Donovan's Forever Love (5 page)

Chapter
Five

I knew without looking at the antique
grandfather clock in the corner that Donovan was awake and probably drinking
his breakfast as he did each morning. I didn’t hear his movements. He didn’t
whistle as he wandered through the eight-bedroom storybook castle he’d had
constructed over the last two years. I did not track the sunset. I did not have
to. My body told me when Donovan woke up. My cunt grew damp and my attention
wandered from whatever I was doing. The closer he came, the more my body
prepared itself for sex.

“New York closed lower as did all the
markets.”

I spoke in a normal tone, though Donovan was
still at the opposite end of the building. While I had free run of the castle,
I had yet to explore the wing that housed Donovan’s suite.

 
“Gunter called from Germany and wants you to
call him back ASAP. Someone named Sebastian wants to know when you’ll be
arriving so he can finalize arrangements. Are you going out of town?”

I felt silly talking to an empty office, but
I had learned early on it was best to get the minutiae out of the way as soon
as he woke. Once we were in the same room, thoughts of phone messages and world
stock markets were forgotten until we had both orgasmed at least once and most
evenings, twice. Now that I had been in my position for a month, I had
developed a few sneaky tricks that got the work done before sex completely took
over our focus.

Memories of my great-grandmother’s affair
with this same man had warned me that she, too, had a problem wanting only to
be in his bed from the moment he appeared on her doorstep each evening. But
that was before he had disclosed his closely guarded secret. Once he’d told
Charlotte he was a creature of the night, she had left him and married another.
But she had never forgotten him. Since we were still getting to know one
another, I had not yet decided what my answer would be if he offered to turn me
so that I would be immortal as well.
 

Donovan was coming. My nipples hardened into
twin spikes, pushing so hard against my bra that their imprint was visible
through my blouse. A moment later, the five-hundred-year-old vampire leaned
over my right shoulder and brushed a kiss on my cheek as his hands came around
my chest and cupped my breasts.

He plucked at my nipples as he licked a trail
down my neck. “Mmmm, good evening, girls.” Rolling my nipples between his fingertips,
he kissed my cheek again before pulling away. “I’m going to destroy all your
bras.”

Donovan rounded the desk and threw himself
into his chair on the opposite side of the wide double partner’s desk. He was
wearing what I had come to think of as his horny vampire at home outfit. It was
meant to entice and torture me. The floor-length silk robe was the same
electric blue as his eyes. He wore it open in the front, highlighting the
rippling muscles and six-pack abs visible above the low-slung waistband of his
silk pajama pants. The man was a walking advertisement for sex and sex with him
was one product I would buy any time it was offered.

“If you do, I’ll just go out and buy more.” I
shifted in my chair as I took deep breaths, trying to get my body to settle
down. “And I’ll use my own money.”

The second statement garnered me an even
sharper look than the threat to replace my bras. “You don’t need bras. Hell,
you don’t even need clothes. It would save us so much time if you just wore the
uniforms I bought you.” He ran both hands through his too long to be business
fashionable raven black hair before one dropped to scratch his stomach. It
stilled there, drawing my wandering eyes down further to his silk pants which
were distorted with his thick, solid erection.

Feeling my cunt gush in reaction, I turned
back to my computer. “If I did that, we would never get any work done,” I said
as I finished the letter and then saved it for Donovan to look at later.

“You look tired. Are you feeling all right? Why
are you wearing your waitress clothes?” The questions came at a rapid fire pace
as he took in my no doubt paler than usual complexion and the yawn that I could
not stifle.

“I’m fine,” I said automatically, not wanting
to worry him.

He was so attentive and caring that if he
knew I had suffered through several more migraines and had finally given in and
gone to see a doctor, he would demand an immediate, middle of the night
consultation with the man. And since the doctor’s expression as he called and
ordered a CT scan had frightened me, I decided to keep the visit a secret from
Donovan until I knew more about what was going on. Especially when the earliest
appointment for the test was almost three weeks away, after the holiday season.

“Let’s play hooky.”

“What would we do?” I knew what he had in
mind, but decided tonight I would make him work for it.

“I’ll even let you tie me up and have your
way with me,” he offered with the sexy smile that made my hips shift as my
empty cunt reminded me of my growing hunger. Donovan had become an addiction
that I wasn’t sure I ever wanted to get over. How had Charlotte managed to
leave him was beyond me, though I felt torn about staying with him as I grew
older day by day.
 

“Maybe after you deal with Gunter, Sebastian,
the letters, and the email.”

“You’re no fun,” Donovan said, sounding like
a grumpy little boy denied cookies for dessert.

Knowing how to motivate the vampire whose
sole goal these days was to get me into the nearest bed, I unbuttoned the top
two buttons of my blouse. “I’ll make you a deal. If you deal with phone calls
and letters, I’ll change into one of those so-called uniforms you bought me
last week.”

Donovan’s bright blue eyes flashed as he
nodded slowly. “And will you sit on my lap while we deal with the email?”

“We’ll see.”

As I walked from the room, I heard Donovan
hit the speaker phone option before dialing Gunter’s number. I smiled to myself
as I headed down the hall to my suite. For a man who didn’t seem to care about
business, when properly motivated, Donovan could become a workhorse.

Though my job as Donovan’s personal assistant
was a mostly fictional position, I took my job seriously. I tracked the world
markets for him, responded to the dozens of letters that came each week begging
for money, time, energy, or some combination of the three, and kept his
calendar under control.

Once in my rooms, it only took a few minutes
to strip off the white imitation silk blouse and black slacks as well as my
mismatched bra and panties. The cool air gave me goosebumps and my nipples
tightened further, sending shivers of want from tits to cunt which blossomed
open and dripped juice onto my thighs.

Naked and horny, I opened the huge walk-in
closet and stopped in front of the bar where two dozen wisps of silk in a
rainbow of color hung from individually padded hangers. The spaghetti strapped,
mid-thigh length chemises were similar in character to the slinky, silky
flapper dresses that Charlotte had favored during her time with Donovan, though
these days the silk seemed thin enough to read through.

 
My
nerves shivered and I found I was so wound up I could not dress and walk back
to the office without orgasming first. Which put me in a quandary. One of the
conditions I had agreed to before moving in was that I would not masturbate if
Donovan was awake and available to be used for such purposes. But there was no
way I would make it back to the office to ask for his help.

“Donovan, I need you here, right now,” I
focused on the hunter green chemise I had chosen as the uniform of the evening.

Before I could pull the slip off the hanger,
Donovan appeared in the closet doorway. “Jayne? What’s wrong? Are you all
right?”

I turned only my head to meet his glowing
blue eyes. Though his black, black hair was ruffled from moving fast, he was
otherwise in complete control except for the ridge I saw distorting the front
of his pants. I, on the other hand, was panting with frustration.

“I’m so horny I can’t move.”

“And you didn’t want to peak alone? How
thoughtful you are.” He shrugged off his robe then slowly closed the short
distance between us. “Close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

Not sure what else to do, I did as he asked.

“Now release it.”

Air whooshed from me as I felt him stop just
behind me, though he did not close the last inch that separated our bodies. I
clenched my fists, trying to regain some sort of control over my body which was
teetering on the edge of complete orgasmic obsession to my vampire lover. Much
more of this and I would be a babbling idiot, my only goal in life being my
next orgasm.

“Tell me what you need.” His words caused a
breeze to tickle my ear.

I felt the coolness as he held his palms over my tits, hovering just
over my nipples, which grew even harder as they were denied the touch that
would send me over the edge.

Shifting, I spread my legs and felt my juices
dribble down my left thigh. I was so close. Why didn’t he help me? All it would
take would be a touch, a caress, one single thrust of cock into cunt.

“Tell me.” His tone grew gruffer and more
dominant.

My hips rocked forward as I tried to find the
words. “Empty. Needy. Touch me. Please.” Yep, I had become a babbling idiot who
could not even put a proper sentence together.

“Touch you where?”

“Anywhere.” Talking, trying to focus on
coherency was helping, but not much. I needed to come, craved the release an
orgasm would provide. “Please, help me!”

Donovan’s hands moved away from my tits and
down to my hands. Laying his right hand on top of mine, he moved our joined
hands across my thigh to the juncture of my legs. He held our hands so my
fingers just touched the top of my clit. “You do it,” he murmured into my ear
as his left arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me to lean against him. His
thick, solid cock twitched as it pressed into my back.

Those three words gave me the permission I
needed. Leaning my head back against his chest, I moved my hand down so my
first two fingers slipped between my pouting lips, found my clit and brushed
over it. Once, twice and then every nerve ending in my body fired at once and I
convulsed with orgasm, screaming as every muscle tightened in rippling waves of
pleasure.

I lost track of things for a few minutes
after that. When I came back to myself, we were no longer standing in the
closet. I lay in the middle of my king-size bed and Donovan lay beside me. His
head was propped on one hand while the other drew random patterns across the
skin of my belly, causing my nipples to bead up again. His eyes glowed down at
me through the dim light available from the closet and the bathroom.

“Feel better?” His voice was hungry and the
length pressing into my thigh told a vivid story of its own.
 

“What have you done to me?” I asked, rolling
to face him. After propping my head to mirror his position, I ran my hand down
his side. He had taken off the blue silk pajama pants and my exploration of his
bare skin went unimpeded to his hip. “I’ve never been so sensitive, so addicted
to sex before. It’s all your fault.” My grin and the fact that my hand traced
over his hip and across to his erection belied my accusation.

Donovan closed his eyes as he dropped his
head back and inhaled sharply as the same fingers that had carried me into
orgasm traced from tip to root and then back again.

“Whatever it is, you’ve done it to me as
well.” He shifted to lie flat on his back and pulled me up over him. In seconds
I was atop him, my legs spread. My cunt was wet, wide open and waiting. He
paused with his blunt tipped phallus just brushing the lips that guarded the
entrance. “Like Charlotte, you have become an addiction I don’t know that I’ll
ever overcome, not that I want to. I think if you ever leave me, I’ll have to
stake myself in the heart.”

With that, he wrapped his hands around my
hips and pulled me down at the same time his hips shifted upward, sliding
completely inside me. After that, words were unnecessary as he guided me up and
down his cock. Once we began to move in unison, his fingers moved to my tits to
pluck and play with my nipples that were hard and wanting again. As usual, it
only took a few minutes for us to find our way to heavenly orgasmic bliss. After
we both peaked, crying out our release together, I collapsed on top of him.

As I caught my breath, once again I questioned
if I would be able to live the rest of my life in the dark. Then I wondered if
Donovan would ever offer to turn me, or if we would live in this romantic
fantasy until I grew too old for him.

Chapter
Six

“Christmas is just a few days away,” Donovan
said once we had both cleaned up, redressed and were walking back to the
office. The hunter green silk slithered over my body as I moved, reminding me
that although I was momentarily sated, my sex drive could be flipped back on
high with a gentle caress over the right nerve endings.

“Yes, it is.”

“Do you have plans?”

“No. My family doesn’t get together for
holidays. Not since Mom died.” I tried not to feel hurt that my family was no
longer the close knit group we had been during my childhood. That was just the
way it was and I had learned to accept it. Spending time with my family also
meant justifying my lifestyle and I knew no one would understand or approve of
my new position as the live-in personal assistant to a man who worked nights.
 

“How about we take a trip?” Donovan settled
in his chair and focused on his computer as if actually seeing the 238 emails
that were waiting for his attention. “We could go somewhere special and have
some fun. You need more fun in your life.”

“If I have any more fun in my life, I won’t
be able to walk.” I grinned when Donovan’s eyes widened and his attention
shifted from the computer screen to me.

A moment later, his expression shifted and
his next question caught me off guard. “How did your appointment go this
afternoon?”

“How did you know about that?”

“I am all knowing. So what did the doctor
say?”

I was tempted to lie, but knew he would call
me on any untruth I tried to sneak past him. Besides, maybe sharing the worry
would make the problem seem smaller. “He didn’t really say anything. He gave me
some medication in case I have another headache and scheduled a brain scan for
after the first of the year.”

Donovan shook his head as he muttered in a
language I did not understand. Picking up the phone handset, he dialed a number
and then looked at me. “You never did answer my question about going away.”

“Can you take the time away?”

“Jayne, you have worked me harder in the last
month than I’ve worked in years. With laptops and cell phones, we can take the
office with us if you’re worried about falling behind, though I think you’d be
better off if we left everything here and just went and had fun.”

Before I could respond, the person on the
other end of the phone answered. Donovan greeted the man, then began a five-minute
conversation in yet another language I did not understand, but thought it
sounded German with lots of guttural G’s and K’s. I had caught up on my work
and wasn’t sure what else to do, so I doodled on the drawing pad I kept in my
desk. I tried to block out the conversation happening across the desk, but when
I heard my name not once but twice, I had to listen, though I understood
nothing else until Donovan said goodbye and hung up.

“Okay, it’s all set. Sebastian is sending a
helicopter to pick us up Sunday night and he’ll have a house ready when we get
there.”

“Get where?”

“Cherokee. Not too far away, but there’s
plenty to do for fun. Skiing and hiking and we can even visit the casino and
gamble if you’d like. And if nothing else, we can do what we do best, play with
each other.”

****

And that was how three nights later, I found
myself climbing into the back passenger compartment of the luxurious helicopter
Sebastian had sent for us. Donovan had been so excited that I didn’t have the
heart to disappoint him. The only time I had ever flown—in a huge airplane—I had
been a basket case and ended up cutting my trip short so I could take the bus
home. But that was then, this was now, and Donovan could always knock me out if
I got too hysterical, right?

The object of my thoughts climbed in beside
me and took a long, hard look at me. “You’re scared. No, you’re terrified.”

I nodded as the propeller began to turn
overhead. “I’ve never flown in a helicopter before.” I focused on fastening my
seatbelt, but my fingers wouldn’t cooperate.

Donovan gently brushed my hands aside and
secured both seatbelts. Then he pulled me as close to his side as we could
manage. “Don’t worry, sweet Jayne. I’ll help you forget all about where we
are.”

He dropped his arm over the seat behind me
and then slid his hand down the front of my chest, into the opening of the neck
of my ankle-length trench coat and then the silk wrap dress. He did not stop
until his fingers covered my braless tit. The whirling blades increased and the
noise had grown loud enough so that no one could hear anyone else speak so he
didn’t try. Instead, he let his body do the talking.

With two fingers of his free hand, he turned
my face up to his and kissed me, his talented mouth sweeping all thoughts of
fear away. In mere seconds, I was wet and ready for sex, though we were hardly
in a position for a hot, mind-exploding fuck. His fingers massaged my breast
and toyed with my hard as glass nipple as his tongue played with mine, teasing,
taunting, tasting every corner of my mouth.

After a few minutes, a gong sounded though I
did not care what it meant as long as Donovan kept kissing and fondling me. I
could not get enough of this man and from his rather obsessive behavior, I
thought he felt the same way about me, but it could just be he hadn’t had a
woman in the last eighty years and was making up for lost time. That thought
proved chilling.

I reached down and touched his wrist,
stopping the forward progress, though it took almost more strength of will than
I had. I pulled my lips from his and moved my head so that my lips were right
next to his ear, though he probably would have heard me anyway. “The pilots
might see.”

Donovan nodded his understanding, picked up a
remote control device, and pushed a button. A moment later, curtains drew
together, separating us from the cockpit area and we were alone. He pushed
another button and the lights dimmed. He then reached between us to release our
seatbelts before turning and unbuttoning my coat to push it off my shoulders.

As I shrugged out of it, Donovan stood and in
a move faster than my eyes could follow, stripped off his clothes. Like me, he
had given up wearing underwear, making his disrobing easier, but I was still
wearing my dress and shoes while he was bare as a newborn. For a five-hundred-year-old
vampire, Donovan fit in with the human world so well that sometimes I forgot he
wasn’t. Then he would display a vampire enhanced skill that reminded me I had
not fallen in love with your typical, run of the mill gorgeous guy, but with a
unique specimen of male.

The fact that we were in a helicopter flying
a few hundred feet above the ground escaped me as Donovan turned and proved yet
again that I was not alone in my addictive need for sex. His cock stood against
his belly tall, thick and proud as testimony to his own hungry state.

As I kicked off the spike-heeled, blood red,
leather pumps that matched my dress, I licked my lips and allowed hungry eyes
to wander. They slowly moved from his toes up long and sleek muscled legs, past
his well-endowed cock, flat abs, and beaded nipples to his face. He, too, licked
his lips as he closed the distance between us.

Taking my hand, he pulled me to my feet and
showed me handholds above the door and on the wall above our seats. After
making sure I was holding on and steady on my feet, he leaned forward and his
tongue traced the seam of my mouth. Before I could respond, he pulled away
again and knelt before me. Slipping the two buttons apart that held my dress
together, he brushed his hands over the flowing silk to part the edges like a
curtain to expose my hidden bare body. I looked down my body, between my proud
tits as his fingers came up and parted the lips hiding my coral pink clit. Then
he leaned forward and his tongue came out to touch me.

Electricity flashed from his tongue to the
bundle of energized nerves then out through every nerve ending in my entire
body and back again. When he took my clit between his lips and nibbled, I cried
out as an unexpectedly strong orgasm rocketed through me like a bullet train. Donovan
licked and savored as my juices flowed. When my bones and muscles refused to
hold me upright any more, he caught me easily and settled me across his lap
facing him with my thighs straddling his hips as he aligned our bodies. Then he
brushed the dress off my shoulders and tossed it onto my seat.

He held me so that he could speak right into
my ear. “Jayne, I have loved women before in my life and in this unlife, but
never have I felt for another woman the depth of what I carry for you.” He
shifted me higher until his cock’s tip nudged the slick opening to my cunt. I
shifted, wanting to complete our union, but he held me easily.

I pulled back so I could see his face. Looking
into those bright blue eyes, I saw he was sincere and yearning as he easily
held me with just the crown touching me. The need to be one with him, body and
soul, rose up in me. Staring deep into his eyes, only one thought came to mind.
I needed to be one with this man forever.

Leaning closer, I licked the edge of his ear.
“Charlotte loved you eighty years ago and never forgot you. Jayne loves you
even more and we are both yours for as long as you want us.”

With that, I shimmied my shoulders so that my
nipples brushed against his. The feeling of skin on skin sent my hunger and
need to a level where it was imperative we be joined so our orgasm would seal
the love we had just confessed to.

With an inhuman growl, Donovan’s hips surged
up as he lowered me. His cock easily slid in to fill my hot, wet, waiting cunt.
His lips found mine and then he began to guide my body in an up and down
motion. His tongue mimicked our fucking as our bodies rubbing against each
other quickly sent us over the edge into orgasmic bliss. My body convulsed in
the same second I felt Donovan stiffen and his cock jerk inside me. Our kiss
muffled my cries of completion. Then my mind was overwhelmed and I passed out.

When I woke, we were curled together on the
floor with my long coat covering our bodies. When I shifted and looked at
Donovan, he was smiling at me. That smile reminded me distinctly of our first
night at Tryon Palace when we had fucked to an explosive conclusion against a
brick wall just a dozen yards from where a hundred people were had celebrated
Halloween.

I smiled back as he lifted a finger and
traced it down my cheek. He opened his mouth to say something, but a
disembodied voice blasted over the intercom just then. “Mr. Richards, you
wanted to know when we were ten minutes from landing.”

Donovan swore softly, then stood and stuck
his head through the curtain to speak with the pilot. After pulling his head
back through, he secured the curtains again and then turned to me. He helped me
to my feet then knelt before me again. Pulling the handkerchief from my purse,
he used it to clean me up and then himself. Then he helped me into my dress.

As I buttoned the dress then smoothed it over
my hips, I slid my feet into my pumps. By the time I pulled on my coat, Donovan
was dressed as well, looking as dapper as ever. I sat down just as the “fasten
seatbelt” sign flashed on with a pinging sound. A moment later, the helicopter
engine sounds changed tone and the cabin shifted to a slight downward angle.

All at once, fear slammed into me and I
grabbed Donovan’s arm. After he fastened our seatbelts again, he wrapped his
arms around me and kissed me, keeping me well occupied for the next few
minutes. When he finally released me, we were on the ground and the helicopter
engines were winding down.

“That wasn’t so bad, now, was it?”

I grinned at him as I ran a finger up the
zipper that was distended over his hard on. “No, not bad at all.”

The door slid open and the co-pilot peered in
at us. “The limo is waiting, Mr. Richards. It will take you directly to the
house.”

“Thank you,” Donovan helped me climb from the
helicopter.

As we walked across the tarmac toward a black
Lincoln Town Car with dark tinted windows, he threaded our fingers together and
raised them to kiss the back of my hand. “So, sweet Jayne, I have a question to
ask you.”

“Oh?”

“Will you make me the happiest man in the
world by marrying me?”

Before I could answer, pain roared up and
swept through my head like a tsunami. My vision blurred then dimmed and I
stumbled in the pain filled darkness. Donovan caught me easily and lifted me in
his arms. I heard him calling my name, but could not answer him. It hurt too
much to think.

“Call Sebastian and tell him to meet us at
the house,” I heard him order in a voice harsher and tenser than I had ever
heard before. I wanted to reassure him that I would be fine, but could not find
the words. Then I gave in to the darkness and drifted away from the pain.

****

I floated for a while, then returned to hear
Donovan arguing with someone.

“Damn the expense, fix her!”

“Donovan, it’s not as easy as that. The
aneurysm is so deep in her brain that I can’t reach it without doing
irreparable damage, even if she survives the operation.”

I opened my eyes, then closed them again. The
room was too bright. “Donovan?” I whispered, reaching with my left hand.