Page 19 of You Only Die Twice

Breathtaking.

Sinking onto my knees further, I watch in fascination as his cock jerks with every slight brush of flesh against flesh. He remains motionless, like carved marble, just waiting for me to make my move. And it’s then I know what his end game is. He needs me to make this step, to take him in a lust-fueled daze.

I knew it from the beginning, but seeing him, feeling him, smelling him…. He knows I want this, and yet I’m still struggling. I half-expected him to toss me to the ground and take me like he usually does, but he knows that will never endear me to him. I have to be the one to make this move. It touches me deep inside just as much as it enrages me.

I know he’s playing me. He’s banking on my lusts to overwhelm me, and like with everything else, he’s right. He’s always been right. Groaning, I line my cock up with his asshole, taking just a moment to spit into my hand to lube myself up. It’s more consideration than he’s ever shown me.

Deep inside, I know he wouldn’t care if I took him raw and rough, but as much as it’s in my nature to hurt, I can’t bring myself to just not care. Even at my most sadistic, I never wanted the act of sex to feel anything less than amazing.

“Well, are you going to fuck me, or are you waiting to take me to the prom first?” Despite having a knife to her throat, Gloria chuckles, and I see red.

It’s bad enough she cheated on me, but to be at a point where she’s about to be injured and yet still mock me? It’s too much. Looking down, I note the smug smirk on Luka’s face and feel control start to slip from my grasp. A well-calculated verbal jab, and I’m ready to tear his throat out again. Why can’t he just allow me this moment?

Because you will never be allowed the upper hand with me. I own you, my minion. I own every inch of you - your mind, your body. Too bad you no longer own a soul, or I would own that too. Just like Katrina, you are mine. You will never be free unless you kill me.

“Do it,” he whispers, his lips barely moving as he utters the ultimate temptation. It would be so easy to just end all of this now. But to kill him would be to kill me. I will no longer be there to protect Katrina, thus potentially killing her.

To have such conflicting feelings surging through me is overwhelming. My head spins as my brain and body war with each other. It would be so simple. I glance back up at the screen, noting Katrina’s frenetic movements as she crawls about the room, her shoulder never leaving a solid surface.

I have to live, if only for her. I have to be the guard, the buffer between her and Luka’s evil machinations. I look back down at my tormentor, noting the slight tilt to his lips. He knows all. He hears all. He sees all. And dammit, despite all that, he still wants me. Despite knowing my burning desire to kill him, he still takes pleasure in my body.

To be held captive by the devil is to feel his burn. Closing my eyes, I slide the tip of my cock over the pleated skin of his bottom hole, shivering at the elicit taboo feeling of it all. Before Luka, I’d never experienced a man. Now, here I am, about to fuck him, not because he’s ordered me to, but because I want to.

I want him with the same desperation I want Katrina. I want him writhing beneath me, shouting his pleasure the same way he forced me to shout mine. I want my cum dripping from his body as I wrest out an orgasm from him. And most of all, I want Gloria to watch as her God gets defiled by my cock.

Not giving him any more preamble, I surge forward, the tight ring of his asshole squeezing me in a way I never thought possible. I pause, my girth stuck by the tight grip he has on me. Breathing deep, I force my way past his muscles, noting the tight grit of Luka’s teeth. Staring down at him, I watch the play of emotions as they cross his face.

Well, I’ll be damned. The monster can feel after all. Bracing on one hand, I slide my other to wrap around his throat, pinning him to the ground. I know he can flip the script at any time, but there’s something just so erotic about holding him there, wrapping myself in the illusion of control.

We both know who’s actually in charge, and for the first time, it’s not me. But also, for the first time, that’s okay. It’s okay to let go for just a moment and pour myself into this man, this beast…this monster. Luka bares his fangs as I push forward the last few inches, filling him up with my cock.

His inner muscles pulse about me, squeezing, massaging my length. A decadent groan spills from my lips as his cock brushes against my stomach, jerking in time with his asshole. There’s nothing quite like having him at my sexual mercy, seeing the proof of his desire jutting up like a mast.

A drop of precum pearls at the top, and I can no longer resist. Bending down, I force my spine to curl so I can lap at his slit, reveling in the soft moans as he threads his fingers into my hair. Luka yanks at the strands, unleashing something deep within me.

With a tortured howl, I lift back up and grip his hips, pinning him in place as I fuck his ass. Soon, he rises up, his hips meeting mine in a crash of flesh. The sound echoes in the room, drowning out the pleasured moans of Gloria. I don’t give a fuck if she’s getting off to this.

Right now, it’s no longer about her. It’s about me finally succumbing to what I want and desire, and right now, I want nothing more than to make Luka break apart. To explode with the same wild abandon that courses through my veins. “Touch yourself,” I order, my voice deep and raspy - no longer my normal timber. It’s as if someone or something else has taken over my body.

Instead of fighting me, Luka reaches between us, his fingers gripping the thick column between his thighs, jerking on himself as I pump in and out. “Enjoy this while you can,” he moans, head rolling back to the floor as he works himself over. “After this little taste, you’ll be back to being my bitch. My cum will drip out of you again soon enough.”

His words are vulgar as he murmurs everything he wants to do to my “tight, little asshole,” and instead of getting angry with impotent rage like I normally do, something deep inside breaks open and flutters deep in my stomach. I never submit to anyone, but at this moment, I would submit to him. Only him. Besides, while he’s busy fucking me, I’ll still be the one owning and caring for Katrina. That will never change.

The only thing different is that I’ll never dread our sessions again. If Luka pleasuring himself with my body feels anything close to what I feel fucking him, then who am I to deny him that. Closing my eyes, I let my orgasm break over me. My balls tighten, grazing against Luka’s as they squeeze impossibly tight. Lightning races down my spine as cum shoots through my cock deep into Luka’s ass.

Groaning, I stare in wonder as Luka bows up, his own cum shooting out, painting his body with the white fluid. “Release Gloria. I want her to clean him up,” I bark out. “Let her taste the desire I caused her lover to expel.”

Luka rolls his eyes, turning to the submissive with another flurry of Russian. With a bow of her head, she lifts up the chain, pulls the knife back, and stands against the wall, her head bowed. Gloria looks at the knife for a moment before looking back at Luka and me. With a grace only borne by vampires, she starts to stand, her smug face pinched in expectation.

“On your knees, whore,” I bark out, thrilling at Luka’s spasm around my softening cock. “I want you to crawl. And then, when you get here, I want to hear you beg. Beg for the semen you so freely lapped at.”

Luka’s lips curl up as he looks at me, amusement dancing in his eyes. That’s the first time I’ve ever seen real humor from him, and just a small part of me preens that I was the one to bring that real smile to his face. Once more, he speaks to the girl in Russian, and she nods before undoing the ring. “You sure are bossy,” he teases me. “Has anyone ever told you that?” His grin never wavers as we lock eyes.

“I have,” Gloria mutters, sliding back to the floor.

“Neither of us asked you,” Luka barks out, glaring at her prone form. “Now crawl your ass over here like a damned dog and do as Jackson orders of you. Or did you think your scent of arousal at our fucking would make me forget what you attempted to do to Katrina?”

Anger rolls off of him, and I find myself hardening again as I remain inside of Luka. Once more, he looks up at me, the small muscles around his lips twitching as he attempts to smother his smile. “Down, boy. You’ll need your cock for later.” Glancing at the wall, he speaks to the submissive a moment before planting his feet on the floor and pulling himself off of me.