Cake by Derekica Snake

did not care about your human family. I had no need to investigate them any further than I did. You held them with such contempt in your mind. No, maybe not contempt, but I discovered that you had locked them out of your life when you were just a teenager. Would it please you to know that your family has been grieving your loss? You might have turned your back on them, but they still hold you dear in their hearts. Because they care so much for you, I made sure that they are safe out there on that farm where you lived.”
    Oh crap. He knew about my family. He knew where they were, and what they did. Or did he? I had cut myself off from them because I didn’t want anything to do with the family business. I swallowed the cake he had shoved into my mouth, and I tensed as his hand caressed my neck and trailed down my now-exposed chest. His other hand dipped back into the cake, pinching off small crumbles of it and easing them into my mouth. I obediently ate. Just because I was a bastard didn’t mean I wanted my family to suffer because of me.
    Vanilla…oh my God. Oh, how I missed that taste. I licked his fingers clean. I’d missed out on a lot, being held prisoner like this, but if being with him kept my family safe, so be it. I could be a vampire’s fuck toy.
    I leaned back, crushing my arms beneath me, spreading my thighs wide and wrapping my legs around his lean body, hooking my ankles together to keep him there. I bucked up against him gently as I turned my head, exposed my throat, and closed my eyes. This was his reward if he wanted it. I thought my heart was going to break. Tears streamed from under my lids. I could do this. I had to. And if the truth were to be stared at in all its accusation and purity, I’d done this to myself. My own greed and denial had fucked me over, big time.
    “ Submission? I never expected that from you, my Little One, but I would be a fool to turn it down. However, I think this should be done in a more horizontal position that we can both enjoy.”
    I was still amazed that Marcus could pick me up as if I were a child. Since being imprisoned here, I have had the experience of being carted into the playroom by him, one hand around my waist, and being tossed onto the bed from the chamber door. This time though, he picked me up, supporting my back with one arm, the other under my legs like I was a bride being carried over the threshold. I shuddered. That was not an image that I wanted, however true it might be.
    “ You want to play my submissive, blushing virgin, Sex?” His lips were pressed into my hair. “You should have been awake for your deflowering…then again, maybe not; I was rather, ‘excited’.”
    Oh God.
    I expected him to toss me onto the king-sized bed and simply take me, but he surprised me yet again, lowering himself to his knees as he laid me tenderly down on the mattress. He was too large a man to expect tenderness from, and he hadn’t shown much of it this past year.
    Why now ?
    “ I said you deserve gentleness, Sex. No, you have not seen it with me, but I am capable of it. You should feel safe in your lover’s arms. You should be able to sleep without terror. Let me be that for you…your lover. You have no idea how much I desire that.”
    He rolled me onto my face and unbuckled my cuffs. My hands were numb, and my shoulders protested. It was pure agony when he began rubbing the feeling back into my limbs. I gritted my teeth and groaned as pins and needles attacked my arms and shoulders. And I groaned again when he stopped his rubbing and flipped me back over to look at him.
    “ No more stabbings. And no more of this.” Marcus gestured to his face, towards the fine silver scar leading from his nose, which was now healed and fading. “Keep your hands to yourself, will you not? In return, I will not drink from you when we make love. I know how it scares you.”
    The bed shifted as he climbed onto it. He stroked my bare chest and pulled the remains of my shirt away.