AN - Hey guys, finally mnaged to get an update together. who knew moving house took away all your spare time!


Relinquishing Control

Eventually we rounded the corner of the street housing The Radisson and retained the silence as we boarded the elevator up to the hotel suite. I began to search in my pocket for the keycard for the door, when Bill gently touched my arm and showed me his.

"I've taken the suite adjacent to yours," he said, as the elevator doors opened smoothly on our floor, and a slight shiver ran through me upon the sound of his voice.

"I should really, um, check in on Eric," I replied non-convincingly, and returned to my pocket search. Somehow I found it where I hadn't thought I'd put it, tucked into the waistband of my trousers. I had a quick check of the hotel room then returned to the entrance where Bill stood, leaning in the doorway.

"He's not here," I said, pulling out my phone, which I had stuffed down the top of my corset. Bill smiled, and I wasn't sure whether it was because of my choice of places for my phone or because he already knew Eric wasn't here.

I sent Eric a quick are you ok text, "We should check in on Irina and James too," I added, I don't know why, but I was beginning to feel a little uneasy in Bill's company. Perhaps it was as simple as the fact that I was finding him more and more alluring. My brain kept lingering on the memory of that kiss, urging me to seek out more of the same. "They're on the floor below us."

Bill nodded his casual ascent and I began to wonder what he was thinking as he took my lead and followed me back into the elevator.

We found Irina and James resting in their room in the hotel's complimentary robes with the logo embroidered in blood red silk on the cuffs.

"No, we haven't seen him all night. I'm sure he's fine. Don't worry Evie, he can look after himself," James replied, in answer to my question.

"Hmm, that's what I'm worried about," I chuckled lightly, "Irina ok?" I asked him quietly, glancing by him at the vampire lay on the couch, trying not to show how perplexed I was at Eric's disappearing act of the evening.

"I don't know really," he said, concern evident in the tone of his voice, "She seems tired, but it's the middle of the night." He shrugged.

A small sensation of dread began to stir in the pit of my stomach, could this be the same thing Eric had contracted? Bill, sensing my concern, perked up, placing his hand in the small of my back in attempt to reassure me.

"I shall speak with her," he whispered quietly, sliding past me, touching me softly.

James and I made idle small talk about the book signing tonight while Bill spoke with Irina. Though we were both concentrating on their discussion whilst having our own, it was very difficult to hear. As James was telling me about a news article he'd seen on the news about the call for vampire-based literature, I overheard a fateful sentence.

"If you do, you will infect him irrevocably." With those words Irina's fate was sealed, the bullet which had skimmed Eric and embedded itself in her chest had transferred the virus. Bill stood and wished Irina well before returning to James and I.

"You are both relieved of your duties for this trip," Bill said and James' face dropped, his gaze falling on Irina. Bill continued, "I shall schedule flights home and full compensation for the pair of you tomorrow evening. For now, you should let her rest."

"Is it really bad then? Does she need my blood?" James asked Bill as I noticed a slight sheen of water begin in his eyes.

"Do not be tempted to give her your blood," Bill replied sternly, "With enough rest and recuperation she will heal on her own."

"But if I…"

Bill cut James off, placing a stern hand on his shoulder, "That is an order, Campbell." James nodded his ascent, "I should go see if she's ok." Bill and I nodded and stepped from the threshold of the hotel room, allowing James to return to his ailing lover.

As we approached the elevator I couldn't stop myself from rubbing the bandage on my arm. Bill noticed my odd activity, "Something wrong?"

"I, um, will Irina be ok?" I asked, forcing myself to stop rubbing on the dressing.

Bill smiled knowingly, "In time, she will be back to full strength."

I nodded and pressed the call button for the elevator. "Can James not even, um, decant his blood for her?" I asked as casually as I could, though I wanted to know the answer desperately. Had I unwittingly put myself in danger of contracting the virus? Eric wouldn't have let me do that surely?

Bill left the moment before he answered me, just that little bit longer than normal, to gauge my response. He took my bandaged arm in his hand, cupping the binding with the other, "She will never ask that of him, though he could, if he so chose." I gazed up at him, and I could see he knew why I'd asked. "You will stay with me tonight."

I pulled my arm away as the elevator arrived, "Oh, no, I'll be fine on my own."

"Evelyn, I insist," Bill said as we stepped into the carriage.

"Honestly Bill, I'll be fine."

"Evelyn," he replied sternly, and I relented at the look on his face.

"Oh, ok then," I said, adding, "I should really try calling Eric." I punched in his number on my cell and impatiently waited for him to answer. We arrived on our floor just as Eric answered on the sixth ring.

"Evie. What's wrong?" Eric answered the call abruptly.

"Erm, nothing," I replied a little taken aback with his brusqueness. I heard a woman's voice shout his name in the background. An English voice like mine, but if I dare say it, a posher one.

"Evelyn I have to go. I have some other business to deal with. You are safer tonight with Bill than with me. I will go to ground and see you tomorrow."

"Oh right ok. Well stay safe then Eric," I replied slowly, as Bill and I walked over to the door of his suite.

"Sweet dreams," Eric ended with a slight lilt to his voice, leaving me purposely unsure whether or not he meant it as a reference to the blood dreams I'd been having of Bill.

My mind raced. Who was the owner of the other voice I'd heard? Another of Eric's lovers? What was this other business? My jealousy suddenly reared its ugly head.

"Bye."

I ended the call and stared at the cell phone blankly. Not another single thought crossed my mind. When I eventually looked up, Bill's eyes were there, heavy lidded with all manner of promises, and something surreal overcame me. With all reason thrown to the wind, I lunged at him, snatching his lips with mine. He stumbled in surprise backwards into the hotel door. I went with him, my hands rampant in his hair. Bill grabbed at my waist, holding my body firm against his. Our lips crashed against one another, bruising mine, making them swell.

The door swung open and Bill pulled me inside. I barely even heard the click of the automatic lock as it closed to. His hands caressed my ass in the painted-on pants, coaxing scandalous moans from my chest, which heaved in the Vampire costume corset. Bill gripped my hips and leant against me, pushing me back against the door. His fingers hooked in the top of the pants and yanked them down with my panties to the floor. He crouched at my feet, removing my boots. After I stepped out of them he flung them across the room. He stood and returned his lips to mine, wrapping his fingers in my wild hair, he yanked my head backward and kissed me fiercely, his tongue invading my mouth.

Suddenly he stepped away, his eyes drinking me in, stood in solely the vampire corset. As I watched him watching me, I began to feel very dirty and illicit. Here I was, basically naked and exposed, whilst he remained fully clothed. His fangs protruded slowly, almost menacingly as I stood on show for him. Surreally, I felt my breath uncontrollably falter as I saw them and my heart began skipping with the fear.

Bill stepped to me, sensing the beat of my heart changing, and gripped my wrist, "Concentrate on your breathing." I gazed at his eyes, cool and blue, and did as I was told. Staring into his face, fangs and all, I breathed in, held for a second then exhaled slowly. A few short moments later I'd managed to regain control.

"Close your eyes."

I followed his orders without question. His commands giving me the most wonderful of sensations rushing deep between my thighs, making me completely unable to argue with it, succumbing to its power.

With his fingers holding my wrist firmly, Bill guided me through the suite and pressed me face first against the cool opaque glass of the floor to ceiling window. He stood close behind, a hand caressing the swell of my ass.

"Hands above your head," he directed. I obeyed silently, submissively, relinquishing control to him, happily. I waited for his next move, the next order that would tell me to spread my legs for him or to pleasure him with my mouth. But a command didn't come. The very moment I chose to turn my head in question to look at him was the moment he chose.

I clamped my eyes shut, as a sharp searing sting of the flesh of his hand against my ass cheek made me gasp in shock. I grunted and pressed my forehead to the glass, I heard the swoosh of air before his hand made contact again. This time though he soothed the sting with a gentle rub of his palm against the tissue, lulling me into a false sense of security, as moments later the sting of the slap returned.

I cried out in surprise and pain, but a confusion of emotions overwhelmed me and I felt the warmth between my legs moisten at my heightened level of senses. His cool controlled demeanour was betrayed in the contact of each blow, and with his face resting close to my ear, I could feel the sizzle of his arousal in the air around him.

His hand stilled and cupped my sex between my buttocks, a middle finger slipping easily into my depths, then another. He gyrated and probed within me, then fucked me harshly with them. I groaned in dismay when his fingers were removed from me, but I welcomed the tight intrusion at my other entrance with a dark delight. He slipped inside and stretched me, creating a pressure that tugged at my flesh, raising me closer to the illusive plateau I wanted so badly to reach.

His other hand reached around and settled around my throat, pulling me out of the sensations at my rear and back to reality.

"Open your eyes." Simple, authoritative and strong. I opened my lids slowly, aware of his hand holding my head steady, looking out over the city far below. He rolled his finger inside me, distracting me again, "You like this," he told me, whispering into my ear, "You want more."

I felt my heartbeat thud in response delightfully in my chest and the pulse in my throat vibrated against his grip. Before I even nodded my ascent, Bill had removed his fingers from me, and had me spun around, pressed against the glass and was claiming my lips. Nipping at my mouth with his fangs, he explored with his tongue. With fingers still wrapped around my throat, he lifted me from the floor sliding my body up the window. When I raised my legs and settled them around his hips, his hands dropped to cup my ass, a finger from either hand sought out each of my holes, exploring. I couldn't restrain myself any longer, my hands dropped to his shirt, craving to see him in all his glory.

"No."

He stopped me abruptly, his dead cool eyes freezing me still, boring into my face. My whole body ached for him. Ached to be filled wherever he chose. My blood sought to nourish him, was almost calling for him to drain me dry. Right at that moment, I was scared and anxious and so terribly turned on.

Bill pulled us from the window and laid me on the wooden floor. He nestled himself between my legs and tasted me, holding my hands down by my sides. His tongue felt as smooth as velvet against my clit with the softest of touches. He swirled around and around, dipping into my soaked sex occasionally, teasing me of what was to come. My mind was in turmoil, struggling to make sense of the overwhelming sensations Bill was inflicting upon me. I was on the verge of climaxing with his lips sucking on my clit, when he pulled away abruptly.

Milliseconds later, I screamed loudly. As his fangs buried into my thigh, I came violently. He drank from my femoral artery happily, holding my hands flat to the floor, preventing me from yanking him away. I jerked pointlessly beneath him, the sensation of my blood surging from my thigh panicking me, but eventually I yielded to his touch. His fingers began invading me to quell the alarm. Most every part of me screamed to get away from his fangs. Though I sadistically realised there was one part, that dark part which surfaced surprisingly, urging for more. I suddenly thrust my hips upward at him and he tore himself from my thigh. Looking up at me, lips covered in my blood from between my thighs, his eyes darkened as he released the grip from my wrists. I no longer cared about his fangs, he could do as he wished with me.

"Hands above your head," he commanded again. Hearing the sound of his zipper and clink of his belt brought a simultaneous wash of glee and fright over me.

Obediently I obliged without thought, placing my hands behind my head where I lay as Bill positioned his hips threateningly between my thighs. He let his weight drop against me as his hand travelled to my breasts encased in the corset. He tugged at the fabric a little and pulled one free. His tongue found my nipple and began swirling at it, nibbling, smearing it with my blood. Unable to resist, he sunk his fangs either side of my nipple, sucking gently. I arched up against him, pushing my breast into his mouth. He responded by slamming his hips deep into me, right up to the hilt. I choked at the intrusion, my hands rushing to his chest. He stilled, allowing me to adjust to his size, taking my hands from his chest he held them fast either side of my head and began nuzzling at my neck.

My blood called for him, the pulse in my throat rushed to the touch of his lips on my skin. My adrenaline surged when I felt a scratch of fang, but it only served as a distraction as Bill expertly withdrew from me and thrust hard, hurting me, upon his return.

"Oh!" I cried out, but Bill caught my cry with his lips, smothering me with a firm kiss and invading tongue, as he began his rhythm. Long, hard thrusts executed with such speed and accuracy that he was hitting the same spot deep within me with each one. The pressure built so quickly I didn't have time to prepare myself for the explosion of my orgasm, so strong and powerful, shattering me to my core.

I gazed bleary eyed up at Bill, who was watching my face carefully as I rode out the convulsions beneath him. I saw his lips curve into a small smirk before I was flipped over onto my hands and knees, a pressure pushing at my tight entrance. He slipped in slowly, expertly stretching me so it would hurt only for a moment. The pain was exquisite, I'd only dreamt of doing this, I'd never thought it would actually happen. He slowed his movements to a stop, reaching over me to gather my hair in his hand.

"Oh, please," I keened. The burning fullness of him stretching my ass causing conflicting emotions in me. I wanted him to stop, but I wanted him to continue more.

"Please what?" His voice rung in my ears like a drum.

I breathed out raggedly, "Please," I begged again, unable to form any words. I began to move my hips back to him, but a single effortless hand halted my attempts.

"Tell me."

I felt my face flush crimson, "Fuck me," I said shamelessly.