One afternoon, we’re lying together on the bed, and I get inthe mood. It’s difficult not to when I’ve compelled him to take his T-shirt off. I give Elliott’s hand a mental nudge to stroke my leg, but when I take off my top and bra and pull up my skirt, he gives a groan and rolls on top of me. It’s like his lust is taking over, and I hardly have to compel him at all!
I ease down his jeans and boxers until he’s naked. He nudges his erect cock at my wet entrance. ‘Yes, that’s right,’ I murmur encouragingly. ‘Fuck me, pretty boy.’
Elliott doesn’t shy away from that. He eagerly inserts his cock, which feels delightful. Soon, he’s moaning and thrusting in and out of my pussy until I’m gasping with pleasure. I come so hard I see stars! Moments later, Elliott jerks, and his warm spurting cum thaws my frozen insides. Mmm, I could get used to this. He really is a delicious thrall and perfect in every way.
After he withdraws silently and we’ve tidied up, Elliott reaches over to the nightstand, grabs his Walkman, and offers one of the spongy orange earphones to me. We listen to‘Save a Prayer’while he rubs his thumb gently on my arm, and I close my eyes.
‘Do you hate me for stealing you from your life?’ I ask.
He turns down the volume. ‘I did at first, but I feel better now that my Mum isn’t worrying about where I am. Thank you for that. Ihavealways wanted to try the rural life ...’
Compelling people over the phone is quite easy for me, and I was pleased at the story I came up with to explain where Elliott had disappeared to. He had met a girl (moi) on the Australian leg of the Duran Duran tour and he was now living in The Outback and raising emus. I set his mother’s expectations that it usually takes months for correspondence to arrive from there to the UK, so she shouldn’t expect a letter from him any time soon—if ever. But that he was safe and well, and to tell all his friends the good news!
‘You’re very welcome.’ I press my temple against his shoulder briefly. I’m glad he’s enthralled otherwise he’d be giving me hell about making up bullshit.
We keep listening to Simon singing softly about dreamers taking a chance. Then Elliott asks, ‘What happened with you and that guy Tim from upstairs?’
My bare toes curl at the mention of his name. ‘He asked me to marry him. In the kitchen of all places, which wasn’t very romantic,’ I scoff, remembering the coq au vin bubbling away behind Tim’s head on the stove as he knelt before me. ‘I said no for obvious reasons, so we parted ways.’
‘Did you say no coz you’re a vampire?’
I nod. ‘Yeah ... And well, I like him a lot, but I don’tlovehim or anything.’
Elliott exhales slowly, but I can’t read his mind, so Idon’t know what he’s thinking.
‘Was he sad?’
‘Well, he didn’t cry.’ I shrug. ‘I’m sure he’ll get over it. I’m kind of forgettable.’
Elliott lowers his earphone and looks at me. ‘What?’
‘Nothing.’ I clear my throat. ‘I was thinking, once we move flats, it might be a good idea for you to have your own place nearby. We can’t keep sharing my bed.’
Elliott shifts slightly away from me. ‘How would that work since I don’t have a job?’
‘We’d pay your rent and bills. It would be a business arrangement.’
‘What about ...?’ He gestures between us.
‘A business arrangement with benefits,’ I say quickly, deciding that I don’t want to cut off my nose to spite my face. Elliott is really good in bed, and I have needs.
He sighs. ‘Do I get any choice in the matter?’
‘Not really,’ I reply, trailing a hand down his smooth chest. ‘Not now that you’re my thrall. But who knows, I may decide to finish with you after five years. It depends on how well you keep me fed and sexually satisfied.’
‘Right. Five years, I can do that. I can be your thrall for five years. And don’t worry, fulfilling your desires is my top priority,’ he says earnestly.
I know he has to say that because he’s enthralled, but it’sstill nice to hear it.
‘Or ... if you get bored, you could just turn me,’ he suggests idly.
I gape at him. ‘No!’ I say sharply.
‘Why not?’
‘I’m not turning you. End of discussion.’
Elliott pouts and turns up the volume of the Walkman until Simon’s lovely voice is quite painful for my supersensitive hearing. But I put up with it because I don’t want to show any weakness. I lie there, fuming.
