Call me your Master

Monster

(Andy's p.o.v.)

My office was quiet today since it was daylight, aside from the beat of the pulse sitting on my desk. Amber sat there reading some model magazine, keeping me company like i'd asked her to when i'd gotten in. Her red hair stood out against her dark skin and black leather dress making it even harder to concentrate on whatever documents my father had sent for me to review.

"You know, you could keep me company in another way other than sitting there reading."

My eyes never left the computer as she immediately put down the magazine and kneeled beside me, waiting for me to move to face her. Part of me hated how most of the girls never talked much, so broken by other guests that they simply did as they were told. The dominant side appreciated it, the side still plagued with emotions detested it. I turned towards her and as she went to undo my belt, a knock sounded at the door.

"Come in."

I didn't pay attention to who opened the door as Amber pulled at the button on my jeans, popping them open to find I was wearing nothing underneath.

"We need to talk- oh my god!"

Layla's voice broke through my mind and I looked up at her, her cheeks becoming a dark shade of red realizing what she had walked in on. I pushed Amber away and scrambled to redo my pants, motioning for her to leave the room so Layla and I were alone.

"I can come back-"

"No!" I cleared my voice, bringing it back down to a normal level. "Please, stay."

The whiskey i'd poured earlier sat by my hand and I was tempted to chug it down. After the night before I hadn't had it in myself to stay home, still smelling her scent downstairs where i'd seen her last. The same scent that haunted my in my room all night, leaving me sleepless. Now she stood there, cheeks stained a shade of pink and fidgeting with the bottom of her shirt.

"What did you need?"

She moved around my desk to stand in front of me. Her low cut shirt left nothing to the imagination, along with the far too tight jeans that hugged her thighs . "I need you." Her hair fell like a curtain around her face as she leaned down, hands on either side of my chair. "Tell me you don't want to sink your teeth into my neck right now."

"Layla stop." But she only pressed closed to my face, moving the hair away from her neck.

"Go ahead Andy. Drink." My fangs pressed against my lips as they slid out, begging for me to do as she said. "Do it."

Her hand slid against my arm, the slightest brush of fingers that made me shiver. I took her chin in my hand  and when my eyes met hers, it wasn't Layla I was looking at. It was Juliet. Her eyes were sparkling with amusement as she bit her lip and  smiled.

"Hello. Didn't expect me did you?"

I devoured her mouth with mine, wasting no time and pushing my tongue past her lips. She moaned and I stood, pressing her against my desk. My hands flew behind her, feeling her jump at the sound of paper and electronics hit the floor with a crash. Danger be damned, all I could think about was how badly I wanted her right now. 

"Andy-"

But I kissed her again, not wasting time in taking off her shirt as my hand reached under it and gripped her breast. Her moans only fueled my actions and I slid my other hand down the front of her leggings, feeling how wet she was. Fuck. I couldn't hold out any longer and her leggings and panties hit the floor. She turned and bent over the desk as I undid my own pants and thrust inside of her with no warning. She cried out and clawed at the edge of the desk.