Chapter 27 An Obedient Puppet
\[Tabitha’s POV\]
Excitement flares through me as I obediently climb off the bed, standing at the foot of it while Vance watches me with dark, hungry eyes. I didn’t know what was wrong with me since I should be against this and trying to kill the vampire in front of me, but when I looked at him, all I could feel was the desperate need to please him and do as he wanted.
It was like my only mission in life was to make this man feel good, and that both excited and unnerved me.
Slowly, I begin to pull off my shirt while swiveling my hips seductively, lowering myself more and more until I’m on my knees and throwing it aside. Once it is out of the way, I move onto my pants, which I slide out of as I climb onto the bed once more.
Keeping my gaze fixed on Vance’s, I start to crawl, sliding my breasts and body against his legs as I work my way up until my face is even with his crotch. Once in place, I start to undo his pants and then pull them down so that I can free his dick.
Smiling, I stick out my tongue and run it along his tip, earning myself a hiss of delight.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he growls, giving me an approving look.
Feeling a thrum of happiness over getting his approval, I continue to move until I’m taking him into my mouth and down my throat while enjoying the way his barbels feel rubbing along my tongue.
Once I’ve taken him as far as I can, I begin to move.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby girl." Vance growls, reaching out and wrapping a hand in my hair so that he can hold me in place and take control. “Open wide for me.”
Nodding, I do as I’m told, allowing Vance to begin fucking my mouth, moving his dick deeper and deeper into my throat until it becomes too much and I’m gagging, but despite all that, he continues.
I wasn’t sure if this was a thing for supernaturals to push their partners to their limits, but I had to admit I liked it. Compared to Anthony, who was more gentle, I was preferring these aggressive supernatural beings.
“Eyes on me, baby girl,” Vance growls, snapping me out of my reverie. “And play with yourself.”
Obeying his command, I lift onto my knees and shove my hand between my thighs so that I can begin to rub circles on my clit.
Moaning, I allow Vance to shove his dick even deeper into my throat until I’m sure I’ve taken him all in.
“Do you know how fucking gorgeous you look like that?” He purrs, causing me to erupt in an orgasm over being complimented by him. Shit, his words really did have an effect on me.
“Look at you,” he continues with a chuckle. “You’re such a fucking whore who loves to be commanded and used as a toy.”
Maybe I did. Maybe this whole time this was the true me, but I had never been with a man that brought this out of me. Now that I knew, I didn’t think I could go back, and I wanted more.
With this thought in mind, I shove two fingers into myself and begin to move them at the same pace as Vance’s dick while imaging it was him instead of me doing it, and when I cum again, this time soaking the sheet beneath me, he does too, shoving his dick deep in my throat and shooting his seed down my throat.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he hisses as I greedily suck it all in. “You better not waste a drop.”
When he’s finally finished, he pulls me off of him by the hair and then tugs so that I’m climbing further up him until my aching core is hovering over his throbbing tip, and when I drop down, burying him, I cum again.
“Fuck, you’re sensitive,” Vance chuckles, releasing my head and sliding his hands around to my ass cheeks so he can squeeze them, urging me to move. “Were you this sensitive with that bastard you let fuck you the other night?”
“Yes,” I whimper, beginning to thrust my hips.
“Did he make you feel as good as I do?" He pushes.
I don’t manage to respond before the sound of my bedroom door being kicked open reaches us, followed by a growl of fury.
Letting out a hiss of rage, Vance throws me off of him, sending me crashing to the floor before jumping up and attacking whoever had entered.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to her?”
The voice is familiar, but in my haze, I can’t quite place it. Instead, I can only remain in place while a fight breaks out in my room.
\[Atticus’ POV\]
I stand outside of Tabitha’s apartment, wondering what the fuck I was even doing here, as there was no reason to be. At least, that was what I tried to tell myself, but after finding that woman murdered just beside it, I had to agree with that annoying bastard Anthony that it truly wasn’t safe for her to be alone.
Kicking myself for being so impulsive and rushing here, I begin to move, making my way inside and then up the stairs until I’m standing in front of her door. Reconsidering my actions once more, I prepare to leave until I hear a growl from within.
Tensing, I extend my senses until I can hear what sounds like Tabitha gagging before I’m kicking the door in and storming towards where the noise is coming from.
When I reach her bedroom, I reach out and prepare to open the door, but am stopped due to it being locked. Cursing, I lift a foot and kick out, knocking it out of the way.
For a moment, I don’t move as I take in what is happening in front of me.
Laying on the bed, pressed together, are a man and Tabitha. She is bouncing on top of him as mewls of delight escape her and groans of pleasure escape him. It didn't take a genius to understand what was happening here, but with the stink of vampire venom, I knew that he has charmed her into doing this.
Feeling a sudden wave of possessiveness and rage, I let out a growl drawing the bastard’s attention to me.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing to her?” I hiss, beginning to form a sword out of ice as he lets out a hiss, revealing his fangs, and then throws Tabitha off of him and onto the floor, where she remains. “Fucking vampire,” I growl, surging forward, weapon ready. “I’ll fucking kill you for taking advantage of her!”