Pain's Pleasure

. Chapter Five
Osalie shared her room with two other women. It was small but clean. The single window overlooked the woods that bordered the gardens. Osalie tried, with little success, to sleep on the straw pallet near the wall. At dawn, the other women arose from their beds, dressed and headed out without a word. A few minutes, later a woman, dressed in simple garb of white and blue coarse cotton, entered the room.
“Starting today, you are the new help. Until the master calls you for personal reasons, you are the scullery maid. In time your rank will raise. Here are your clothes, wash cloths are in the corner. After you’ve washed up and dressed, meet me in five minutes downstairs.” The whirlwind of orders followed the old woman through the door.
Osalie sat up on the bed and sighed. She didn’t get much sleep, due more to her own adjustment than to the scandalous actives the night before. She tried to muster embarrassment but fell short of mild discomfort. She shrugged and prepared for the day. Leaving her sleeping quarters, she descended the servant stairs to the main floor. Entering the kitchen, the housekeeper took note of the pocket watch in her hand. “Right on time as I ordered, good.” All the maids stood in line and waited for their orders. Osalie, along with five other maids, were ordered to scrub the lower floors before breakfast.
The housekeeper addressed the new maids, “The master only sleeps three days out of the week, during the daylight hours. On those days we clean the entire house. At seven O’clock he awakens and one of the new maids will deliver his dinner.” She nodded to Osalie, “Since you are the newest maid, this will be your duty until the master states otherwise. Now everyone get to work.” She left and the maids scurried to do her bidding. Osalie was on her hands and knees for the rest of the day. Each floor had over twenty rooms that needed scrubbing, cleaning and washing. After she washed the floors, Osalie change the sheets on the guest beds, swept the halls, and peel potatoes and onions for the night’s dinner. By the end of the day she acquired a new regard for her own family’s servants.
When sun gave way for the moon, the house bustled with activity. Candles lit the dark foyers. Osalie was standing in a corner of the kitchen, cutting vegetables, when she heard a commotion from the outside. A blue skinned woman, held by four footmen, entered the kitchen, screaming through the tie in her mouth. Placing her on a long board, the footmen held her head as one of the cook felt the woman’s neck. With a nod, the cook sliced the pale blue flesh drawing blood from the neck. The woman’s dark eyes shed one tear before they glazed over and died with her body. The blood poured into a large bowl. When it was full, the cook took the bowl and poured it into the pot with the vegetables near Osalie. The cook looked at Osalie. “You’ll get use to it girlie; it’s just food for the master.” Osalie smelled the blood boiling in the pot mixed with potatoes, onions, green beans and spices. Its aroma was actually appealing. She shook her head; the longer she stayed in this place, the more perverse her sensibilities became. Before long she would be asking the cook if she could cut a throat, even now she wondered what it felt like. She grabbed a clothed and cleaned the counter. Good heavens, she was losing her mind.

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Nathan awoke to the sweet smells of the night. Sweet blood encased in flesh; he needed to feed. His body tensed as he heard footsteps down the hall, approaching his room. His smile revealed two long sharp teeth. He knew that intoxicating scent. Nathan sat up in the bed just as Osalie entered the room with his meal. She placed it on the small dining table near the fire and bowed. Before she turned to leave, Nathan called to her.
“Are you really going to leave me to eat alone?” Osalie hesitated but eventually sat in one of the chairs next to the table. Nathan, dressed in only breeches, walked to the table and straddled the chair adjacent to Osalie’s seat. Osalie stared at his bare chest. Blushing, she lifted her gaze to look in his gold eyes. His movements were smooth and graceful as a panther with a hidden danger that atoned to his beauty. Not many men were considered beautiful, but the word rang true for this man. He ate and talked with ease. Osalie tried to respond but lacked the fundamental conversation skills to continue the discussion.
Nathan gave another smile, “Quite aren’t you, little mouse. How boring you must find my prattle.”
Osalie looked at him; he smiled but his eyes showed mild irritation. Why would he want to talk to her?
“I don’t really talk to people. I use to spend all of my time in my room, away from society. Every time I speak, I either say too much or too little. Why would you want to converse with me anyway?” she stared at him in alarm, “Am I to be your next meal? Do you find pleasure in playing with your food before you eat it; it is deplorable manners, sir.”
Nathan chuckled. “You do have a strange way with words. In any case, if you want to know my pleasure they are simple.” He held her hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of her wrist, his eyes looked alive, an unnatural light dancing in the amber flecks of his eyes. “Such a strong pulse, I feel your heartbeat, I see every vein in your body.” Her eyes focused on his, “Are you a Vampire?” Nathan’s smile widened, “Are you frightened I’ll turn you, suck your blood till your heart stops?” Osalie tried to remember all the myths of vampires and ghouls but produced nothing as factual. The demon kissing her wrist falsified the legends of brainless blood suckers who lived in darkness. Osalie gasped as he bit into her skin and suckled the blood beneath. He pulled her onto his lap, his gaze bright and hot. Osalie’s head felt light, was he killing her? Didn’t they have bite into the neck to kill a victim? She couldn’t fathom why it felt so…good.
He released her wrist and brought her head to his. He kissed her hard. She tasted her blood on his tongue as it caressed hers. She kissed him back, rapping her arms around his bare shoulders. Nathan untied her apron and unbuttoned her gown. Her blood coursed thought his veins and her scent filled him, he was hot for her. He pushed down her bodice and opened her chemise. He kissed a path down her throat to the hollow between her breasts. He licked and gently bit one nipple then the other. Nathan kissed a spot above one breast, and then bit into the tender flesh. Osalie arched her back and grabbed his hair, unsure whether to pull him away or keep him close.
With his mouth still attached to her skin, Nathan easily lifted her body and laid her on the bed. He removed his teeth and stared at the naked flesh of her upper body. Her nipples stood erect and her body trembled. Osalie closed her eyes and parted her legs. She wanted to feel his body on hers. She reached up and touched his chest, running her hand up his neck and down to his breeches. Her mind was blank, responding only to the stimulus. Her hands rubbed the hard bulge replaced only by her lips, kissing his arousal through his pants. Nathan removed her maid’s cap and her long tresses fell down her back. He smelled her heighten pulse, her scent and the liquid between her legs. It became too much, he removed her clothes until she lay fully naked, clad only in her collar. He moved to stand next to the bed.
“I want you to stare at me, all of me.” He removed his breeches, standing taunt, hard and erect before her. She gave in to his command. He caressed his cock, willing her with his eyes to replace his hand with hers. She reached out and touched his hard member. Her hand wrapped around it, moving up and down the length of his shaft. Curious of the taste, she licked the tip of his cock. His pre-cum was bittersweet and vaguely addictive. Nathan senses heightened, her scent once again consumed him as her mouth took in his cock. His fingers ran through her hair. Grabbing a handful he shoved himself fully into her mouth. She almost gagged with the effort but managed to take him all in her mouth. It felt good but he wanted more, Nathan moved back and then kneeled between her spread her legs. He golden eyes turned dark amber, glittering in the candlelight. He spread her lips with his two fingers, peering at the glistening flesh. With one fluid motion he pushed his hard cock into her virgin pussy. She gasped at the pain. He pulled out, and with a smile, bent down to lick her virgin’s blood on her swollen flesh. He tongue sucked her clit, moved into and out of her hole. She tasted good, of blood and her own sweet juices. Osalie gasped again, this time in pleasure. The pain was gone in an instant leaving a small throbbing sensation. Nathan once again embedded his cock into her tender flesh. He moved slow, deliberately pulling all the way out then thrusting in again. Osalie felt the pressure build between her legs, he filled her completely and the sensation was strange and arousing. Her hips rose to meet his pace. Soon she wanted more; she wrapped her legs around him, grabbed his head, and kissed him. She’s felt wanton and completely taken over by the feelings of her body. She urgently kissed his mouth, his cheek, his ear. Biting his earlobe she moaned,
“More…please faster.” Nathan, who already increased his speed, did so further. Osalie moaned louder, her clit rubbing against his pelvis as he thrust hard and fast. She was close, her hips grinded against him, trying to find release. Nathan lifted himself onto his elbows, staring at her. For some reason, the woman made him crazed. Her scent, her body, her moans had him near cumming. Her eyes, ice fire, stared back as she bit her lip, groaning from the pleasure. He pushed her chin up and bit into her neck. They both came instantly. Osalie held him tight as the waves of her release pulsed through her body. Nathan lost sense of his control his drank more than he intended; it felt too good to cum inside her as her blood filled his body. When he released her neck, she laid in his arms, unconscious. He stared in alarm, Nathan knew he didn’t kill her but the intensity of it all had him confused and surprised. He moved off to lie next to her. She slept, her body rising and falling with each breath, he sensed her pulse. It was slowing down, turning normal. He arose and dressed. Since he normally didn’t sleep until dawn, he left to hunt. As he exited the house from his large window in his bedroom, the night’s cool air on his heated skin, he tried to ignore the sated feeling in his loins and in his chest.