I roll my eyes when he's not looking. Was all that drama about me leaving, at will? The nerve of him claiming I'M THE VAMPIRE HERE!!!

You must have a soul before I suck it out of you sir! And you have NO SOUL!

"Take the dress off." he softly commands

"Excuse me?" I hiss back

What did he think this was? The strip club?

"Take. The. Dress. Off." he reiterates, towering over me now.

My sweater slides down my shoulders at the coolness of his tone. I suck my teeth at him but reach for the sweater, pulling it off and then the belt of the black dress and its thin straps, working the material until it falls off my body to reveal a bra and boy-shorts with calvin klein insignia in a pale dusty pink. He's not keeping this dress! I made a point to wear a bra today after last night's shenanigans, not that he would've known.

He purrs at the sight; actually purrs, like one of those lecherous villains in movies. The sound comes so powerfully out of his mouth my eyes widen at it. He smiles darkly down at me, taking the dress and sweater from my hands, unashamed of how weird he was.

"Now get on the bed." he whispers softly,

There is a line, and I am going to draw it right here. No I will not get back on that bed! I stand there defiantly, his smirk darkening as he watches me.

"Get on the bed Funke or so help me god..." he warns in a deep husky command

My gaze shifts to the depraved darkness of his, and then quietly I make my way onto the bronze, gold and brown bed, sitting on its edge cautiously. He smiles like the demon he is, folding my clothes as he mumbles to himself in gaelic i guess, before following me to the bed and then grabbing me by my waist. I squeal in shock as he lifts me up and carries me further into the bed, depositing me in the very middle of the plush luxurious sheets. He straddles me, studying me as I look up at him in shock, trying to catch my breath.

He hadn't been all that drunk last night. Was it drugs? Was he a werewolf?

"The bra will have to go." He declares, running his hand gently down my chest and circling the bra, cupping my breasts in his hands.

"As you can see, I do own bras." I add informatively, before he reaches under me and snaps the bra open so expertly I'm actually... I'm impressed.

I have to try my best to not clap at the magic trick. Was this why he was so angry about my aversion to bras? Poor bloke wanted to show off how expert he was at removing them!

It must've shown in my eyes, the awe, because he chuckles brightly before leaning down to press his lips against mine. I was proper confused by this, but the kiss felt...pleasant enough that I wouldn't have minded another.

"Slide it off mo ghràdh." he softly says, and I lift my hands to slide off the bra, silently cussing myself for the ease with which I obeyed his order.

"Good girl." He grunts against my lips, his hands roaming up my breasts and then to my hands, his lips on mine again.

I'm only human, so I groan softly at his kissing, at the way his hands find mine and his fingers intertwine so intimately with mine. I'm so lost in his kissing that I don't notice when one of his hands holds my wrists together, when the other slips into his jean pocket and pulls out the ribbon. I was so fully in the kissing that I was starting to think maybe we were about to fuck when he expertly ties my wrists to the headboard. It's only when the ribbon tightens around my wrists that I open my eyes in shock. He pulls his lips from mine and smiles darkly down at me.

The demon had successfully tied me to his headboard. (And turned me on while he was at it!)

I cut my eyes at him, he licks his lips and caresses my bottom lip with his finger. What did he want? Sex? Pictures to blackmail me with? Was he going to call his concubines to come in and whip me with various household items?

"If you pull it, you only tighten the knot at your wrists." He offers helpfully as I growl at him, trying to think of anything he'd said to me in Gaelic or werewolf to say back.

"You demon!" I hiss at him, fearful of what would come next

"It's you that possesses me mo ghràdh." Lucas confesses almost innocently

Admittedly, I'm confused but more than that I'm bare desperate to escape this somehow. If I can get him off my hips I might be able to stretch my leg to the knot and try and untie it with my toes!

"Now I need you to understand something..." he says as I swing my hips to push him off me

He grunts at the action, giving me a warning finger wag. I stare him right in the face and buck my hips again, defiantly, purely out of a deep furious defiance. Did bucking my hip at him kind of feel like humping myself with his body, yes, but that wasn't deliberate or the point.

I, in my mind, had the ability to throw him completely off the bed by bucking my hips, and when he was on the ground, I would stretch my leg to the ribbon and somehow untie myself, and then I'd grab my clothes and dash for the window or the door, whichever he wasn't in the way of and I'd be free

"If you do that again mo ghràdh..." he darkly whispers, interrupted by the bucking of my hips and a small furious roar that was supposed to unlock super saiyan

He lifts himself onto his knees, cussing at me in gaelic probably as I continue to buck my body this way and that like a dying fish. He grabs my panties, i cross my thighs as tightly as I can, watching him attempt to yank them down as I attempt to fight him. He glares at me, laughing darkly, kind of like when I had to eat shrimp and be nice to Luna even though she had broke my heart. He shimmies down the bed and places his lips on my thigh, first with kisses, and I'd be proper vexed if my thighs betrayed me like my tits did, and then with bites.

I don't know what to tell you, one minute we were protesting slavery, the next his finger had slid between my thighs, hooked itself on my significantly wet panties and yanked them all the way down.

"You'd never fight me, would you?" I think he whispers to vagina terrorista with a kiss to my mound before he throws the panties off the bed.

How dare he! I attempt to pull one of my lust-weakend legs to my hands, to untie myself like I'd planned on. He then grabs one flailing leg and ties a blue ribbon around it, grabbing the other leg and tying the same ribbon there. I attempt to kick him when I feel my legs spread apart and pulled ever so slightly down so I couldn't pull them back together.

The mad man had spread me open and tied me to his bed!

I groan in fury, feeling him crawl up the bed to me. He was prowling above me; perhaps too beautifully for me to be completely infuriated. I was still furious none the less. Who did he think he was?!

"Shhhhh baby... I just want to talk you through a few rules. I promise." he says softly, as if to soothe me

Rules? For what? For whom? To what end?

"That's not me!" I hiss at him, his dark devious face hovering above me as I realize this must be some kind of initiation into his harem.

He smirks at my reply. I'm waiting for the sextuplets to come in in hooded robes

"You'll only make it harder on yourself mo ghràdh... I'm already hard as it is." He gently warns me, as I frown up at him

I'm proper vexed mate! I'd slept with him on accident! I wasn't trying out for the smokey eye sextuplets!

"Mxm, miss me with that yeah?" I growl at him as his hand shifts down my naked belly to the soft hairs of my snatch and then past it to my labia.

I hiss softly, because I was still sore from this prick's antics and instead of being a help he was just making things worse, tying me to his bed and such.

"You're sore baby..." he notes with such delicate care, I'm all confused about who he was talking to.

Baby?

This couldn't be the man who'd done this to me, who'd commanded me up to his room and tied me to his bed after taunting me about being allergic. I hiss softly as he massages the soreness away with his hand.

"I'm sorry I was so rough." he whispers tenderly, studying my face in earnest while massaging my aching and swollen snatch gently

He was apologizing to me. I couldn't believe it! It made no sense! Manz had literally forced me up to his room, stripped me naked and tied me to his bed... and he was apologizing for how hard he'd mashed it up last night! He was a proper nutter obviously!

"Tha mi feumach air do shon cho dona, mo ghràdh." He grumbles huskily into my ear (I just needed it so badly my love)

"Cha robh mi a 'ciallachadh a bhith gad ghortachadh" (I didn't mean to hurt you) he groans softly at me, massaging the pain away

I groan in painful pleasure, my eyes shutting as his fingers work past my sore snatch to my throbbing terrorist of a swollen clit

He had to have bewitched me somehow. Why else would his voice in a language I don't speak deep in my ear affect me this way?

"I'll make it all better mo ghràdh." he vows with a chaste kiss to my cheek before he completely disappears between my legs, digging his face and lips and tongue into my sore sex.

Despite my best efforts to stay furiously defiant, I find myself throwing my head back and moaning in pleasure. He was so good with his mouth! It should be illegal what this man's mouth could do!

A few hours ago, I had sworn to never find myself in the Lothario of Whitlam's paws again. Now, as I lay tied to his bed, moaning and quaking appreciatively at the work of his ungodly mouth, my body erupting in electrifying forsaken pleasures, I made a mental note to go see my therapist about this entire thing.

Fuck! How was he doing this to me? I moan, my hips waving softly to give the man space to do his thing as I try and temper my breath. Yes, right there, yes just that hard, I didn't even need to tell him what to do or how as the pleasure washed over me, overpowering the soreness. To be honest fam, I'm considering joining his harem. It couldn't be that bad waiting in line for this mouth, maybe there was wisdom in smokey eyes and I just needed to be more open to it.

I could learn, I could learn to smokey eye, I promise! My thighs were trembling as the electric waves of pleasure threatened to burn. I was holding my palms together in prayer, ready to vow whatever allegiance to smokey eye and thick wing liner when the demon, the absolute terrorist, pulls his mouth away. My hips follow him desperately but there's nothing there and I was deeply distressed. I could be good, I promise I'll try be good, just please...

I groan in disbelief, opening my eyes wide open to find the dark gaze of the Lothario of Whitlam hovering over me.

"I need you to understand one thing here mo ghràdh..." he states, his voice shaking with a rage I was trying to come to terms with

Why was he this angry at me? What had I done?

"If I happen to fall asleep with you by my side... I fully expect to wake up in the self-same manner." he inculcates passionately

I'd been so close to orgasm I consider just nodding my head and telling him to get on with it. Fine! You win! If I ever sleep in your bed I'll wake up in your bed. Understood, now please...

"You. Do. Not. LEAVE... MY bed, MY house or and MY side without asking me or letting me know! Is that clear mo ghràdh?" He demands emphatically

I nod my head, bowing to the sheer power of his demand. Maybe he's the one who should see my therapist! This was some serious Dr Jekyll and Mr.Hyde! I'm not arguing with you mate, I'll do whatever you want just please... please let me cum!

He takes in a deep breath, closing his eyes.

"If you leave me again Funke... so help me god I will carry you over my shoulder and tie you to this bed!" He softly grumbles, massaging his face with his hand as if to calm himself down.

I appreciate a good villainous monologue as much as the next gal but right now I am in SEXUAL DISTRESS and I need your filthy ungodly mouth right back where it was a minute ago. Ok? I'm sorry! I'm SORRY I left your bed or whatever, just please... SORRY!!!!

My eyes widen in protest as he slides off the bed and walks towards the door. The cruelty that this man has in him! The sheer unbridled evil of his soul!

"For fuck's sake Luca, don't do this to me!" I hear myself cry at the prospect of him leaving me in this hellish state of arousal

I was tied to the fucking bed! There was no helping myself! If he didn't help me I would die! DIE!

Lucas freezes at the door, smiling triumphantly at the furious complaint, turning his gaze back to me, devious and lusty...

The devil works hard, but Lucas Roland works harder!

"But that would be taking it easy on you Funke... that'd be making it out like you can do whatever the fuck you want and leverage how much I want you against me... won't it mo ghràdh?" He teases me darkly, as I consider what it was I could leverage here for some relief

My gaze falls from his face to the dick print on his jeans. I need you to either stop reading right now or turn away, I don't want you to see what I was willing to do for it, for the glorious edge of this man's mouth...

"I'll suck your dick." I hear myself offer without missing a beat

I need him to finish me off! Need it badly! My hands and feet were tied, there was no helping myself! He stands there, his gaze on my mouth. He was thinking about it!

"I will put this mouth on you in ways you'll blush through the weekend about." I vow, which was unrealistic because I'd never seen him blush and I didn't think I was half as demonic as him

"You will?" He wonders softly, his body moving ever so slightly towards me.

His resolve to leave me here was weakening!

"I want to! I want the taste of you in my mouth Luca. I'm mad for it." OK fine, I was trying a bit too hard at this seduction thing, but he'd tied me to the bed!!!

Lucas chuckles darkly at my offer, shaking his head at me because he's an evil knobhead who has no soul

"I know." He finally shrugs, winking at me and opening the door

"Fine!! I'll just fucking summon a succubus then!!" I cry out, cursing after him as he shuts the door behind him.

"Good luck, I hear they only sleep with men!" He chimes behind the door

"A gay one obviously!" I hiss back

I could hear his footsteps receding further and further away from the room. The tosser was leaving me here! He was leaving me to die of vagina terrorista in his own bed! He didn't give a bloody damn for me or my life! For what? You couldn't convince me I'd been horrible to deserve this! Small small leaving his bed yesternight?!