Chapter Two: 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. He removed his tailored jacket and hung it on a hook behind the bathroom door. Before 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 Bash slipped off his tie, Gaia peeked in from behind the door.

Deferring to him, Gaia said, "I'm ready, Master."

Bash reached for Gaia and gently took her hand. Her grip was firm but light. Again, he noticed the utter lack of fear and in its place an abundance of trust. Sebastian 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? Bash could never harm Gaia. To his own disgust and contempt, Sebastian loved Gaia 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. To sink his teeth in like a ripe peach.

Gaia 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 sure. They created a pleasant weight in his hands, and Sebastian absolutely loved how she whimpered when he showed them his attention.

Gaia’s lily-white skin was perfection, without a blemish or scar. The only marking she had, was a tattoo of a lotus flower nestled between her shoulder blades, upwards near the back of her neck. Its coloring nearly matched her dyed hair. Normally, a female with unnatural hair color would never attract him, but the soft pink shade suited her.

Gaia was Sebastian’s lovely little nymph. Her parents had 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.

Bash scented the air. Gods he had to eat, but he wanted Gaia to come once before he indulged.

Sebastian led Gaia to the tub and helped her step inside. She stood awaiting his command. Knowing she wouldn’t move without his direction gave Bash 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? Fuck that! She thought.

It seemed odd to Gaia that she couldn't remember falling asleep or even getting home before her master found her, but the bath made her feel whole again. Though it felt real, even if it wasn’t actually happening, 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.

Master 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. It was the only type that didn't make her taste like pure rubbish when he fed on her following a shower or bath. He practically grimaced at the thought.

It had taken Bash 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," Sebastian 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 bring 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—" Gaia replied with her eyes closed, forgetting to address him by title.

Bash 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 climax when I say you can. Are we clear?" Sebastian 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.

Gaia had become skilled at controlling when she orgasmed, mainly because it was so much better to allow it at Master’s command.

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

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

Gaia whimpered and relaxed in submission. Sebastian rubbed harder and faster while kneading his tongue firmly against her nipple. He glanced up and wallowed in the pained expression on her face. Bash sensed her release nearing.  She was at the precipice. And as much as he wanted to continue to torture her, he was bloody hungry.

"Come, Gaia!" he growled his command.

Like a wave crashing upon a rocky shore, Gaia’s orgasm flowed through her entire body. She announced her height of pleasure by calling into the night, bucking and splashing water all over the bathroom floor.

Sebastian took Gaia’s 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.

Sebastian pulled away, breathlessly panting. Now, he would grant Gaia the treat she so well deserved.

"Stand!" Bash’s command was gruff as his eyes darkened. His lust for her blood edged at his nerves.

Gaia 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 pussy throbbed in agreement.

Down girl—Gaia thought.

"Now, Gaia, this isn't something I've ever done to you before, and I give 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.

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

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

"Yes, Master?" she whispered.

"My name is Sebastian, but those who know me best, call me Bash. I’d like for 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, he revealed his name. It felt awkward on her tongue, but his name fit him.

Bash—

Gaia ran the name through her mind repeatedly as she looked down into his lust-filled eyes. Gaia 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 just a man, a vampire!

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

Bash grinned at Gaia, adoring the smile lighting up her face. He didn't realize giving her his name would make her so happy. Bash wondered how long had she pondered his name without questioning him? Then again, she didn't know he was real, so this may have never been a sticking point, just a pleasant revelation tonight.

Bash’s mouth hovered over Gaia’s sensitive inner thigh, and with a growl, he sank his fangs deep into her supple flesh. Her intoxicating blood gushed forth across his lips, coating his tongue and throat as he swallowed her life force.

Gaia gasped at the pain as a searing heat followed, flowing up through the veins in her leg into her groin. Her inner walls contracted and her engorged clit throbbed.

"Fuck!" she cursed.

Gaia had never experienced something so incredible in her entire life. The warmth causing her to pulse spread throughout her body. She steadied herself with a hand on Bash’s shoulder when her knees began to shake.

Sebastian's cock 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.

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

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

What he did next, Gaia would have never expected.

Sebastian lunged forward, biting down on her swollen clit while he finger-fucked her pulsing cunt.

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

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

Bash allowed Gaia to collapse over his shoulder. He rose without effort to his feet and carried Gaia to the bed. Hastily, Bash swiped his thumb across his incisor, drawing his blood. He sealed the bites on Gaia’s thigh and clit as she continued to writhe in ecstasy.

In the blink of an eye, Bash had removed his shirt, shoes, and pants, and was on top of Gaia licking her clean of blood. She was still coming as he brought his cock to her entrance.

Bash hissed as he sheathed himself inside her to the hilt, gripping her smooth, creamy thighs. Gaia pulled his chest close to hers as Sebastian began to thrust in and out at a steady pace. She was soaking wet, and Bash couldn't wait to lick her cum from her skin afterward.

It was Bash’s hazy fantasy to drink from Gaia, but fucking her was just as pleasant. Another warning. Bash had never enjoyed sex with a human as much as he enjoyed it with Gaia. He leaned in and kissed her partially parted lips as Gaia instinctively angled her hips.

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

Once again, Sebastian 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? Gaia contemplated this even in her clouded mindset.

Gaia couldn't see, and her head swam. Sebastian could hear her heart beating 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 her blood loss.

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

If Sebastian owned 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.

Bash grabbed the syringe and vial 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 Gaia’s side.

Bash felt guilty for draining so much 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 from Gaia, but Bash had set his mind to it.

He had to prove to himself that he was still in control.