Intense - #AtoZChallenge #Flashfiction #PNR
PRESENT DAY
It had taken Zander barely a month to make his intentions clear. Not that I ever had any chance of resisting him. I was a strong believer in fate and I knew that a force beyond my understanding had driven me to apply for the position at Crave. Yes, I needed the money to help with my expenses for school, but there were tons of other bars and restaurants I could have applied at. The diner I had been working at had gone out of business. Then my roommate told me about Crave, and that she had heard the tips were quite good there. I took her advice, and a couple of momths later found myself on the verge of taking a job I never dreamed of having. His Queen.
The first time I met Zander in his office I felt the pull between us immediately. We were drawn to each other in a way that was as undeniable as it was inevitable. I remember him sitting across his desk from me with whiskey colored eyes that practically glowed. When he was asking me about my qualifications his eyes never left mine. It was as if our eyes were having an entirely different conversation than the words that were coming out of our mouths. It was a silent conversation filled with promises of things I couldn’t possibly understand but wanted nevertheless. And when he stood to show me from his office...my God. The air shifted. He towered over me, and in my skyscraper shoes I had to be around 5”11, which put him around 6”5. His skin was a natural golden tan like that of many Eastern Europeans, and his hair was black as midnight. There was no doubt in my mind that if I had the power to see through his clothes what I would find underneath would be nothing short of a work of art. The man was beautiful. And he wanted me.
“What are you thinking about sweetheart?” He said, interrupting my musings.
“How the last couple of months have been a complete whirlwind. I still can’t believe we’re doing this. Are we really doing this?” I said as I glanced down at the glittering diamond he’d put on my finger last night.
He came up behind me and slid his hands around my waist and laid a gentle kiss on my neck.
“Yes, we really are. Tomorrow. I’ve been searching for you practically my whole life and I’m not wasting anymore time. My queen.” He said and then turned me around to face him.
“What about your family? And mine? I mean it’s just my mom and I doubt she’d care, but it feels wrong to do this in secret.”
“I know. But like I told you, my father’s interference is a danger. Once you are mine, there is nothing he can do. We can have another wedding and invite whomever you want.” He promised.
“I’m already yours Zander.”
“Mmmm, I love the sound of that.” He said and then brushed my lips with his. “When I make you my wife tomorrow, you will be completely mine. I will take your blood and we will mate as is the tradition. My father will be forced to accept it.”
“I don’t want to come between you and your family.”
“There is no coming between anything. It’s you and me. Now go lay down and rest for awhile, we’ve got a long day tomorrow. I want to make sure everything is in place.” He said, then pushed me up against the wall of glass at my back and kissed me right out of my mind. “See you tonight.”
I’d pretty much been living with Zander since he declared his affections. It was never really a choice. But in the time we’d been together he had never crossed the line and fucked me. He’d given me many orgasms by his hand and tongue, but he’d insisted that until we were married, there would be no fucking. I’d tried to seduce him many nights to the point where his fangs popped out and he’d there would be a wet spot on his pants from the cum leaking from his dick. But he maintained his control always. There had been so many opportunities for him to take my virginity but his damn traditions prevented him from doing that. I had to be his wife first. And tomorrow I would be. My clit throbbed with anticipation.
I’d decided to take Zander’s advice and laid down on his bed to nap. I couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour when I felt hands traveling up my body. But they were not the gentle hands that Zander stroked with me in the middle of the night. I was half asleep but tried my best to resist.
“No! Zander!”
“Shhhh….little one. Don’t fight it.” A voice growled.
“...No!” I felt a sharp sting in my neck like a mosquito bite that I tried to swat away. But my hand felt like it was held down by an invisible anchor. I couldn’t move. Zander! I don’t know if I cried out his name or if it was just in my head. But I knew that it was too late, as the darkness consumed me.
