Tag, The Vampire's Game (8 page)

He sighed, pulling his t-shirt over his head. He hesitated once more, his mouth opened to say something, but then realized there was nothing he could say that could fix what he had done so left the room and headed down the stairs.

A couple of minutes later she heard his mustang start. Walking over to the window, she peered out, but ensured she stayed out of sight. The woman she had just caught him with was sitting in the passenger seat.

The nerve of the bastard!

She really didn't think she had ever been so angry, not to the point that she was at that very moment. The rage nearly consumed her as she stood there, alone in the bedroom.

She turned back towards their bed. The sheets appeared ruffled from what appeared to be some intense bedroom action. Her stomach turned at the thought of him fucking some woman in her bed. She was going to vomit
.
She fought the nausea by taking another few deep breaths.

"Well these sheets and comforter are no good to me anymore," she muttered to herself.

Damn
.
She just bought them a couple of weeks ago. She'd splurged and spent a small fortune on the sheet and comforter set. She supposed she could wash them, but she'd never get the image of them screwing in her bed if they stayed.

Not an image she wanted to dwell on.

She shook her head in disbelief. "In my bed. In my house! On our anniversary?"

Breathe
, she instructed herself.

As angry as she was, she was surprised when a calm state overtook her.

If it wasn't against the city bi-law to burn things in your back yard she'd burn the damned things, but she'd have to make do with balling them up into garbage bags and tossing them out.

"Rotten son of a bitch," she fumed, as she set to work.

She now had a lot to do tonight and none of it included preparing the delicious meal she had planned.

****

Perhaps it was the anger that still resided in her, or perhaps deep down she knew it was for the best. She had packed up his things and left them on the lawn for him to pick up the next day.

Oliver showed up a number of times to try to convince her that what he did didn't matter and that he loved her, and wanted her back. Blah, blah, blah. She'd heard it all before.

She took over the mortgage on the house, she could barely afford it, but she would get by. She was great at planning and budgeting so it was just a matter of cutting a few corners here and there.

The house was quiet though, too quiet and she was lonely. Worst of all her self esteem had taken quite a hit.
Why would he want to be with that woman when he could have had
me anytime he wanted
? It just didn't make sense to her.

She was a good woman. She was sure of it. A good catch. No. A great catch. Screw him! He was just too stupid to realize what he had. Perhaps he realized that now but too little too late as far as she was concerned.

Sabrina poured herself a cup of coffee from her coffeemaker and noticed the mail had piled up over the last week. All unopened and waiting for her. She supposed there would be bills waiting to be paid. Putting down her cup of coffee, she snatched up the mail.

Electric bill, telephone bill, junk, junk, junk, the final flyer caught her eye. Flash Studios.

Welcome to Flash Studios. At Flash we specialize in erotic photos, for all occasions. So let go of your inhibitions and book an appointment for an erotically charged photo session you won't soon forget.

Sabrina had seen pictures that some of her co-workers had taken from studios such as this. Glamour, erotic, ego boosting pictures. Some people even posted highly seductive pictures on their Facebook pages. She had thought it was somewhat inappropriate but she had to admit many were quite nice, some even tactful. Every inch of cellulite, every imperfection, simply airbrushed away. She had heard from many people who had photo's like this done, that the experience really did make you feel like an enchantress.

Laughing to herself, Sabrina had a hard time associating the term enchantress to herself.

She picked up her coffee cup and sat down at the kitchen table flipping the flyer over looking for rates. They were quite reasonable. Besides, when it came down to it, who could put a price tag on an ego boost right? She sure as hell could use one after the past week she had.

Sabrina went to the kitchen phone and dialled the number listed on the back. She was about to hang up, but on the fifth ring someone answered. A man by the name of Victor, he had a deep and seductive voice that made her quiver just hearing it. They had an appointment available for Tuesday evening, 9pm, of the following week. She felt good about this. It was about time she did something to make herself feel good for a change.

Victor could not seem to get the telephone call from earlier that evening out of his head.

There was nothing unusual about the call, but the woman on the other end seemed. Sad.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it but something about her drew him to her. His mind kept dwelling on her words and the sound of her voice on the other end of the telephone.

His client breezed past him, clearly disappointed he didn't make a pass at her during the shoot. She was hot he certainly would admit that. Victor imagined that men regularly fell to her feet, begging to give her a go. Perhaps he might have, he wasn't one to turn down a hot woman, but his mind was too wrapped up in that woman from the telephone call.

Sabrina.

The client who had just left was the last appointment of the evening so he escorted her out and locked up after her.

He walked around the large black marble front counter and into his office.

The office contained a bar fridge where he had bottles of blood stored away. Striding over he bent and pulled one from it.

He had to get to know the caller and he simply couldn't wait until her appointment. He wasn't known for his patience. In all his two hundred years on earth, he had never had a pull or desire to know someone like the pull he had for her.

One of the greatest benefits to being a vampire was the special power that many obtained upon turning. In most cases, the ability was linked to a skill they may have had prior to being turned.

Not long after he was turned he discovered he had the ability to dreamwalk into humans dreams. Lately, however, he was also able to read the minds of humans he had physical contact with, if he chose to. Generally, he chose not to. Sometimes the temptation was just too great however.

Got to get to know her,
his mind wouldn't let up on him on the issue.

He walked over to the leather sofa in the back of the room. He finished off the bottle of blood then lay down on the sofa. Closing his eyes he focused on her voice as he drifted off to sleep.

Sabrina found herself in a wooded clearing. She was alone. Looking down at herself she noticed she was wearing an elegant robe made of white lace. The breeze was strong enough that the flimsy lace was no protection from the wind as it blew against her causing the nipples of her small pert breasts to turn into hard little buds. She long auburn hair blew out wildly around her. To a person who may have happened across her, she may have appeared to be an erotic angel.

The sun was starting to go down, beginning to dip down below the mountain range.

Wildflowers of all varieties surrounded her. Their fresh, aroma scent filled her nostrils, but there was also something else. A deep, masculine smell drifted towards her. The smell alone, of him, whomever it was caused a stirring in her stomach. She whipped her head around, scanning all directions, attempting to peer into the darkness of the surrounding woods. Nothing.

"Sabrina?" a low, very sexy voice whispered into the wind. She whirled around once more, turning in a complete 360 degree circle. Nothing.

"Where are you?" she yelled into the wind.

Large, masculine hands appeared from behind her, grasping her upper arms, stroking them, starting at her shoulders to her elbows and back up again. Moments later, she felt the bare skin of a very lean, toned male body pressing against her back.

"Who are you?"

"Hello Sabrina. I am Victor," his head dipped to her collarbone as he spoke, his voice low, almost hypnotic.

In any other instance she would have fled in terror, but here it seemed right. Being with him seemed to be what she had been waiting for.

Sabrina melted back into his arms. Closed her eyes she allowed her head to fall back against his chest.

Victor's hands left her shoulders, one slipped its way around her waist, pulling her ass hard against his growing cock. His other hand cupped her left breast over the thin material. He kneaded and played with her firm mound, his fingers toying with the hard tips, pinching and stroking them.

"Mmm," she moaned as she stretched against him and wrapped her hands behind his head. His shaft stiffened as she began to grind her backside against it.

His hand left her breast traveling over her collarbone, fingertips tracing up the side of her neck and grasping her chin in his hand tilting her head back so her lips could meet his. His lips were so soft. She caught his lower lip between his teeth playfully.

He laughed softly as he pulled back. Victor's black eyes met her emerald green ones.

He was ruggedly handsome with a strong jaw and his shoulder length dark hair tied tightly back.

He was dangerous, the kind of man who mothers warned their daughters about but she didn't care. All she cared about was the way be made her body hum and yearn for him just by standing behind her.

Her heart skipped a beat when his mouth came crashing down on hers, this time not sweet and gentle but hard and demanding. Exhilarating. His tongue duelling with hers for dominance. The hand on her waist tugged at the drawstring holding her robe together.

The tie gave way, her robe falling open. She shivered as the breeze picked up blowing the robe open fully. His hands went to her shoulders gently sliding the garment off her shoulders and allowing it to fall in a puddle at their feet.

"So exquisite, he was such a fool to not appreciate you," his hand brushed the hair from one side of her neck as he began running kisses, along her bare shoulder.

Sabrina knew she should be questioning him on how he knew of Oliver. How did he know of the situation that had transpired between them? She didn't know, but then again, she simply didn't care at the moment.

She reached behind her and grasped his cock. She could hear a sharp intake of breath coming from him at her touch. Her thumb stroked its head. As her thumb circled the head, his already large dick hardened even further.

"You are massive," she stated breathlessly.

He laughed before answering with a simple, "thank you."

As she stroked him, his fingers made their way over her breasts, down her stomach and to the apex between her legs. Her pussy was burning for his touch, and rocked against his hand, begging for his fingers to enter her.

He obliged. His middle and index fingers made their way into his the depths of her moist heat. His fingers worked their way in and out while his thumb caressed her clit. She wanted more of him, needed more of him.

"So fucking wet. I love it Sabrina." She protested, when he removed his fingers from inside her, bringing them to his lips he tasted her sex.

She thought she was going to explode she wanted his cock so badly. Her pussy was on fire, needing to be satisfied.

His fingers traveled back to her pussy and dove back into her. "Fuck my fingers love,"

he commanded as she began bucking and grinding against his hand. It wasn't quite what she was hoping for, but for now it would more than do.

Waves of pleasure began crashing through her, pulsating down her back and exploding between her legs. She continued to stroke him as she bucked against his hand. Her hand stroking him in sync, with his in her. Faster and harder they stroked each other. His balls were slapping against her ass with each one of her upward strokes.

Then, finally, the sweet explosion. His effort were rewarded with her seeping warm juices over his hand and wrist. As the final wave of her orgasm rocked through her, she heard him moan and felt the hot release as he came over her back.

Victor grabbed her shoulders and spun her around to face him. When she did, he pulled her into his embrace and his mouth claimed hers in a final kiss. Her knees went weak, but he held her tight against him, her breasts crushed tightly against his chest.

When he finally pulled away from the kiss he said, "I will see you soon love."

Then he was gone.

He had vanished into thin air, as quickly and quietly as he arrived, leaving her standing there weak kneed in the middle of the field.