasn't as bad as he'd thought, Sean mused. It was worse. He'd never breathed a word of this ... to anyone. And now Bekah knew it all. He knew she wouldn't tell, but it was strange, having shared it. For years it had been his secret pain, locked away for him to occasionally bring out and poke at, just to see if it still hurt. And it did. But somehow the pain was less now. More a memory of pain. He reached out an arm for Bekah...
And she fell into his embrace; giving him the comfort he needed, letting the pain wash away in their mingled tears.
The End