Chapter One

 

Miranda woke slowly, groaning. Her head hurt. She stared into the darkness, then gasped, remembering the way the world had tumbled around her as the car had crashed! She sat up, wincing, holding her head, then looked around, wondering what had happened.

The lights were off but she could see, after a fashion. She didn't bother to ponder the reason for that, as she looked around her. She was in his bedroom, she decided. Yes, there was the bed and... she was on a mattress on the floor!

Well, that was an improvement of sorts. Certainly it was better than being chained to the bed. She rubbed her head again. It did hurt. She wished there were headache pills around. She was really going to have to have a discussion with him about the way she was being locked into his bedroom during the day!

At least, she presumed it was day given he was laying unmoving on the bed. A tiny green light across the room caught her eye, and she rose, padding across the floor, to find her phone. That gave her the time. It was three in the afternoon. Sunset was hours away. She glanced at him on the bed again.

He couldn't be a bloody vampire!

She went over to the bed and then turned on the light. He lay unmoving, unbreathing from what she could determine. Less shy this time, she put her fingers against his shoulder, prodding him, pushing. That produced no response so she slid her hand down over his chest.

It was, she realized, the first time she'd really touched him. How odd. She could not help miss the muscles of his chest, but the skin felt oddly cold, uncomfortably so, and she felt no heartbeat.

She pulled her hand away uncertainly.

"Hey!" she said. "Hey MacGregor!" she shouted.

There was no response.

There was no such thing as vampires!

She didn't want to touch that cold skin again. She went to the door, unsurprised to find it locked, then sat down on the mattress on the floor with the phone.

"Things to do," she said, as she opened up the notepad. "Get him to stop locking me in his damned room every day."

She was relieved to see her internet connection still worked. She checked New York sunrise and sunset times, and added the information to her notes, then began to make a list of things to buy, including clothes and shoes.

Shopping by cell phone wasn't the fastest thing in the world, but then, she had lots of time. She bought a computer with a large monitor to start. That was the easy part. Buying clothes, well, that took a lot more consideration. That included what MacGregor might think of it.

Keeping her naked was just some stupid male fantasy, but on the other hand... it wasn't like she could just ignore his wishes. Anyway, she had clothes back at her flat. She just needed him to let her go and get them. And wear them.

But perhaps she could persuade him a little by buying particularly sexy clothes, that was to say, particularly slutty clothes she would only have to wear around him. So she bought a few cute, flirty dresses with very short skirts, then some sexy lingerie. Sometimes less was more, and sometimes more was better.

Surely he was getting tired of seeing her naked. A little discrete clothe here and there, perhaps partially see-through, would add some tease to her appearance, provide a little mystery. She didn't want to wander around in a thong but it was better than wandering around naked. And it was moving in the right direction.

She got up and checked herself in the mirror. Her waist length hair was a dreadful mess! You had to care for hair as long as hers or it tangled and frayed! Then again, her hair didn't seem to be very tangled and frayed, just sort of... mussed. That was a bit of an oddity. She'd been flung around in a car! Her hair should be tangled and frayed!

She was naked, of course, and still wore the studded leather collar around her neck, and the matching restraints around her wrists and ankles. The mere sight of them drew a soft pulse of arousal from deep within her. She looked like some kind of sex kitten or... what had he called her, his sex toy?

She frowned as she looked at herself, leaning forward and combing her fingers back from the side of her neck. Surely that wasn't... no, it had to be some kind of... of hickey, she thought with a rippling sense of shock.

It couldn't be bite marks! There was... no such thing as a vampires!

But what if he was!?

She turned and stared at him anxiously.

It was impossible!

But what if he was!?

What happened when a vampire bit you!? Well, aside from you losing some blood, obviously.

She returned to the mattress and began to Google vampires, reading on various things they were alleged to be able to do. Some of them, like turning into a bat, seemed unlikely. The parts which talked about mind control, though, well, that certainly seemed to have a basis in fact!

Nothing mentioned mind control to give girls amazing orgasms, though. Mostly it was to control someone so the vampire could drink their blood and kill them. Scary stuff, but he'd already had her completely at his mercy any number of times. If he wanted to kill her he'd have done it already.

She turned to look at herself again, combing her fingers through her hair, drawing it forward to hide the ... hickey. Odd how soft her hair felt. She hadn't washed it yesterday as she usually did. There'd been no time.

She felt oddly energized, too, which, given she'd missed dinner, was even stranger. It was a large room, so she decided to do some energetic yoga. She'd been a dancer, after all, or at least, she had supported herself illegally in this country as a dancer when she'd been looking for him. That meant she had to keep herself toned and fit.

Very toned and very fit.

It was hard doing anything beyond yoga when naked. She was not a small girl up top, and despite how firm her breasts were they were liable to wobble a lot if she made energetic movements. She needed her sports bra!

She and MacGregor were going to have a heart to heart when he woke up! She wanted her own room, and her own stuff. If he wanted to spend all day long on his back sleeping - or whatever he was doing - that was fine with her, but she couldn't sleep for that long and didn't want to.

Bored and restless, she moved around the room, opening and closing dresser drawers and idly inspecting the contents. She reached into one and pulled out what looked like a short sword. It was very sharp, and she swung it about idly, before putting it back in. Further in, she found a box of medals, though she had no idea what they were for.

She wandered into the closet, checking his clothes. Most were smart looking suits. She supposed he didn't go in much for sportswear. No need for golf shirts when you couldn't play golf. And imagining him in a tennis outfit just made her smile. He seemed far too dignified for men's shorts.

There were several... costumes there, as well. It took her a few moments to wonder if they were actually costumes, or something that he had actually worn once.

There are no such things as vampires, she told herself, with less belief in it than usual.

Several of the 'costumes' were uniforms, though she was hard pressed to say what sort of military they'd belonged to. They looked and felt real, though...

Suddenly she gasped as she felt a ... an awareness, a presence, something new which seemed to simply blossom within her mind. She blinked her eyes rapidly, jaw dropping. She knew what it was, but didn't know what it was!

She knew it was MacGregor. She had no idea why she was feeling it. She whirled and went to the doorway, then stepped through. MacGregor looked the same, but there was something subtly different about his appearance. She hesitated, moving closer. His skin seemed much less pale, she decided.

Biting her lower lip, she eased closer, then leaned forward and pressed her fingers against his shoulder.

The flesh was soft - and warm.

Heart beating faster and faster, her hand slid across to his chest, where the flesh was just as warm, and then lay flat against him. She slid her hand forward to the middle of his chest, feeling a rising thrum of energy and excitement within herself she didn't understand.

She gasped as his eyes opened, and hers locked with them for what seemed like an eternity! She felt a strange sense of awareness of him inside her mind, as if his presence was like a roaring fire, and the closer she came, the warmer it got.

She felt herself climbing into the bed, straddling him, her hands sliding up and down his chest as their eyes remained locked together. She felt his cock beneath her buttocks, felt it swelling as she moved her body, then leaned over, her breasts throbbing as she bent and slid her hands up and down his ribs.

Again she felt a wild rush of energy at the realization she hadn't been able to touch him before! He'd always taken her from behind, on her knees, with her hands bound or controlled! Now her hands glided greedily over his soft flesh as she began to grind her buttocks against his hardening shaft.

Her hands slid up his chest, over his shoulders, then through his long hair as she bent further. She moaned as his hands finally moved, sliding up onto her buttocks to knead and caress them, then flowing up her back and into her own hair as he pulled her mouth down against his.

She moaned into his mouth, becoming breathless with energy as she rolled what was now her groin, her sex, against the hot, warm hardness of his big cock, her body pulsing with excitement which quickly rocketed higher.

And then he urged her downward, not with his hands but... but she simply knew what he wanted. She slid down his body, bending further, licking and kissing his chest, nibbling lightly at his nipples, then sliding further down, her long hair like silk as it slid across his body.

She licked at his balls, rolling her eyes up at him as she did, sucking them into her mouth as her small hands caressed his shaft and raised it higher. Her hands moved gently up and down its long length as her mouth massaged his balls, then let them slide slowly out.

Her tongue traced its way upward along his shaft, her head turning sideways - because she knew he liked it - somehow - and mouthed his shaft with her soft lips, sliding her mouth up and down along the shaft edgewise, sucking lightly as her tongue fluttered against it.

She raised her head up and tilted the shaft towards her, examining it momentarily, her thumb stroking up and down the thick, hard vein at the bottom before she leaned forward, holding it like a Popsicle, licking the underside of the head with long, slow, seductive strokes of her tongue.

Strange impulses and sensations were swirling and twirling within her mind, all of them focused on pleasure and heat, and it was as if ... as if she instantly knew exactly what he wanted. Not only did she know to lick him exactly... there... but was able to instantly adjust how hard because... because that was better somehow, that was... better!

Her arousal deepened, even though he wasn't touching her! She felt exhilarated somehow, licking her way up and down his thick shaft, squeezing and massaging it within her fingers, filled with anticipation!

Her soft breasts felt swollen and overheated below her, pillowed out against his thighs, the warm flesh and hairs making her nipples tingle hotly as she drew herself up and, eyes bright with excitement, pursed her lips and pressed the head of his cock against them.

Slowly, she pushed down, letting him force her lips apart, slowly, her mouth opening wider and wider to envelope his thick girth. He was the largest man she'd ever had by quite a bit, and she still felt a wicked rush of elation every time she thought about how deep his cock drove inside her when he used her!