She's Not Afraid

Chapter Nine

WARNING: VERY Mature and Sexual content

Not knowing how he did it, Vlad survived that day. It had been the first time in a while he had stayed up during the day. Frankly, he was quite tired.

Vlad had kept a watchful eye on Nicoleta and her apartment. He wanted to make sure her ex, Alexander, didn't come anywhere near his woman. He would never live with himself if he allowed harm to befall her. Vlad returned to her apartment every night and had Scotty watch her during the day. Several times he had tried to convince Nicoleta to file a police report against Alex, but she refused. She said there was no point because Alex had connections. Vlad would have done it himself, but that meant the police might start looking into his personal affairs as well.

"Please, Vlad. I promise to call the police if I see Alex," she repeated.

"But what if it's too late? What if they can't reach you? I can't reach you in time?" he pressed.

"That won't happen. I know you'll always be there to protect me. Please, just leave this alone," she begged.

Vlad saw in her eyes that she was utterly terrified but didn't want to focus on this. She didn't want to talk about Alex anymore because the man terrified her. Vlad moved closer to her and pressed her to his chest. "I know you'll always be here for me. Promise me you will," she whimpered. Vlad sighed, "I promise I will. I'm sorry I pushed you. I just worry for your safety." Her hands gripped onto his shirt, and he held her tighter. "No harm will come to you. I promise," he whispered. A small hand traveled from his waist and suddenly smacked his ass. Nicoleta pulled away, giggling up a storm as she rushed to the bedroom. "You won't get away so easily, my love," he purred chasing after her. Cheating at this game of cat and mouse, he tapped into his supernatural speed to catch her and pick her up quickly. Tossing her on the bed, he shed his shirt and slacks as he watched her throw her clothes off to reveal her scanty undergarments.

"I have something I want you to do," she said sitting on her knees, resting her hands on his bare shoulders.

"And what's that?" he smirked.

"Don't hold back. Don't be afraid to hurt me," she whispered, cheeks glowing with a blush.

Vlad hesitated.

"I trust you not to hurt me, Vlad. I like it rough," she smirked.

At the sound of those words, something snapped. If she wanted it rough, he'd give her exactly that. He shoved her down on the bed, "Whatever pleases you." His fingers latched onto the the waist band of her panties. Instead of sliding them off, he simply ripped them off her body making a gasp escape her perfect lips. "You will address me as master, and you'll do as I say," he growled. The sound of his dominating voice made her shiver with pleasure. Before she could comprehend what he was doing, Vlad had dove between her legs, latching his mouth onto her intimate lips. "Sweet Jesus!" she cried. He held her legs open and still, so she wouldn't move around and escape the pleasurable torture he ensued on her. Her delicate fingers laced into his long locks, tugging softly at first then harder as he started to lightly nibble. Her hips attempted to roll into his mouth, trying anything to stimulate her closer to her climax. "Please," she whimpered. His lips left her, an instead gaze staring at her. "Please...what? Tell your master what you want," he growled.

Her eyes met his, and she shivered, "Fuck me!" Vlad reacted quickly, lunging up her body coming face to face with her. "Such foul words should not leave that beautiful mouth of yours, pet. I have a better idea of what you can do with that mouth," he smirked. He rolled suddenly to where he lay on his back with her on top. "Now, pet, let's find out exactly what those pretty lips and tongue can do," he growled, swatting her ass. Nicoleta moaned and began to crawl down his body. She was slow to pull his boxers down with her small hands. Vlad grunted when she grasped him in her hands and her mouth followed. He thrusts his hips up into forcing her to take more of him. Vlad didn't push too hard not wishing to choke the woman.

The feel of her moaning around him had him shuddering. She was truly the only woman in this world that could bring him to his knees. Metaphorically and literally. "Such a good pet," he moaned. Vlad suddenly jerked her off of him, making her suddenly gasp for air. Nicoleta looked at him confused before he whispered, "I need you now." He picked her up and set her on all fours. She glanced over her shoulder at him lining himself up behind her. Vlad bent down and ran his lips along her spine, feel her shiver against his mouth, "If you want me to stop, say the word, and I will." She did not indicate any word or gesture of objection, so he proceeded.

Vlad suddenly thrust into her, and she rocked forward, crying out in pleasure. There was suddenly a banging and muffled yelling from the other side of the wall. He smirked, "Let's give them something to complain about." Nicoleta screamed as Vlad began to pound into her senselessly. The sounds she made were like sweet music to his ears, and they were all because of him. His name fell from her beautiful lips, and her body shook and pushed against his in pleasure. She had never felt any pleasure like this before. Vlad felt her wrap around him like a vice and scream his name before collapsing on the bed from utter exhaustion, "M-master." That's all it took for his undoing. He suddenly felt his release bring him to a shattering halt, and he fell atop her breathing heavy.

Of course he had not given her the full blunt of his unnatural strength, but even that had him gasping for breath. "Damn," he whispered. All was quiet except for their panting filling the void. Suddenly, a chorus of banging and complaints from the other side of the walls echoed through the quiet. Vlad smirked satisfied in more than just one way.

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Days went on, and there was no sign of Alex. Vlad was very thankful for that. Thankful he did not have to go to that dark place again. If he could keep his secret from Nicoleta, he would. He knew he couldn't hide it forever, and in his bones he felt a storm brewing. A storm that would toss the veil of deceit he had created to keep his dark monstrous self hidden from this sweet angel.