(Author's Note: I'm a little unclear if this falls under NC so I added the tag just in case. Explanation so you can proceed in case it doesn't cross that line for you: there's reluctance with the two new men, some fear of known risks of being with strangers is being played on, but she's not unwilling or uninterested at any point, and no coercion or compelling is happening. She can't physically leave because she's agoraphobic, but she can make them leave. Damn me and my line straddling tendencies. Also, this is like 99% sex. I swear there's plot in the next part...)

The men came into the condo, and I trembled as Elias pulled me close to him. My gaze settled back on him. Something about him made me feel safe, though I couldn't quite grasp what. Was it the way he seemed to know what I wanted?

I had no idea what might happen, but I was both terrified and excited. One of the men shut and locked the door behind himself—I didn't see which—but I heard the lock click. My focus was entirely on Elias. How strange to feel so connected to someone after being physically isolated from other people.

Elias stroked his hand along my bare back, his cool touch causing a shiver along my skin. "Stand up and pull your skirt off."

My legs could barely support me as I scooted off the couch. I unbuttoned, then unzipped my skirt and pushed it down my thighs, my brow furrowed all the while. Why was I obeying him?

He smiled.

I didn't feel compelled to do so; I wanted to. Obeying felt natural. At the same time, he'd bitten me hard enough to draw blood and seemed to relish in drinking it. Is he a vampire? I shook the thought from my mind, a slight smile on my lips as I felt the warmth of a blush creep across my cheeks. A ridiculous notion. He was just kinky.

I stood there, now completely nude, as the two men came over and stood on either side of me. My eyes widened as one reached out, his hand on my shoulder. I didn't pull away. Even as my stomach tightened and my body tensed at the unfamiliar touch, I welcomed it. Is he just going to let them touch me?

The potential of the interaction had me bordering on pure ecstasy. The man who touched me moved closer. His palm grasped my cheek and tilted my head, causing the wound on my neck to leak warmth along my skin. My thighs clenched as his lips connected with the wound, and I let out a low, barely audible moan.

His grip on me tightened as his other hand moved to the opposite side of my neck, pulling me closer to him as his teeth reopened my neighbor's bite mark. I whimpered and brought my hand up to his shoulder; giving him a gentle push before he pulled me to him and sucked harder.

I licked my lips. It felt good, but I had death racing through my mind with his insistent gesture. Okay, they are vampires... These men are going to kill me. Bleed me dry. But, there was no fear coinciding with those thoughts, just contentment, maybe even a tingle of pleasure as the man licked across my neck. Well, I can think of worse ways to die...

Elias chuckled, "Where would the fun be in that?" he asked.

My head turned away from the man who slid his hand down and cupped my breast. I focused on Elias. Can he read my fucking thoughts?

"Not just your fucking ones," he offered. "Though, those are the ones that brought you to my attention."

My cheeks flushed. "Please don't do that…"

"You think so loud, though. I wouldn't have called them here if you hadn't given me an indication that you'd like it." He nodded to the younger of the two men, the one not sucking on my neck. He moved closer to me, taking my wrist in his hand as Elias addressed me directly, "You've been so lonely, haven't you, Vanessa?"

I nodded as the taller man pulled away from my neck. The loss of physical connection left me unsteady, my head clouded with sorrow. Turning my head, I saw him wipe a bright red streak from his lower lip. God, they were luscious, plump and soft. Kiss him. The thought was like an invasion, and I glanced back at Elias. His smile waned momentarily. Did he pick up on my desire?

He looked away as the man seemed to react to my thoughts and pulled me into a deep kiss.

A metallic tang still coated his tongue, but it wasn't unpleasant. I moaned, my hands pushed on his shoulders, though not with my full strength, just enough to keep his grip from crushing me to him. My abdomen tightened with a wave of pleasure. Arousal leaked down my inner thighs, and I drew a deep breath as he broke away from the kiss.

He turned toward Elias, lowering his head before speaking, "Sorry, I got overwhelmed." He dropped his hands from me. I would've hit the floor if not for the younger man standing behind me reaching out and hooking his arm beneath mine while holding my wrist firmly, catching me as I fell into him.

Elias's lips tightened, but he lifted his head and looked past me, to the man holding me upright, and said, "Gently."

He pulled me up, getting his arm around my waist and his hand beneath my chin. That now familiar blissful feeling washed over me as his teeth sank into my neck. I whimpered, and my brow furrowed as I looked at Elias. He watched his invited guest drink from me, watched the younger man's grip on me tighten and maneuver me with ease as I cringed.

"Turn her away from me," Elias said, his tone deep and angry.

Angry at me or the man on my neck? At himself?

The younger man pulled his lips from me and turned me around, guiding my arms to his shoulder as he held my trembling body against his. He was lithe and gently muscled but held me up with ease. His lips came back down on my neck, and his tongue lapped along the wound they'd shared. My hands moved to his chest, and he bit harder, making my knees go weak.

I cringed as he pushed himself tighter against my neck, crying out lightly from the pain that broke through the ecstasy. Then Elias pushed against my back, his hands around my waist as he pulled me away from the younger man’s eager mouth. "Enough," he commanded.

The man let go of me, giving a final lick to my neck before he stepped back. How much could they drink from me before I passed out? Before I died?

"More than I'd allow," Elias answered, his lips brushing my earlobe.

I moaned as his hand trailed up my inner thigh. When his fingers brushed across my bare vulva, I shivered. Then he parted my labia—puffy and pink with my arousal, no doubt—and let his fingers graze over my clit. My head lolled back on his shoulder, and I opened my thighs a little more, not really caring that his guests stood mere feet away and watched me open myself to Elias's fingers.

Then fear began to creep in. Pleasure and pain blended with the adrenaline, causing my heart to beat faster. In turn, Elias's teeth grazed my neck as he gently sucked my neck. I nearly collapsed, but he held me upright, his mouth pulled away from his chosen blood source before he said, "You're safe, Vanessa. I never kill, remember?"

"What about them?" I asked, my voice trembling as much as my legs.

He smiled and let his tongue catch a drip of my blood. "They never kill without my permission."

I whimpered as a trickle of warmth slipped along my collarbone. "And…" I struggled to express my thoughts. "Do they, Eli? Have your permission, I mean?"

He turned me to face him, his palm beneath my chin. His other hand grasped my ass and held me upright with ease. "No, they do not. You have my word, but, if you don't believe me, you're more than welcome to revoke our permission to enter. Though… once revoked it can never be granted again."

I winced as he kissed my neck again. "So… so you couldn't come back in?" I asked, my hand on his neck, urging him to continue.

"No. But you could always come to me," my neighbor offered, resisting my encouragement to continue. "No more. We've reached your limit."

"I'll be okay," I replied, my voice weak.

He kissed my cheek and placed his hand on my neck. "You need to recover, pet. But that's not to say I'm entirely done with you tonight."

Elias lifted his head and looked to his guests. "Hold her."

I tensed and started to resist as they each grasped beneath an arm and thigh, lifting me from my feet. "Let her rest her arms on your shoulders," he instructed. They did as told, and I found myself leaning back as they spread my legs.

My breathing quickened as Elias ran his hands up my legs, moving forward as they opened me to him. His touch was like a jolt of electricity shooting through my body. The lightness of his fingers on my mons and the way his fingertips teased along my warm flesh was thrilling. It was also unnerving, being so helpless, so exposed.

Elias smiled and lowered his mouth to me. His tongue curled between my labia, and my head tipped back. The level of arousal felt unreal. Then, as he lavished my pussy with attention, his friends each cupped one of my breasts, each allowing their thumb and forefinger to pinch my nipple in a uniform movement. Then they pressed their palms to me and squeezed.

I whimpered and lifted my hips as Elias's thumbs parted my inner labia, allowing his tongue to push deeply into me, where he was greeted with ample evidence of my arousal. I'm certain my body writhed in their grips. My hips rocked toward Elias, and my head lolled back as they lavished much-needed attention on me. Tears streaked from my eyes as the friends each kissed my cheek, then my neck. My hands tightened on their shoulder, and I cried out as I tried to tighten my thighs on Elias's head, but his friends easily held me open for him. I felt something of their strength, and knew again that I was helpless to resist. The notion thrilled me, and Elias's presence calmed the fear that tried, for only a moment, to overtake my pleasure.

"Fuck," I moaned as Elias moved his tongue gently over my clit, pushing and swirling around it. There was a moment of sheer ecstasy as his lips ventured over to my thigh and he bit down, his fingers caressing my needy pussy. I expected him to take another drink of me, to consider just a little more, but my skin remained unbroken. His bite was teasing, and his lips ventured back to my vulva, exploring me deeply with his tongue and fingers.

I twisted and arched my body, whimpering as I got closer and closer to climax, overstimulated by the abundance of hands caressing and pleasing me. It was almost too much to enjoy. Too difficult to focus on one point of pleasure, one source to guide me to orgasm.

My eyes focused above me, trying to push everything but his lips and tongue from my mind. Too much. Fuck me, please fuck me...

I shuddered as he smiled against my pussy before his lips cruelly pulled away. His hands moved beneath my ass to support me, and his lackeys ceased their attempt to push me to a breaking point by reconfiguring how they held me. It was only a moment before they touched my back and pushed me toward Elias. My body still writhed, and the ache within me, the need for more, only deepened.

My hands moved to his shoulders. His hands pulled me down, and he slipped into me with ease. I shuddered, my hands tightening on his shoulders as he moaned and tried to hide his own pleasure by guiding me into a deep kiss. I rocked my hips against him; he squeezed my ass and pulled me tighter to him.

I closed my eyes to try and shut out the way the world had begun to spin. But, the feel of his hand moving to my lower back, pushing me down until his cock was as deeply within me as he could go, made it difficult to shut everything out. My breathing became labored and shallow, my thighs tightened on his hips, and he turned with me.

I'm not entirely sure where we were, but I felt the cool solidness of a wall on my back as he used it as leverage to hold me up while he pulled his hips back and pushed deep within me again. So good. More.

His lips connected with mine, kissing me deeply, his tongue still tasted of my pleasure, and I sucked on him as he urged moan after whimpery moan from me with the power behind his methodical thrusts.

Feels so fucking good. Harder. Faster, please…

Elias groaned as heheard my desperate thoughts, and I felt myself lowered to the floor, pushed to my hands and knees as he moved behind me. Yes, like this. Oh, please, like this

My hands tightened into fists, and he became relentless once he’d entered me again. He pulled my body back to him as much as he lowered himself into me. It wasn't long before he dropped to his knees and draped his body over mine. His hand on the back of my neck, holding me down as he fucked me hard and deep. 

My body quivered in pleasure. Repeated tensing and releasing as my pussy squeezed his dick within me. He guided my hand to my clit as he thrust into me.

I'd already orgasmed on his cock at least twice, but the gentle caress of my slender finger along each side of my clit coupled so nicely with his chaotic rhythm. I moaned and lifted my hips, and he grasped my waist with one hand. His other hand moved to my shoulder, pushing me harder. I reached another climax with his cock deep inside of me.

I'm not sure why, but I turned my head to the side and, between my desperate moans, I managed to beg, "Not my mouth this time… please?"

Elias groaned, and I felt his cock twitch in me as I squeezed him; the cold cum made me gasp. It was strangely invigorating. But it was knowing he'd responded to my words that made me smile. He draped himself over me, panting and kissing the back of my neck as his arms pulled me into his embrace.

I lifted my head to see the other men standing silently while watching, their own cocks swollen beneath their pants. I could relieve them, too. I'll be okay…

The two men shifted uncomfortably, the younger clearing his throat. Elias's grip on me tightened, and he lifted off of me a little. "Get out," he commanded.

I laughed, and his grip became a little uncomfortable as he wrapped me tighter. "You only teased them, you know?"

"Revoke their invitation, please?" he whispered as he fought to catch his breath.

I smiled and looked over my shoulder, "What if I don't want to?"

"You're terrified, Vanessa, I can feel it just beneath the desires…"

I nodded, "Doesn't mean I'm against the idea."

Elias moved away from me and grasped my chin, guiding me to look into his eyes as he lifted me to my knees. "That fear is your natural response to knowing you can't leave and understanding we could do anything we wanted to you while you're here. The arousal is because you want to be here. You want to please me, and enduring the fear pleases me. Your fears will fade soon, and that's especially dangerous with anyone but me." He kissed my jaw and smiled, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “And it’s only not dangerous with me as long as I maintain control of this situation.”

Then he answered a question I hadn't even thought yet, "I'm not compelling you to do this. You can't leave, but you can make us leave any time you want by revoking your invitation. Just say you don't want us here, Vanessa, and we won't be able to touch you again. I don't want them to ever touch you again."

"You invited them here," I said, my head tilting as I searched his eyes for why he felt that way.

"And I regret it. I didn't know… You were easy prey. Confined of your own accord. Lonely. You should've been added to my collection, but…" He sighed and stroked his finger over my cheek before continuing, "You're so curious. So willing. The fear is usually at the forefront, but with you, it's hunkered behind arousal and joy. Revoke their invitation, please… That willingness, that curiosity to push your own limitations, it’s dangerous with them. They don't have my permission to kill, but all it would take is a momentary loss of control and…" He looked away from me; sadness seemed to envelop his entire being at whatever thought entered his mind.

"For that matter, revoke my invitation. It's safer for you." His tone was full of regret.

I… I don't want that. My lower lip trembled.

"And I don't want to hurt you," he responded.

Elias brought his lips to mine, and he wrapped me in his grip, pulling me tightly to him. Then he scowled, lifting his chin before confidently saying, "I could compel you."

"But you won't."

"No?"

I shook my head, the start of a smile at the corners of my lips. "No. You like that I want you so badly. I think you need to feel desired as much as I do. But, that doesn't make sense because who wouldn't desire you?"

He sighed. "I don't normally fuck humans. I just drink them and leave."

The confusion on my face must've been evident because he smiled and caressed my cheek as he lay down beside me. I looked into his eyes as I lifted onto my forearms. "Why fuck me, then?"

Elias slid his thumb over my lips. "You were so adamant I couldn't want you that you made me want to prove you wrong. And I know you lied about how many things I got right on that list of types."

"Yeah, well… I think you lied about your own type as well."

He grinned and slid his hand down my back then over my ass. "Bubbly blondes do nothing for me, pet. Insecure brunettes, however…"

I glared, and he smacked my ass, causing me to jump from the shock of it.

"I also underestimated what you meant by wanting me to take control." He brought his lips down hard on mine, and I moaned as we kissed.

When he broke free, I was blushing. "I still had to tell you what to do…"

"Yeah, that won't happen again, Vanessa. You want me to take charge... It’s already in my nature to do that. My resistance had nothing to do with you needing to tell me what to do. It had everything to do with your willingness and the ease with which you buried your fear. You… scared me. Didn’t even flinch once you’d realized...” He cleared his throat and cupped his palm beneath my chin, speaking clearly and looking me in the eye, “But, I do still need to know where it changes from desire to harmful for you. I get the feeling you want me to harm you. Am I right?"

I bit my lip and lowered my gaze while attempting to clear my head of thoughts. Much like what lay hidden in my guest bedroom, he didn't need to know the answer if he hadn't already gleaned it from rogue thoughts. "I don't know, but I can say there's a distinction between hurting me for our pleasure and taking your anger out on me. The former I welcome, the latter I won't abide, and I know the difference when I feel it."

"How do you make that distinction?" he asked before running his hand up and down my arm.

I pulled myself tighter to him. "The way they look at me changes. They don't look for signs I'm reaching a limit because they don't care. They don't listen to me. Ignore my pleas… My resistance is ignored. I don't play hard to get. Don't pretend I don't want it when I really do. Maybe I wasn't fully aware of what was happening here at first, but I wasn't resistant to it. You guided me, but you didn't push me somewhere I didn't want to be even as the fear of wondering how far we'd let things go settled in."

"I don’t think I can lead with, 'I'm a vampire and if I fuck you, I'm probably going to take a couple pints of your blood, you cool with that?'" His smile broadened.

I returned his grin, quirking my brow as I shook my head. Then I sighed and stood up. "I was afraid you knew who I was when you brought up the butterflies… but that was just a euphemism for enjoying putting things you find beautiful on display in a vulnerable way, right?"

"In a way, yes. Why do you think I don’t know who you are?" He stood with me and took my hand as I held it out to him.

"Well, you might know what I do and what I think, but you don’t have the context of who I am from that. I’m more than thoughts and desires." I led him down the hall. There was a moment when I considered stopping and showing him my second bedroom, but it was fleeting, and we continued.

"What did you think the butterflies meant?" he asked as we stopped outside my bedroom.

I turned and looked him up and down. "Maybe you’ll learn that once you figure out who I am. Until then, it doesn't matter."

"Well, aren't you a mysterious creature."

"Said the vampire to his happy meal," I replied as I rolled my eyes and tried not to smirk.

"Happy meal?"

I motioned to the condo. "Well, if you were just fucking me, I'd say I was a toy all boxed up for you. But, since I'm your food, too, I suppose that makes me a happy meal; toy and meal in one convenient box."

"Toy?" he asked, a smile crossing his lips. "That has appeal…"

"What can I say? I have kinks I’m afraid to explore with people. They can get a little selfish and mean." I wiped at the dried blood on my neck before catching him looking me over with a quick glance. "But with you... if the trade-off to getting to explore requires me to be sustenance… then so be it."

"And if I decide to kill you?"

I glanced at the door of my second bedroom before answering him. "My friends and family won't notice for a while, but there's a few people I know who would likely miss me."

He looked at the guest bedroom door as I looked away with a smile.

"What's in there?"

"My lifeline to the world beyond my front door."

"Even more curious."

I grasped his hand and tugged. "You aren't full yet, right?"

"For tonight I am. Any more and I could hurt you."

That smirk finally managed to cross my lips. I turned to him, eyes wide with feigned innocence. I knelt in the threshold of my bedroom and looked up at him, trying my best to turn the smirk into a pout. "There are other ways to hunger, Elias. Surely you aren't sated with such a quick fuck?"

"Quick?"

I nodded, brushing off the disbelief that lingered in his single-word question. "Oh, yeah. Quick. Enjoyable, but fleeting. No real depth of connection between us, just a quick, messy, impersonal fuck. You can do better, right?"

"Quick?" he asked again, with more emphasis on the word.

I smirked. "Mmm hmm."

He grasped my chin and tilted my head up. "I have to be back to my condo by sunrise."

My smirk shifted to a smile. "So… only like five hours? Can't you push yourself and stay a little longer…"

His head cocked, and he caressed my jaw. "There's only eight hours a day when the sun is too strong for me to endure it, Vanessa…"

I pouted, and he groaned. "I can block the windows. Shield you with my body…" I offered.

He laughed, a deep, resonating belly laugh. His hand slid into my hair and pulled slightly. "Five hours and I go home. If you want more, you'll have to find a way to come to my condo during the day."

My pout got poutier, and I batted my eyelashes at him.

"We all have our weaknesses, pet. My biggest is from sunrise until early afternoon. Yours is…"

"A good fuck," I finished.

He pulled my hair harder and exposed my neck. "I was going to say no self-control in the presence of an attractive man, but sure. We can say it's a good fuck."

I whimpered as he kissed my neck and pushed the bedroom door open. Oh, this is gonna be fun…

"And a little painful."

A delighted squeal escaped me, and he chuckled before pushing me toward my bed. "How do I revoke their permission without revoking yours?" I asked.

"Say, 'Chris Demarcus and Xavier Henderson are no longer welcome in my home,' and it'll be done."

"Chris Demarcus…" Elias kissed me, nodding as he pulled away. "And Xavier Henderson…" Another kiss pressed a little harder to my lips, and I moaned. "Are no longer welcome…" I fell back onto the bed, and he climbed over me, pinning my hands above my head. I looked at his hand, they shifted until he clasped my wrists beneath one palm. His other hand slid over my breast, cupping the swell and teasing the nipple, making it harder to focus on my words,, "… In my home."

He brought his lips down on mine, and I moaned as he pulled me further onto the bed with one hand. "Good, pet." His words were warm against my ear even as his hand and body sent a chill through me from the coolness of his skin.

"Eli…" I looked him in the eyes, my brow furrowed in concern.

"Yes?"

"I think I like pain."

He smiled and crinkled his nose before responding, "I noticed."

"I think I specifically like the pain you inflict."

"The biting?"

I nodded. "I really like it."

He pushed himself back into me and smiled. "Well, that's good because, if we keep fucking like this, I'm going to need more sooner than I'd like."

I stretched my fingers, and his grip on my wrist tightened as he thrust into me. "Take as much as you can," I said, tilting my neck and offering it to him.

He released my wrist and grasped my chin, tilting my head the opposite way, "There are risks in taking too much from a single location. We’ve already pushed that limit with you." Elias lowered his lips to the unbitten side of my neck, and his teeth easily cut into me. I whimpered, and he sipped at my neck as he pushed into me.

I whimpered and curled my newly released arms behind his back, wrapping my hands over his shoulders, clutching him. So good… My hips lifted to him, and my thighs grasped his waist. My bed squeaked beneath us.

The room began to darken, and his lips pulled away, a hand putting pressure on my neck as he licked up rogue streaks of blood from my skin. "Too good," he whispered as he attempted to staunch the bleeding. My arms fell limply to the bed, and I looked into his eyes; his brow was creased with concern. He pulled out of me, his focus shifting to the pressure and coolness of his skin on my neck.

I don't know why, but I trust you.

My legs released him, and he moved beside me, resting my head on his lap as he continued to press firmly on the fresh wound he'd made in my neck. Then he grasped my chin with his other hand and looked me in the eye; I couldn't look away. "Deep sleep, Vanessa. Slow your breathing. Slow your heart rate. Sleep."

And I did.