FADED DREAMS

If This Is A Dream, I Don't Want To Wake Up.

Sebastian waited patiently as Gaia undressed. While he waited, he filled her clawfoot tub with steaming water and added a few drops of rose oil to it. He removed his tailored jacket and hung it on a hook behind the bathroom door. Rolling up the sleeves of his finely pressed white dress shirt, he tugged his tie loose and unbuttoned the top three buttons of his collar. As he slipped off his tie, Gaia peeked in from behind the door.

Her gaze lowered, she said, "I'm ready, Master."

Bash moved from behind the door and gently took her hand. Her grip was firm but light. Again, he noticed the utter lack of fear and the abundance of trust. He could drain her in a matter of minutes, and she wouldn't even put up a fight. She'd be the easiest kill he'd ever made.

But who was he kidding? He could never harm her. To his own disgust and contempt, he loved her impossibly too much for his own good. His hunger was growing, and the sight of her plump, round bottom, made him want to take a bite. Sink his teeth in like a ripe peach.

She was a gorgeous, modern specimen of a human female. Bash basked in her sensual curves, and the way her flat stomach drew his eyes to her soft hips. Her perky breasts were neither too small nor too large, more than a handful to be certain. They created a pleasant weight in his hands, and he absolutely loved how she whimpered when he showed them his attention.

Her lily skin was near perfection, not a blemish or scar. The only marking she had, was a tattoo of a lotus flower that sat between her shoulder blades, up near the back of her neck. The coloring nearly matched her dyed hair. Normally, a female with unnatural hair color would never attract him, but it suited her.

She was his lovely little nymph. They'd even named her well. This small, slender human had brought him, the great Sebastian, to his knees. A fact that Quintus, wouldn't soon let him forget.

He scented the air. Gods he had to eat, but he wanted her to come once before he did.

He led her to the tub and helped her step in. She awaited his command before sitting down. This brought him deep satisfaction.

"You may sit, my dear pet."

Gaia slowly lowered herself into the warm, sweet-smelling water. Her body immediately relaxed as she sank in and back, a sigh escaping from her parted lips.

Mads wants some shrink to cure me of this? f**k that! She thought.

She couldn't remember falling asleep or even getting home before that, but the bath was making her feel whole again. Even if it wasn't real. She was sure, whatever her master did next, would be better than anything that had happened during the day while she was awake. He'd give her a chance to vent too. He always did.

He was perfect. And why wouldn't he be? He was a figment of her imagination. The best damn thing her subconscious had ever conjured up.

Bash knelt near the side of the tub and lathered a sponge with soap. It was a specific kind he had compelled her to buy. The only kind that didn't make her taste like pure rubbish when he fed on her after a shower or bath. He practically grimaced at the thought.

It had taken him years to find the brand he liked best for his pets. Before that, he suffered through the insufferable flavor of chemicals and perfumes for longer than he cared to recall. This one was Castile based and washed nearly clean away, scented only with natural oils he could tolerate.

"Move forward, my sweet," he instructed.

Gaia sat up straight and inched forward. He firmly rubbed the soapy sponge across her back, eliciting another sigh of pure joy.

"Mm, do you know how happy it makes me, to know I'm bringing you such pleasure, Pet?"

"Yes, Master," she cooed.

"Good. Then you know to keep letting me hear your satisfaction, isn't that right?"

"Uh-huh..." she replied with her eyes closed, forgetting to address him by his title.

He forgave her slip and smiled. Oh, he had a treat in store for his obediently sweet pet.

Gaia became lost in the sensation of the sponge, caressing every inch of her tired body. She gripped the sides of the tub as her master brought it to her clit and began to rub. Slow and gentle at first, with just enough pressure to awaken her senses.

"I'm going to make you come, love. But you're to only come when I say you can. Are we clear?" He gathered her hair in his right hand and continued the torturous motion of the sponge with his left.

"Yes, Master. Crystal clear," she added, her voice beginning to strain.

She had become good at controlling when she orgasmed, mainly because it was so much better to do it at his command.

Bash applied more pressure and tugged back on her hair, arching her back and causing her breasts to jut out. The cool room air made her n*****s tighten almost painfully. He moved forward, bringing his face near the side of her left breast and flicking his tongue against her hard pearl.

She moaned, bucking up against the sponge. Bash tugged back harder on her hair as a warning. Lest she forgets, he was in control of her ecstasy. He decided how much and how quickly he'd bring her to release. She was to sit there and take what he offered.

She whimpered and relaxed in submission. He rubbed harder and faster while kneading his tongue more firmly against her n****e. He gazed up and wallowed in the pained expression on her face. He could detect her release nearing. It was right at the precipice. And as much as he wanted to continue to torcher her, he was bloody hungry.

"Come, Gaia!" He growled his command.

Like a wave crashing upon a rocky shore, her orgasm flowed over her. She called her release into the night, bucking and splashing water all over her bathroom floor.

He took her mouth in a kiss and drank her cries. When her tongue slipped past his lips, she noticed his extended fangs.

Bash stopped the motion of the sponge and released her hair, taking her face between his hands. He groaned into her soft lips as he deepened their kiss. His hunger grew with every swipe of her tongue against his.

He pulled away and panted. Now, he would grant her the treat she so well deserved.

"Stand!" his command was gruff as his eyes darkened. His lust for her blood was edging at his nerves.

She stood as he offered her a hand to steady her balance. Bash remained knelt beside the tub.

"Place your right foot up on the edge of the bath and spread wide."

Gaia silently obeyed. Her heart raced with anticipation. This was new. She wasn't sure what to expect, but she knew it would be good. Her p***y throbbed in agreement.

Down girl... she thought.

"Now, Gaia, this isn't something I've ever done to you before, and I'm giving you my permission to come when you need to. Make it good, Pet. I want the people in the next flat to call in a noise complaint. Understood?" He smiled up wickedly at her.

She nodded, her blue-green eyes wide and bright.

"There's one other thing," he paused.

"Yes, Master?" she whispered.

"My name is Sebastian, but those who know me best, call me Bash. I want you to call me Bash. I want to hear my name on your lips as you come tonight. No more master."

"Yes, Ma-I mean, Bash." Finally, his name. It seemed awkward on her tongue, but it fit him.

Bash...

She ran his name through her mind repeatedly. She looked down into his lust-filled eyes. She wasn't sure when it happened, but she'd fallen in love with this imaginary creature kneeling before her.

Maybe she needed a shrink. Who the hell falls for a dream man? No, not a man, vampire!

She didn't allow herself to dwell on it. It was what it was, and she'd deal with it in the morning when she woke up.

Bash grinned up at her, he adored the smile that lit her face. He didn't realize giving her his name would do that. He wondered, how long had she wondered without questioning him about it? Then again, she didn't know he was real.

He hovered his mouth over her inner thigh, and with a growl, he sank his fangs deep into her supple flesh. Her intoxicating blood gushed forth into his mouth.

She gasped at the pain, but then, a searing heat flowed up from his bite and into her groin. Her walls contracted and her engorged clit throbbed.

"f**k!" she cursed.

She'd never felt something so incredible in her entire life. The warmth causing her to pulse began to spread up her body. She steadied herself with a hand on his shoulder when her knees began to shake.

Sebastian's c**k strained painfully against his pants, but he ignored it as he feasted on her blood. He plunged two fingers into her core, determined to undo her.

"Oh, Bash!" Tears stung her eyes as she moaned his name.

He growled and fingered her deeper at the sound of his name. It had never sounded so sweet.

Gaia gripped his shirt tightly with both hands in a feeble attempt to stay upright, but Bash continued to work her p***y faster and harder. He detached from her thigh, her blood dribbling down his chin.

What he did next, Gaia would have never expected.

He lunged forward, biting down on her swollen clit while he finger-f****d her throbbing cunt.

A fire burned through her as she screamed his name once again and came harder than she thought was humanly possible. Her vision blurred and her knees gave out.

He held her upright as he suckled her clit. Her orgasm had caused a rush of blood so big, he was nearly drunk. He had to muster all his control, to not drain her completely. Hers was the absolute sweetest blood he'd ever sampled. Even sweeter still, mixed with the essence of her orgasm.

He allowed her to collapse over his shoulder. Rising effortlessly to his feet, he carried her quickly to her bed. Hastily, he swiped his thumb across his incisor, drawing his blood. He sealed the bites on her thigh and clit as she continued to writhe in ecstasy.

In the blink of an eye, he'd removed his shirt, shoes, and pants, and was on top of her licking her clean of blood. She was still coming as he brought his c**k to her entrance.

He hissed as he sheathed his c**k to the hilt, gripping her smooth, creamy thighs. Her arms pulled his chest close as he began to thrust in and out at a steady pace. She was soaking wet, and Bash couldn't wait to lick her c*m clean off her afterward.

It was a hazy fantasy to drink from her, but f*****g her, was just as pleasant. Another warning. He'd never enjoyed f*****g a human as much as he enjoyed f*****g her. He leaned in and kissed her partially parted lips as she instinctively angled her hips.

He plowed into her relentlessly until he felt himself on the edge of an explosion. He bit down on her collarbone as he came, grunting until he was spent, and she laid limp as a rag beneath him.

Once again, he sealed her wounds before he made his way down to clean her up. Every swipe of his tongue brought on another small orgasm.

How can I be so damn sensitive? She thought in her foggy haze.

She couldn't see, and her head swam. Sebastian could hear her heartbeat slower than normal. He licked his lips. It was time he cared for his spent pet. He stood to make his way to his jacket pocket in which he kept an injection of iron to help Gaia recover from the blood loss.

"Bash, don't leave me," she called weakly.

If he had a beating heart, it would have seized right up in his chest.

"I'm not leaving you, Sweet. You need to eat something to regain your strength," he replied.

He grabbed the syringe and vile before heading into Gaia's kitchenette. As he fixed her a glass of orange juice along with some cookies and grapes, he kept his supernatural hearing attuned to her breathing and heart rate. He carried the food on a tray and made his way back to her side.

Bash felt guilty for draining so much of her blood at once, but it had been a few months since he'd fed more than just a few gulps here and there. He'd lost the desire to feed on any other source. It would be a challenge to walk away, but Bash had set his mind to it.

He had to prove he was still in control.