Chapter 9
CHAPTER NINE
TUESDAY
Nighttime Whispers doesn’t need to be limited to the TV screen this evening, sweet curva. The Count is in my blood now, as I’ve played the character for so long.
And the Count knows how to chase and terrify his victims.
Tonight, I will be lucky enough to have an extremely skilled assistant. Someone who can also run, chase and capture. I’m sure we’ll both be trying our very best to win the game of hide and seek.
Once we catch you, you will be at the mercy of the Count.
Finally, Ella, you will have the chance to be Polly Anna, and your ‘fate’ will belong to me.
Proposal duration – three hours.
Reward – some more competition time for Joshua tomorrow. I know you love a good squash game, darling. You’ll have earnt it.
H eath Mason playing a squash match with Josh? I have no idea how that will pan out, but if I had to hedge my bets…
Josh is one of the most competitive people I’ve ever met when it comes to any kind of sport, especially one on one. No, scrap that. He’s the most competitive person I’ve ever met.
I didn’t have a clue Heath liked sport. I gathered he must like something, to keep a physique like his, but I’d never figured what.
“Squash?” I ask our client. “I didn’t realise you liked that kind of thing.”
“ That kind of thing? Sport, you mean?” He smiles. “I’m very fond of a good game. I used to be at the top of our local squash league when I was growing up. Unfortunately, playing is a lot less enjoyable when you have a thousand cameras in your face whenever you leave the house.” He points at the floor. “That’s why I have a court downstairs. But I only usually practice solo.”
“A court downstairs? A squash court? Here?”
“And a pool table, dartboard, and gym setup, yes.”
Well that wasn’t on the villa tour. I wonder how much about this place is behind closed doors…
“You look surprised,” Heath says, and I shrug.
“No, it makes sense, it’s just…”
“Just what? You can’t imagine vampires with a squash racquet in their hand? It definitely wouldn’t look so fitting on the screen.” He squeezes my shoulder. “Yes, Ella, I enjoy plenty of sport, just like Joshua. We just don’t get the opportunity to be gym buddies all that often.”
The way Josh smirks and nods at him only reinforces just how little I truly know about Heath.
“That’s quite a reward,” Josh says. “Can’t wait. Finally.”
“Yes, finally.”
There’s a look that lingers between them, and gives me a rollercoaster lurch. It’s clear all over again. I’m in the dark about almost everything Heath related compared to the way Josh knows him.
And I’ll be literally in the dark tonight, it seems.
Even the thought of the upcoming proposal gives me shivers after our Nighttime Whispers binge.
“Where are you going to chase me?” I ask Heath, switching the topic. “Nowhere public, obviously.”
“There is plenty of space here,” he says. “The grounds are probably bigger than you’re aware of, having spent so much of your holiday so far basking on the terrace.”
“And in the pool,” I add, then raise an eyebrow. “And naked, remember?”
He nods, flashing me his Count smile. “Oh yes, you’ve spent plenty of time naked, and that won’t change tonight. Once we’ve captured you.”
“Hmm.” I sit back in my seat. “What about if I win? Is there a clause for that? Do you get a time limit on how long you have to capture me? You are playing competitive sports together as a reward after all.”
“We never negotiate with proposals, remember?” Josh says, but I shrug.
“They aren’t usually delivered in person. I can make an exception just once, right?”
“I like that idea, actually,” Heath says. “What do you think, Josh? Twenty minutes?”
“Twenty minutes?” Josh looks right at me. “Easy peasy. We’ll catch her way quicker than that.”
“Oi,” I give his arm a jokey slap. “You’re underestimating me.”
“We’ll soon find out.”
“And if I win?” I ask my boyfriend.
“It’s up to the Count , it’s his proposal after all.”
We both look at Heath.
“If you win, we’ll drink champagne and toast your success. Happy days.”
I laugh. “You’re making me want to lose now!”
“Let’s see if you’re still saying that once the chase is underway.”
I don’t break a sweat at this kind of event like I would have done when I first became an entertainer. I’ve been chased before during proposals, by complete strangers in extreme circumstances. I know the adrenaline and instinctive panic that comes when I’m trying my best to run and hide. I’ve been chased through wooded paths and bundled into the back of a van. I’ve been chased through a derelict house, trying to hide in dark corners. And all the while, I’ve loved it – even though my body has been screaming the opposite.
I’ve never been chased by Josh though. Not yet…
And I’ve definitely never been chased by the Count.
What an honour. I’m going to give it everything I’ve got. Show these guys how unwilling a victim I can be.
We eat dinner together first, with both gorgeous men still dressed in their finest attire. A delicious stir fry as the first bottle of tonight’s champagne flows. I watch the sky darkening through the windows amidst the chatter, and my instincts are already spiking as we put our plates in the dishwasher.
“What do you want your victim to be wearing for the chase?” I ask Heath.
“I’ll leave that up to you. We’ll leave you alone for thirty minutes, during which time you can prepare yourself and begin your escape.”
“Thirty minutes. Cool.”
I’d set an alarm on my phone if I had access to it, but the clocks around the villa will have to do. The minutes counting down will be palpable as they rise in intensity.
“Your time starts now,” Heath says, and I don’t waste a second, darting through to the bedroom and looking through my collection of clothing. What will live up to the Count’s attire? Uh, nothing. Not when he’s dressed like that. But I’ll try my best.
I packed some of my finest evening attire to bring along to France with me, so I pick one from the collection. A trailing black dress, low cut with a side split up to my thigh. I’ll be able to run fine in that, and I’m going to go barefoot, so heels don’t hinder me. I don’t spend long on my makeup – just outline my eyes in my trademark cat flicks, and put on my finest scarlet lipstick. Then I check the time on Heath’s bedside clock. Only ten minutes left for the proposal to get underway.
And for me to get away.
When I leave the bedroom, the place is in total darkness. The guys have switched off all of the lights. Every single one of them. I wonder where they are. Are they close by, in the darkness? Will they be able to hear me make my move? It makes the situation so much more ominous that I freeze by the door, listening for movements, or breaths. But there is nothing. Only silence.
I don’t know the villa well enough yet to dash freely, and I won’t be giving away my location by hitting any light switches. I make my way carefully through to the kitchen, reaching out for the familiar anchor of the breakfast bar to orientate myself. The moonlight is strong outside, but it isn’t reaching me here in the kitchen. I’m in the shadows. I use the opportunity to take some deep breaths as I contemplate my route. What will the guys expect me to do? Race into unknown territory on the outskirts of the villa grounds, or stay close by for an up-close game of hide and seek?
But the real question is… what do I want to do?
My feet answer the question for me, itching to run, run, run. So that is what I do. I dash straight for the door onto the terrace, easing the handle open as quietly as I can before I skirt alongside the loungers with my back against the wall. I follow the angle of the wall at the end, and in the moonlight I see the relaxation room where we had our pamper session. How ironic. This is anything but a pamper session. My heart is thumping, the adrenaline starting to flow, and I enjoy that. The terror. I let my mind race through the chase scenes in Nighttime Whispers – so many victims lost and succumbing to the Count’s fangs in their neck once he reaches his prey.
I sink into the zone. I’m Polly Anna. And I’m on the run.
From the man she loves.
From the men she loves.
Oh fuck, I should never use that term in the plural.
I make a dash for the relaxation room, my breaths already hitching as I reach the other side. The grounds around Heath’s huge villa are flat, with perfect grass and high walls around the outside. I can navigate this. I reach the boundary wall and race along the outskirts, unsure of quite what lies up ahead. My preparation time must be long gone by now – the chase underway – and I speed up, my feet silent as I run. I can hear the sea beyond the wall, and I ache to be in there, wading in and racing through the waves as my two assailants charge after me in floods of water. I’d love the sand beneath my toes, my feet pelting as I sprint, but I can’t go out there. For now, it has to be the grounds.
I feel as though I’m in the middle of nowhere within minutes – the huge villa a block of magnificence, lit up in the moonlight before my eyes. And I realise this was a bullshit move. I have nowhere to hide here. Nothing but open ground.
Crap.
I’ll be fallen prey in no time if I stay here.
I have no choice but to make a run for it. Three, two, one, and I go for it, sprinting with everything I’ve got. It’s a relief when I reach a corner at the rear of the villa. I haven’t been here before, but that’s ok. I can make it around to the other side if I’m calm and steady. I breathe in through my nose and out through my mouth, dipping down as I pass each window, and leaping past the floor to ceiling panes. The villa really is massive. The circuit feels endless.
I scout around for a glimpse of anything that could hide me, and that’s when I catch sight of one of the guys across the lawn, by the boundary wall. Jesus, how my stomach lurches. From this distance, I don’t know which of the two it is. I stay statue still until they are out of sight, and keep going on my way. I brace myself, prepared to be leapt on at any second, but as I turn another corner, there is nobody there.
My feet hit tiles again, and ahead of me, I see the gates of the main entrance.
It gives me a lurch of recognition – the excitement as our cab pulled up and dropped us at our destination. It’s only been a few days but it feels like a lifetime ago.
Fuck it. I take a chance at heading straight in through the front door, trying to ease it open. And YES! It moves. It lets me in.
I feel like a chase professional as I complete my circuit, right back to the breakfast bar. I toy with the idea of disappearing back into the bedroom and hiding out where I started. The clock must have been ticking fast while I’ve been outside. I wonder how far away I am from the win…
I think maybe, just maybe, I’ll do it…
Until I hear footsteps behind me, charging fast from the dining table. Oh my fucking God, I shriek as the figure thumps into the opposite side of the breakfast bar and lunges over for me. And of course I have no fucking idea which of the pair this is, because he’s masked! In a Venetian style devil mask that looks ominous as fuck in the shadows.
That’s when the true instinct of terror hits me. It’s inescapable. Beyond rational thought.
I escape with a screech, racing with everything I have towards the doors to the terrace, knowing the masked figure is right behind me. I’m past the loungers when I see my second masked assailant on the other side of the pool, waiting for me.
Two masked assailants, in period style attire. It gives an edge of swords, teeth and ravaged corpses.
Nighttime Whispers.
I’m scissored in this position, with nowhere to go. There is no chance in hell that I will make it past the pair of them, so my decision is made in a heartbeat.
I hold my skirt as I run and leap straight into the pool, spluttering as I resurface to find the two men watching me. One at each set of steps.
“I’m not getting out!” I screech. “I’m not giving in! Forget it!”
“Oh, curva,” Heath’s voice sounds out. “Do you really think that’s going to stop us?”
I paddle in the centre of the pool, spinning as I tread water.
My blood is pumping, and my senses are reeling, my dress billowing out around me as I contemplate just what the fuck I’m going to do from here. A standoff, really?
But they answer the question for me.
Both men walk down the pool steps, not giving a toss for their suits as they enter the water. I’m a fucking fish being hunted as I flail for the edge to haul myself out, but I don’t make it. Two pairs of hands land on me and yank me hard away from the side.
I kick and lash out, beyond control as I try to get away from them. Fight or flight. Both screaming in my veins.
“Give in, curva,” Heath says, his grip firm on my arm, but I shake my head.
“No! Never!”
“Really?” I hear Josh’s voice. “Let’s see about that, shall we?”
I’m not prepared for the brutality of his hands when he shoves me under the water. I have no warning to take a breath, so the water chokes me, and I battle. Holy fuck, how I battle. But it doesn’t make any difference.
Josh lets me up for some gulps of air, and I blink and stare at the both of them towering over me, with their tailored suits soaked to their skin.
“Do you submit?” Heath asks, but fuck them, no!
I shake my head, kicking out at their legs until Josh shoves me right back under the water.
Both pairs of hands hold me under this time. I’m trapped. Truly trapped. Being at their mercy doesn’t even cut it.
I hold my breath, and the reality hits. I’ve been chased and captured, bound and beaten, but never fucking drowned before. I’ve never known the terror that comes from being held under water and unable to breathe. It’s a different sensation, being deprived of air.
It makes me fight harder. Desperate.
I’m choking and spluttering, gasping for deep breaths when they let me to the surface for the second time.
“Do you submit now?” Heath asks, laughing in his deep, vampiric tone.
“Fuck you!” I yell, insanity taking over. “No!”
Their attire makes it so easy for me to be Polly Anna, flaming with the fight. But it’s hard to be Polly Anna while I’m underwater for the third time, flailing with all my might but still powerless to get to the surface.
Again, they raise me. Again, I say no. I won’t submit!
I try kicking, punching, fighting, but none of it works. The plunges get longer, deeper, until I’m heady with the need for air. My lungs are hurting, my muscles are aching… and subspace is truly calling.
They let me up onto my back this time, so I’m floating – my tits bobbing as I retch then gulp for air. Heath’s hand clutches my throat, and Josh grabs my tits and squeezes hard.
“Still after some more?” Josh asks, and Heath responds before I can, using his grip on my neck to push just my head back under the water. My eyes are open, and I can see them both through the ripples, tall shadows above me. I blow out bubbles of air, shocked when a hand slides up my thigh to my pussy, and grinds against my slit while I’m powerless to breathe.
Even now, in this position, it feels so good.
It makes it so much easier to be at their mercy…
The fight is all pretend the next time they let me up for a few desperate breaths. I grit my teeth and open my legs wider as they force my face back under the water. My eyes are stinging and my ears are ringing, but my pussy is needier than ever.
I don’t know how long I last while they toy with me – cutting off my air as they tease my clit. One of them yanks my dress down to free my floating tits, not giving a shit if they damage the fabric. My nipples are exposed, and they use them. They hurt them. They use my body as they drown and choke me, but even through the screaming panic I feel inside, I’m desperate for more.
“Do you submit?” Heath asks again, and this time I smile at him.
“I submitted a long time ago.”
“You enjoy being a drowned little plaything?” he asks, and slaps my wet tits.
“I guess so.”
“She likes any filthy thing,” Josh says. “Even being starved of air.”
This is a whole new kind of breath play. One that’s not even on the naughty list it’s so fucking weird. Being drowned over and over in a swimming pool, after being chased down by two suited men out for my blood.
Heath keeps me in position as Josh disappears to the side of the pool. My boyfriend reaches for my arms when he’s out, and drags me out of the water like a drowned rat – a heaving, retching mess as I get dumped on my back on the tiles.
“You’re going to pay for your fight now, curva,” Heath says as he climbs out after us. “You made us get fucking wet for you.”
“Yeah. And you made me wet for you, you sick fucks. Call us even.”
“Still got some fight in you, haven’t you?” Josh says, and puts his shoe on my tits. I really have made these guys soaking wet. His brogue is dripping. “Let’s get that fight out and away.”
They take an arm each and drag me across the tiles and past the loungers. I don’t kick out, because I’m too exhausted to fight anymore. I can barely even breathe, I’ve been choked so bad.
It feels crazy when Heath flicks one of the lights on, and I see the full reality of their getup. The masks are beautiful. Twisted and evil, showing two gorgeous pairs of eyes underneath. My heart leaps with joy at the craziness, and I’m smiling as the pair of them pull their masks off.
My two stunning assailants still have a glint of malice in their eyes.
“What are you going to do to me?” I ask them, squirming at their feet – the kitchen floor hard against my back.
“What any vampire would do to their victim, curva.” Heath lowers himself to the floor. “Bite. Hard.”
It’s my exposed tits Heath goes for first, crushing one as he clamps his mouth over the other. He isn’t lying. His bite is fierce enough that I cry out, and then he sucks, hard. Josh joins him on the floor, licking up my damp cheek before his lips brush my ear.
“This proposal is exactly what you wanted, isn’t it? You’ve been dreaming of this ever since series one.”
My boyfriend bites my shoulder, sinking his teeth in before sucking as hard as Heath. Two hot mouths hurting so fucking bad – but it feels fucking amazing.
Heath finishes up on one tit and leans over me for my other, and I play with the one he’s left. So sore. I’ve been love bitten by the vampire of my fantasies, and it makes me smile. My heart races to a different kind of tune and my mind races through all of the scenes I’ve watched of his over the years.
I hold his head to me, welcoming him as Polly Anna did when she finally succumbed to her true desires and let the Count have his way with her. His hand is warm on my drenched pussy. He tugs my soaked panties to the side and plays with me as Josh lowers himself – shooting me a dirty smirk as he goes. Damn, he looks so fine in Heath’s posh gear. He teases my thigh with his tongue before he sinks his teeth in and takes up another round of sucking, his face close to Heath’s fingers as they work at me.
It’s Josh who gets me out of my dress and tears my panties down.
The floor beneath us is slippery wet, and it only adds to the sensation. Josh’s mouth is savage on my thighs, and Heath trails a path of bites down my chest to my stomach. I’ve been a pain slut for years, used to the high that comes from torment turning to joy, but I’m not used to the clench of teeth and the beautiful tenderness of being feasted on.
I watch them kissing as they take a break, still playing with my sparking clit. I watch the Count kiss Josh like he kisses Polly Anna, and yeah, he’s one hell of an actor, but there’s a churn in my gut. A fresh round of butterflies.
This isn’t acting. It’s real.
Their desire is completely authentic when they go for each other’s suit trousers and set free their magnificent cocks. I want them inside me. Both of them. I want them kissing each other as they fuck my love bitten, pain slut flesh.
“Please,” I say. “Use me. My fate belongs to you, Count. I want to serve you. Both of you.”
They break their kiss, and Josh smirks. “Yeah, I bet you do. What you really mean is that you want us to fuck you, you dirty little curva .”
I arch my back against the tiles, teeth chattering in the aftermath of the pool.
“You know me too well, Josh.”
“I know every inch of you, inside and out. Including your filthy mind.”
“Busted,” I say.
From the way his eyes lock on Heath’s, I know he could be saying the same to him. The more I’m around them, the more obvious it becomes.
I’m shocked when Heath grabs Josh by the throat, with the Count’s cruel expression on his vampiric face.
“Cocky boy,” he says. “There is only one winner here, just like there is in Kington Springs. Ella isn’t the only one who’ll be tweaking the proposal tonight. We’re not using the Agency now.”
He shoves Josh to the floor at my side, and tears his shirt open, buttons going flying.
Oh my fucking God.
I shuffle away and raise myself for a better view, my hand snaking down between my legs as another scene of my dreams unfolds before me.
Heath bites Josh. Hard.
The Count bites my boyfriend, on his ripped chest, with as much savagery as he did me.
“Fuck!” Josh cries, but he doesn’t fight. His cock is still rock solid, barbells glistening as Heath works a path down his body, biting and sucking until he reaches his thigh.
“You’re going to be a bitten mess like your girlfriend,” Heath tells him. “Remember this tomorrow when we’re playing a different game.”
He tugs Josh’s shoes off and his trousers follow before he hoists Josh’s legs right up to his chest. And then he ploughs his ass – shunting his massive cock right the way to the balls, the barbells taking no prisoners as they pop their way in, one after the other.
That’s got to fucking hurt, real fucking bad. Josh groans through gritted teeth as the glorious Count pounds his asshole – his long dark hair, dripping wet. I’m a mute spectator, open mouthed and still drenched myself, and I don’t know what to do other than play with my pussy.
Heath clicks his fingers to bring me out of my daze.
“Clean me,” he says, and pulls his cock free.
I scrabble towards him, not giving a fuck for anything but obeying his command. It’s his tone. His energy. His character.
He takes my hair as I clean his dirty cock, sucking him with whimpers.
“Good curva.”
Then he plunges right back into Josh’s ass again, my face up close to the action.
It’s fucking beautiful.
Fucking, cleaning, biting. It’s a whirlwind. Teeth, cock and fingers as Heath manoeuvres me at his whim and invades my pussy all the way to the knuckles.
“Suck your boyfriend as I come,” Heath says, and again, I do as instructed without hesitation.
I take Josh’s veined cock in my mouth, working him as best I can while Heath ravages his asshole.
I’m so proud of myself when they come in sync.
So proud as I swallow every last spurt of my boyfriend’s hot cum.
I collapse on the floor, running my fingers over my love bites as I revel in the aftermath.
But it’s not over yet. That’s clear in both of the guys’ dirty smiles as they look at me.
“Your ass next, Polly Anna, ” Heath says, and I grin with horny glee.
I raise my knees to my bruising tits gladly.
“Bite her,” Heath says, working his cock again.
I groan like the slut I truly am when Josh bites down on my pussy.
And I moan for more when his teeth land on my clit.
“Harder,” Heath says, and fuck, it takes my all not to scream as Josh obeys, biting down hard and sucking.
My whole body is burning, buzzing – subspace here I come.
“I’m ready,” Heath says. “Hold her legs back.”
Josh gives my sore clit a flick with his piercing before doing what Heath says.
“Ready for your fate, sweet curva?”
The Count’s cock is rock hard, barbells glinting slick as he slips the devil mask back on and lines up his fat cock head at my asshole.
“Take me,” is all I can say.
My fate belongs to the Count tonight.
Just like I always dreamt of.