Master Control
Chapter 2
“I am in your being…every breath you take, every moan and gasp belongs to me. I am the Master tonight Integra…”
The vampire gazed down at his master. Her body was picturesque…so vibrant…yet so fragile. Golden olive skin glistened while she quivered beneath his looming form. Her breasts heaved with desire but her eyes were brimming with pain. If he had possessed any breath in his body, the sight would have stolen it.
Nosferatu like himself were truly flawless creatures, but mortality was beyond beautiful to him. Humans were so oblivious of how close they were to death at any moment (snap her neck) and always trusted they were in safe hands (in my hands). But the duality of humanity was what was so interesting to him. They could choose to be angels or demons and each day was a fresh start until death claimed them.
Of course there was always the positive aspect to being eternal (the blood is the life)…
His eyes scraped over his master’s (slave) slender neck and he felt his tongue swell. He could almost taste her…Her life force drawn out through every deep swallow, her essence coursing through his veins. The blood of a Hellsing would quench his thirst like no other. He bit down on his own tongue until blood filled his mouth…tonight was not about the blood. He knew with a little more (play)time he could have her begging for his sharp kiss, but that (absolute retribution) was for another night…
He drew his shadows back from her arms and used them to elevate her off the desk. She hovered and rotated in the air for a few moments before he dropped her onto her hands and knees.
The crack of her bones colliding with the hard surface hit him straight in the groin. Integra’s mouth opened in a voiceless scream and he attempted to stifle the urge to moan aloud. After a moment, his features regained their contemplative countenance. The look on his face resembled an artist assessing his work, planning his every stroke to achieve the ultimate result.
He languidly tongued a fang as he sent a shadow to gather her arms behind her back, while another pushed her face into the unyielding surface of the desk. He heard her breath hissing from between her teeth… whether it was from the position her head was in or out of anger…he didn’t care to determine… either way was excellent by him.
His head rested in his hand and then tilted to the side in appraisal (perfect). Dark mirth spread across his features. He let a short chuckle escape his lips. He enjoyed her this way, her ass in the air, hands bound and her sex humiliatingly exposed to greedy eyes.
It was time to (break her) finish this.
His clothing twisted and dissolved into his being and his hair grew and shifted around his body. His shadows throbbed then receded. They were replaced by tendrils of hair stroking her skin, even while keeping her arms restrained.
He closed the gap between their bodies, causing his pulsing erection to press against her entrance. He took his cock into his hand and rubbed it across her folds unhurriedly, relishing the way her hips revolved against him attempting to force an entry.
She was obviously a slow learner and needed another lesson in (pain) patience.
His right hand came down across her left ass cheek like lightning. Her head jerked up in shock and pain and he took the opportunity to grab a fistful of hair in his right hand. His breath ghosted across her neck, “I believe we discussed this earlier Integra, I am the Master tonight.”
He released his member then slammed two gloved fingers into her while yanking her head back in unison. Her muscles clenched around him as the discomfited angle of her body drove his fingers deep inside of her. He pumped them in and out of her at a face pace, hitting her soft spot with each stroke.
Her knees shook as the pleasure built. “Alucard…”, she whimpered, “please…”.
A grin split across his face (Break her…Make her beg).
He rapidly pulled his fingers from her, winning an even superior whimper from his Master. He brought the same gloved hand swiftly to Integra’s panting mouth. She eagerly took his fingers between her lips and flavored her own arousal. He swirled his digits around her tongue, ran them across her swollen lips and put them deep into her mouth. He leaned over, sadistic glee spread across his face an inch from her own, his hungry eyes watching her reactions to the teasing,
“I can desecrate you without even a bit of hesitation, an once of regret…because I am a monster. I will wield the gun and determine its aim. I will put the ammo in the magazine, pull the slide and undo the safety. But…I need your objective. What are your orders Integra?” Even while he mocked her, his voice dripped like honey through her body and coiled in her lower stomach.
His erection pressed teasingly at her quivering opening yet again and she became overwhelmed by the collective sensations. He felt her mind relinquish her last bit of strength and pride (smirk).
She sucked on the fingers invading her mouth and moaned, “Please…Alucard…just fuck me…”
“Please…WHO?” His gloved hand came down on her ass again,
“MASTER…Please…Master… fuck me!”
She felt his cold tip pulsating against her heat and groaned breathlessly,
“Oh my God….”
“I know nothing of God…only this…”, with a growl and a powerful thrust he seated himself fully inside her, ripping through her cherished barrier. She cried out in pleasure as her sacred blood spattered against his hips. He clawed at her flesh and she met each of his furious thrusts with one of her own.
Alucard raised his burning eyes to the portrait on the far wall and his sadistic laugh rung out (Never be mine?Who is Master now Abraham).
Roughly wrenching her head back by the hair, he purred in her ear, “Cum for your monster Integra…”
Her walls gripped him on command. Her fluid flowed down the inside of her thighs while his name penetrated every corner of the room.