Your Beloved Masters

Bite Me!

My eyes fluttered open groggily as I took in my surroundings. Of course, Master Klaus' room. He bit me. My hand flew to the side of my neck, wincing at the sudden pain it gave. The silken sheets beneath me caressed my body and the heavy comforter warmed me, but it still wasn't enough to relax my heart going ninety miles an hour or my anger that simmered like an Italian soup.

"Master Klaus! What is the meaning of this?" I narrowed my eyes at the half-naked man that just emerged from the connected bathroom, drying his long, blond hair with a small towel. He just smirked silently, giving me a once-over with his eyes.

"What?" I scowled, staring the man dead in the eye. He shrugged. "Just...admiring how nice you look naked in my bed." My jaw hung open and my cheeks warmed as I ducked my head in hopes he was wrong.

"You-you..."

"I what?" He grinned devilishly. "Handsome prince? Naughty Master?" "Fucking pervert!" I cried, throwing a pillow at him, striking him in the head, and watched him go down on the floor. I bunched up the sheet and wrapped it around me like a dress, running to his door.

"Help! VIncent! Sir Tesla! Drew!" I cried, banging my unoccupied fist on the door. "Let me ou--" I gasped in surprise as a hand drew over my mouth. "You insolent bitch," Klaus growled in my ear. He dragged me back over the bed, holding me down to the mattress by my wrists. I whimpered in fear as his other hand went rummaging through his nightstand, withdrawing a knife. "Please don't kill me," I whispered. He hardly glanced at me. "I won't."

He tore through his sheets with the knife, making little strips. One strip attached my wrists to the metal hook on his headboard, one strip attached my ankles together, and one was shoved in my mouth and went around my mouth, like a gag.

"There," he ran a finger over my cheek. "Now you can't cry." He braced his hand next to my head and leaned over me. His lips went to my neck, and I braced myself for the pain that comes with those nasty bites. My heart fluttered in delight as he sucked on my throat with his lips. I could feel my cock rise with each kiss, and there were undoubtedly several bruises on my neck. My body started squirming beneath him, trembling, quaking.

"Now everybody knows you're mine." He purred, withdrawing his lips from my neck. "Now everybody will stop looking at you because you're mine!" I stared up at him in confusion and frustration. "I've seen the way they look at you," he seethed. "Vincent, the servants, the butler, the driver. They just want you, they want your blood," His hand graced my throat. "Your body," the hand slid down to tweak at my nipple, making me arch up. He chuckled. "But you know you're mine, your body acts so deliciously to my ministrations."

I gasped through the gag as Klaus proudly displayed his fangs. He lifted my left leg, guiding his nose up my thigh until it was just below my member. He opened his jaws wide and lowered his mouth--

Bang! Bang!

"Klaus!" Vincent shrieked. "I know you're in there." Klaus lowered my leg and retracted his fangs before rolling his eyes. With a sigh, he stood up and opened the door just a bit, to where Vincent couldn't see me. "Why dear brother, if you wanted me to have you in my bed, you could've just asked."

My flawless, gorgeous prince who dressed as a rich nerd scoffed. "I'm not here for that," he growled. "Where has Orion gone off to?" My pulse quickened. How am I supposed to get his attention if my mouth is occupied?

"No, I haven't seen your manservant anywhere. If you'll excuse me, I have my boy over." I furrowed my eyebrows at Klaus' back. Who does this pompous dick think he is? I'm VIncent's!

I managed to cock my body sideways, just enough for my entwined feet to knock a glass of water of his nightstand onto the floor, smirking when I heard the glass break. Klaus stiffened. "What was that?" Vincent tried to peer over Klaus' shoulder, but he was too short.

"There's nothing in here for you, Vincent," Klaus said, sickenly sweet. "Now if you'll excuse me," he went to close the door, but Vincent kicked it wide open, revealing my nude body.

"Orion!" he cried, running to me. "Are you hurt? Did he touch you?" He glanced at my throat. "Klaus! What the hell is this?" He gestured at my neck with his hand.

"Marking my territory." Vincent put his index finger to Klaus' chest. "He's not yours! He's mine!"

"No," a voice rumbled. "He's not either of yours." Sir Tesla walked into the room. "I bought him, remember? He's mine." Sir Tesla knelt by me and gently removed my restraints and gag. I coughed as the bit of sheet that was forced into my mouth was removed. Sir draped my nude body in his large coat, glaring at his sons.

"Neither of you will see him until the blood moon." He lifted me up. "Can you stand?" I nodded, slowly standing up beside him. "And if nothing happens at the blood moon, you two won't see him again, ever. He'll be my own personal butler."

"But dad!" They cried together. "You can't do that!" He snorted. "The hell I can't!"

He braced his hand onto my lower back, leading me out of the room. "I'm terribly sorry you got involved in all of this, Orion. My sons are a bunch of dingbats."

"Its okay, Sir. I am just human." He shook his head. "That doesn't mean they should maul you like this." He glared at my throat. "I'm giving you a new room. Far away from them." He placed a key in my hand. "I'll have all your stuff moved in there soon, okay?" I nodded, shrugging his coat a little tighter. "Thank you for...all this, Sir." He smiled kindly, his crows feet crinkling.

"It's no problem, my dear," he led me to my new room, directly across from his own. "From now, you'll be my personal butler. That includes driving and errand running. Understood?"

"Yes, Sir." He opened my bedroom door. "Very good. I'll see you tomorrow. Get some rest."