Erotic Flash: A Vampire's Seduction (4 page)

"Oh God, Oh God, Oh God," she cried out, louder and louder, as her body reached the summit of her desire.

Victor's cock was as hard as granite, yet again. She was beautiful, seductive and delicious and she was his! He began to alternate between thrusting his tongue deep into her and flicked her clit with his tongue. Back and forth, in and out. Damn, he wanted to fuck her - badly. He wanted to drive his cock so deep into her that she'd beg him to never leave. But he refrained.

"So close!" she informed him, but he already knew. Her body has tensed up under him. Her small hands tight fists in the blanket and her breathing rapid.

"Then come baby. I want to taste more of you," he growled.

His voice seemed to be what put her over the edge. She cried out, bucked wildly against his mouth and then a wave of her juices greeted his awaiting tongue. He lapped at her sweet pussy up until every drop was gone.

Her body finally relaxed and she moaned softly, opening her eyes back up and staring over at him. Her eyes focused on his massive erection, and she swept her tongue along her bottom lip as if in invitation.

As much as he wanted to feel her lips around his shaft once more, he knew he would not last long enough to make it worthwhile. Sitting up on his knees, he took his paining cock in his hands and began to stroke himself for her. Her eyes widened, locked on him masturbating himself as she sat up on her elbows.

He gave himself several long, hard jerks and with a low feral growl he exploded, his cock spraying a stream of his cum over her stomach and mound. Finally spent, he collapsed next to her on the blanket and pulled her into his arms. She snuggled up to him, a smile touching her full lips.

"Sweet dreams my love," he whispered moments before he fell away into nothingness.

****

Sabrina pulled up to the curb of Flash Studios at 8:55pm, five minutes before her appointment time. She was nervous, but at the same time excited. She wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but she supposed the wait was almost over and she would find out for herself soon enough. She took a moment to check her make-up in the review mirror before she hopped out of the car, locking it behind her. It beeped in acknowledgement, as she waked down the sidewalk to the front door.

Walking into the front door with hesitation, she scanned the small but bright reception area. There was no sign of anyone, except for the beat of what seemed to be a heavy metal music coming from behind a closed door towards the back of the room. His studio she assumed

She noticed a maroon leather sofa at the far end of the room so proceeded to it and sat down. Picking up one of the woman's fashion magazine to pass the time she began skimming through it, but she couldn't calm her nerves enough to concentrate enough to actually read.

She had done some research on the photographer and he was renowned for his erotically sexy pictures, which was exactly what she was looking for she supposed. She failed to find any photographs of him online however. She hoped he was a good guide because she wasn't even sure she knew
how
to be sexy, let alone pose sexy for photographs.

Oliver had commented repeatedly on how conservative she was, how she needed to let go and be more experimental
.
Inside
and
outside of the bedroom. He was of the feeling that she wasn’t adventurous enough. She resented his assessment of her, although she sometimes feared there may have been some truth to it.

Pfft. Perhaps that's where the little bimbo came into play
. For the right price, Sabrina would bet
that one
would be as adventurous as he, or anyone else for that matter, wanted.

Anger began to override the nerves as her thoughts shifted back to the night she found the two of them. In her house! On her bed!

****

Inside the studio, Victor could sense that Sabrina had arrived for her appointment, even before she walked through the front door. He had visited her dreams again last night; he couldn't seem to get enough of her. Especially after seeing and touching her in the flesh at the supermarket. His obsession with this human was not healthy, he knew it, but he simply could not stay away.

In their dreams, she kept demanding to feel him in her and he continued to deny her.

Soon
, he would promise. Call him a gentleman, but he wanted to wait until she was conscious before they progressed to that. Well, perhaps, what he
did
do with her wasn't all that gentlemanly, but as far as he was concerned it was about as much of a gentleman as you were going to get from a vampire. Besides, he reasoned with himself, they were
her
dreams, he only,
influenced
them.

****

The volume of the music lowered and moments later the back door opened up to reveal a tall, ruggedly handsome man, with shoulder length dark hair and black eyes.

Wait a second,
her mind started churning
, the supermarket
.

He was wearing a blue button down shirt and low-rise black pants. The shirt was loose fitting but she knew underneath was a muscular chest and a six pack for abs. Seeing that she had briefly met the photographer already and knowing just how hot he was increased the nervousness substantially.

He smiled warmly. “You would be Sabrina.” He strode up to Sabrina with her hand outstretched.

"I am," returning the smile Sabrina set aside the magazine and shook his hand. She gasped as a rush shot through her as their hands touched making her pussy pulse.

“I am Victor," he gave her a quick wink, "but I think you already know that."

She stood frozen, her eyes locked to his. After what felt like minutes, but was closer to seconds she broke eye contact she nodded, a shy smile on her face, "yes, yes I do."

"There is a dressing room next to the studio you can use to get ready for the shoot.

Feel free to utilize anything including the wardrobe,” he pointed to the closed door to the left of his studio, “Once you are ready come on into the studio and we can get started.”

“Alright.” Sabrina swallowed down the lump forming in her throat and allowed herself to be ushered to the small dressing room.

****

Victor watched her walk away. He loved the way her hips swayed under the trench coat she was wearing as she walked. She was such a rare find. She had the sexiness of a siren, but was so elegant and reserved. At least in the flesh she was.

The woman he fraternized with in her dreams was unrestrained and confident. In person, he could tell she was fighting with issues of insecurity and self-doubt. That bothered him immensely.

He was determined to bring out the hot, fiery woman he had met in her dreams Bringing out the woman he knew she wanted to be, from the woman who was in his dressing room, was going to be a challenge that he would happily undertake. He wasn't sure why it was so important to him. But, it was.

Chapter 4

The dressing room had a variety of props and outfits. Sabrina assumed for customer use if they had a specific theme in mind. She fingered one of the leather S&M outfits hanging from the bondage clothing rack but dismissed those quickly.
Baby steps Sabrina,
Baby steps.

Taking off her trench coat she hung it up on an empty hook by the door, then peered at herself in the full-length mirror on the wall. She was wearing a typical male favourite, a school girl outfit. Her small perk breasts pushed against the thin white fabric of her white blouse. The pleated, red and green plaid shirt she was wearing fell to mid-thigh. She took a minute to put her long auburn hair up into two pigtails to finish off the look.

She was a petite woman. Not necessarily skinny by today’s standards but she supposed she was lucky to have the extra weight in all the right places.

Taking a moment to touch up her makeup, which she decided to keep relatively simple, she left the dressing room and entered the studio.

The music in the studio still played the heavy metal music it previously had, but the volume had been lowered further so it could only faintly be heard.

Victor walked over to her as his intense, dark eyes slowly worked their way down and then back up the length of her body. Something about Victor seemed so familiar to her, not just from the supermarket, but elsewhere. It was then that she remembered the name of the man who had plagued her dreams for nearly a week now. Victor. Her Victor. She laughed at herself. Simply a coincidence she was sure.

There was a very sexy, sultry feel about Victor; an easiness about him that seemed to put her at ease as well. She had never felt herself drawn to a man like this before. There was also something about Victor’s seductive dark nature that set her pussy ablaze with need. He had her emotions in a jumble and to her surprise, she liked it.

The only thing she could think of for an explanation was that she must have seen his photograph somewhere and subconsciously stored it in the back of her mind. When she made the appointment, his image must have sprung to her mind, causing her to have erotic dreams based on his name and picture. That really was the only reasonable explanation.

She gave herself a silent pat on the back for her brilliant moment of clarity.

“You spoke on telephone about breaking up with your fiancé," He said as he prepared his equipment for the shoot.

Did she tell him that on the phone? She didn't
think
she had, but she must have, how else would he have known? Either way she nodded her head in agreement.

"How long had you been with him?” Victor walked back over to Sabrina. He stood in front of her and unbuttoned the top couple button on Sabrina’s blouse. His closeness started stirring up some more of the images from her dreams. Her eyes lowered from his eyes to his lips. Would they feel as soft, or kiss with as much passion as they did in her dreams?

“Five years, we dated all through high school.” Sabrina replied.

He smelled so amazing, like freshly laundered linen, and a deep musk. She resisted the urge to lean in an inch further. It was a sweet, powerful smell, wild and masculine.

“He was your first.” It was more of a statement then a question.

Sabrina could feel her face redden from embarrassment and modesty. He didn't seem to notice her reaction, or at least didn't let on that he did. His eyes continued to search hers for answers.

"Well, I really don't..." she really had no idea how to respond to that.

Victor smiled warmly at her then changed the subject without bothering with her answer. “You have a stunning figure. You're quite breathtaking," he paused, "His loss, but that means someone else may have the good fortune of being with you.”

Did he truly believe that or was this his way of making her feel more at ease? She couldn't be sure and his presence was quite... unnerving.

Sabrina could feel her face redden - yet again. Partially from modesty, partially from the excitement of having Victor examine her over so intently. His eyes seemed to drink in every inch of her. His piercing dark gaze made her body tingle. She liked the feeling.

Liked feeling desired. Even liked how he made her feel slightly on edge, uneasy.

****

Victor had made it a point to tell her each night how special and amazing she was. He had quickly realized that the bastard who had cheated on her had seriously injured her pride and self-image. He felt a desire to help her get that back. As for that fucker ex of hers, he'd get around to dealing with him... All in due time.

He kept telling himself to remain cool. As far as she knew, he was a stranger to her.

He was some creep who tried to pick her up in the produce section of the supermarket.

Even if she remembered her dreams of him over the past few nights, she would reason to herself that it was impossible that the man in her dreams was in fact him.

He turned away from her and motioned with his hand over his shoulder to follow him to the far corner of the studio.

“Okay, I was thinking I would have you lying on your back, propping yourself up with your elbows. That will make your breasts stand out wonderfully.”

****

Sabrina gave him a weak smile as she walked over to the set Victor pointed too. It was a large King sized bed, covered in red satin pillows of all sizes and a red velvet comforter. Getting on the bed, she positioned herself as he had instructed her to, and then waited for further instructions.

Victor picked up a camera and came over to the foot of the bed. “For now I want you to relax, think of something that excites you sexually. I want to see the lust in your eyes come through in the pictures.” When Sabrina gave him a hesitant look, he continued with a wink, "I know you have it in you."

Her mouth went suddenly dry and she could feel her cheeks turning red - again. Damn, he was so....
Sexy, cocky, seductive, he's trouble with a capital T
, a voice in the back of her head screamed out to her. Ignoring the voice, she calmed herself and did her best to do as instructed.

Victor positioned himself and the camera began flashing. “Try different poses, but don’t over think them. Be natural.”

Click, click
The camera began to do its work
.

Still feeling embarrassed and conscious of the fact her skirt was barely covering areas she didn’t want exposed, Sabrina gave what she felt were her sexiest poses.

Click, click.
The camera continued to flash another minute then stopped.

She could tell by his grave expression that she wasn't producing what he was looking for.

"Sabrina. Love."

Love?
She could have sworn that's what the man in her dream had called her.

Victor walked over to the side of the bed and sat down beside Sabrina. "Have you ever had a dream, an experience, a fantasy, hell for that matter read an erotic story that even now, long after the experience has past, you still get aroused thinking about it?"

"Umm. I guess. Yes."
The other night of you
. She wanted to blurt out but kept her tongue in check and those thoughts to herself, no sense making this more awkward than it already was. She tugged at her skirt that kept threatening to reveal more than she intended to a complete stranger.