Blood Lust

Chapter 3

I woke up while it was still dark. I squirmed slightly, contemplating whether I should get up or not. At some point, the throbbing pain in my skull decided for me. I dragged myself up to grab a glass of water, swinging my legs over the side of my bed. My eyes were struggling to open, however it became pretty easy when my leg got caught on something cold, leaving me to fall helplessly towards the floor. I wheezed as I hit the ground, the breath being knocked out of me as my bare stomach made contact with the cold hardwood. 

I couldn't help but whine slightly as I opened my eyes. I was now aching in more places than one, and the sight of a lavish room that was definitely not my own did nothing to quell my growing panic. I pulled myself into a sitting position while looking around. Of course, I was wearing nothing but my underwear, except the very unfashionable chain that was wrapped around my angle. The metal was surprisingly light as a fairly thin chain reached up towards one of the bedposts. The bed was huge, in a canopy style with sheer black curtains hanging from the rods on top. The sheets were black as well, with a deep red comforter pushed slightly to the side from when I got up. The rest of the room was decorated in this type of fashion as well, mostly black and red with some brown accents here and there. It was beautiful in its own way, if only a bit dull thanks to the repetitive colors. 

Either way, the cramping in my bladder encouraged me to try and work this chain off of my ankle. My shaking fingers did nothing to help me as I attempted to shimmy the metal off of me. Unfortunately, the cuff was small enough that I couldn't get it off, even when my ankle was abnormally skinny. 

Speaking of that... 

I felt my stomach clench before I heard it rumble. I gasped as nausea erupted alongside the pain, leaving me to wrap my arms around myself as I attempted deep breaths. It had never gotten this bad before, and I couldn't help but cry out slightly as another cramp ensued. It didn't take long after that for the door to the room to open, leaving the fucker from last night standing in the doorway. I attempted to snarl at him, only for it to die in throat as his scent finally came to me. The wild look in my eyes quickly turned into something more desperate as he simply stood in the doorway, watching me with his usual handsome smirk. 

"Hello, Darling. Sleep well?" I felt frustration well inside of me, but whatever angry thoughts I had kept being overridden by the delicious smell he was sending my way, leaving me to simply salivate in my spot on the floor. I quickly shot up and attempted to run to him, only for that blasted thing on my ankle to catch me again, leaving me to face plant again on the hard floor. I whined at the pain, looking up desperately at him. "Poor Baby... Can't even walk straight," He coed at me. I shuddered at the sound of his voice, which would have been just as sweet as his blood if not for the condescending undertones. 

I cried out in frustration and pain as more tremors wracked through my body, leaving me to collapse on the floor. I glanced up as his gaze turned calculating. 

"H-hurts..." My voice was scratchy and broken sounding. I continued to tremble through the aftershocks of the pain. 

"What do you need, baby?" He softly asked. I turned my gaze to his, him never moving from his spot leaving against the doorframe. 

"... You!" I cried out again in pain as he watched my expression, which couldn't have been anything other than pain and desperation. He bit his lip, before taking a few steps toward me. He crouched down in front of me as I desperately reached towards him, only getting far enough to pitifully scratch at his shoes. 

"Hmm.. I guess I could help you out, but you have to do something for me in retu-" He didn't have to finish his sentence for me to respond. 

"Anything! ... please," I cut him off, leaving him to grin down at me. 

"If you say so!" He wasted no time in hoisting me onto the bed, lifting me painfully by my armpits. I couldn't find it in me to complain though as he got comfortable against the headboard. I quickly crawled to him, only to be stopped by his hand wrapping around my throat, keeping me at an arms length away from him and the delicious substance that ran through his veins. "Hold on," I watched as he reached over to his nightstand, pulling out a thin, silk rope. I whined in confusion as he made quick work of tying my hands together behind my back. "I don't trust you not to try and strangle me the second you get your fill, so you're gonna have to endure this for a while," I couldn't bring myself to care as he finally pulled down the collar of his shirt. I felt my mouth water at the sight of his neck and collar bone. 

He gave me a smile as I whined in impatience, giving my throat one last squeeze before letting go completely, leaving me to fall forward into his chest with nothing for me to catch myself with. The sound of his beating heart against my ear was enough to make me almost go crazy as shimmied my way up towards his neck. I barely gave him a chance to move his head to the side before I closed in, my teeth sinking beautifully into his smooth flesh. I felt him jolt underneath me, as well as the feeling of something growing against my stomach where I straddled him. My body has a similar reaction as soon as his sweet blood touched my lips, leaving me to moan against his neck as blood filled my cock. For the first time ever, I didn't hesitate nor, did I recoil, as I allowed myself to gorge on the feast in front of me. The only response I got from him was a slight increase in his breaths as well as his hands that had made there way to my waist and gently rubbed the flesh there. Before I knew it I had started to grind against him, my underwear covered cock rubbing against his clothed cock. The sensation was diluted but still so delicious feeling when combined with the sweetness dribbling from his neck. I gently pulled my fangs out of his neck and replaced it with my tongue as I lapped at the area, my hips moving faster and faster against his. I moaned out as his hand wormed its way into my pants, only to gasp in pain as his fingers wrapped around the base of my cock instead of helping me finish. 

"You can't cum yet, baby. You have to save it for me ok? Can you hold out a little longer?" His voice was slightly breathless as he asked. I could barely comprehend his words, and it took a pinch to the sensitive flesh of my thigh for me to finally stop the movement of my hips. I laid my head against his chest as I tried to control my hips. I couldn't help but tremble at the exertion of it all. I whimpered at the harsh contact on my cock, but silenced myself as he gently pushed me backwards onto the bed, his other hand lowering me by the back of my neck. He waisted no time in situating himself between my thighs, scooting back slightly so his face hovered right above my aching cock. A short moment of clarity spurred me to shy away from his touch, the sensation of his hot breath against me leaving me feeling sensitive. I whined as he hushed me, dragging my hips back towards him easily and wrapping his arms around my thighs, holding me in place. 

"I told you, Puppy. You have to do something for me now and this is it," His voice sounded impatient as he scolded me, leaving me feeling like I was gonna cave in on myself or something. Those thoughts left quick. I cried out as wet heat enveloped my weeping cock, arching my back as far as his arms would let me, providing a moment of relief to my hands that had started to go numb from my body weight. 

"W-wait! Hgn... stop!" He simply ignored me, playing on my sensitivity as his tongue licked up the underside of my cock, leaving me trembling with nowhere to go, my hips being firmly planted on the sheets, and the strength in his arms keeping me from closing my thighs. I let out moan after moan as he skillfully worked me up, before it finally hit. 

"Hah... Oh my god, oh my g-" For a second my voice got stuck in my throat, leaving the obscene noises below me to fill the room. Eventually it came back in the form of a hoarse cry as I thrashed in his arms. In all my movement he never let up, forcing himself down fully without looking like he was straining at all. I felt his throat constrict as he swallowed around me, catching everything he could. It wasn't until my cries of pleasure turned to pain that he finally started moving back up, squeezing every last drop out of me with his hands as I shuddered in over stimulation. He came of me with a pop, my limp cock slapping me in the stomach. My gaze was unfocused as I stared at the ceiling, a broken whimper escaping me as he ran his warm hands down my sides. He groaned in appreciation at my expression. 

"Holy shit... Good boy. Good job my darling. So good for me," His expression was almost as blissed out as mine was. The only thing I could think to say after all of that was simple. 

"... Who even are you?"