The Vampire's Accountant 2.1

       Before her mind could process the movement Roman was in front of her, leaning in with feral eyes and fangs so long they barely fit in his mouth.

Oh fuck. What did I do.

His arms braced on the wall behind her holding her captive. His big body crowded her but did not actually touch her. She could feel her heartbeat thudding loudly making her ears ring with a deafening hum as she struggled to drag breath into her aching lungs. Fear, like acid, burned up her spine causing her to shiver uncontrollably.

He closed his eyes and breathed in deeply bending down toward her trembling body. She realized she was holding her bleeding thumb with her uninjured hand and he was leaning down to ... to smell her.
"Ahh, so sweet." He opened his eyes and the glowing intensity she saw there had her holding her breath. He was so close to her she could feel his hot breath on her face as he spoke. "Good enough to eat Ms. Allen." His words hit her like a wave of velvet as if the words themselves were a physical touch that passed through her skin and into her belly causing hot lust to course directly to her pussy which clenched with need. Her knees nearly buckled.

Gently, he took her injured hand in his. His hand made hers look small and breakable but his hold was gentle - reverent. He gazed at the blood streaming lazily from her cut, running down her wrist and dropping on the pale cream carpet beneath her. She braced herself for Roman to suck the wound or lick the blood or something. The warring feelings of wanting his mouth on her and wanting to run far away from him made her head feel foggy. Instead he used his other hand to gather the rivulet of her blood on the pad of his index finger.

"I'm so clumsy," her mouth decided to join her and dispel her nervousness with a veneer of calm. "I'll just go wash that up." She commanded her body to step to the side and around Roman but her traitorous legs would not obey.

"Do you know how intoxicating the scent of your blood is? I want to taste you Ms. Allen. I want your blood on my tongue." His words were whispered feverishly and sent spasms to her now-moist pussy that nearly pulled her over the edge into orgasm.

Instead of licking the blood off his index finger, he gently rubbed the pad of his finger and her blood on her bottom lip. Her breathing accelerated to a shallow pant and even she now could smell the coppery sweetness of her own blood coating her lip.

"Taste it," he demanded.

Without questioning the order her tongue darted out and sampled the blood there. He groaned in response.

"Open your mouth for me, let me taste your blood on your tongue." His hypnotic voice held her captive as his lips descended slowly enough to giver her time to protest or turn away but her body was rooted in place fearful and wanting of what would come next.

His touch was feather light. First his lips and then his tongue lightly licked along her bottom lip tasting the blood he had deposited there. The moment suspended in time as he seemed to savor the flavor before deepening the kiss. His mouth molded to hers and his tongue swept in to claim her mouth and devour any remnant of the blood on her tongue. He wasn't rough but thorough and fearing her knees would give way she clutched at his shirt with both hands and a small gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. The small sound or the touch of her hands she wasn't sure but the kiss changed immediately. He gripped her chin, using his thumb to open her mouth wider and tip her head back further so his tongue could plunder the deepest recesses of her mouth. She felt his fangs scrape her tongue and fresh blood mingled in her mouth which only served to inflame him further. His lips were bruising and the grasp of his hand bit into her chin painfully. She yelped wordlessly into his mouth but he didn't even pause in his assault. And Marcy didn't want him too. She reveled in the roughness of his possession and her tongue joined his stroke for stroke, matching his intensity. This is what she had wanted - needed - the taste of him, the feel of him. This kiss alone was worth her self injury.

Abruptly he pulled back, ending the kiss. She was panting loudly now like she had run a marathon. His chest also rose and fell telling her he too had enjoyed the kiss. His gaze bored into hers as if plumbing the depths of them for answers to some unasked question.

"Ms. Allen, did you think you needed to cut your finger to gain my attention?"

Marcy felt panic race along her spine. How did he know?

"With your blood in me I can hear your thoughts," he said inside her head. "And I can talk to your without speech."

Holy shit! He was reading her mind. Marcy leaned back into the wall trying to move as far away from him as possible. He looked angry, or maybe hungry. She couldn't tell.

"Oh yes," he said out loud this time, "I am hungry but you need not have cut yourself for me to want to devour you, my sweet. Every time you enter my office I can smell your luscious scent." He bent close to her ear, continuing, "I can hear your heartbeat and the rush of blood through your veins. I hear your breath accelerate and I can smell your arousal."

Marcy blushed furiously and tried to look away. He would not allow it grabbing her chin and forcing her to look up at him.

"Yes, your sweet wetness when you think carnal thoughts about me. Restraining myself from throwing you on my desk, spreading those supple thighs and lapping up all that cream has been a Herculean effort for six months." He kept her eyes locked on his but pressed his lower body into her, his hard body causing sparks of friction. His erection pressed into her belly and she gasped at the size of him. The hardness of him.

"I've been dreaming for months about burying my cock inside you. Stretching you to fullness as you whimper and beg beneath me. Slamming into your hot pussy until you cry my name and only then tasting your blood." He grabbed her right wrist again and shifted his gaze to the cut on her thumb. "You drive me crazy with your body for months and then add to my misery with the scent of your fresh blood?"

His eyes captured hers again and his voice grew harsher, accusing. "A man can only resist so much and I'm no man."

With inhuman swiftness her thumb was in his mouth and he was pulling on her blood with his strong suck. He didn't use his fangs to bite her but drew blood hungrily from the wound. Marcy whimpered in combined pleasure/pain as she felt the pull in every cell in her body. It was like the blood he drew from her was attached to her skin and every pull yanked tight with tension on his indraw of blood and then snapped back like a rubberband when he paused to swallow. It happened again and again and Marcy began to feel the sensation of pulling and snapping back concentrate on her clit. With each pull it was like he was pinching her most sensitive spot to the point of pain and then when he released the pressure it bounced back and thrummed with electrical energy causing a surge of wetness in her pussy. Every draw became more intense than the last and Marcy threw back her head moaning incoherently.

He began to press his hips into her with each pull of blood he took. He ground his hard cock into her and the rhythm combined with the pulse in her clit took her over the edge. The orgasm that slammed into her was the most intense of her life. Her ears rang and her vision went black around the edges. Come for me , my sweet. She thought she heard his voice say in her head which launched her into a second orgasm that amplified the first until she was sure she would pass out from the intensity of her pleasure.

Her knees buckled as every bone in her body turned to liquid and she would have fallen to the ground save for his hips holding her up. Here breathing was ragged and her thumb was still in his mouth where he was now lapping at it gently. As her mind came back into focus she couldn't believe what had happened. She had no idea one could have an orgasm without being touched there or at least be naked. If just his sucking of her blood caused unimaginable, brain-numbing orgasm what would an actual bit do? What would actual sex do to her? What about both at the same time? She shivered in fear/anticipation/desire.

The door burst open and Marggie ran in frantic.