Torrey and the Vampire

For Puawai

Scene One

When Torrey joined the girls for lunch at the café, it was to find them all huddled close to discuss the latest hot topic.

“Wait, what happened…?” Torrey set her shopping bags down on a chair and dragged another chair over to the table. “Catch me up.”

The girls enthusiastically complied.

Apparently, the ultra high-tech villa that had been built in place of the old Killen Plantation was finally occupied.

At least, rumor had it that it was finally occupied. Lights had supposedly been seen in the nearly all-glass building — but only at night.

One of the girls waved her hands for attention. “It’s not a rumor! Someone really IS living there. My neighbor’s friend has a villa next to the property. She’s seen him — several times in fact. She says he’s gorgeous…! Long black hair and built like a brick shit-house.” She lifted a finger and grinned. “That’s a direct quote!”

One of the other girls rolled her eyes. “He’s probably married.”

The friend in the know shook her head sharply. “No way! My neighbor’s friend says he entertains–” She drawled the word out for effect. “The occasional lady friend, but they always leave before dawn.”

One of the other girls frowned. “If somebody’s in there, how come all the storm shutters are closed?” She looked around at the rest of the gathering. “Seriously, I drive past that place every day to go to work and they’re always closed — every single window.”

The girl on the opposite side of the table frowned and crossed her arms. “He keeps the storm shutters down? Now that’s a crying shame. Have you seen the pool over at that place? It practically wraps around the building!”

The girl next to her nudged her shoulder, “Yeah, what’s the point of having a pool like that if you stay locked up inside all the time?”

Torrey frowned. Keeping the storm shutters closed was odd, to say the least, but especially on a villa.

In Hawaii, most of the houses were ninety-percent windows to allow the never-ending island breezes to flow through. However, the super-expensive villas had floor-to-ceiling wall-sized windows that opened whole rooms to the outside — with just a push of a button.

Naturally, all those humongous windows had to be protected when a storm came through, so…storm shutters. Ordinary houses had wooden ones for their windows, but the villas had massive metal doors that scrolled down to cover whole walls.

Torrey frowned at her friend. “Are you sure somebody’s in there? With the storm shutters down, that’s a lot of metal under this sun.”

Hawaii was a tropical island. If all the shutters were closed on the house, not only was that a tropical sun beating down on all that metal, but the island breezes couldn’t get in to cool it.

One of the other girls shook her head. “The air conditioning bill must be frikken huge!”

Torrey nodded in agreement. He’d have to rely on air-conditioning just to keep from passing out from the heat.

One of the other girls waved her hand in dismissal. “If he’s got the money to live in a villa, I doubt an electric bill is something he even notices.”

The first girl nodded. “She’s got a point.”

Torrey’s best friend waved her hand. “I bet he’s a vampire!”

There was shocked silence for all of three whole breaths.

Somebody abruptly commented on the food. Everyone else joined in on more comments on the food with perhaps, a bit more enthusiasm than was warranted.

Torrey turned to whisper harshly at her friend. “A vampire? Are you insane?”

“No, seriously, he has to be a vampire. Who the hell else would storm shutter their house during the daytime?”

The unofficial leader of the lunch gathering snorted, “Why the hell would a vampire come to Hawaii in the first place? Hello…! Land of flowers, beaches, and sunshine!”

One of the other girls grinned slyly. “Maybe he’s just not too bright?”

Snickers broke out all around.

Another girl waved her hand. “I just wanna know, what’s the point of living in a house made of glass if you always keep it shuttered?”

The first girl, the one with the neighbor’s friend, waved her café latte on ice. “Oh but he does open it up! She winced and looked away. “At night.”

Torrey’s best friend nudged her with her elbow. “Vampire. Definitely.”

One of the girls suddenly called out, “Hey, is anyone watching the time? I got’ta get back to work!”

“What time is it?”

“A quarter of…”

“What?” Holy crap! I’ve got to back to work!”

“Oh man, I do too…”

In less than a minute, the lunch party scattered to the winds.

Torrey was left alone at the café table with her shopping bags — and the craziest idea that maybe a vampire really was at the Killen place.

She then reached down into her shopping bag and pulled out a few of the paperbacks that she’d just bought — vampire novels.

She shook her head and chuckled to herself. “Naaaa…. Impossible. No such thing as vampires.” With a sigh, she put them back into the bag and rose from her chair. It was her day off and she fully intended to make the most of it.

However, the idea of a vampire at the old Killen place stayed rooted in the back of her mind.

~~~

Scene Two

When Torrey finally got home from shopping, she decided that the only way to know anything for sure about the reclusive new owner of the old plantation, was to go to the old Killen place and see for herself. Not that she really believed in vampires.

However, if the tall, dark, and gorgeous owner really was a vampire?

Torrey smiled to herself. Well then, it was the perfect opportunity to find out if all those stories of their sexual prowess were true. If he was anywhere near as good as the rumors said, then the donation of a pint or two of blood would be well worth it.

However, she’d have to go out there sometime soon — before the other girls got the same idea to visit his house at night. Once they got a hold of him, he’d never have another moment of privacy again.

She eyed herself in the mirror. “No better time than the present!”

But would the weather allow for it?

Hawaii was known for its sudden and quite furious — though short — storms. Especially this time of year. They were not fun to drive in, especially on the mountain where the Killen place was.

Torrey moved to the window to check the sky.

The setting sun was just beginning to go behind the mountains. There was no trace of dark clouds. The night would be clear and warm.

She smiled. Perfect! However, with sunset already upon her, she’d have to move fast if she wanted to get there before full dark.

“Torrey whirled around to face her dresser. “My hairbrush! Where’s my hairbrush?” She shoved four of her vampire romance books to one side of the dresser and found it under ‘Kiss of Blood’ her favorite novel.” Happily, she dragged the brush through her long dark mahogany hair. In direct sunlight, it shone with deep cherry highlights. It was her best feature.

Too bad she had to do this at night.

She froze in mid-stroke. What the hell was she going to wear? What would be eye-catching at night?

She set down the brush to pull open a couple of dresser drawers and contemplated the contents. “Let’s see, a short skirt? No, too obvious…”

Suddenly, something of far greater importance occurred to her. What excuse could she possibly have for being there in the first place?

Thinking hard, Torrey moved to her closet with a hip-rolling sway. There was no hiding all those years of hula dance her mom had insisted on, just as her high cheekbones and the slight exotic tilt of her eyes betrayed her island heritage.

With a sigh, she opened the closet door.

Her brand new frost white string bikini fell out and landed at her feet.

Wait a minute… Torrey knelt down to pick up the fallen bathing suit. Hadn’t someone mentioned that the villa had a pool? Torrey’s fingers tightened on the bikini — a snowy-white bikini that would practically glow in the dark. ‘Bingo’.

Grinning, Torrey carried the little white suit to her bed. Now all she had to do was come up with an excuse to be there. Or rather, an excuse for when she was caught.

Which was the whole point of this little excursion.

Hmm… Torrey stripped out of her walking clothes, then peered into her mirror and cleared her throat. “My goodness sir, I had no idea that anyone had moved in! Can you ever forgive my intrusion on your privacy?” She grinned at her reflection. “That’s should do it!” She turned and dashed off to go take a shower. She wanted to be fresh and clean for her vampire!

~~~

Scene Three

With her car parked just on the other side of the garden wall, Torrey snuck through the bushes of the villa’s partially wooded property. The sweltering summer night air carried the sweet scent of wild jasmine.

She came out on the lawn and faced the huge glass monstrosity of an ultra-modern house. Ahem…villa. It wasn’t storm shuttered closed. All the windows were not only exposed, they were open to the night. The house itself was lit as bright as a casino

However, Torrey didn’t see a single person in there.

As for the pool, it really did wrap around the house. It was also gorgeously lit with underwater lamps.

Niiice… Even if there hadn’t been a vampire to investigate, a night swim in this pool would have been tempting enough all by itself.

Torrey dropped her robe at the side of the pool and strode to the diving board with a spring in her step. Shoulders back and head up, she strode to the very end of diving-board, tossed her arms back and lunged upward and out. She propelled from it with a satisfyingly loud rattling bounce.

Her sleek body hit the cool water with a dignified splash. She slid through the cool water and had to work hard to keep from grinning. If all that noise didn’t bring the gorgeous owner — vampire or not — out his house, nothing would.

~~~

After three dives and several laps back and forth – and still no vampire, Torrey sighed in defeat.

Pouting in annoyance, she climbed the pool’s ladder, left the water, and strode around the pool’s edge. Oh well. She picked up the robe by the diving board and stared up at the half moon floating over the trees lining the vast property. At least it was a nice swim.

Warm hands slid around across Torrey’s waist and settled on her bare belly. A soft growl echoed in her ear. “Well, well, well… Looks like I caught a sexy little intruder.” The hands closed around her broad hips with possessive intent. “Mmm, Island girl, my favorite flavor.”

Torrey gasped softly and turned her head to look up, and up…

From over her shoulder, a blindingly handsome grinned down at her, his black eyes creased at the cornered with open amusement. He was a full head and a half taller than she was with long hair that fell past her shoulder in gleaming black waves to curl on her breast. The rich aroma of aroused male and warm leather surrounded her.

Her voice came out in a breathless whisper. “Oh, ah… Hi?” She swallowed hard. ‘Damn, there really is a hunk!’ She’d always had a thing for dark, dangerous men, but this guy was incredible! “I was, um…”

“Swimming in my pool?” Pure mischief gleamed in his midnight gaze.

“I didn’t mean to bother you…” Her breath caught in her throat. ‘Liar, liar pants on fire’! Or in her case, panties on fire.

He raised a brow. “Oh, didn’t you?” He cupped her chin in his palm. “Alas, I find you quite disturbing.” With gentle pressure, he tilted her head back against his shoulder and leaned in to capture her lips in a soft, but determined kiss.

She opened to receive him.

His tongue surged in and explored her mouth with thorough interest. His muscular arms closed and tightened around her. The heat of a large and firm erection pressed against her butt.

Torrey sighed in pleasure. ‘Oh Lord, the boy can kiss!’ She rolled her hips from side to side, deliberately rubbing her butt against the front of his leather pants — and rigid cock.

He groaned and released her mouth a breathy chuckle that curled her toes. “Minx…” He grasped her around the waist and turned her to face him. “Let me see you.”

Jet black eyes hot with interest stared into hers from a strongly masculine face with a square jaw, yet pointed chin. His full mouth was pure sin. Midnight hair fell in waves well past his incredibly broad shoulders. His cream dress shirt was open to the navel, framing a well-defined chest lightly furred yet pale as milk. Corded arms held her securely.

No vampire on her book covers ever looked this good.

Torrey sighed. ‘I have died and gone to heaven.’

He grinned showing the slightly over-long points of his teeth “So, are you willing to pay the price for this little invasion of my privacy?”

Eh…? Torrey sucked in a breath. “Price?”

“Oh yes.” He nodded slowly. “Watching that sweet body of yours has stirred quite an appetite. I think you should let me have a taste, as payment.”

‘Oh hell yeah’! She feasted her eyes and licked her lips. “That sounds like a fair exchange to me.” Impulsively, she captured his jaw and kissed him.

He answered her kiss with enthusiasm and his arms closed tight around her, lifting her from the ground.

Encouraged, Torrey curled her fingers under his silky hair then slid her hands down his throat and over his chest. She stopped at a masculine nipple and plucked lightly at it.

He groaned into her mouth then set her down on her feet and grabbed her arms to push her back. “Naughty girl!”

“Who me?” Torrey grinned and darted in to lick at his nipple.

“Yes you!” He rolled his eyes.

She struggled to attack his nipples.

Holding her at arm’s length, he chuckled. “If you keep that up I will have to resort to putting you in handcuffs.”

Torrey stilled. “Handcuffs?” Her stomach clenched at the naughty thoughts that flashed in her mind. “That sounds…kinky.”

His brow rose. “Do you like kinky?”

Torrey smiled. “Maybe…”

“Oh, well in that case…” He suddenly bent and lifted Torrey over his shoulder, then started walking away with her.

Torrey yelped in surprise. “Hey where are you taking me?” She stared down at his leather-clad sculpted backside. She absolutely adored a man in leather pants and this guy had an ass to die for. “Do you have a name?”

The handsome man laughed. “I’m Jacob, and I thought I take you someplace a little more private to be kinky.”

“Oh, okay. I’m Torrey!”

“Hello Torrey, welcome to my home.”

‘Hot damn!’ Torrey grinned while being carried away from the pool. She didn’t know if he was really a vampire, but at this point in time, who cared?

~~~

Jacob carried Torrey through the darkened house into a huge bedroom commanded by a massive king-sized bed. He kicked the door closed then promptly carried her right past the bed.

Ten steps later, he tilted forward and let her slide down his long muscular length in the wide doorway leading to the bathroom.

Torrey’s feet hit the floor and she grabbed his shoulders for balance.

He slid an arm around her to steady her then caught her chin in his hand. “Stay right here.” It wasn’t a request.

Torrey grinned. ‘God, I love a man in charge.’ Unable to resist she leaned up and kissed him hungrily.

Jacob laughed and pulled back. “Eager are we?” From somewhere within his clothes, he pulled out a pair of narrow-bladed stiletto knives.

Torrey caught sight of the blades and a shimmer of alarm ran up her spine. She abruptly released him jerking both her hands behind her back. “Oh shit!”

“Don’t be afraid.” Jacob smiled and lifted one long finger to trace the graceful curve of her cheek. “These are just props to enhance our mutual game of pleasure.” He darted forward to give her a quick kiss on the lips.

“Props?” Torrey’s shoulders relaxed and a soft sigh escaped her lips. He’d worried her there for a minute. “Oh, okay.”

With a quick movement, he turned and stabbed the blade hilt-deep into the doorframe on her left about a foot higher than her head with the handle angled upward. He stabbed the other blade into the doorframe on her right.

Torrey tilted her head in confusion. ‘What the hell…’?

“Let’s play.” Jacob leaned forward to capture her mouth with his. His arms slid around her hips.

Torrey threw her arms around his neck. God, he was such a good kisser… She leaned in tight and rubbed her breasts against him.

He reached back and his hands closed around her wrists. Cool metal encircled one wrist, followed by ratcheting clicks.

Torrey jerked back. “Huh?”

Jacob lifted her trapped wrist from his shoulder and looped the other end of the handcuff to the stiletto handle in the doorframe. Before she could react, he caught her other wrist and enclosed it in another handcuff, looping the other end around the other stiletto handle spreading her wide in the doorway. He stepped back to admire the view. “Very, very nice.”

Torrey jerked at her wrists. The daggers didn’t budge and they were too high up for her to get the handcuff off without seriously jumping. She wasn’t going anywhere. She shot an annoyed look at the tall insufferably smug man and stomped her foot. “I call foul. This is not fair!”

Jacob laughed out loud. “I thought you wanted to play?” He jerked off his cream dress shirt revealing a beautifully sculpted chest. “Kinky, remember?”

“But…” The words dried in Torrey’s mouth. All that brawny muscle… He was incredible; all lean, and sharply defined male. She felt light-headed from the view. She tugged at her bonds. She wanted to run her hands over his chest and tangle her fingers in his chest hair.

Jacob opened the top of his leather pants, showing a ‘yummy trail’ of black hair went all the way down — and stopped with his erection still tucked temptingly behind the leather. He set his hands on his hips with cocked one foot forward. “Like what you see?”

Torrey’s head shot up. “Can I see more?”

Jacob’s brow lifted and a smug smile bloomed on his face. “Not just yet.”

She tugged on her restraints and moved her body forward, trying to get closer to him. “Oh come on, you big tease!”

Jacob threw back his head and laughed. “Frustrated are we?” He put his hand behind his back and pulled out a small blade. “I’m afraid you’ll just have to be a little more patient.” He flipped it expertly around his hand and smiled at her.

‘Another knife?’ Torrey swallowed hard and frowned. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to play with sharp objects?”

Jacob gripped the dagger’s handle and stalked over to Torrey with an arrogant smile. “But I like sharp objects.” Determination and anticipation shone from his eyes. “And I think it’s time to show me what you have.” He pulled out the front of her bikini top and slashed the front open. A second quick slash released it from her neck.

Torrey gasped. He’d moved so fast she hadn’t even seen the blade touch her suit.

Jacob gripped the suit top and pulled sharply, yanking it free. He tossed the top over his shoulder and across the room. His hot gaze focused on her breasts. “Well now…” He licked his lips. “I think you like being frightened.”

Eh…? She glanced down. Her nipples were rock hard. He was right. His little scare had turned her on something fierce.

“Now, to do something about–” Jacob’s hands dropped to her bottoms. “These!” He pulled the strings away from her skin to slash each side then yanked, tugging her bottoms free then tossing the fabric away, leaving her naked and vulnerable to his hot gaze. “Oh, now that looks appetizing.”

Excitement coursed through her veins. Is he going to lick my pussy? God, she hoped so! Her legs trembled in anticipation.

He wrapped his arms around her and his hands closed on the voluptuous softness of her ass. “Mmm, nice.” He dug his fingers in and pulled her hips against the hardness trapped behind his leather pants. “Very nice indeed.” A deep growl escaped his chest. “I’m going to enjoy having you.”

‘God, his hands… His dick… His scent…!’ Torrey groaned. “Hurry up and have me, damn it!”

“All in good time.” His smile was laced with masculine triumph and feral anticipation. “I think I’ll begin with a taste.” His head dipped to take a nipple into his mouth. He sucked and bit down with tender aggression.

Torrey gasped and a breathy moan that sounded embarrassingly needy escaped her throat.

His hands release her ass to tug his boots off while his tongue continued to make mad passionate love to her nipple. His hands moved to the fly of his leather pants.

She groaned. “God yes, take it off!” The fact that she couldn’t touch him, couldn’t run her fingers along the smooth contours of his body was a torture that threatened to consume her.

Jacob switched to her other nipple and sucked strongly.

Torrey whimpered and gasped under the tiny fingers of white hot pleasure zipping from her nipples straight down to her clit.

He tugged his pants down.

She couldn’t see a damned thing.

Torrey growled in impatience. Damn it! He was too close! But what he and his oh so talented mouth were doing to her nipples had to be illegal in all fifty states! Passion coiled low in her stomach, building, and building… She moaned unashamedly.

Jacob released her nipple with a wet pop and abruptly dropped to his knees. “Now, let, see… What do we have here?”

Torrey’s breath hitched in her throat. Her stomach muscles quivered. Was he really going to…?

Sitting down on his haunches practically under her, Jacob gripped her thigh and lifted one leg over his shoulder, spreading her open. “Oh look, a wet creamy pussy!” He glanced up at her and smacked his lips with hunger blazing undisguised in his black eyes. “Looks delicious.”

Torrey panted in anticipation, but damn it, she still couldn’t see his dick!

Jacob leaned forward and his tongue took her from bottom to top in one long lick.

She was already so excited it burned. Torrey gasped and bucked. “Oh, shit!”

Jacob’s hands locked on her thighs to hold her in place. His wicked tongue speared her clit then settled in to lap with devastating intent. Wet sucking and lapping sounds filled the room along with moans of enjoyment.

Torrey gasped and threw back her head while hot waves of carnal pleasure coiled in her belly and tingled up her spine. Her hands balled into tight fists in her restraints. Her long nails bit into her palms.

He wiggled a finger up into her hungry core, then a second. He curled his fingers and rubbed deep within, over and over, and over…

Climax rose hard and fast — and there wasn’t a damned thing she could do to stop it. Torrey threw back her head, and bucked against his mouth. “You talented son of a bitch…!” The volcanic heat of release slammed through her in a molten wave that boiled in her core. She howled. “I’m cumming!”

Jacob sucked hard, drinking her cream with satisfied murmurs of delight. His tongue encouraged wave after wave of tiny merciless shudders dancing through her body, stretching out her orgasm to an impossible length.

Torrey collapsed in the doorway. “Oh my God…”

Jacob leaned back to look up at her and licked her cream from his fingers with a lascivious and thoroughly egotistical male grin. “Liked that did you?”

Torrey panted, hanging from her restraints. “What do you think?”

“Let’s see.” Jacob pursed his lips. “I think you loved it.” He grinned.

She chuckled in spite of herself. That was one talented mouth. “Okay, I’ll give you that one. It was fabulous.” She tugged on her restraints and raised a brow. “Is it my turn yet?”

Jacob raised his brows grinning broadly. “Your turn? But I’m not done yet.”

Torrey tossed her head in frustration, her mahogany mane flying. “Oh come on, you big beast!”

Laughter exploded from Jacob’s sensual mouth.

Torrey tugged hard at the restraints. “I want a turn!”

Jacob rolled onto his feet with sudden speed. “Maybe later.” He caught her mouth in a hungry kiss.

Torrey moaned into his kiss.

His hands slipped under her knees. He lifted her with ease from the floor.

She gasped into his mouth. ‘God, he’s strong!’

Refusing to release her lips, Jacob encouraged Torrey to lock her ankles around his waist.

Torrey was all too happy to oblige. ‘Oh yeah baby, bring it on!’ Hot damn, she was going to get fucked! She still hadn’t seen his goods, but she could damn well feel the heated length of his cock pressing against her wet and hungry pussy. He felt…big. In fact, he felt huge — and solid. She moaned into his mouth.

Jacob’s broad hands cupped her hips and the heated head of his cock pressed against the damp folds at the entrance of her body.

Torrey jerked her mouth away from his and looked. His cock was a broad thick and sharply curved column tipped with a violently purple flared head. “Holy shit you’re freaking huge!”

“Thank you.” Jacob grunted, and thrust. The purple head disappeared into her body, followed by half its length.

Torrey threw her head back and moaned. God he was stretching her — filling her utterly. It felt good…it felt better than good! She squeezed her thighs. “Fuck me!”

Jacob groaned. “With pleasure!” He pulled back just a bit, and thrust, burying himself to the balls in one luscious stroke.

“Oh shit!” Torrey bucked in his arms and twisted to feel his shaft moving inside her. “Yes!” She tightened her thighs to feel him pulsing within her.

Jacob groaned. “Gods, you feel good.” He pulled back and thrust with ferocious power.

Torrey groaned and gasped in delicious agony. “More!”

He groaned yet somehow chuckled too. “Your wish is my command.” He thrust again, and again…then proceeded to hammer the hell out of her with fierce determination.

Deep within her, his cock struck something deliciously sweet yet brutally exciting with merciless precision — again, and again, and again… Climax built with frightening power. Torrey writhed and moaned. If this kept up, she was going to explode!

The waves of violent pleasure surged higher and higher…

“Ready?” Jacob lifted one hand and licked his middle finger finger. With a nasty little grin, he slid his hand under her and worked his damp finger into her anus.

Torrey yelped in surprise. “Oh no, you just didn’t…!”

“Oh yes I did.” His grin broadened and he wiggled his finger. “And over you go.”

Torrey’s climax exploded in a firestorm of horrific intensity. She shrieked.

“Good girl.” Jacob grinned and caught her hips in both hands. “My turn.” His brows dipped in concentration and he slammed into her with punishing speed. Suddenly he threw his head back, his black mane flying, and shouted. “Yes!”

Abruptly he caught her around the shoulders and pulled her up tight against him. His mouth dropped onto her shoulder — and long teeth sank into her skin.

The pain was swift and sharp.

Torrey groaned. ‘Oh shit… He really IS a vampire!’

He swallowed and his cock throbbed within her body, pumping her so full of liquid heat that it seeped past the cock wedged in her to trickle down her thighs.

Impulsively she opened her mouth on his shoulder and bit down hard until she tasted blood.

He flinched, but he didn’t stop drinking.

‘So there!’ Torrey smiled with satisfaction. ‘I’ll wear your bite, but you’re wearing mine too!’

~ Fini ~