A Night at Club Vampire 2 (14 page)

"Soon," he assured her, chuckling lightly as his mouth sought out her other breast, working the nipple into a hardened peak.

Wrapping a leg around his waist she pulled him closer to her, rubbing her pussy against his cock. Nigel freed her hand, took hold of her thighs and lifted her up onto him, his cock sliding into her warm core with ease.

With her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, her arms around his neck, Lacey held tight as he began to thrust within her. She opened her eyes to look over her shoulder. It suddenly occurred to her that she was getting fucked against the window, with a number of Nigel's workers now busy cleaning the club below them.

"Oh no, Nigel!" She exclaimed, panicked. Her fingernails dug into his back.

Nigel wasn't considering anything but the task at hand, as he began to increase the speed and force.

Lacey became aware of the sounds they were making as with each thrust she would be pushed into the glass.

Bang, Bang, Bang.

Lacey moaned despite herself. It felt so damned good. His cock filling her fully, and rubbing her clit as it moved in and out. She looked over her other shoulder and noticed a number of people seeming to be watching from down below. She needed to stop him.

They had to go someplace where her naked ass wasn't shoved against a window for all to see.

She was getting so close. As much as she didn't want to admit it to herself, the thought of them watching her and Nigel was turning her on even more, if that was at all possible.

She had no idea how she would face the people below them looking up at the window, but she was getting to the point that she didn't care.

She began to rock with him, her hips swaying against him, in rhythm with his thrusts.

With each inward thrust his cock would bury deep inside her, sending a shiver of desire through her body. Her fingers dug deeper into his shoulders, piercing the flesh.

Nigel groaned, burying his face in her neck.

"Nigel?"

"Yes?" He moaned as his tongue and lips teased the flesh of her neck.

"Do vampires enjoy... biting during sex?" she asked hesitantly. She wasn't even sure why she was asking. It just seemed natural to her, now that she knew what he was. And Joseph's words about it being a euphoric experience for the human intrigued her. She almost wanted him to bite her, to feel him drink from her. Just so she'd know herself what it felt like.

Nigel stopped thrusting, keeping his cock sheathed deep inside her. His head shot up, his white eyes burning with desire, hotter than she'd even seen with anyone in her past.

His massive chest was heaving. His eyes narrowed at her. "Why do you want to know?"

"I want you to. I want to know what it feels like," she responded, breathing heavily.

What am I doing? It's a bad idea, tell him to forget it
. She wasn't sure if it was the reporter in her
needing
to know what it felt like or the sexual deviant that he seemed to bring out in her that simply wanted it because it was new and dangerous.

"It will hurt, and I never want to hurt you, so the answer is no."

"But do you want to?" she asked for a second time.

Nigel nodded.

"Can it be arousing for the woman? I was told that..." she flushed and looked away.

Nigel sighed. "The bite hurts," he glanced at the marks that Joseph had left on her delicate skin, "The sexual stimulation some humans feel being bitten during sex, depends on the human involved."

"I trust you. So do it," Lacey said tilting her head to the side, exposing her neck to him.

Nigel hesitated a long second then resumed thrusting into her. His thrusts more forceful, driving deeper into her. Her warm soaked pussy eagerly took him in fully. His body grew rigid, he was close to releasing and she found she was equally as close.

Pleasure seemed to be flowing through her body in waves, her pussy yearning for release.

Close so close.

She tensed when Nigel's mouth touched her neck. The tips of his fangs sending shivers down her spine as he grazed them up and down the length of it. As she grew closer still to her climax, she felt a pinch as his fangs pierced the flesh of her neck.

Lacey cried out. It stung, making Nigel's entire body freeze within her. "It's alright," she assured him weakly, "I'm okay."

He began to thrust again, Harder, faster.

Bang, bang, bang; against the window.

Lacey was beginning to feel lightheaded as her body readied itself for her release. One more thrust, two more, three. Lacey cried out as she was rocked from the explosion of her orgasm. A wave of relief flooded her body, as her juices gushed over his cock. The feel of her warmth coating his cock also pushed Nigel over the edge as he thrust one last time into her warmth and released.

Nigel pulled his head away from her neck, and claimed her lips with his own. His mouth tasted metallic, from her blood. Not the greatest of tastes, but she was too exhausted and content to care. Finally, he pulled his lips away and rested his forehead against hers, panting heavily.

"Are you alright, honey?" he asked. His eyes were now back to grey and heavy with worry.

"I feel wonderful," she assured him, with a satisfied smile on her face.

Nigel pulled away further to examine her neck. "I'm sorry Lacey. I shouldn't have fed from you. But fuck! You offered, and you feel so damned good. And..."

Placing a finger on his lips, stopping his apology, Lacey shook her head. "I wanted you to. Maybe more than you wanted to. I'm fine." She replaced her finger with her lips, kissing him soundly.

Lacey frowned as she remembered the people down below and felt her face flush with heat. The fact they were watching when she was in the heat of the moment, didn't seem to be such a big deal. Now, however, she was very aware of their presence and more than a little embarrassed by her actions.

"What's wrong?" Nigel asked confused.

Nodding to the people below them who - for reason unbeknownst to her - didn't seem to be concerned with Lacey and their boss any longer and had gone back to their work.

"They saw everything."

Nigel threw his head back and laughed. The laughter continued for close to a solid minute. "It's mirrored glass. No one can see in here."

"But they were looking up here," she protested.

He knocked on the glass, giving it four solid raps. Everyone working below them stopped what they were doing and looked up to the window. "They were just curious about the sound," he explained.

Not sure if she felt better or not about that information, Lacey simply nodded.

Reluctantly she unwrapped her legs from around his waist.

Pulling out of her, Nigel slid her down his body and onto the floor. He held tight to her waist, concerned about the blood loss.

She tried to stifle it, but a yawn escaped her lips. A combination of an eventful day, vigorous sex, and loss of a pint or two of blood had exhausted her. Seeing her tired state, Nigel ushered her into the bedroom, promising breakfast in bed, among other things.

Less than five minutes later, Lacey was snuggled up to Nigel in his large king sized bed. Her head rested comfortably on his chest as he ran his fingers through her hair. She fell asleep with a smile on her face, because deep down she knew - for the first time in her life - that she was falling in love. All thoughts of the article were forgotten.

Usually Nigel would be sound asleep at noon, but not today. He'd spent several hours watching Lacey sleep, running his hand over the soft curves of her beautiful, naked body clinging to him. He found her soft snores amusing; her clinging to him endearing, and the mere sight of her luscious breasts and round ass highly arousing.

She was the perfect woman. He had no doubt in his mind. And she had offered her neck to him, allowed him to drink from her. He doubted he had ever tasted blood so delicious.

Drinking her blood while making love to her, gave him the greatest orgasm of his lifetime. Suffice to say, that was saying a lot since he had had a fair amount of women over the centuries. There was no doubt in his mind now that she was the one he'd been waiting all these centuries to find.

By 9am Nigel had decided to get out of bed and call his chef. He wanted the chef on duty for when Lacey woke up to make her breakfast. In the meantime, he decided it would be best to go to his office and get some paperwork done. He'd been temped too many times over the course of the night to nudge her legs apart, settle between them and slide into the moist heat at their center.

He was about to get up from his work to check on his sleeping beauty when a knock came at his office door. "Come in," he called, pushing his paperwork into a desk drawer and locking it.

Travis walked into the room carrying a newspaper in his right hand.

"Good morning. Do you have some time to talk?" He didn t bother to wait for an answer but marched over to the chair across the desk from Nigel and plunked himself down in it. "Is Lacey still here?"

Nigel's brow furrowed. "She's sleeping in the bedroom. Why do you ask?"

Travis leaned forward in the chair, His elbows braced on his knees, the paper still clutched in his hand. "How much do you know about her - if you don't mind me asking?"

Shrugging, Nigel thought about the question. A lot in one sense, but if he was really honest with himself, the truth was, not a hell of a lot at all. He had no idea what she even did for a living. He was ashamed of that. He promised himself to find out virtually everything about her over the next few days. Finally, he admitted to Travis, "Not a lot."

Looking down at the paper, back up at Nigel, then to the paper again, Travis seemed to make a decision. He unrolled the newspaper and tossed it to the desk in front of Nigel.

"There is something you need to see."

Picking up the paper Nigel's eyes immediately went to the headline story. In big bold letter the story was titled:
Criminal Cover-Ups and Occult Activities Just A Few of
the Disturbing Happenings at Club Vampire in New York City
by Lacey Turnbell.

As Nigel began to read the frown he was wearing deepened. His tranquil mood turned cold and stormy. He was used to bad publicity. The bad publicity was what drove people to want to go to Club Vampire in the first place. But what Lacey had written went above and beyond anything that had ever been written before.

In the article she accused the club of covering up murders; of paying off police and government agencies. She also accused the club of providing drugs to potential rapists and promoting orgy-like sessions, which included bloodletting in private back rooms. She didn't mention vampires, thank the gods for small miracles, but she had said enough.

Bloodletting and orgies? That alone would have a number of activist groups in front of the club picketing. She even suggested that the club might be running a private brothel.

What the fuck!

How could she have done this? They d spent the whole night together and she had not once mentioned she was a reporter or that she had written that article. Did she think he just wouldn't find out? Or perhaps being with him was just a ploy to get more information on the club and vampires?

Both men sat in silence, neither one knowing what to say. Nigel considering all the ramifications this article could have on his club, while Travis waited to be instructed on what to do next. With the Queen arriving in two weeks this article was coming out at a very bad time. The last thing Nigel needed was to have to deal with reporters and police with Queen Louisa and her entourage wandering about.

Travis eventually broke the silence, "What do you want me to do?"

Nigel looked up, but didn't look directly at Travis, instead his eyes travelled over Travis's right shoulder and settled on the window that they had made love against last night. "Send the chef home," he said.

Travis raised a questioning eyebrow at Nigel. "Send the chef home? That's all?"

Nigel nodded, "that's all for now."

With a quick nod of the head, Travis stood and strode toward the door. Holding the door handle he turned back to look at Nigel. "If you need anything, I'll be in my apartment downstairs."

"Thanks, but I'll be fine." Nigel continued to stare at the window for several minutes after he heard Travis open and close the door behind him. Snatching up the newspaper, with feelings of anger and betrayal boiling up within him, Nigel marched into the bedroom to confront Lacey.

****

Maybe he would forgo the breakfast and they could go straight to the other things?

Rolling over onto her back, she propped herself up on her elbows and began to survey the room. She screamed, startled when she noticed a movement from the corner of her eye, to the far left of her. Clutching the sheet to her bosom, she whipped her head to face the intruder. Sighing, she let out a light, embarrassed chuckle to see it was just Nigel.
He
must have been waiting for me to wake
, she mused,
he's so sweet
.

Beginning to congratulate herself on finding such a wonderful and interesting man, her self-congratulations were short-lived as she took in the grave expression on his face.

Gone was the look of tenderness and affection he normally displayed when looking at her. It was replaced by a looked of cold rage.

The article! I should have told him! Or not written the blasted thing at all
. Why had she been so hasty in sending that article off to her editor? Because she had been angry, and scared, and perhaps even hurt to a certain extent. But then not to tell him. He had mentioned honesty last night, a couple times, if she recalled correctly and she had simply nodded, but said nothing. That would have been the perfect opening to tell him, but now he knew. And it was over, before it had even really had a chance to begin.