The Deal

"What's the matter, Police Girl?" He smirked at me over his glasses. "Didn't you hear me? Was there something you didn't understand?"

I could feel my usually pale face get warm, maybe red even. "I understood, but... bloody hell. You can't be serious."

"I'm only serious if you don't take my first offer."

I wrinkled my nose. Surely Sir Integra wouldn't stand for this! What kind of "choice" was this supposed to be?

"Sir Integra wants you to drink blood. She didn't specify a method for me to use." He was reading her thoughts again, damnit. "Now choose before I lose my patience."

I couldn't possibly drink his blood! Even if it hadn't been blood to begin with, it was HIS blood. But then that left me with no choice...

I knelt in front of his chair on the cold stone floor, and he threw back his head and laughed so hard I could see all of his sharp teeth. I shuddered a little but pressed on, inching forward until my knees were between his black leather riding boots. I paused, not sure what to do next.

Thankfully, he took my hands and used them to unfasten his dress pants. My hands started shaking as the layers came away. When it was finally completely exposed, I felt my head get light as if I were about to pass out. He reached out and held my jaw on either side, keeping me from falling over.

It was as though he was pulling my face closer to him, and I was too dizzy to really shake his hands off. Finally he stopped when my face was just in front of the long, white protrusion. I looked up at him, hoping this was just a joke and he would laugh in that arrogant way of his and tell me to forget about it.

"Well, Police Girl?" His teasing flustered me more.

"I don't know what I'm supposed to do," I muttered, pulling my head back a few inches.

"Start, and you'll know what to do." He leaned back in his
chair, and I reached out to touch it. My hand was shaking, but I gripped him firmly so he couldn't tell.

I snapped my head up when I heard him growl, but after a moment I realized it must have been a growl of pleasure. I must have done something right, then. I rotated my fist around the shaft, then up and down it. After a few minutes of this, he took my hand and looked at me over the rim of his sunglasses.

"I believe the deal involved sucking, Police Girl." He chided with a sadistic grin.

"Oh right." I murmured, wrinkling my nose. I figured it was better to get things over with than prolong them, so I put my mouth over his member and tried to suck. It was much more complicated than I had assumed it would be, probably because of the width and the fact that my teeth kept trying to get in the way.

I finally got some suction, and he gave a low roar and grabbed my hair, pulling it tight but not out. Before I knew what was happening, he had started thrusting my head back and forth from him wildly. I choked and coughed and gagged, trying to pry his hands off of the back of my head. In the confusion, I must have accidentally nicked his skin, because I suddenly tasted the metallic bitterness of his blood mix with the salty, watery fluid that had been steadily leaking from his cock since I first touched it.

"Good." I looked up in time to see his eyes and grin widen, and I realized his hat and glasses had somehow come off despite both of his hands being on my head. He shoved himself deep into my throat and held my head there. My nose was buried in the coarse black hairs that framed his cock, and I closed my eyes to keep from having to look at them.

He pulled out until the tip was out of my throat and back into my mouth. It pulsed a thick, salty, bitter substance into my mouth, but the powerful blood mingling with it made it taste absolutely delectable to me.

He let out a thrilled, raucous laugh as I swallowed every last drop down and kept sucking the small wound even after everything else was gone. He finally gave a gentle yank on my hair to detach me.

"You've had enough to eat." His glasses were back. "I was wondering when you would bite me."

"You... you tricked me?" I licked my lips, only a little annoyed with him.

"This doesn't change anything, Police Girl." He re-fastened his trousers. "You're still my protege, and I'm still your mentor. Drinking my blood was a device to strengthen our psychic bond. And strengthen you. Good day."

With that, he lowered his fedora and phased through the wall.