Okay, this is basically another one of Jack's stories. It has nothing to do with Caleb or Elena, as it's about 3050 years after that and Elena is of course dead. Caleb has vanished from Jack's life and he is now an RS teacher at a boarding school in Wales for the supernatural. It's actually set in Sorrento, Italy, which is basically at the foot of Mount Vesuvius and it involves five other supernaturals (two werewolves and three psychics) trying to remind Jack that he doesn't need to deprive himself of 'enjoyment'. Definitely an M rating so if you're uncomfortable with adult themes my advice is don't read this.
Jack loved his Sorrento house. The only problem with it was that it brought back far too many painful memories. He tried to block them out but he only partially succeeded so he fell asleep with his once-wife’s voice in his ear.
The moment he felt ropes he jerked awake. Unfortunately, whoever had snuck into his room had done the sensible thing first, which was blindfold him so he had to pause momentarily, giving his attacker the opportunity to finish tying him up. Gently, he pulled on the ropes and felt no give in them whatsoever. That wasn’t good.
The first thing he felt was a gentle touch at the base of his throat. He tried to move away from it and escape, because it felt weird and surprisingly good, but the ropes held fast. He couldn’t hear anything either and there was a gag tied very tightly over his mouth so he couldn’t speak or make a sound that might wake the others. No human could do this and that made him wonder whether he ought to start fearing for his life right about now.
His sense of touch was still perfectly intact so he felt the soft silky hair brush down his chest. It in that moment he realised that whoever had done this had known that in Italy especially he slept without clothes and so he was completely exposed to them. That made him very nervous. The last time he had been completely exposed to someone was over a thousand years ago and no-one had ever been able to work him like Marie had.
Stood over him, one of his best friends smiled when she noticed his breathing speed up a little bit. It was obvious to her how nervous they were making him but she could see the tension in his body, day in and day out. Her husband and friends pitied him, so they had decided to team up and tease him a little bit, just enough to let him remember what it was like to be in a physical relationship. Then maybe he would get over his hermit-like mindset and delve into the feminine world.
Bizarrely, the only girl he would let touch him was the most recent of his vampire ‘children’. Eva could soothe him, which she noticed, or fiercely excite him, which she usually didn’t. However she was fourteen and he was her RS teacher, so it was a little bit weird.
Gently, Sophie leaned forward and gently blew on the inside of his leg, not on his manhood but close enough that he could feel himself getting hard. Jack of course still had no idea what was happening and he didn’t know that he was completely safe. What he did realise was that, no matter what happened afterwards, whoever had tied him up was going to get some fun out of him first.
Sophie knew exactly what she was doing. Over three centuries of making her husband writhe under her gave her plenty of experience to call on. She didn’t need to be so rough, considering a vampire’s skin was so much more sensitive than the skin of a werewolf but she figured changing the pace sometimes would excite him more.
Jack couldn’t remember the last time a woman had touched him like that and this woman was definitely skilled. Her nails were perfectly manicured, not too long or short, so when she ran her index finger down his stomach and close to his manhood, he gritted his teeth and tried not to arch his back. Maybe abstaining for so long was making it harder to fight back now because these sensations felt ridiculously strong, stronger than he remembered them.
