Chapter Two: Maker
By the time I went upstairs from changing my clothes, the bar was free of all humans (except for Haru, of course). The Magister and his henchmen were sitting on couches in the main room of the bar, admiring and staring at all the sexual paraphernalia. Clad in a silken black dress, I tried to approach the Magister as confidently as I could, though deep down I was completely nervous. I mean, what could possibly be his purpose for showing up here unannounced?
When he saw me, he gave me an angry smirk. I smiled to add levity to the situation.
"Why hello, Magister, it's a pleasure to-"
"Cut the bullshit, Ekwueme. You know damn well why we're here." He hissed, causing Haru to jump a little in his place. I gave him a confused look.
"What do you mean we? Don't you always bring your henchmen wherever you go?"
"Looks like you've got some place here," a familiar, female voice chimed from a small hallway. I looked towards the voice to discover Nan Flanagan twirling a whip, the most annoying bitch of the American Vampire League. She's been up my ass about things for the past decade.
The blonde bitch walked over to the couch and softly planted herself onto the seat, crossing her nice, slender legs at the point where her pencil skirt ended. She looked at me with great intrigue.
"Why are you and Nan here? I haven't violated any codes for the past three years, and I have been paying you my monthly dues in order to keep this place open. What the hell could you possibly want from me?" I asked angrily. She huffed.
"On the contrary, you have been breaking a couple of codes of conduct. Firstly, we've been keeping a record of your… ehem… feeding patterns, and there have been a lot of police reports that several people that have visited your establishment are leaving with many bite marks. You and I very well know that you can't be that forthcoming of our race. Secondly, one of your 'regular meals' happens to belong to another vampire, and he is quite upset about this." I threw up my hands in disgust.
"Well, how am I supposed to know if a human belongs to another vampire? Hell, I'm hungry too!"
"Well, Mr. Ekwueme isn't too happy about this." The Magister chimed with an evil grin. I was frozen in my tracks. Ekwueme, Nweke "Marcus" Ekwueme was my maker and husband that I have been trying to run away from since he turned me. Though he knows we are separated, he still wants to be with me and keep some sort of control over me.
"I can't face him. Not now. I will, however, write him an apologetic note." I sighed.
"He is requesting to discuss this with you in person." Really? Oh, come on! This was totally a setup. Out of all people, why did his human come to my establishment in the first place?
"Well, he's getting a letter because I am not going all the way to Duchess County to see him. He's got it totally twisted. Now if you'll excuse us, my partner and I were just busy wit-" I was cut off by the Magister throwing onto the grown and pressing the silver covering on the bottom of his cane against my throat.
"When your maker beckons you, you go. Understood?" he asked sternly, making sure that the metal burned enough to get his point across. I nodded quickly, and he released me. Nan looked up at me when she was sure that I regained my composure.
"Actually, you don't have to go to Poughkeepsie to see Mr. Ekwueme. He is residing in his Soho brownstone for the winter. I suggest you go within the next day. Well, that concludes our meeting. Until we meet again, Naomi." Nan, the Magister and his henchmen both exited the bar. I began to rub the painful spot on my neck and walked over to Haru, who was scared shitless of what had transpired. I slapped him across the face.
"You idiot," I snarled, getting closer to him. He backed up onto the bar and then looked deeply into my eyes with anger.
"What the fuck was that for? You can't be taking your frustration out on me, ne. No one told you to be a slut and feed off of some other vampire's bitch." He growled back. I was shocked. He's never called me a slut before! Normally I would be pissed about this, but at the same time it kind of turned me on. Why doesn't he talk to me that way more often?
He was taken aback by my silence. I then caught him off guard by crashing our lips together, pushing him into the bar counter. We began to grope and nip at each other. I moaned as he began to suck at my neck. Oh I love when he does that. Suddenly, he just stopped. He pushed me off of him and began to walk towards the front door. He stopped to put on his motorcycle helmet and jacket. I get him a confused and angry look.
"Where the hell are you going? You're just gonna leave me here horny?" I yelled. He rolled his eyes as he clipped his helmet.
"I'm going to the house, and you need to go see your maker. I'll see you tomorrow afternoon." He said, going off to mind his business. I growled and then stormed off down the street to Soho.
Marcus was always a man that wanted nice things. He always had the best cars, the best houses and the best service. He considered himself to be the best, I guess. When I saw his Soho home from the outside I could tell that nothing about him changed. I stepped to the door and knocked on it vigorously, hoping that someone would open it soon. After two seconds of waiting, Marcus opened it, revealing himself to be as sexy as ever.
He was only clad in a pair of black, silken boxer briefs, his well toned chest and stomach exposed. His head was nicely shaved, and his stubble was neat. He gave me a mischievous grin and gestured for me to come in.
I followed him into the ornate home, not even bothering to speak. When we reached a sitting room, he sat down in a chair facing away from a lit fireplace, and I sat down in across from him on the couch. He spread his legs wider to expose the outline of his large, thick hardened cock and looked dead in my eyes. I felt myself become aroused by this site, but I wasn't going to let him know that.
"Hmph, I see you're happy to be here. Hello to you too, my dear." He said coyly. I ignored it.
"I came to apologize for feeding off of your human, since you begged for me to apologize in person. Now what else do you want me to do, give you head?" I asked sarcastically. He smiled at the thought.
"That would be pretty nice actually, especially since I'm so horny right now. Mmm, I miss you." He moaned, placing his hand on his thigh. Seeing this, I began to play along with his arousal.
"What do you miss about me, hmm?" I asked. He moaned.
"I miss seeing you every day, teaching you things, the way you felt on my cock." He groped himself through his underwear, and it drove me crazy, causing my fangs to reveal themselves.
"I want you so bad right now it's killing me. " I sighed. He then got up from his seat and walked over to me, pulling me up from the couch. He walked me over to the fireplace and laid me down in front of it.
"Since you did feed on my human, you owe me something." He growled, kissing passionately on the lips. The sensation was so electrifying that it reminded me of the first time we kissed and the first time we made love.
"And what would that be?" I gasped. He chuckled as he ripped off all of my clothing, and he nipped, sucked and licked at my skin.
"I want to take advantage of you, have my way with you all night long. I want to fuck you right in front of this fire and make you beg for more." He began to stroke my core with his fingers. I moaned as he kissed more and more at my hot skin.
Marcus slowly pulled down his underwear, an optical tease that made me antsy. After he was completely naked, he threw me onto my back and thrusted into me without warning. I cried out passionately at the fullness of my core.
"Ah, Marcus, give it to me." I panted. He looked deeply into my eyes and thrusted harder, and our bodies were meshing together. He kissed my lips and bit them when he tried to stifle a moan. His lusty pecks felt like heaven against my heated skin.
"Oh, you're so nice and tight." He growled, his deep voice sending me closer to the edge. As my body prepared for its release I began to rock my hips into his. He moaned at the feeling and began to angle his thrusts at my sweet spot. I was close.
"Mmm, baby you like that? Tell me." He whispered. I looked away from him. I couldn't tell him. I felt guilty for even letting him do this to me. I love Haru, but then again, he does know that I do this.
"Yes, Marc-ughs! Don't stop!" I cried as he pounded me. He chuckled as he continued to thrust into me roughly.
"Yes, come for me baby." He whispered with a kiss. I couldn't contain myself. My body released in electrical jolts of intense pleasure, and I couldn't stop screaming and moaning. I haven't felt this good since the last night we made love before I left him.
As we both came down from our climax he rolled off of me and kissed me passionately, softly caressing my cheek.
"Ifunaya." He said while cuddling against me. I looked down at the carpet and sighed. Hearing the words "I love you" sounded right, but it didn't feel right. In my heart, I knew that I loved Haru, but I had no choice.
"Ifunaya."