I Want To Hear You Scream Chp.1

I Want You To Hear You Scream1

Chapter One2

Justine was having one of those screw the worlds days at her work. She knew she worked at one of those bars where people fucked each other in the open eye, also that mostly everyone there wasn’t human, but she was paid lots of money to just serve them their drinks, and leave. But hell, she was starting to hate her job. No matter how much clothing she wore as an uniform one of the guys were finding a way under it and grabbing something. She just got down punching a shifter for pinning her against a wall and sliding his hands into the front of her pants to grab her nether regions. 3

Like she was one of those kind of women in the bar that did sell themselves for money. She didn’t know why her boss let the women parade around in barely anything. Not only that, but he let them strip or do strip teases in parts of the bars. It disgusted her.4

“The more money the better.” Her boss had always said to her when she complained. Well her boss was an asshole. Straight up asshole. Nothing more. Oh wait, lets not forget he is a vampire who looks incredibly sexy. Justine wasn’t attracted to him though. She was the only employee here, female, that hasn’t screwed him yet. Her other female co-workers enjoyed to fuck him up in his office or in of the showers or private bathrooms he supplied V.I.P’s and employees. 5

“Hey baby girl. You have a table to serve. Floor three, the rough Houser’s. Table nine.” One of the bartenders asked. “One of the specials only this floor has. She specially ordered it too.”6

“V.I.P?” The man nodded. God. Justine took the covered platter and carefully dove her way around the people, dodging groping hands. At the stairs she skimmed up them quickly, going through different floors. The third floor always had the ones who enjoyed having rough sex in public. It was horrifying and disgusting. She hated going up to this floor. 7

She still wondered why the other waitresses came up here for. Oh wait, the enjoyed the free rough sex themselves. It got them more money and their own pleasure in the process. Justine shuddered. Just think peaceful thoughts. No one was going ot try and force her into sex up on this floor.8

Wait what was she thinking. Every floor there was always men and women trying to force her to screw them or let them screw her. Horrible.9

Justine just reached the landing of the third floor when she saw a man pounding into a female from behind, the chick bent over a table, clawing at the wood, and moaning. The woman’s skirt was pushed up, her panties ripped and on the floor. The man had his pants bunched down at her hips. God, repulsive.10

Forcing her body to move away she walked past all the people talking, making out, fucking, and went over towards the back where table nine was. There was a female drinking from another girls breast, licking and sucking. The couple next to them was a man sitting down on the comfy suede seats while a female was riding him. The people around them was a man who was laughing at something another man said across the table, and a female who was groping that man who was laughing.11

“Your order is here.” Justine said putting on a fake smile as she set the platter down. She uncovered it to show one thing she wasn’t going to explain. Win cups of blood surrounding something that looked like ribs with barbecue sauce and blood.12

“Thank you.” The man said with the woman groping him spoke. He flashed his devilish smile. 13

“Would you like to join us?” the woman asked. “I would love for another female companion to taste.” Justine cringed away, turning and fleeing the floor. She could hear their laughter. Screw that floor.14

She walked towards the dining area once again, hoping maybe she could stay on the first floor where there were more body guards and bouncers to protect her. She didn’t even make it. A large hand grabbed her small arm and pulled her towards the private bathrooms, practically dragging her to the large bathrooms meant for sex. 15

Justine scratched at the man holding her, about to bite him. Something in her mind made her stop. It also made her stop moving her body as she was shoved inside the private bathroom. The door clicked lock and her body was let loose from the spell. It was only shortly he controlled her, thank the gods, but she was still in the bathroom with him. And the bathrooms had been proofed so customers wouldn’t complain about the noise. 16

“Let me out of this bathroom, right now!” she screamed at the man as she turned around. The man was six-seven his eyes black with a hint of gold in them. His hair was black also, his skin light and almost pale. 17

“Now why would I do that?” He asked, closing in on her.18

“I work here, I can get my boss right on your ass, you-“ the man shoved her backwards against the wall, knocking the air out of her as he grabbed her by her shirt and lifted her onto a nearby sink. Justine screamed, horrified when he ripped her belt that held all her orders and such from her, and then yanked at her pants, the buttons that had replaced the fly, popping out on their own accord. She began to punch his shoulders, kicking at him, as he forced her pants down and ripped them from her legs.19

“Stay still baby. I don’t to hurt you….much.” He spoke as he pulled her right off the sink again to turn her around, and bend her over it.20

“Get off me you bastard!” Justine yelled, trying to go for anything to help her. Hands caught hers and wrapped them behind her, cuffs snapping over her wrists. 21

“Just shut up and be a good little bitch.” The man spoke, the sound of a zipper being pulled down and the sound of her panties being ripped was all she heard. Justine struck out with her feet again, only to find them trapped with his legs so close to his.22

“Oh God. Please don’t, please don’t, pleas-Ah!” she cried out in pain as the man filled her, sheathing himself completely inside her. Justine went to move to find her self being pushed further into the sink, her face plastering against the mirror, her eyes drawing shut in pain as he pulled back and thrusted back inside of her.23

Another cry came from her. She started screaming again, begging for him to stop. Begging for someone to find them and save her. He shoved harder against her, her face pressing more against the mirror, her hands struggling in the handcuffs behind her. He grabbed her shirt and pulled her against his chest. He licked up her neck, her hair twisted in a bun giving him in the nice view. 24

“I want to hear you scream.” He whispered in her ear, his hand that had pulled her up, wrapped around her front to grab at her breasts roughly. His free hand staying at her waist.25

“You…sick….bastard!” It was getting harder to speak with what he was doing to her.26

“Hm, thank you for the lovely compliment.” He whispered in her ears as he nipped down the skin below her ear. He inhaled in her scent, thrusting even harder and deeper inside her.27

A gasp came from Justine. Her body was starting to think something else other than fight. A whimper escaping when she felt the towering waves of pleasure. She wasn’t really getting off on this. He was just placing the pleasure in her minds. Some creatures could actually do that. It had to be that, because she would never get off on being rape. No matter how hot or sexy the man was.28

“What’s wrong?” The man whispered. “You going to scream or are you going to make me work for it.” Justine whimpered. 29

He just kept thrusting, harder and deeper, bringing her body closer to the release she didn’t want to happen. If she came it would make the man think she liked it. Damn it to hell, it was her body that wanted it, not her!30

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Vanessa, a worker also at one of the most popular bars, was looking around for her little friend Justine. She couldn’t seem to find her anywhere and the people said they hadn’t seen her. Maybe she could ask France, their boss. France. The hot piece of heaven or hell in vampire form. Damn the man was like biting into that one piece of cheesecake with whipped cream and strawberries on top. 32

“Hey V, who you looking for?” the bartender, Kevin asked. 33

“Justine. That girl just disappeared.” V replied.34

“Well, I had her bring up something to the third floor.” V’s jaw dropped. The third floor. That poor girl was probably being forced to screw a man up there. “why she never returned?” V shook her head. “Damn, I hope one of those guys didn’t just grab her like a quick fuck most the waitresses are up there.”35

V just ran up toward the stairs, running up them as quick as she could. Justine wasn’t one for sex. Hells demons, the girl only had sex once in her life when she was at prom and now six years later she wasn’t the same carefree girl. Justine was now a serious stern woman who liked her independence. She also found public sex and nudity gross.36

Up on the third floor there was a couple seeming to be on the table, screwing each other. The woman was on her hands and knees as the man behind her pounded into her furiously. Screw what the woman looked like, she just looked at the man who seemed to be all raw power. Would be lovely to have a man like that, but she didn’t keep relationships with bad boys cause they didn’t know how to tuck their ego back into their pants. V began to skim around all the couples, gay, lesbian, or straight, looking for her Justine. No sign. That meant look in the bathrooms. 37

V did check their, and just found other couples screwing each other. She had to break up one couple, because the girl was under age and the man was seriously about to rape her. Not one thing France would want in his bar. Besides that she only found drunken idiots. 38

“What the fuck?” she breathed.39

Going down to the second floor she skimmed along them. The music was more in style, rap, hip hop, things like that. But there was still public sex, and strippers, and vampires sucking on the innocent. Not her problem. V turned herself around and headed to the side where the bathrooms were. More sex, drunks, and wolf that got his ass beat seriously by a couple of guys. She helped him out, handing him over to the bouncers to bring to France’s office. 40

Great, she still couldn’t find her girl. Someone would have seen her. 41

V walked back down the stairs. Of course she just had to run into someone. When she looked up she saw it was France. “Hey V.” He said looking over her body. He was not going to start this again was he? “Can I see you in my office.” He smiled that little wicked smile of his, his hands coming around her and grabbing her ass. He was going to start this, and she was his captive with those eyes of his.42

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Blake moaned loudly when he felt the female in front of him come, her walls sucking on him. He held her to his chest as she convulsed, screaming out. That was what he wanted. Those beautiful screams. “That’s it, beautiful.” He spoke as he continued to pump into her, making her come another time, this time joining her.44

His hands locked around her, the muscles in his shoulders rippling and his seed spilling into the female. The need to bite her and turn her into a she-wolf was strong in him. He wanted to mate, but he wasn’t. Not now at least. She would be the one begging him later on. This female was his.45

His.46

When he finally stopped twitching, he was still hard. Probably from the smell of her. He buried his face at the crook of her neck, nipping small bites.47

“Please….Get out of me.” The woman spoke. Like hell he would. Wait he needed too. Sooner or later they were going to be looking about the bar for her, and they would find him with her. Of course she would tell her boss and co-workers what was really happening.48

“Just this once.” He spoke, pulling out of her, even though he wasn’t fully relieved. He jacked up his pants. Blake pulled out his keys, grabbing the thin one, and using it to unlock the cuffs around her wrists. Once she was free, she turned around and caught him clan in the face with her fist. 49

Blake grabbed her arms and forced them back behind her. He laid a kiss on her and pulled back before she screeched at him. “You needed that. Some excitement in that no sex life of yours. Now listen to me. You are going to get dressed, go to the locker room and change out of you clothing. After than you are going to check out, grab your purse, and leave. Go to your car, and wait for me.” Her blank stare told him everything. He was in control whether she liked it or not.50

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“Ah-Oh my God!” V yelled as France pounded into her. She was pressed up against the wall, her work skirt pushed up hips and to her waist and her shirt pulled up over her breasts, her bra unclipped to show her pink rosy tips. France was holding her from behind the knees as he took her, his face buried in her neck as he drank from her.52

She had been in this situation with him a lot. After all he was hard to say no too. Even when she was looking for Justine. 53

France let go of her neck to start kissing her again. His fangs grazed over her tongue, but she just ignored it and kisses back, her arms still locked around France’s neck. 54

Her body was pulled off the wall for a slight second, but then he pushed her further up his body before she fell completely, and then slammed her back against the wall to continue his thrusts. France had no bed in his office, yet, so he was stuck to screwing on the desks, walls, sinks, floors, and various other places in this bar. He had screwed every co-worker that was female here too, besides Justine. She found it repulsive to have sex at all. 55

The woman was a fucking freak. He enjoyed sex so damned much. Had it more than five times a day. 56

“Yes! Harder, France!” V screamed, wrapping her arms around his arms and almost his waist. V did have nice long legs, he liked it when they were wrapped around his neck though, not his arms. France pulled his arms out from the grip and grabbed her ass, pressing her closer to him as she came. “France!”57

He rode her through the orgasm, taking her off the wall to lay her out on the floor behind him. He grabbed her leg and set it at his chest, her lovely feet just before his face, her other leg at his side. France grabbed her side and took over again, making her come another four times, before he finally came in her himself.58

When they were finally done, he was laying at her side, V pressed against him, her legs still wrapping around his. Damn if she even thought about moving he would get another instant hard on and she would be in for another hour or so being screwed until he got some more relief.59

“France….you….are…an….asshole.” V spoke between deep breaths. 60

“What because I proved you wrong about giving you more than ten orgasms?” France asked.61

“No. I was looking for Justine. She disappeared after she went up to the third floor.” V replied.62

“Maybe she finally got laid. What was the last time five years?” He guessed.63

“Six.” V corrected.64

“What ever My point is, she is a big girl and she can handle herself. If it were one of those vampires or demons and what not than she would have just had to run to the nearest bouncer. They know not to screw around with my co-workers, unless they are willing.” France began to sit up, pulling her onto his lap. He was already getting hard again. He kissed her gently on the lips. “Do you want to get back to work and leave me to find another girl, or are you going to let me screw you over again.” 65

“fine, but if something bad happens to Justine, I’m blocking you from my body.” France’s eyes widened. She was his best source with sex. His equal. Just as rough as the man.66

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Justine whimpered when she moved her legs. She was sore and had no clue why? As she sat up she looked around the room she was in. it was nothing like her old room. It had black walls, only one large window that covered a wall, which was covered in a thick red drape that blocked out all sun. there was the large canopy bed she was on that seemed to be able to fit a cheerleading squad on it, and the drapes surrounding it were the same red as the one on the window. 68

Around the bed was a glass desk about three inches thick, with a large black duffel bag on it. She frowned. It looked like hers. 69

“It is yours.” A voice came from the side. 70

She jerked her head towards the voice and saw him. The man from the bar who raped her. “Sorry about the club, but I saw you on the third floor and damn, I just wanted you. And to answer another question, you are at my house, well mansion actually. This is my room.” He looked around once and then looked back at her. “Your stuff is in that duffel, the suitcases under the bed do not touch. They are only for when I play.71

“My name is Blake by the way. And if you leave this room at all, I will punish you.”72