Blood Slave by Travis Luedke Read Free Book Online Page B

wine, not that I know anything about wine, but any spirits were welcome at the moment.  I had worked my way through most of the bottle by the time my new Master let himself into the room.
    I slurred.  “1998 was a very good year.”  I held my bottle up in salute.  I had grown attached to my bottle, reluctant to let go.  It would serve as a decent bludgeon if that psycho bitch came anywhere near me.
    “So it would seem.”  Enrique sat next to me on the plush cream colored sofa I was camping out on in my new terry cloth bathrobe.  “What are you watching?”
    On the forty inch flat screen I viewed a rerun of ‘twelve corazones’, a dating show on one of the Spanish channels.  I liked seeing all those young attractive people from all parts of Latin America smiling on TV, happy, doing whatever they wanted, with nice shiny new visas.  I aspired to be like them someday, just a normal person enjoying life in America.  Isn’t this supposed to be the land of the free?
    My attitude creeped out from under my drunken smile.  “It’s gay porn – what do you care?”
    I thought about smashing my Cabernet Sauvignon over his head to make my escape, but I still had a few swigs left.  I didn’t want to waste that last bit, might need it to make it through the rest of the night.  Besides, he didn’t really feel threatening.  I felt like I could trust him, my captor.  How stupid is that?
    He seemed so civilized, cool and collected.  I’m sure he only smacked me as a way to get control of the situation.  And the fact I kneed him in the nuts probably had something to do with it.  I needed to watch out for that psycho Lia.  Not this man.
    He didn’t react to my bait, so I tried another tactic.  “What are you gonna do with me?”  I shifted my legs, allowing my bathrobe to part just enough to flash a little bit of shaved pussy.  He smiled at the blatant invitation.
    “Does everything with you revolve around sex?”
    I opened my legs wider and pulled back the hem of my robe.  He had an unobstructed view of me from the belly down.
    “I imagine that’s what most men think about in your presence, you’re an extremely sensual person.  I suspect it’s your dominant trait.”
    “Sex is my life.  It has been since I was fourteen.  I’m very good at it.  Wouldn’t you like to find out?”  I smiled as my hand creeped down my belly to stop between my legs, touching myself as he watched.
    “I bet you are.  Esperanza … you’ve had it rough.  I don’t mean tonight, I mean in general.  For that reason I truly regret what I must do.  But I see no other acceptable alternative.”  Then he struck hard and fast, right in the neck.  It wasn’t one of those friendly little nips.  He chomped on my neck, and it hurt.  He latched onto me with his iron grip and sunk his teeth in so deep I thought for sure he’d take a chunk out of me.
    Then it hit, a wonderful joyous euphoria.  It started between my legs and worked its way all throughout my body.  He had me clawing at his back moaning and groaning with it.  Starbursts and fireworks, a roaring rush like no other.  A full-bodied orgasm, convulsions and all.
    I found myself wrapped around him humping on his thigh, making this guttural grunting noise.  I was so damn wet.  He made me squirt.  My thighs were soaking wet from the world’s most awesome orgasm ever.  I’m pretty sure I called out his name a few times along with God, as if the two were interchangeable.  For those minutes he held onto me sucking the life out of my neck, he might as well have been God for all I knew.  Yes, it really was that good.
    When it finally ended I was spread eagled on his thigh, my legs wrapped tightly around him.  My hips kept humping, involuntarily, rubbing my soaking wet crotch all over his leg.  I just couldn’t stop coming, my body did its own thing.  I was sore.  Who needs a cardio workout when you can burn hundreds of calories with the world’s best