Cake by Derekica Snake Page A

My vision narrowed down to his chocolate-colored eyes as he set his forehead against mine.
    “ You can be my fuck toy for an eternity, if you want. I would be your master, and you could never refuse me anything. Your sole existence would be to see to my pleasure.” His hand burrowed its way into the waistband of my leather pants to cup my heat. “Or you can be, for the lack of a better word, a stand-alone vampire.”
    Stand alone.
    He blinked and let out a roar of laughter. “You certainly have no problem making decisions. That is what got you into trouble to begin with. Are you sure you do not want to be my sex slave?”
    Been there. Done that. Fuck that option.
    “ Language. So be it. I am glad, I hoped you would make the choice to be my equal, because that mind of yours is just too fascinating to be dulled down to a sex doll. The birthing will be slow. There will be pain, but not much. I know you do not like blood, but try not to fear too much. I will not leave you to face it by yourself.”
    I stroked his long, brown hair and tucked it behind his ear, and then reached up and forced myself to kiss him. I surprised him with my actions, I know I did because his eyes narrowed into slits as he looked at me. This was only part of my reward to him, for protecting my family from my obvious stupidity. I suspected now just what my boss was capable of, the extent of his wrath. To be at the receiving end of it for a year was something I hadn’t anticipated. I was so used to only thinking of myself and my own woeful predicament that I never considered I might have endangered my family. But they were safe because of this…creature. I might have been nothing but a big fuck-up, but my family did good, important work. And so, for them, I closed my eyes and angled my head the way Marcus liked it, sucking on the tongue that got poked into my mouth as he returned my kiss. I was getting whatever it was I fucking deserved. Apparently, eight hundred or so times.
    “ Sex?”
    Don’t hurt me any more than you have to. I can’t take much more.
    “ Shall we start now?”
    Do it. Fuck me…drink me…then kill me.
    “ I never expected to hear that from you, Sex. Are you going to help, or are you just going to lay there and take it?”
    This is your reward .
    I snaked my fingers into his hair at the back of his head and pulled him down to me. I kissed him hard, just how he liked it, with more enthusiasm than I had ever showed my rapist before. I teased his lips open and ran my tongue along his teeth. His fangs descended, and I purposely nicked my tongue on one of them. Blood flooded my mouth, and suddenly the kissing stopped. My world shifted as he spun us on the bed. I was now on top of him, and he was sucking on my bloodied tongue like it was an extra-thick milkshake. The entire organ was being pulled into his mouth; I could feel it straining at the root. I felt my eyes bug out, and I tried to push back, to make our faces lose contact, but his arms came around me and crushed me back to his chest. My brain was racing, trying to think up a way to save my tongue. Eventually, I worked an arm free, reached up, and tapped him twice between the eyes. It worked. I got his attention. He blinked and let me go.
    It’s attached!
    I pushed a finger in past my pursed lips and ran the tip along my tongue to check the damage. I was still bleeding freely, and my mouth was filling up with blood and spit, spilling out as I removed my probing digit.
    “ Let me.” Marcus sat up, and taking my head between his hands, he began savouring my drool. Once the excess was clear, his tongue ran along my lips, pushing back in to my mouth, and flicking at the little cut.
    I reacted hard. My body may have taken a liking to his, but this was still just so wrong. Not the sex, it was the blood. Maybe at the beginning, I hadn’t gotten anything but agony out of his possession, but he always made sure that I came, either by his hand or in his mouth. Deny it as much as I