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and found two deep wounds, still trickling fresh blood. A vampire had taken me from a bar, locked me up God only knows where, and was raping me regularly, drinking from me when he felt like it, and holding onto me like I was a favorite stuffed doll. The drinking part was far worse than the sex. I’d shuddered and fell over sideways, directly onto my broken arm.
    Fucking vampire.
    “ Not just any vampire, Sex. My name is Marcus, and I am yours.”
    I’d fainted, his final words ringing in my ears. My last thought as the darkness enveloped me was…it was about damn time.

    I came back from my little mind trip just as the tip of Marcus’s cock slipped inside of me. His pumping hand around my cock was still busy working me into deep arousal, and yet somehow he had managed to get my knees further apart and had angled my hips in order for him to be able to take me slowly and without resistance. This slow, seductive lovemaking was worse than before, because I almost moaned out loud and not in pain. I cut it off. I didn’t want to receive pleasure from this.
    “ Try it, Sex. You just might like it enough to come back for more. I would not mind providing for you any time you ask for it.”
    Marcus thrust upwards, hitting my prostate, and I stopped thinking as I was enveloped in a white blaze of pleasure. He rode me hard, just like normal. I was a bundle of nerves and sensations. I came on his third deep thrust and would have fallen off his lap and flat onto my face if he hadn’t caught me. He must have liked this new, slumped position I found myself in, because he shifted so that my face was angled more towards the floor, one of his hands holding onto my cuffed wrists, the other holding tight to my hips, and my knees still locked with his. He stood up, maintaining my pose, and began pumping away for all he was worth. He kept hitting that sweet spot inside of me, over and over. Drool slipped out my mouth and dripped off my chin. Oh, Christ. I was getting another erection.
    “ See, this is the true you, Sex. Embrace it.”
    I started to cry out with each thrust as his cock caressed that special spot. I couldn’t have kept quiet now even if I’d wanted to. It was all too much. I knew Marcus found it erotic when I keened in pleasure, because he always said such things, even when the sex was at its worst. My erection was slapping my stomach and pre-cum was leaking everywhere.
    Oh, God.
    I cried out as I came again. This time, Marcus jutted into me and stayed still. He groaned right into my ear. His breath skimmed hot on my neck, and I could feel his latest offering of cum being added to what he had already placed there earlier. I arched my back and gave a yell of pleasure despite myself, Damn it!
    Then it was over, and suddenly all I was aware of, was that my ass was in agony again. I wasn’t going to be able to sit properly for a while, that much was certain.
    “ That was beautiful, Sex.”
    Marcus dragged us back to the couch and laid on it sideways. He was still in me, and didn’t seem to be in any hurry to pull out. I could feel tears pricking at the back of my eyes. I felt so dirty. Dirty, because I’d enjoyed it. I had come without me wanting to.
    “ There is nothing to be ashamed of, Sex. Your body took pleasure in it. You were truly excited, and…it…was…a…glorious…thing…to see.” Each separate word was accompanied with a nip and lick along my spine. “I am hungry, but you have not replenished your blood from my first drink. You did not finish your juice.”
    I winced as he finally pulled free from my body. He reached over me and picked up the glass, sticking the straw between my lips again. The sentiment of ‘No’ was not an option, so I drank the sickly sweet stuff until I was down to the ice cubes. The fact that there were still ice cubes floating in the juice told me that not as much time had passed as I’d thought. I was hoping that he would be leaving soon.
    “ I am here all night, Sex. There is