My Billionaire Ex Is A Vampire

My Mancave

“Oh Ben,” I moan, but this time it’s not in pleasure. My legs are pudding and he’s helped me to the toilet where the amount of seggs we’re having are starting to show itself in more ways than one. Not only are my legs more or less not functioning due to the being bent in all different directions, but going to the toilet was not a pleasant feeling and my vag might need a few days of break to normalize.

What’s weird is that he looks greater than ever. Like the last few days he has been svcking the life out of me to make himself become stronger. At least the heat is over and I’ve had a night of sleep, undisturbed and without waking up while I’m humping Ben.

“Are you okay, my love?” Ben asks.

“I feel like I’ve been through a marathon,” I answer, shaking my head. “And I’m incredibly sore in my man cave.”

“You have been through a marathon. And so has your ‘man cave’. I can help you with the last part for a kiss.” It looks like Ben has a few secrets behind that kiss, but I want to give him the benefit of a doubt. Besides, I like to kiss my man.

“A kiss? I can do that,” I smile back. “Just let me get up from the toilet first.” When I’ve washed my hands he lifts me up on the counter.

“Ready?” he asks, making me nervous. “It will not hurt, but you will feel it.”

Then he kisses me deeply and a rush goes through my body. I feel myself sparkle with energy. First my head, then down my neck, out my arms, down my torso and my legs, before it goes up again and settles in my sore spot and a heating sensation begins. And just like that I cvm again, even if I thought I would never be able to again, having used up my cvota the last few days.

Releasing me from the kiss, Ben does not leave my side. I sit there heaving with my eyes closed, dizzy with sensation. As I come too I know my vag!na feels better than before. My muscles are still aching, but I don’t think I need to worry about a yeast infection anymore.

“Wow!” I exclaim. “Why haven’t you done that before?”

“I have, but it seemed to trigger the heat and your body needed it to end. So I figured I had to wait for it to pass so that you could take the healing without fvcking yourself sore again.”

“What are you?” I wonder out loud and Ben looks away for a few seconds, like he is thinking about an answer.

“Your boyfriend,” he smiles tenderly. “I will tell you when I think you are ready, but right after the heat I think we should wait so that you can be sure your reaction to me is real and not me disturbing your hormones. So let's focus on the boyfriend part, okay?” 

Ben looks sincere and the word boyfriend has triggered something from my memory. I’m out of debt. Or my father is, depending on how you look at it. I haven’t thanked Ben for paying the massive amount of money. I guess it’s nothing compared to the amount of wealth he must have had decades to cultivate, but still. A thank you should be given.

“Oh Ben, I almost forgot,” I blush from the admission. “I wanted to thank you for paying my fathers gambling debt. How can I ever repay you?

“What?” He looks thoughtful, like he forgot it too.

“I should have told you earlier, but all this heat thing...” I pause and flash a quick smile to Ben. “I got the call from the loan shark when you drove Chris home. He told me that my boyfriend had paid the debt and I totally forgot to thank you. So thank you Ben, for making my life easier.”

“Oh that. Nevermind my love. Let's get you something to eat,” he answers quickly. I’m about to protest, but he lifts me up and carries me to the kitchen where he sits me on my chair and starts to make scrambled eggs. I swear to cheeses, his scrambled eggs are the most mouth watering tasty treat I’ve ever had. It’s such a simple food that is hard to mess up, but his scrambled eggs are ALWAYS so perfectly cooked.

“You have to teach me how to make as good scrambled eggs as you do. What’s the secret ingredient?” I ask, as I’ve done before. He has pretty much ignored my question before, but this time he surprises me with lifting his head in my direction and a heart melting smile. “Have I not earned it?” I wink at him. It’s been a few exhausting days thanks to him, so in my very humble opinion I do deserve it.

I’m about to ask about his secret ingredient again when he finally gives me my answer: “Experience.” It’s only one word, but it tells me so much. The old fart has had time to perfect a lot of skills over the years. He has probably made scrambled eggs more times than the number of seconds since I was born!

He’s ancient! But how ancient? Truly? I don’t notice how hard and fast I breath before Ben’s arms close around me. My wild eyes settle on his face and his smile wavers a little, as if he’s nervous too.

“This is why I didn’t want to tell you anything Lorena, my love. To suddenly find out how much weird s**t that exists on earth is… I guess it must be scary. I can understand if it gets too much,” his voice is suddenly weak and I can almost touch the loneliness emanating from him. I cup his cheek and he leans into my hand, soaking in the love I give him.

“Just give me some time to adjust Ben,” I tell him and almost like an afterthought I add: “And don’t lie to me, or influence my mind. You need to build up my trust in you again.” Ben nods in agreement and smiles up to me. Then as if he has an internal timer he gets up, takes the eggs out of the oven and serves me perfect scrambled eggs.