My Billionaire Ex Is A Vampire

Shove A Banana In

When everything concerning Sean calmed down it became obvious that the euphoric sense given to me by Ben was still lingering in my body. We lay close to each other, me as the little spoon, just to feel the nearness. Ben assured me Chris was put under a volunteering sleeping spell in the guestroom, and we talked about less dangerous subjects like books and how my masters was going.

As we lay there I came aware of a growing heat within me, a heat both fed and sated by the closeness to Ben. When my growing heat became too much for me we fvcked again. This time slower and less intense, but multiple 0rgasms raged out of me like before. Our neighbor kept banging on our walls as I screamed out my ecstasy, but I couldn't care less.

Afterwards I was both exhausted and hungry so we ordered sushi and ate in bed. The rest of the day and night we slept, had seggs and ate in the bed not caring about anything in the world, but ourselves. We talked and started building up the foundation for our relationship again. Ben told snippets of things happening in his past, but kept quiet about his origin. “I will tell you when you are ready,” he promised.

In the early morning hours we could hear Chris waking up, still somewhat drunk. Getting up ourselves we asked if they wanted to eat with us before Ben drove them home, but Chris did not want to stay after assuring themself if I was okay. With a promise to speak when somewhat sober again, Ben and Chris left me alone in the kitchen.

Now I’m standing here in my undies and Ben’s t-shirt, and I feel amazing, like I have become several decades younger. Which is silly since that would make me a teen at best. Maybe I should describe it as feeling like I have gained decades of health to my life? I groan to myself, remembering that if I choose to become a vampire I might live a long life, maybe forever.

That feels somewhat daunting. Not only do I have two gorgeous men who want me for themselves, and that seem to love me very much, but to live forever? Is that something I would have chosen if I could do it without including the men? Somehow I highly doubt it. Yes I want to live a long life, but forever is such a long time!

Waking me up from my musings I hear my phone calling from the bedroom. Running to it I don’t look at the caller id before answering. I just answer it with a groggy “Hello?” My voice is still cracking from all the screaming last night, not to mention this morning.

“I guess you fvcked your boyfriend real hard last night”, the dark, raspy voice chuckles. I have to use all the brainpower I can possess in this half euphoric state not to groan back at the loan shark calling me. But I need to keep it civil, he’s not a good man by any means.

“What do you mean?” I ask. It is true, but I can't believe he is keeping track of stuff like that. Is he some kind of pervert? He has suggested more than once a way to pay back the debt, so it might just be another way to make me do something I don’t want to. With all that has happened I forgot about his last call and I mentally kick myself for letting Ben dictate me from going to work. Now I might be forced into something that might scar me for life.

“Your boyfriend came and paid your debt for you. You’re a lucky girl for having a rich man at your side. You need someone to take care of you.” My blood boils from the indication that I’m a fvckthrophy, but I don’t want to make an enemy of this man. “Your boyfriend said something about making you free for his summer plans,” he laughs, then goes quiet. I gulp.

“You are free for now, but be advised that if your father ever…” He doesn’t have to finish his sentence. I know what he will do, but there is nothing I can do to prevent it. Leaving the threat hanging he ends the call and I sit down hard by the wooden kitchen table.

First then does it register what I just heard. My boyfriend paid my father’s gambling debt! Just like that! Ben has bought me my freedom back! Relief and guilt flushes through me at once, giving me a new headache. How can I ever repay him? It will take ages for me to pay him back and he might only have bought me time. Did he pay the debt out of love, so that I can join him this summer, like he indicated to the loan shark? Or is it a way to control me, to make sure I choose him instead of Sean if I need to?

No, I cannot believe the worst of him even if he violated my mind. That he even has the possibility to do it is mind blowing, not pun intended. But I cannot judge him only by this. This night has healed a lot, but has it healed enough? I feel so much doubt, about me, about Ben and about Sean.

The question is if he did it to make me stay with him or to be helpful, and this I cannot ask directly. I need to see what happens and if he intends to use this against me or not. Gosh I hope he did it out of love and not to get another upper hand. I try to remind myself that I’m somewhat insecure at the moment due to, well, all to be honest. I should be happy and relieved that I’m safe and loved, so why aren’t I?

I groan and hit my head on the table. Everything used to be so simple. What happened? Sighing I get up again and start to make scrambled eggs. My mind feels like one, so why not make one as well? My eggs are not as good as Ben’s, but eggs are always a plus in my book.

Cooking and setting the table, I’m in my own world. Wondering if I might be growing insane and feeling the heat from Ben’s spell building up again. Somehow it feels worse this time. Last surge was barely a simmer, so it surprises me that it’s stronger again. The urge to shove a banana in is almost too much to handle. If Ben doesn’t come home soon he’s not going to find only breakfast ready for him, but me sitting on the kitchen counter playing with myself.

What the hell did Ben do to me last night? I don’t think he needs to pay my fathers debt to keep control over me. I’m so desperate for c0ck right now I might never want to leave his crotch ever again. Even walking back and forth to the table as I set cutlery and food down has me moaning. It reminds me of the day at the library when Ben stole my underwear as I was about to go to work.

He was in a way in my head that day too. I almost felt his presence all the time, like he was there whispering to me, touching me. Thinking about it he might just have been. That asswaffle! He probably was in my mind, making me feel the things he wanted to do with me and enjoying the show when I went to the toilet to cvm with the help of my own fingers. Oh, he’s probably a god of seggs or something, I groan to myself noticing I have already removed my panties and lifted the t-shirt enough for my hand to find its way to my soft curls. Oh, I might as well…

Leaning against the corner of the counter I slightly lift my leg up to ease access to my center of paradise. I rest my leg on a half open drawer. Moaning, I let my fingers slip between the lips where they dive into my wetness. The heat pulsing through my body makes me shiver in ecstasy. My fingers might not be enough, but they will keep me occupied until my seggs god can return to me.

Using the flat of my fingers I hold my cl!t between them before I make slow tantalizing circles. My toes curl; it feels so good. I close my eyes to call to Ben in my mind, telling him to hurry. I don’t know if he can hear me, but it helps against the building heat inside me, almost burning me. I have no control over my body, so I throw everything in the basket and enjoy every electric sparkle cruising through my body.

Hearing a soft sound of clothes hitting the floor I open my eyes again. Ben is there in front of me, his naked torso ripped with muscles ready to be touched and used. His hands are working on his pants. I don’t know how long he has been standing there studying me as I have mentally begged for him to come to me. His big skyrocket is ready for take off hints the answer is that he has been here long enough to enjoy the show. I see him release his sexcalibur from it’s cage and a new surge of pleasure runs through me.

“I need you to fvck me senseless again,” I breathe to him with my hoarse voice. He doesn’t need to be asked twice as he rushes forward and lifts me onto the counter where he enters me. I’m so ready to feel him fill me up in one big go that I whimper a complaint when he stops only an inch or two in. He gives me a devilish smile and I know that this will not be as hard and brutal as our first round last night. No, he’s going to take his time. He is going to tease me. He’s going to do exactly what I asked for: fvck me senseless.