Chapter Three

Thursday – Washington, DC

Donnie

“So, have you heard of anything like this before?” I ask Leo, a vampire I met one night while hunting in the city about three years after I was turned. Leo follows the same moral guidelines I hold myself to, mostly. We don’t kill innocent people. If we take a life, it is only to save another. We often take one down together on the nights we spend hunting violent criminals out on the prowl. Figuring that if we take them off the street, we are saving another innocent life. But aside from that, we do not hurt humans if we don’t have to. Leo has been around longer than I have. But I’m unsure how long he has been here in my city, and he won’t tell me how old he is.

I call him when I need help or advice on what we are. I asked him to meet me tonight after my shift ended to explain the situation with Summer.

“Nah, I’ve never heard of it actually happening. I knew a guy back in the eighteenth century that tried it. He was trying to start his own coven of young by attacking and raping women, but I don’t think any of them survived his attacks to see if he managed to impregnate them.” Pausing, Leo shifts from foot to foot. “I know there is some lore about a woman who would breed a new stronger line of vampires that would rise to take over the world from the humans. But again, that is ridiculous lore that started millennia ago, before we learned how to become daywalkers. When we still hid from and were hunted by humans. No one nowadays would believe it or go looking for such a woman. I mean, it is the twenty-first century, Donnie. But who knows?” He shrugs. “Maybe you finally found her. The mythical lady who can be bred by vamps and raise our young.”

I stare at him, shocked at the suggestion. “So you’re saying there is possibly only one woman in history who could carry the child of a vampire, and I stumbled across her a year ago in a club three blocks from here?”

“That’s what I’m saying, Donnie. It makes sense, it would explain why you can’t get into her head and manipulate her. But if I were you, I’d keep this to yourself among our kind. I don’t think many would take to the idea, and those who do may take too much. If you get what I mean?” he says, taking out a cigarette and lighting it.

“You think Summer could be in danger?” I ask him, genuine fear in my eyes. Leo takes a long drag off his cigarette and blows out the smoke.

“I’m saying I wouldn’t put it out of the realm of possibilities, Donnie. There are some covens still around that believe in the old ways, like the one that crazy bitch who attacked you was from. They feed on humans. They stick to the night and think those of us who are day walkers are traitors. If they think they could take your woman and breed her, well, if she were mine, I wouldn’t let her out of my sight.”

I sigh. “Thanks, Leo. I appreciate you coming by when I called. I really do.”

“Anytime, kid,” he says, patting me on the back, and I laugh.

“I’m one-hundred and five at the end of the year. I’m hardly a kid.”

“Oh, Donnie. You have no idea. You’re a mere baby. Watch your back. I’ll be in touch.” I watch him disappear down the alley into the night. I hope he is wrong about Summer, and I send a silent prayer to anyone who will listen to keep her and our kids safe.

***

Friday – Southern Maryland Summer

It’s around one in the morning when I glance at the clock on the microwave as I stand in the kitchen getting a sip of water. Please be down for the night, I say silently in my head, tiptoeing back to my bed. I have been up three times with Gus now, and I’m exhausted. Donnie is working a late shift tonight, and I thought he would be home by now, but he isn’t.

When I make it back to our bedroom, I see headlights in the window and know that Donnie is home. Home. I smile at the thought. This remarkable man has taken us into his heart and home and promised to keep us safe, and now we are going to have a baby. The thought brings tears to my eyes. I can’t imagine being happier than I have been these past two days.

“What are you still doing awake?” Donnie asks as he comes into the bedroom. I’m sitting up in bed in the dark, my legs crossed under me.

“Just waiting for you.” I smile and crook my finger at him. “Why don’t you come over here and give me a goodnight kiss?”

“Just a sec. Let me get out of my uniform.” I watch as he disappears into the bathroom where his walk-in closet is. I have often wondered how a single thirty-year-old bachelor can afford a place like this. I guess when you have been on the force for nearly ten years and are a Lieutenant with no kids, you can spend money on different things than I’m used to. I use my meager salary from the bank to pay mainly for Gus’s needs and daycare. Barely making ends meet living with my mom and hoping I could save enough to eventually get a place of my own.

Donnie interrupts my thoughts when he walks back into the room wearing only his boxer briefs. “Hey, sexy.” I wink at him. “What about that goodnight kiss?” He crosses the room towards me, and the light from the hall flashes in his eyes. They’re that strange silver color again. I have been trying to figure out what color they are for the past year. “What color are your eyes?” I ask him now as he steps up to me and stops next to the bed. “The gray-blue color, it’s like sometimes they’re almost silver. I can’t figure it out.” He freezes, looking down at me.

“That’s an odd question, baby.” Bending down, he grabs the backs of my thighs, pulls me onto my back and across the bed towards him. I wrap my legs around his hips. My question forgotten, for now. “Come here,” he growls at me.

I reach my arms up to him, and he bends down to kiss me. As he closes his mouth over mine, his tongue opens me to him. Kissing Donnie is like breathing. I don’t think I could live without it. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, then grind myself on his erection. I’m hot and ready for him, and I can feel the length of him harden as I rub myself against him wantonly. I’m not wearing any panties under the oversize t-shirt I stole from his dresser before I climbed into bed. I can feel how sopping wet I am and know he can feel my wetness through his boxer briefs.

“Hold on,” he says, breaking away from our kiss just long enough to get the words out. Then he stands up straight, taking me with him. I’m still wrapped around him, and he reaches down and rips down his underwear freeing himself. I can feel him pushing against me already. I moan.

“I know, baby,” Donnie says. “I can feel how wet and ready you are for me. Mmm, I missed you.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, he takes hold of my hips and positions me above his length. Then he lets go, and I slide down onto his cock.

“Fuck!” we both say in unison. He wraps my long hair around his wrist and grabs a handful of the rest at the base of my neck, pulling my head back as he helps me ride his cock. One arm wrapped around my waist, he lifts me again slowly off of him then back down his length. Over and over, slowly teasing me, in and out of my soaking pussy. I can feel myself getting close to orgasm.

“Please, sir,” I say, grinding my clit against him with his full length inside me. I’m about to burst with the sensation. “I’m going to come, sir. Please.”

“Ah-ah-ah. Not yet. Hold on for me, baby,” Donnie says, both telling me to wrap around him tighter and to hold onto my orgasm. He stands and turns in one quick motion, dropping his hands from me and pulling mine from around his neck. He tosses me backward onto the bed. I lay looking up at him and slowly slide my hand down the inside of my thigh.

“Please, sir.” Donnie smiles down at my words then and nods.

“Touch yourself for me, baby.” He gives me the permission I was waiting for.

I slide my hand down my thigh the rest of the way to my pussy. Slowly I dip my fingers into my heat, and they come away wet. I circle my clit. Tossing my head back on the bed.

“Don’t come.” I hear him say as he digs through the top drawer of his dresser where he keeps his toys. I listen to him setting things out on the dresser but continue to rub my clit, sliding my hand up the length of my body. I find my nipple and squeeze, twisting hard. It stiffens into a peak atop my growing breasts. I moan again.

“Hey, are you having fun without me?” Donnie says, standing next to the bed again. “Come here.”

I climb to my knees and cross the bed to him. As I go, I take the t-shirt off over my head. Before I get it completely off of me, I feel him take one of my nipples in his mouth. The hot wetness of it shoots a sensation through my core and my pussy twitches.

“Yes, sir,” I say. Realizing in an instant that it sounded like I was answering his question. He raises an eyebrow at me.

“Oh really?” he says, turning to get the flogger sitting on the dresser. He also grabs a small vibrating butt plug that he previously lubed. “On your hands and knees slut,” he says when he turns to face me again. “You want to play? We will play, baby. Remember, I said you are not allowed to come. Do you understand?”

I’m turning to face the other side of the room, on my hands and knees, my feet just hanging off the side of the massive king-sized bed. “Yes, sir,” I answer softly, biting my lower lip in anticipation.

“Say it,” he says as I hear him snap the flogger next to me. I feel the wind when it passes by my skin, and the sound and sensation are sending shock waves through my body even though he hasn’t touched me with it yet.

“I’m not to come without permission, sir,” I say obediently and then wiggle my ass at him, trying to speed him along. He laughs behind me.

“You are a little whore aren’t you?” Donnie asks me, the tone of his voice pushing me further toward the edge.

“Yes, sir. Your whore. Please fuck me, sir.” I squirm as he presses a finger into my tight asshole spreading lube there, preparing me for the plug, then he slowly works it into me gently one inch at a time until I’m full. He turns it on, and the vibrations make my muscles clench. “Yes, sir,” I say, tossing my head back.

Just then, he uses the flogger and brings it down across my back. I cry out and tense. “Thank you, sir.” Again he hits me with it, this time on the top of my ass, just at the swell of it. Quickly he flogs my ass. I wince at the pain when he hits the slowly fading welts from the caning two days ago. But the vibrations pulsing through my asshole mixed with the pleasure pain of the flogger stinging across my skin is heavenly.

Suddenly, I’m close to orgasm again. I can feel the wetness starting to drip out of my pussy onto my outer lips. “Please, sir,” I whine. “Please may I come, sir?” He hits me across the pussy with the flogger one last time, and I buck. I hear the flogger hit the floor as he drops it. Stepping forward, he grabs ahold of the back of my head by my hair and pulls me back onto him. “Fuck. Yes, sir. Fuck me. Fuck me in my tight pussy.”

“God, you feel amazing, baby. So tight and wet, mmm. This is my pussy,” Donnie says, punctuating his words with his thrusts into me. He takes his other hand and wraps it around my neck, choking me just enough that I feel light-headed, then letting go, repeating the process as he fucks me. I squeeze my eyes closed, trying not to come without permission. But I’m losing control. I can’t wait much longer now.

“Come for me,” he says, and instantly the words make me buck. I release the thin hold I had on my self-control. Reaching down with one hand, I circle my clit as Donnie continues to fuck me. “I’m going to come, baby,” he growls behind me. “I want to feel your cum on my cock as I fill your tight pussy with my load.”

I pick up the pace with my fingers to match his pounding into me. He releases my throat and smacks me hard across the ass once, then twice. “Fuck! sir. Yes!” I scream and climax around him, clenching down on his throbbing cock as he explodes inside me. I feel him still behind me. Donnie wraps an arm around me and uses the other to hoist us onto the bed.

Curling on his side and pulling me to his chest, still inside me. The aftershocks of my orgasms have me still twitching around him as I fall asleep in his arms.

“I love you, Donnie,” I say when he kisses me on the cheek just as I drift off.