The Nightlife: New York - Chapter 14

“My, my, my, très sexy. Don’t you look nice! I like this shirt on you. Blue is your best color.” Michelle turned Aaron in a circle as she checked him out for his big date.

“Yeah, I look damn good, don’t I? I’m dead sexy.” He spanked his ass in the mirror as Michelle grinned. His new eight hundred dollar outfit made a distinct impression. He had never realized how much clothes can make the man. Michelle had a sharp eye for fashion, and a deep pocketbook.

“Thank you so much. I never could’ve bought this on my dime.” He smiled as she ran her hands over the ass of his black slacks.

Michelle never cared about money. She was constantly shopping for expensive designer clothes for the both of them. She paid all the taxi rides, and who knew how much her apartment cost. He never bothered to ask about money. He didn’t have the first clue about her finances beyond the fact she made good money on her escort dates.

He stared at her sideways in the mirror as she smiled back. Who is this woman I’m in love with? He didn’t even know her true age, or so much as her full name. His vampire master was a mystery, but that’s the way she liked it.

Michelle broke him out of his silent reverie with her speech on vampire etiquette. “Mon petit chou, remember the rules. Feed no more than sixty seconds. Do not risk the addiction. Release her when she pops. Not a moment longer. No sex. Is a very bad idea. Your control is not good. Trust me, you do not want to hurt a woman that way.”

“Yes, Massa. Aye’s a good slave, Massa. Don’t beat me.” He pinched her ass as he teased.

“Save your energy for later tonight. I have something planned. More tricks for you. We will need your stamina…”

He envisioned the many things she had taught him in the bedroom. Wild passionate sex for hours. He shivered in anticipation, adjusting his pants as he caught a semi just thinking about her.

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“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Callahan. My name is Aaron. How are you this evening?” He met his date in the lounge of the Double Tree Inn. The music hadn’t begun yet and the quiet, unpopulated ambience felt peaceful, romantic.

She hugged him and planted a kiss on his cheek––a little too familiar for cordial. She watched him with an inviting expression. “Fantastic now you’re here, honey. Aren’t you the sexiest thing I’ve seen in years? Look at you!” She held his hand as she stepped back in appreciation of his physical assets.

Reading her mind, he found her intriguing. His first official date as an escort. He dug in deep, trying to get a better sense of who she was. He sifted through her fantasies of sex with him to find the key components of her soul. She’d been married for twenty years to a jet-set corporate CEO. The asshole preferred sex with his secretaries and assistants to her. Of course, it hadn’t always been that way. Her husband developed the habit over the years, gradually growing distant. She’d wanted to divorce him many times, but their kids kept her from taking the easy way out. This wonderful forty-plus mother of three lived daily with emotional and sexual neglect, much the same as Aaron had. Well, up until a week ago.

He sympathized with her instantly. He couldn’t fault her for hiring an escort. And why did she need an escort? Discretion. She could afford expensive eye candy that guaranteed discretion and allowed her to enjoy life’s simple pleasures of sex with a hard body half her age. It wasn’t love, but it would have to do.

He couldn’t refuse this woman the thing she needed most, Michelle’s warnings be damned. He would break his promise to Michelle. He vowed to maintain control and give Mrs. Callahan what she was paying for.

She had planned for them to spend the evening at the hotel. Dinner, cocktails, dancing, and then retire to her suite. At five hundred an hour, she intended to make full use of his sexy body for at least four hours. The escort service had already charged their fee in advance. The cash would be his to keep.

The dinner went smoothly with small talk about her family and business interests. She drifted into politics that flew completely over his head. He mostly listened to her. She was a truly remarkable woman and he had grown to genuinely like her.

They danced for a time, slow and intimate, stealing kisses here and there. Her hands began to roam below his waistline. He knew what she wanted and made the suggestion, “Why don’t we head up to your room?”

“You have the right idea.” She had such a beautiful smile to complement her aching soul. He wondered what kind of asshole would treat a woman like this so poorly.

She needed him to make this a special night for her. She seemed so wonderful, only wishing to be loved. He was willing to test his tenuous control, for her.

Upstairs, she kissed him on the lips. “Call me Rosalie. Mrs. Callahan is so formal, makes me feel like I’m talking to one of my son’s friend’s. I’m going to change into something more comfortable. I’ll be back in a moment.”

She exited the bathroom a few moments later wearing a red see-through negligee with a matching sheer G-string. Rosalie wasted no time. She kissed him deeply while her hands undressed him fast and efficient. She had a definite plan and followed it without hesitation.

Naked yet comfortable in her presence, he stood while she looked him up and down. She gifted him another one of her beautiful smiles. He enjoyed seeing himself from her perspective as she ogled his body. She loved his trim abs that didn’t fold over his belt like Mr. Callahan’s. And his firm pecs didn’t need one of those compression t-shirts to hide man-boobs. When her attention settled on his cock she licked her lips. The woman couldn’t wait to get him in her mouth. He was the best date she’d ever had through the agency.

If he could perform like the stud she imagined, she’d definitely schedule another date. After a few seconds of appreciation and wild imaginings, she put her skillful hands to work caressing him, bringing him to full size.

She pushed him back onto the bed and climbed over him. “I can’t resist wrapping my lips around something so beautiful.” With that she slipped her mouth over the top of his hard cock. He lay back and let her do as she pleased. She toyed with him, licking up and down his length, teasing, and then concentrating intense suction on the very tip. He moaned and couldn’t help but fist his hand in her hair and lift his hips as she tugged on the head of his cock. She pulled away, teeth, tongue and lips scraping past his most sensitive flesh to come up for air with a smile on her face.

“Honey, I can do this all night long.”

Then she went right back at it, a muffled, vibrating groan massaging him as she went all the way down, craning her neck to accommodate his full length.

He read her desire to receive the same treatment she gave him. Never leaving her mouth, he pivoted into position, and buried his face between her inner thighs as Michelle taught him. He took his time. His fingers toyed with her entry and stroked her smooth, soft legs. Pulling her panties aside, he bared her juicy flesh to his taste.

Rosalie worked his whole length frantically, sliding up and down, in and out, faster and faster. He entered her with his fingers while suckling and nibbling at her folds. Their intensity reached fever pitch when she peaked, screaming her release into his erection, clamping down on him forcefully. The vibrations and fierceness of her reaction brought him fast.

Instead of pulling out of her mouth, he poured himself deep into her throat. Her husband had made her swallow so many times she had learned to crave this kind of submission. Surprised by what she wanted, Aaron let her have what she desired, trapping the back of her head tightly.

She wanted to be crammed down on him. She truly enjoyed sucking cock. Rosalie suspected it was the primary reason her husband had married her.

After a moment’s reprieve, both of them catching their breath, he shifted position and gently guided her to roll over. He settled back on his knees, between her legs, and stroked her insides with three fingers deep in her wet heat. Rosalie tugged him by hand, making sure he hardened for her once more. Her wet pussy and soft, willing flesh inspired a vicious hunger. He fought for control. He wanted so badly to pin her down and ravage her until she begged him to stop. He wanted to mark her body with his teeth … everywhere. Her heavy breasts and powerful thighs begged to be bitten, sucked, drained, and fucked.

Michelle’s concerns over his control were very real.

Managing sex and feeding together might prove impossible. His need reared its ugly head, like another personality taking over, a predator that wanted to use and abuse poor Rosalie Callahan, heedless of her fragility. He began to regret his decision. He feared what harm he might do to this wonderful woman.

Then she slipped a condom on his cock and opened her legs wide in invitation. All control evaporated. The beast took over, pure lust and hunger.

He slid into Rosalie fast and hard, sinking in all the way to her limit in one swift thrust. He seized her luscious hips in a wicked tight grip to hold her in place as he rammed inside her harder and deeper. He pounded her flesh as she screamed and writhed in the throes of the wildest sex she’d ever known. He abused her silken flesh with the abandon of super-human strength. As he thrust into her, burying himself all the way with his climax, he remembered his foolish ideas of control. Rosalie screamed and clawed at his back when he chomped into her neck and drank deeply, consuming her blood, ecstasy, and passion in a furious blend.

He remembered himself enough to release his bite after what seemed like a minute.

When he regained a touch of sanity, he assessed the damage. Rosalie lay below him quivering and writhing. Her breath came in hoarse pants, an animal sound. Searching her mind, he was relieved to find he hadn’t really hurt her much. No broken bones, no ruptured organs. But she might be walking funny for a while.

That was a close call.

Though sore, she didn’t seem any worse for the rough treatment. Most importantly, she hadn’t acquired the addiction. Not like Lisa. Ignoring the fact that he’d barely restrained himself from breaking her pelvis or killing her, he judged his experiment a success.

He cleaned up in the restroom, dressed, and returned to check on Rosalie. She was still breathing heavily, but had recovered a semblance of normalcy. Her body wouldn’t stop vibrating and twitching with sensory overload. Her eyes were dilated and glazed, drunk with pleasure. He watched her for a few moments as she caught her breath.

“OH … MY … GOD! I’m … I don’t know how you did that, but it was amazing. Whatever you got, honey, they should be bottling and selling it for billions. I’d get up to see you out, but I’m not moving from this bed. I wouldn’t be able to stand up if there was a fire.”

He felt damn proud at that moment, though a bit guilty for letting himself go too far … a little too intense for her human frailty. Michelle had spoiled him with her endless stamina and capacity to handle the full measure of his powerful sex drive.

“Pleased to be at your service, Rosalie. I wanted to give you an exceptional evening. You deserved a special moment. Whoever is neglecting you isn’t worthy of your time and attention.”

“I’ve known that for years, honey. We can’t always get what we want. But I certainly got it tonight … more than I expected and it was just what I needed. Would you hand me my purse, please.” She pulled out three thousand dollars in fifties and handed it to him as he kissed her goodbye.

He noticed how much money she was shoving at him. “This is way too much.” She had already provided her lovely body and her precious life’s blood. Taking all that money felt wrong.

“Baby, what you got is priceless. I would gladly pay more. You’re worth every penny.” She smiled at him sweetly. A woman with a smile like that deserved so much more from life. “I hope to see you again. Would that be possible in a couple weeks?” In her mind she debated whether or not she could handle another date. Aaron almost gave her a heart attack. He had fucked her stupid.

“Yes, I would like that very much. You know how to make the arrangements. Until then, take care, and get some rest.” He blew her a kiss and walked out the door.

He knew he needed his strength for what Michelle had planned, so he fed twice more on the dance floor on his way out of the hotel. Aaron’s spirits soared. He rode a high of blood and sex as he hailed a taxi cab for the ride home to Michelle.