Prince Darrius

Chapter 52

I stare with wide eyes up at Darrius as he leans over me, his finger still tilting my head up. His eyes are so intense, so full of emotion and passion that I start to feel a little afraid.

“You – you always forget to feed me…” It’s my feeble attempt to distract him.

For one moment he seems to consider it, and a look of concern passes through his features. Then his eyes snap back into focus and they narrow at me.

“You’re trying to distract me, sweetheart?” Darrius asks with the corner of his mouth tugging up into a smirk.

“I’m hungry, truly,” I was such a bad liar. I tug at the ropes again, starting to panic a bit. The last thing I was, was hungry. I was feeling completely exposed and vulnerable. The towel didn’t help much since I was pretty much naked in front of Darrius. All he had to do was slip the towel off and… and…

Darrius’ hand doesn’t leave my chin to go to my towel. He moves it to his towel. Oh no, oh no, no, no! I look up at the ceiling, my cheeks blushing a bright red as his towel drops to the ground.

“Aren’t you going to put on some pants?” I squeak. For once I really really would love to have him go get those stupid black leather pants and put them on. Put anything on! It’s not that I didn’t necessarily not want to see him naked. It was the fact I was tied down to his bed, and felt way out of my depth.

I hadn’t had a boyfriend before.

I hadn’t done anything.

I was a virgin for christs sake –

“Relax,” Darrius says in a dark chuckle, as he reaches forward and brushes my hair away from my neck. I whimper, my eyes closed shut.

“Please untie me,” I beg. I feel the bed lower as he climbs on, I can feel his body heat as he climbs on top of me.

“Open your eyes,” Darrius says gently. I snap them open, and I can see Darrius’ face inches from my own, “Why are you so scared? I’ve never hurt you before.”

I take a few deep breaths and try to calm down.

“I just haven’t – you know, I haven’t…” My voice drops to a worried whisper, “…had sex before.”

Darrius gives me a gorgeous smile and I blush a deep red.

“I’m not blind, darling,” he says, highly amused. My high anxiety quickly becomes anger and embarrassment.

“What does that mean?” I ask, aghast.

“You’re very young, sweetheart, it’s no surprise,” Darrius whispers seductively, leaning in and kissing me gently on the lips. I kiss him back but quickly look to the side, so I can get some words in.

“Please untie me,” I ask again, “I don’t want to be tied up like this. I’m scared –”

Darrius moves forward, his cheek brushing against mine, so he can whisper in my ear.

“I wasn’t going to fuck you.”

“Then why are you naked?” I growl, suddenly pissed off. He was just making me look more and more stupid.

Laughing, Darrius pulls back and kisses me on the cheek, planting kisses down to my neck.

“My number one need,” he growls against my neck, “Is to get my fill of blood, not to put on some pants.” I relax a bit more under him. But I feel some sort of underwhelming disappointment, despite the previous nerves.

“Oh…” I mutter.

Darrius sighs and leans back up to look down at me. I still hand my head to the side, looking to the wall, avoiding his gaze. He grabs my chin and forces me to look at him.

“Trust me,” Darrius says seriously, “You’re not ready for that yet. And when I do eventually fuck you, you’ll be begging me to, not asking me to stop. It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that when that day comes, I want time to show you everything. I’m not rushing you, or us. And right now, you’ve been a royal pain in the ass, and need to be taught a lesson about obedience. That’s why you’re tied up, and I’m not releasing you because you’ve asked. I’ll release you when I want to.”

“Fine,” I growl back at him.

“Now be quiet. I didn’t tie you up to talk,” Darrius scolds me right before he leans down to my neck, pressing a warm kiss to my throat before I feel the sharp sting of his fangs as they sink into my neck. With my wrists tied above me I can’t hold onto him, I can only let him suck my blood and wait for him to finish.

The sting of the fangs fade, and I feel my life force flowing out of me, into him. Every time he did it, it hurt less. In fact, after a while, it starts to feel good.

Subconsciously I push my body up into his, and expose my neck even more for him. He doesn’t take too much though, he soon lifts out his fangs and licks the wound clean. Before I can say anything he leans up to kiss me hard, and I taste my own blood on his lips. He growls deeply in the back of his throat as he kisses me. His hands resting on my hips now, squeezing them. My towel slips down as he grips it at my hips, and just as he breaks the long kiss and I gasp for air, he presses his lips against my collar bone, and starts to move down to my chest.

His lips feel too good on my skin, and I don’t care that the towel has slipped. I shock myself when I let out a moan, his kisses are warm against my skin. He moves down lower to a line of blood that had dripped from my neck when he was drinking. He licks up the blood, and I squirm a bit beneath him.

“Are you sure those nerves weren’t just an act?” Darrius growls against my skin, “Cause you sure as hell seem more relaxed now.”

“Oh… go to… hell….” I whisper half-heartedly, enjoying the trail of kisses he is leaving down my neck, dipping lower again.

“What do you want, darling?” Darrius asks, looking up to me with a hot possessive glare.

“Don’t stop,” I sigh, before a wave of dizziness passes over me and I almost black out. Darrius’ notices my lapse in conscious and swears under his breath. He quickly leans up and unties my wrists, and with a contented sigh I pull my arms down and cradle them to my chest.

“You need to sleep,” Darrius says, kissing my forehead. I open my eyes and look up at him with a half-asleep, half aroused look.

“Will you stay?” I ask.

“I have to do some things first, but you should rest for now. I’m going to go check on Claudia.”

I nod, and he pulls the blankets down beside me, before taking my towel off me out of no where and chucking it to the floor.

“Climb in darling,” he says, not hiding the fact he is enjoying seeing me embarrassed and naked. I quickly climb in under the blankets and glare at him from under them.

“You’re a prick, you know that, right?” I snap.

“You’re beautiful, Jennifer,” Darrius leans down and kisses the tip of my nose, “Now get some sleep.”

Darrius quickly jumps off the bed, and goes to get some pants.

I watch him as he stalks back over, showing me a key.

“I’m locking you in, and if you find a way to escape again, I swear to god sweetheart, I will spank you.”

I roll my eyes.

“Whatever.”

Darrius smirks, knowing I’ve lost my fight for now. I’m too exhausted. And once I fell asleep, I’d be out for at least 8 hours.

“Good girl,” he says, before walking out and locking the door behind him.

I don’t care that I’m naked anymore. I pull the blankets in tight around me, so I’m all curled up. I breathe in the scent of Darrius on his pillows and fall asleep.

I expect to dream of nothing, or at least of peaceful, happy things.

However, I don’t get what I hope for. 

***OK, so I have decided to update this story every Tuesday, Australian, Melbourne time, I hope that sits alright with people :D, any objections, let me know! :)***