I traded my pants in for a sleek pencil skirt and some dressier shoes, deciding on a pair of classic high heels. Cade appraised me with an approving eye when I walked out, finding him waiting by the door. He opened the door for me, a smirk playing on his lips. Breezing through I headed toward his car with him hot on my heels. We slid in silently and he began to drive, the car headed toward our destination in no hurry. Unconsciously I began to fidget with my hands, picking at the cuticles on my nails; Cade’s free hand covered mine.
“Stop fussing Sloane” he said knowingly, his eyes cutting to me briefly then down to our linked hands. I sighed.
“I can’t,” I huffed out. He knew it too, he knew exactly why. His mother put me on edge, and not just a little bit; but something about her seriously gave me majorly bad feelings. I alway
TRIGGER WARNING TORTURE AND REFERENCE TO RAPECADE Sloane was tossing and turning in her sleep, her breaths shallow and quick. Usually I was up and down during the night, not needing as much sleep as she did. As a vampire I needed my rest of course, but I could operate just fine on a solid four to six hours of sleep. Sloane, I was finding out, needed more like eight to nine. Which was absolutely fine, it also afforded me the opportunity to be up before her and drink her in. It was about three in the morning and the moonlight was just streaming in our room slightly, enough to cause a small sliver of it to light up her face in a small section right underneath her eyes. The slice of moonlight across her face only highlighted her beauty as it slanted across her cheekbones and across the bridge of her nose, the freckles there visible. Her eyelashes fluttered in her slee
SLOANEI was in the shower, rinsing the terrible dream away. Cade had been there when I woke up, and I told him I wanted to clean off first, he had given me a puzzled look but I needed a minute. My head was trying to make sense of these dreams with this particular woman. What was wrong with me I wondered, as I scrubbed my face clean. Who was this woman who haunted me, her and her past; was she real or a figment of my apparently overactive imagination?Turning the shower off I toweled off before wrapping myself in a fluffy robe and heading toward the smell of bliss. Cade was pouring me a cup of coffee, and gave me an almost shy smile as he held it out to me. I took it gratefully and met his eyes, which held something akin to nervousness.“You were talking in your sleep” he stated quietly, his eyes on mine.
SLOANE I woke up, gasping and choking for breath and found my hands and ankles bound too tightly. Unable to move my hands to reach my face and take stock of my injuries I peeled my dry eyes open to take in my surroundings. I had no idea where I was, nothing seemed familiar at all about this place, the smell of death heavy in the air. Drawing in a deep breath I forced myself to focus on what I saw and heard while evening out my breathing. In for four, out for four, repeat and calm down I told myself as I slowly pushed myself up into a sitting position. My stiff and sore back pressed against the cold wall as I leaned back, willing my body to go slack to give myself more wiggle room. Closing my eyes I focused again, a shard of sunlight coming through a tiny window above me, it bordered on offensive to my eyes that had apparently become used to the dark. A squawk sounded outside, then another and I realized it was
SLOANEThe days both flew and dragged by at the same time. I had never been so bored, house arrest clearly didn’t suit me. I had, in fact, been so bored I had taken up cooking, something to occupy my mind as well as reading. I had requested paints and canvases as well as paper and pen. I would quite honestly do anything to keep myself from going insane out of sheer cabin fever. I had started out drawing stick figures, and I had noticed they had gradually improved, as had everything else I had been trying my hand at. The workout DVDs I had requested had also been brought, which was a nice physical release for me. I also had gotten DVDs of TV shows, movies and it was nice being brought what I wanted. It just wasn't nice being stuck here. They had made sure to be very thorough in not allowing me any sort of internet access, not risking me being able to contact people; and this included any streaming services as well. I was w
CADE Sloane’s body writhed over mine, her skin glistening with sweat as she impaled herself on my cock, her pussy gripping it tightly. Her lithe body moving up and down as I watched myself slide in and out of her. A moan escaped me as my hands rested on her hips, not guiding her but rather letting her take the lead, her hair sticking to her face as she took her pleasure from me. Pleasure coursed through my body as she rode me to her climax, her body squeezing mine as she came beautifully. Cries fell from her lips as her climax washed over her, her pussy clenching me in quick succession and I couldn’t hold back. I felt myself spill deeply into her, gripping her hips with bruising force as I thrust upwards; a low groan in my throat as I did so. She leaned down to whisper into my ear. &ldq
CADE Lulu was not the person I wanted to deal with, so it figured I would have to. The woman was nothing short of psychotic, and if she was involved it only spelled trouble. More eccentric than Theo and just as old she was sneaky, manipulative, completely and utterly obnoxious. Where Theo lived in luxury Lulu lived on a houseboat in Boston Harbour, with her alligator Clarence, who terrorized the local duck population. We had waited until it was an acceptable time to be seen knocking on her door before piling in the car. Emily was less than thrilled while Theo was practically bouncing out of his seat at the thought of seeing Lulu, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. The car bumped along the road to the harbor and I steeled myself. Lulu appeared straightforward while being anything but, the woman talked in riddles. She was fierce, older than Theo but not by much; she was not anyone I wanted t
TRIGGER WARNING: FORCED SEXUAL ENCOUNTER, NOT RAPE. SLOANE I had been holding out hope that Cade would find me, it seemed that it wasn’t going to happen soon enough. I had come into my fertile period and had been informed I would be attended to each night by Nikolas, the vampire who looked like Cade. He had told me in hushed whispers when he brought my meals, a little bit more about himself each time. He was descended from Marius and Andromeda’s child, so he and I had half the same blood; making us related. So incest was going to be happening, though at this point the blood may be too diluted to make a difference. He had been captured by Rosamaria and James, specifically for this; and weakened purposefully so he would be unable to escape. They drained his blood, and refus
SLOANE After Nikolas was taken away and I was checked for proof by Rosamaria, who made me sit against the wall with my legs up for thirty minutes after, I began to hatch a plan. The “supplies” our captors had so generously left us remained untouched at the foot of bed, so I began to go through them. I know they had been left for our pleasure or whatever, but I had a sick feeling that they had been left in case James had to take me by force for his pleasure. Restraints were in there, several different kinds. Under the bed ones as well as the typical ones you would expect for light bondage. There were all kinds of toys, plugs and flogging implements. What was with vampires and their sexual habits? I got a few things out, and placed them by the bed, trying not to let the cameras see too much though if they did hopefully they just assumed I was preparing for tonight. I plucked a plug out of the group,
ONE YEAR LATERCADE “Well if you weren’t so incompetent you wouldn’t have almost burned your house down!” I heard Nikki exclaim, the blast of the fire extinguisher sounding over Theo’s laughter as the maniac vampire cackled. Sloane leaned into me gently, her hand finding mine easily. “Should we go save her? Or him?” She laughed and I smiled. “I think those two are evenly matched.” Nikolas stated as he wandered through Theo’s sitting room, perching on the piano as he tested a few keys. “Hmmm” he cocked his head, “needs tuning.” He
A FEW WEEKS LATERSLOANE Life as a vampire was interesting to say the least. I had been lucky to have survived the turn and have James’ blood made available to me when I awoke with a powerful thirst. I hadn’t lunged for Cade per say but my fangs had elongated when I woke, wanting to be buried in someone’s neck. Cade had given me the tumbler of blood, but that hardly took the edge off. We had ventured downstairs to see what was in the cellar when Theo stopped us, offering me his neck which I didn’t even hesitate to sink my new, sharp, teeth into. It was sheer bliss as his skin parted to give way to me, his warm blood flowing into my mouth, the coppery tang sweet on my tongue. A moan sounded in my throat and I heard both men laughing at me as my cheeks flushed. Unsure of when to stop I pulled back and saw that both of them were grinning widely.
CADE Sloane was glorious in her anger. Her quiet, simmering, steady rage was truly a thing of beauty. She brought the whip down on James’ face again and again as he cried out and convulsed under her ministrations. Her chest heaving with the effort, a sheen of sweat on her brow, eyes hard as steel. He was freely bleeding all over his body, the red liquid tracking down his pale skin in a macabre fashion. Again and again she brutalized him, a sinister smile twisting her pretty lips as she did so. Using each tool at her disposal she cut, sawed, pried and beat his body raw. Pride swelled in my chest, Sloane was vicious when necessary; this I knew from my extensive research on her. Seeing it in action however, that was something different entirely. She was in her element here, the darkness in her taking control and her emotions held at bay by a thin leash. I could see her wanting to lose
TRIGGER WARNING: LIGHT TORTURESLOANE I chewed on the chunk of Clarence as I followed behind Emily, her long brown hair swinging with her steps as we headed to the cellar. Nikolas had gone before us, and I sensed he had needed to, he and Cade were both cut from the same cloth. Both dominant males, and of the same bloodline, the resemblance startling. The need to make James bleed was obvious in both of them, but Emily had gotten a text from Cade saying to come down and drain the bastard, so of course I trailed behind her, wanting to see what they did with him. One Clarence kebab to go clutched in one hand, no way was I giving up my snack; this would be dinner and a show. The stairs wound downward and it looked downright spooky as we descended into the depth of Theo’s house. The man himself had decided to forgo this, leaving it to the others to handle as he cleaned up after his tuss
CADEI strode through the doors to the hotel, my steps as fast as possible. Not even stopping at reception, hearing them call a welcome to me as the three of us disappeared toward the elevators. The penthouses of course were on the top floor, this hotel on the bay and modest in stature compared to my others in the heart of the city. Emily was close on my heels as we bustled into the sleek metal tube, it shooting us up to where I hoped Sloane was; praying we weren’t too late. Theo had his eyes closed as he leaned against the wall of the elevator as we shot upward, Emily put a gentle hand on my arm.“I smell her,” she said, her voice quiet as we got off. So she was here, we had guessed right. Emily stepped in front of us, leading the way with her nose. Thank fuck she had a heightened sense of smell, definitely not a bad ability to have right now. Theo strolled beside
SLOANE After Nikolas was taken away and I was checked for proof by Rosamaria, who made me sit against the wall with my legs up for thirty minutes after, I began to hatch a plan. The “supplies” our captors had so generously left us remained untouched at the foot of bed, so I began to go through them. I know they had been left for our pleasure or whatever, but I had a sick feeling that they had been left in case James had to take me by force for his pleasure. Restraints were in there, several different kinds. Under the bed ones as well as the typical ones you would expect for light bondage. There were all kinds of toys, plugs and flogging implements. What was with vampires and their sexual habits? I got a few things out, and placed them by the bed, trying not to let the cameras see too much though if they did hopefully they just assumed I was preparing for tonight. I plucked a plug out of the group,
TRIGGER WARNING: FORCED SEXUAL ENCOUNTER, NOT RAPE. SLOANE I had been holding out hope that Cade would find me, it seemed that it wasn’t going to happen soon enough. I had come into my fertile period and had been informed I would be attended to each night by Nikolas, the vampire who looked like Cade. He had told me in hushed whispers when he brought my meals, a little bit more about himself each time. He was descended from Marius and Andromeda’s child, so he and I had half the same blood; making us related. So incest was going to be happening, though at this point the blood may be too diluted to make a difference. He had been captured by Rosamaria and James, specifically for this; and weakened purposefully so he would be unable to escape. They drained his blood, and refus
CADE Lulu was not the person I wanted to deal with, so it figured I would have to. The woman was nothing short of psychotic, and if she was involved it only spelled trouble. More eccentric than Theo and just as old she was sneaky, manipulative, completely and utterly obnoxious. Where Theo lived in luxury Lulu lived on a houseboat in Boston Harbour, with her alligator Clarence, who terrorized the local duck population. We had waited until it was an acceptable time to be seen knocking on her door before piling in the car. Emily was less than thrilled while Theo was practically bouncing out of his seat at the thought of seeing Lulu, and for the life of me I couldn’t figure out why. The car bumped along the road to the harbor and I steeled myself. Lulu appeared straightforward while being anything but, the woman talked in riddles. She was fierce, older than Theo but not by much; she was not anyone I wanted t
CADE Sloane’s body writhed over mine, her skin glistening with sweat as she impaled herself on my cock, her pussy gripping it tightly. Her lithe body moving up and down as I watched myself slide in and out of her. A moan escaped me as my hands rested on her hips, not guiding her but rather letting her take the lead, her hair sticking to her face as she took her pleasure from me. Pleasure coursed through my body as she rode me to her climax, her body squeezing mine as she came beautifully. Cries fell from her lips as her climax washed over her, her pussy clenching me in quick succession and I couldn’t hold back. I felt myself spill deeply into her, gripping her hips with bruising force as I thrust upwards; a low groan in my throat as I did so. She leaned down to whisper into my ear. &ldq