Rhea POV
Damien takes me out of the office and walks me across the grassy field to the small stone cottage where he houses the mysterious witch. I have heard Soul whisper about her and casually mention her in conversation to me. If Soul was scared of her and what she could tell me then why would he mention her to me so casually so many different times. I feel like something is off here.
Damien is dragging me across the grassy field. “Come on, Rhea. It is important that she see you,” Damien says.
I can see the long white hair and a silhouette of a figure through the window as we approach the cottage. She looks sinister and almost grinning as Damien walks up to the cottage with me. I can feel it in my gut that he is not telling me the truth.
I stop dead in my tracks as we are almost at the cottage. I need to think. Damien is irate that I am stopping. “Come on, Rhea,” he demands.
“Give me a second. I need to think. I am scared. Please just let me think for a moment,” I say to Damien. He squints his eyes and looks at me strangely. Yep that is right Damien I do not believe you. Something is very very off you strange man.
“What is it, Rhea?” Damien questions me.
“It is just that I have been working with Soul for a while now and I never saw any of that paperwork before and now all of the sudden you are trying to tell me that he is this evil man. If he was so evil then why did you have me working with him in the first place?” I ask.
Damien is getting more irate by the second. “Listen to me, Rhea, I never allowed you to run off to his house and fuck him. You did that on your own. I asked you to write up his fucking contracts. You are the one that decided to be a whore!” Damien screams at me.
“Oh, I see. And just how the fuck do you know that I am fucking him?” I ask.
“I can smell him all over you. You smell like a slut that just got fucked!” Damien screams at me.
“Who the fuck are you? How dare you talk to me that way! You know I thought you were someone else. Obviously I am a poor judge of character. I really, fuck, never mind, Damien,” I say to him.
I turn to walk away from the cottage and Damien grabs me by the arm.”You will go see her. It is not a request,” Damien says.
“No, I will not. And you cannot make me, Damien,” I yell at him.
I start to walk back to the house. That is it. I am going home. I am not staying here with him anymore. I am don’t with him and Soul. Fuck this entire mess. How did I manage to get myself caught up in all of this bull shit to begin with is beyond me.
Damien grabs my arm as I walk away. “It is not a request, Rhea, my dear. You are coming with me,” Damien says.
Damien drags me to the cottage. The witch opens the door to let us into her small cottage. Damien drags me into the door and sets me down in a chair at the small table in the witch’s kitchen. The tiny woman with the long white hair comes over to me. She touches my face with her long wrinkled cold finger. Her nails are long and sharp. When she touches my face it pricks the skin.
“Ouch!” I yell as I feel my face begin to bleed.
“I will handle everything, Damien,” the old hag says to Damien. She does not even acknowledge me in the room. She treats me like a foreign object needing in the room.
“I need her compliant and fast. Soul has his claws in her,” Damien says.
“How compliant do you want her to be, Damien?” the old hag asks.
“Let me out of here!” I scream at both of them. They ignore me. I get up from the chair and try to run out of the cottage. The door is bolted and I cannot seem to unlock it. Damien and the old hag continue their conversation ignoring me as I try to escape.
I try the windows, but they are locked. I throw an object at the window. It bounces off and strikes me in the face. I pull at the door knob, but nothing. I cannot escape. I scream at the top of my lungs. I pound on the door. I finally fall to my knees in defeat. I am trapped.
The old hag goes to work mixes and chanting. This bitch is going to put some sort of spell on me to make me compliant to Damien. Soul was right. Damien is the evil one. Soul try to warn me, but I was too busy not listening. I have really fucked up this time. There is no way out and I am about to be hexed or something.
The old hag continues her potion as Damien watches. He occasionally looks over at me. I am curled up in the floor next to the door. I wish someone would open this fucking door. I could run out of here and never come back. Tears run down my face, I try to wipe them away but they are coming so fast. I am so stupid. There are so many things I want to do with my life and being Damien’s slave is not one of them.
“Bring her to me, Damien,” the old had says to Damien.
Damien nods and starts to walk over to me. I curl up in a tiny ball. I try to hide within myself. When Damien picks me up, I start fighting him. I kick and spit at him. I scream and throw my arms in every direction. I try everything to keep him from taking a hold of me. I try grabbing things off the wall to hit him with anywhere on his body. Nothing fazes him. He picks me and carries me to the witch.
“Subdue her Damien. If she hits me I will kill her no questions. I don’t care who she is or why you want her,” the old hag says.
Damien releases his fangs and begins to feed on my neck. He pulls the life right out of me until I almost pass out. I feel as if I am dying. I can feel the old hag pouring something over me. She is chanting something. The liquid feel icky and gross. Damien holds me through the entire ordeal. I hate him and this old hag. I will kill them both the first chance I get. I need Soul to help me. Where the fuck is Soul when I need him?
“Lay her on the floor, Damien,” the old hag says.
I feel her drawing around me and more icky gross liquid pouring over me and around me. Damien lights candles all around me. What the fuck are these crazy mother fuckers doing to me? I try to move but my body is not working. I feel as if I am paralyzed.
“Please, let me go. I will be good, Damien,” I whisper.
The old hag stands over me and marks my forehead. “Oh yes my dear, you will be good. You will be obedient and very good, sweetie,” the old hag says to me staring into my eyes as if to see ha ha I beat you bitch.
I try to lift my legs to kick her but nothing. I try to spit at her but nothing. Nothing is working. I can no longer speak or move. I am at their mercy. I will not be his obedient little slave no matter what he does to me. He cannot make me be his slave. I will tell Soul everything that happened here today and he will make you pay for this, Damien.
The old hag claps her hands and all the candles go out. The room goes dark. I hear screams and begin to see things. Am I seeing things? What is going on in this room? I feel something warm no hot touching me. I begins to move up my body. It is touching every part of me. It feels like a tongue or tongues. It is moist and hot and it is licking me everywhere.
I try to cry but the thing licks my teas away from my face. It feels like it is trying to enter my body. It begins to whisper to me. It is calling my name. I try not to listen but it is talking to me and telling me that I love Damien. I don’t love him, he is evil. Stop let me go.
“She is fighting it, but it won’t be long now. It has here in its claws,” the old hag says.
“Good, I need her compliant now,” Damien says.
“She will be, right about now,” the old hag says.
I open my eyes and see Damien and an old woman staring at me. “Why am I on the floor?” I ask.
“You fell when we came into the cottage,” Damien says.
“I need to lie down, Damien,” I say to him.
Damien takes me into his arms and carries me out of the small cottage. I did not even get to talk to the witch. Maybe tomorrow.
Damien POV
I carry Rhea into the house. She is exhausted from the ritual. This is not something I wanted to do to her, but it was necessary. I cannot have her running away with Soul and his harem of women. I cannot have her trying to save any of the women either. She needs to be neutral and stay out of it. I only need her to write the contracts and mind her own damn business.
I never thought Rhea would be this damn nosey or thought she would become so infatuated with Soul and his way with women. Yet, here we are having to make her compliant in a way I did not want to do. She will hate me when she breaks free from this, if she does break free. I have to make sure she stays under the witch’s spell forever.
Maybe I could make Rhea like me, but that would mean she would have her memories back and she would know what I did to her. Maybe, just maybe, she would see through vampire eyes what Soul really is and not be mad. I will have to think about it for a while and then decide what to do with her. For now, she is mine again.
“How do you feel?” I ask Rhea as I lay her on the bed in her bedroom. I take a blanket and cover her up.
“I feel okay, I think,” Rhea says.
“I was worried about you. You seemed off today,” I say to her.
“Yeah, I feel off too. I am not sure what is going on with me,” Rhea says, running her fingers through her hair. Rhea looks around the room wild eyes and thinking.
I can tell she is confused. She will be confused for a few days but then she should settle back into her own self. I miss touching her and fucking her. I want her to want me again and not be this bitch she has been for the last few months. I cannot take not being with her anymore.
“Are you okay, Damien? You have this wild look in your eyes,” Rhea says to me. She squints her eyes and looks me over as if to look for an answer as to why I am acting the way she thinks I am acting. I smile at her and for some reason I show her my fangs.
“I am fine,” I say.
“You look hungry, do you want to feed on me?” Rhea says.
Do I ever want to feed on her beautiful soft skin! I want to feel her skin in my mouth and her blood gushing into me. I want to suck on her body and feed on her while I pound into her showing her pussy no mercy. I want to fuck her until she begs me to stop.
I smile. “I would love to feed on you, Rhea, but you are not well right now. It would be unfair of me to do that to you,” I say to her.
“Maybe, but what if I wanted you to feed on me. Would that make it okay?” Rhea says.
I want her. Do I ever want her bad? But I am still angry with her and I do not want to touch her when I am this angry with her. Maybe I should. Maybe I should take her and feed her. Maybe I should fuck her until she cannot walk. Maybe I should look out for me for once instead of her. Look what all she has done to me! She has run around with Soul and his harem. She gave herself to Soul and his women. She has went out of her way to hurt me.
“Damien, I want you to feed on me,” Rhea says. Rhea sits up on the side of the bed. She begins removing her clothing slowly. She takes her times, teasing me as she removes each article of clothing. It pisses me off the way she is teasing me. She thinks she can treat me this way.
Rhea stands before me completely nude. She offers her neck to me. I slide my hand around her waist holding her tightly as I pull her into me. I sinks my fangs into her neck and begin to drink her warm delicious blood. She tastes like heaven.
Rhea doesn’t move or fight. She moans as I drink from her. I think she might be enjoying this. I wonder if she let Soul drink from her. I wonder if he enjoyed her taste as much as I do. The thought makes me angry. I sink my teeth into her deeper.
“Ouch, Damien, that hurts. Please be careful,” Rhea says softly to me.
Be careful I will not. I sink into her harder. I want her the way I want her. I will have things my way from now on and she will have no say in the matter. If she wanted nice Damien she should not have fucked Soul and his harem.
“Damien, please, you are really hurting me. Please, Damien, Stop,” Rhea begs me.
I look her in the eyes and smile my best devil smile. “Be compliant,” I say to her softly. Rhea looks at me strange for a moment then smiles back at me.
“Yes, sir, it feels good. Please continue,” Rhea says bending her neck to me to continue feeding on her.
I sink into her hard again. I have to stop soon or I will kill her. I want her to suffer a little. I want her to feel the pain she caused me over the last few weeks. I had to watch as she sprinted off for another dick and now she will suffer as I did until I am satisfied with her punishment.
I release her neck. Rhea reaches up to grab me and pull me down to her. She begins kissing me rough. “I want you Damien,” Rhea says to me as she pulls me close to her naked body.
I bet you do want me you little whore. This bitch has broken my heart. I wish I could just let it go and be with her. I want her but I am so hurt. Maybe in time I can forgive her. Maybe Soul had her under a spell. That I could forgive but if she went willingly to hurt me I cannot forgive her.
Rhea runs her fingers across my chest and unbuttons my shirt. I can feel her hand going over my skin. I love the way she touches me. This is killing me. Her hand runs across my should removing my shirt and letting it hit the floor. She pulls herself close to me again. Her tongue and my tongue intertwining as she undressed me. She is so hot and sexy. I want her pussy.
Rhea reaches down and unzips my pants freeing my cock. I push her to her knees and shove my cock into her mouth. I want her to suck me until I explode in her mouth. She takes me into her throat. I begin fucking her face hard. I hold the back of her head having my way with her face.
“Yes, Rhea, take my cock all the way in your whore mouth,” I say to her. She takes it, she lets me fuck her face. Her mouth is warm and wet, perfect. I grab the back of her head and shove her face all the way down to meet my skin. She gags but does not fuss. She is compliant as instructed to be for me.
I release my load into her mouth. “Keep sucking,” I instruct her. I want her to take it all. I want her to drain me. She does as I instruct her sucking every drop out of my cock.
“Now, clean my cock, whore,” I say to Rhea. She licks the sides of my cock up and down cleaning me. “Such a good whore,” I say to her. I pat her on the head as she clean my cock.
“Get on the bed, slut,” I say to her. Rhea gets up from the floor. I do not help her up. I watch as she gets on the bed. She lays on the bed and looks at me waiting for me to fuck her pussy.
I get on the bed and push her legs apart roughly. I am in between her legs looking down at her. I shove my cock into her hot wet pussy hard. Rhea gasps then moans.
“Did it hurt?” I ask her. “No, sir, it did not hurt,” Rhea answers. “Well, then, lets see how hard you can take it, whore,” I say to Rhea. I push her legs further apart. I want to get in this pussy and fuck her good.
“Tell me when it hurts,” I say to her. Rhea nods as I begin thrusting into her. I pull all the way out and slam into her over and over. I want her to feel how I feel. I ram my cock into her hard. I look down at the wound where I was feeding. I lick my lips as I look at the blood stained neck.
Rhea reaches up to pull me down to kiss her. I grab her wrists and hold her down as I fuck her pussy. “I don’t kiss whore’s,” I say to her.
I lean down and brush my lips against her lips but I do not kiss her. Instead I go for her neck and begin to feed on her again. Rhea screams as I feed on her. I explode into her as she begs me to stop.
I stop feeding and look her in the eyes. “Compliant whore,” I say to her.
Rhea stops screaming as I finish unloading my cum into her. I sink my teeth into her neck and finish feeding on her. She will learn to be compliant.