Bitch

Chapter 7


His bitch was sitting in the same place he’d left him in earlier. *Strange*. “Ok, Bitch. Time for your walk.” *Damn, I’m funny.* He stalked over, whistling, as he completed the ritual to open the cage. “Time to come out, Bitch.”

The bitch didn’t meet his eyes, *glad to see he’s learning that lesson*, but stiffly, as if in a trance, crawled forward. The vampire stopped, kneeling, in front him, waiting for his orders. A grin broke over his face. *Gonna have to send Mr. Rayne a fruit basket…*

Reaching down, he freed his cock, shoving it in the vampire’s face. “Lube me up, slut.” Without ado, pale lips opened and a cool, wet cavern surrounded him. When the slurping sounds began, he groaned. “That’s a good little Bitch.”

“Stop.” The suction was red wid with a pop. “Bend over your cage.” Again, the bitch obeyed without a word, presenting his ass, head pillowed on the bars. “Gonna fuck you, Bitch. Look at how much you want it…all bent over for me. Now spread those pretty cheeks for me.” Again obedience was immediate and without protest as slim hands grasped the bitch’s cheeks and pulled them apart. He began to salivate at the blatant offering.

“Yeah, you want it, Bitch. Before you know it you’ll be begging me to fuck that tight ass of yours.” He maneuvered himself into position and with one hard thrust, buried himself in the tight channel. As he pulled back he noted the blood coating his cock. He’d never seen a prettier sight. High on power, he began long, powerful thrusts into the submissive body beneath him.

“God, you’re a pretty picture – taking it up the ass like a whore. Bet I could get you off just by fucking your little pussy, huh?” The bitch didn’t answer, but he was drawing closer and closer to climax…he just needed a little… “Dammit, Bitch, use those muscles and squeeze me.” *Holy Shit!* His little bitch had a talented ass. His balls tightened and, pulling out of the grasping cavern, came over his whore’s prone back. “You know, I can only think of one thing that would make that a prettier picture.”

Keeping his eye on the vamp, he crossed the floor to the bag he’d dropped there earlier. He removed two vials – one of ink, the other a crimson viscous oil – and a pair of surgeon’s gloves. Slipping them into his pocket, he extracted a small white case. Opening it, he selected one of three scalpels and a pair of tweezers, and replaced the case in his bag. Strolling back towards the vamp, he addressed the bitch, “Gonna mark you now. You even *think* about moving an inch and you’ll lose a limb – I grabbed a bone saw when I borrowed all this stuff and I’m just *itching* to use it.” *Now…right or left??*

Removing his shirt, he wiped the come of the bitch’s right cheek. *This looks like a good .* H.* He then began to cut – carving hefty block letters into the pale flesh, occasionally removing the blood that seeped through the deep cuts. Satisfied with the lettering, he took the tweezers in hand. Grasping the left corner of the first letter, he firmly tugged, staring in morbid fascination at the bloody mess that was revealed as the pale flesh was peeled away. He was a bit disappointed that the bitch wasn’t screaming, but was too fascinated with the process to really notice.

When he finished removing the skin, he reached into his pocket and withdrew the gloves. After slipping them on, he removed the ink vial. Uncorking it, he upended it over the bloody mess and began to massage the black fluid into the wounds, kneading the flesh in the manner he felt would be most painful. *And why the hell isn’t that bitch screaming? He’d better not have passed out…* But glancing up, he noted the blue eyes boring into the wall. *Must be a vamp thing…* Stepping back, he eyed his handiwork. “Ooops! Almost forgot the most important thing.” He extracted the second vial and, muttering a simple incantation, began slathering the wound with the red fluid. He wrinkled his nose. *This stuff looks way too much like blood…then again, knowing Ethan, it most likely is…*

Satisfied with the step, he stripped off the gloves and glanced at his watch. *Shit! I’d better hurry up and finish this – Igottgotta meet Buffy in half an hour.* Replacing the items he’d removed earlier, he withdrew a bottle of water, a towel, and a clean shirt. Slipping the shirt over his head, he stalked back to his bitch. Using the water and towel, he removed the excess ink from the whore’s new tattoo. *Property of Riley Finn.* It was a bit cliché, but he had to admit, he liked the message. “All done, bitch.” He slapped the reddened cheek. “Back in your cage.” The vamp crawled back into the confinement and he locked it tightly, making sure to activate the magical ward.

He packed up his things and turned to leave. A familiar tightening in his abdomen caught his attention. *Since there’s no bathroom…* Once again, he unbuttoned his pants as he approached the figure huddled in the cage. He washed his come from the vampire’s back with urine and left in just enough time to meet his girlfriend for their dinner reservations. *I hope she likes Italian…*