Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Vampires, DomSub, Rough, .
Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Chapter 1 - There was a man looking at me from the corner. Staring at me as if he didn't like me. But it didn't bother me. It pushed me. I felt like it was a challenge. He looked at me through his beautiful violet eyes. "Promise me you wont hate me for this?" He flashed his violet eyes and laughed. "You wont."
"Fuck!" I yelled.
While waiting at a corner, a bus had driven by making me and my dress soaking wet. Trix and Leela had just managed to get out of the way and started laughing at me. We were on our way to Blue. Our favorite club. Gorgeous boys waiting in line on the outside, and even more luscious ones on the inside. Thank god I was wearing my little tiny black dress. It dried quicker than anything. It was a strapless dress that only fell just past my ass. It covered every curve of my body and laced up with red velvet string making for a mock corset. I wore bright red stiletto heels and I was looking sexy.
I gave Trix and Leela as cold a stare as I could but I just ended up bursting with laughter. It was pretty funny.
We walked up to Blue and I flashed the bouncer my million dollar smile and pushed my chest out a little. He looked me up and down and let the three of us in. The moment we walked in, we dominated the place. Men dropped their jaws and stared as we waltzed through the room over to the bar where they rushed to pay for our drinks. Ah ... This is the life of beauty. I thought.
But there was one man who looked at me from a dark corner in the room. Looked me up and down but it looked more like he was studying me than checking me out. Like he just didn't like me. More like he hated me and wanted to do something about it ... It scared me but I felt a rush, a thrill. It was a challenge.
I left my drink at the counter and whispered to Trix and Leela. "Look at that guy over there. He's my conquest for the night. Wish me luck." They smiled, whistled and responded like best friends do and said, "He'll want you in less than two." They had no idea how right they were.
I strutted up to him swaying my hips, my eyes honing in on him trying my best to look like a seduction goddess. "So why is it that you were staring at me?"
He looked at me with strange violet eyes and didn't answer.
I flipped my long jet-black hair back over my shoulder and pouted. "Come on. Please tell me? I promise I wont get mad..." I gave him my puppy dog eyes and everything but all he could do was stare at my bare neck. Then he cracked a weird and crooked smile. Like he knew something I didn't. Like he was sad, but something had to be done.
I was taken aback when he first spoke. His voice was deep, rich, mesmerizing and so incredibly hot that I just about died. "You wanted me."
His words startled me and I didn't know what to do. He looked like a god. He had light brown hair, messy, in the right way. A perfect face and body and the intensity in his violet eyes were his alone. He wore jeans and a button down shirt and was leaning on a wall. I thought that together, we would be utter perfection.
Finally I came back down to earth and got back in control of my attitude. "No, no, no. I walked in here to find you staring at me." He smirked and said, "I'll give you that much." And looked into my eyes inquisitively, "Walk with me." I was curious about this violet-eyed stranger and when he lead out of the club, I just followed.
"Where are we going?" I finally asked.
"Where you want to go."
"What do you mean? We're definitely not going to France," I chuckled at that idea.
I laughed and shook my head. This guy was crazy. "Nothing's better that the silver nights of Paris."
He stopped walking and turned to look at me and took my hands. "Promise you wont hate me for this?"
He laughed. "No. You wont."
I blacked out.
The next thing I remember was being tucked up in silk sheets with sunlight sifting through gorgeous windows. It was almost like I was in an old Parisian hotel. I didn't dare move from where I was. I felt comfortable.
The violet-eyed stranger walked into the room. "Good morning, Jake."
I never recalled telling him my nickname let alone my real name but I was polite and responded with a "Good morning, you."
I stretched my arms out and got out of bed only to realize I was naked. I blushed and quickly ripped a sheet off the bed to cover me. "So I guess we got drunk, huh?" I said.
"No." he replied.
I didn't understand. "But I don't remember anything."
This guy wasn't making any sense and was really starting to frustrate me with all his little riddles. "Did we have sex?"
He yawned and rocked back on his heels with his hands in his pockets.
"Fucking hell! What is going on? Where am I? What am I doing here?"
"I like you. I want you. You're in France and you're mine." He answered casually.
He walked across the room with a look of sympathy on his face and sat down on the bed and motioned for me to sit as well.
"I guess I'm going to have to give you the monologue," he sighed.
"Yeah. The long complicated explanation." And with that he launched into it. "You see ... we watch you. I watched you. I loved to watch you. Sexy, confident and really good in bed. But not to forget smart and talented..."
"What are you getting at, creep?" I retorted.
He just smiled and looked at me. "Just that I want you and you'll see that you want me. That's all."
"Uh ... Sorry but someone's a little delusional if they think I'm going to fall in love with my KIDNAPPER!" I yelled.
He just laughed and turned to walk out of the room saying along the way, "Get dressed."
I called after him, "In what?" but he had already disappered. I had to give him credit for the beautiful room, though. It was plainly decorated in white linens and silks and had a champagne colored armoire sitting next to the white canopy bed I was sitting in.
I walked over to the armoire and opened it afraid of what might come out in this strange situation. My mouth dropped as I saw the gorgeous clothes that stared out at me and it was like I was on a shopping trip. I tried on skirts and blouses and dresses and pant outfits and I finally settled for a sexy and business-like ensemble. The blouse was black silk with a v-neck that plunged to my navel and cut down to my lower back on the other side laced up with more black. I wore tight white cotton pants on the bottom and some black stiletto heels with a white choker.
I wanted to show him that I meant business. I was strong girl and he would have to treat me with dignity and let my go home.
Once satisfied with me look. I walked out of the door and into a long dark hall. It was lined with knights' armour and emblems and several relics that reminded me of palace walls. I strutted proudly down the hall having no idea where I was going. I heard a laugh and someone say, "She is stubborn," before I was yanked into another room by my violet-eyed stranger.
"I demand to know what you want with me!" I stamped my foot.
He sighed. "Look. It's simple. You're hot, you're fun, I want to fuck you."
"And what makes you think that stealing me is giving you a better chance than just doing drinks?" I responded angrily.
He smirked and replied in a sultry and mysterious voice, "Because you'd be afraid of what I could give you."
I arched and eyebrow and couldn't help but laugh. "Bullshit. There is nothing new or sexy you could offer me that I haven't already had."
"Did you just call yourself a slut?" he laughed.
"One, no. And two, no changing the subject when I'm angry. Not allowed."
"Look," he said tired of my attitude, "this is my domain now. This is where I reign and my rules go. So here they are: you are mine. That's it. Deal with it, or die."
I swallowed hard because I could tell he wasn't joking.
"You're not going to get me that easy," I muttered.
He grinned again, "I was hoping I wouldn't."
Once I finally gave up on talking, mystery boy introduced me to the other man in the room. He was far from ugly himself. His sort of long dark hair swept across his face as he leaned back on a pool table in the centre of the room. He looked at me with fierce green eyes and I felt my knees get weak. He was only wearing a T-Shirt and jeans yet, she felt as if he were some sort of royalty.
"Brock, this is Jake. Her real name is Jacqueline."
I whipped my head around at the stranger puzzled once again when Brock distracted me. He walked slowly in my direction and gave me a knowing smile then spoke in a husky voice.
"Nice to meet you, Jake. But you better do what this guy," he cocked his head towards mystery boy, "says. You wouldn't want to end up somewhere unpleasant."
Mystery boy laughed. "Can we not scare my guest right now?"
Brock shrugged and walked out of the room leaving his friend open to let me open fire on him with all the questions I had. I spit out the first ones I could think of.
"Who are you? What's your name? How do you know mine? What the fuck was that about? Where am I? What am —"
Suddenly I was up against the wall with his body pressed against mine, his violet eyes vivid and dancing like flames.
"Stop that." He said in a low calm voice that still some how threatened. "Eventually you'll get it."
He let go of me and turned to walk to the table and without even looking my way he said. "Room. Now."
Afraid of what would happen if I didn't do what he said, I obliged.
When I got back to the room I sat on the bed and began to wonder about this whole strange thing when my door creaked open slightly.
"Ugh. Can we not do the violent brooding power tripping guy right now?" I said as I turned around only to find Brock standing in the doorway laughing.
"Oh. It's you," I said slightly relieved.
Brock walked slowly towards me closing the door behind them, "If that were Sebastian, you wouldn't still be sitting there."
"Ah! So that's his name..." I said under my breath. "Well, where would I be?"
"You'll find out," Brock laughed.
"So ... What exactly are you doing here?" I asked.
Brock sat down next to me and looked me in the eye. "I wanted to check up on you and to explain something." I looked at Brock intently, waiting.
"We're vampires and Sebastian is king of the new order. This is his palace in France. I'm just a friend of his, but I think you get the point. You don't get to choose in this place. What we say goes."
"We?" I asked.
"Yes. That means me too," he answered.
He put his hand on my thigh and I, usually fierce and competitive, was frozen. His hand crept up my thigh and down into my pants he rubbed his hand over my pussy and I felt it become more and more wet. I looked over at Brock in shock. "And sometimes, what I say is that someone needs to relax."
He pushed my up against a wall and pulled both my pants and my thong down. He rubbed my clit lightly at first and then pushed on it. I gasped and arched my back. He breathed on my neck but didn't bite me. He teased me as his right index finger circled my nether lips — he abruptly pulled his hand out and turned around walking towards the door. He turned in the door frame and smiled at me. "That's just the start of the magic."
He spun on his heel and walked out the door leaving me in shock to lust after those soft warm fingers on my skin.