6: Vixen's first kiss

**Warning! Slight sexual content**
**Jasmine**

As soon as I opened the door and entered with the hot coffee in my hands, I was met with a familiar set of hazel eyes which stared at me. At first, they showed no emotion, as though he were expecting any other ordinary worker, however when he realised that it was me in his office, they turned very confused.
"You're here at work... *conscious*?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. I continued to walk up to him and placed the coffee on his desk. His eyes never left mine though, even when he grabbed the coffee and rubbed his hands against the warm container. Guess he also felt normal human sensations like "coldness". Go figure.
"Y-yes..." I stuttered. Was he expecting me not to be here though? *Was I actually supposed to be dead?*
He stayed silent, just gazing at me and taking in my appearance for a moment. His eyes then zeroed in on the scarf I was wearing, and it was then that he finally spoke.
"That scarf," he pointed at the red scarf, "take it off."
I looked up at him in confusion and stayed like that for a few moments before asking him to repeat what he had just said. And so, he asked me again, to take my scarf off as it was, and I quote "not uniform policy".
*My ass.*
"I'm sorry sir, I have a bad rash underneath this scarf. I will have to decline your request." Formal and polite, just like I taught myself. Mr Michaels, however, did not seem to be impressed with me, in fact, he seemed utterly enraged that I was not being obedient at all. "I am going to ask you one more time. Take the *fucking* scarf off, before I do something you will regret." He seethed this out and growled. Admittedly, I was really terrified of the man before me, but could not stop the next few words from coming out of my mouth no matter how hard I tried.
"Make me." There was no use trying to hide it, he now knew Jasmine 'floormat' Spectra was just a facade.
It was then that his eyes turned from hazel to bright red, and he began to seethe with anger and rage as he took threatening steps toward me. By now, terrified was an understatement for what I felt as I gazed up at this beastly man. I was not imagining it last night; he really was not... normal.

Immediately I grabbed the first thing I could see, a black pen, and held it in my hand, pointing it toward him. "S-s-stay b-back!" I yelled. I was about to reach for the door and escape through it when he literally pounced on me, knocking me to the ground and sending the pen flying across the room. He was now on top of me, but something felt different. His body felt... electrical against mine, sending electric pulses from my skin, through the fabric of my clothes which then bounced off of his own body. Not only that, but he smelled different too. Last night, Mr Michaels smelled as he always did, of extremely expensive, decadent cologne. However today, he smelled of something intoxicating. I couldn't place my finger on it, but every time I breathed in his scent, I found my mouth watering at its decadence.
"I warned you, Jasmine." He whispered as he leaned down to my ear. There was that voice again, sending shivers up and down my spine and causing heat between my thighs. Was he really turning me on right now... after he tried to kill me? Damn, I *seriously* had issues.
“I-I told you to stay back." I wasn't sure why I was letting myself be the 'floormat' right now when I really needed to be the 'Vixen'. "You b-bit me last night. You tried to kill me, didn't you?" I was almost at the point of crying, and I had not the foggiest idea why. He hadn't been the first person to hurt or try to kill me, so why was I acting this way now?
Mr Michaels, however, did not reply to my accusations. Instead, he ripped off my scarf leaving my neck exposed and sore in the cold outside air. As his eyes glanced over the bite mark, a growl ripped from his chest. "If I wanted to kill you." He then moved down closer to my neck where he placed a soft kiss on the skin. "I would have already done it."
I was shocked, to say the least. My shock only became more prominent as he gently licked the mark causing a low, involuntary moan from me. This was not okay. As a vixen, I used cuffs and ropes to keep my clients from touching me. Our services were one way, and only about making the client feel good. But now, I was the one in the clutches of someone else, exposed, vulnerable and being touched. I had to stop this unnatural occurrence. It was so wrong. *We* were so wrong.
My thoughts were however interrupted as his mouth moved from my neck and to my lips, claiming them with his own in a quick, hungry motion. At first, I did not move at all. I couldn't move as I tried to process what was happening. My boss, Mr Michaels, who not only happened to be a former client of mine, but was some sort of inhuman beast as well, was stealing my first kiss. It was then that I tried to move away from him and tried pushing, but he was too strong. After a few more seconds of struggling, he finally realised what I was doing, stopped moving his lips and instead stared down at me, curiously.
"What's wrong?" He asked in a disappointed growl, as though he was expecting me to be complacent with his unwanted attention.
"What's wrong? You just stole my first kiss, that's what's wrong!" I was about to yell at him some more, when I thought of how pointless it would be. "You know what, just get the hell off of me."
To my surprise, he actually listened and removed himself from my body. I then got myself off of the floor and stared back at him, totally outraged. He, however just kept on looking at me confused, then shook his head, which returned his eyes to its normal hazel colour. That was the first time I had seen him look an ounce regretful. It was unnerving to say the least.
"How could that be your first kiss. You're a Vixen, aren't you?"
But I could not concentrate on his question, because the more I stared at his face, the more I grew uneasy, and the more I closed my legs together. I started to slowly notice that the mark on my neck was on fire and that this fire was coursing through my veins, lighting my entire body up with desire. I could not get my thoughts off of his touch and his lips. Whatever he did to the bite was not at all helping me to stay sane and logical during this encounter.
"...Are you even listening to-"
But I cut him off with my lips as a wave of potent want surged through me, causing my behaviour to shift from logical, to majorly impulsive. At first, he broke away from me, with an intense look of conflict on his face. It took a moment, but soon his eyes turned back into their red colour and his lips made their way onto mine, pressing passionately against my own. All I knew was that the people in this room, passionately kissing each other like wild animals were not Mr Michaels and Jasmine Spectra. I did not know this woman whose body I was in, nor did I know this strange, beastly, red-eyed man kissing me. All I knew was that I needed to somehow stop this little game before it turned into something more.
All hopes of that, were however thrown out the window when he gripped my thighs and moved us towards the desk. Before setting me down, he used one of his hands to swiftly swipe away everything on it, causing a stack of files, papers and pens to clatter and crash onto the ground along with his coffee which spilled across his carpeted floors. He then set me down carefully, never once removing his lips from mine, and started running his fingers along my body. After a few more moments of intense lip-locking, he started placing wet kisses along my neck leaving a trail of saliva across the surface of the tender skin. I arched my back and accidentally moaned out, all breathy and desperate, "Damon."
As soon as his name left my lips, he growled lowly and said in a deep, beastly voice which did not belong to him, "Say my name again."
And so, as he unbuttoned my shirt, I said it again for him.
"D-Damon..."
I felt his lips pull into a smirk against the skin of my neck, and then he once again placed his soft, delicious lips against mine. This time, however, he managed to slip his tongue into my mouth, allowing me to taste him. He surprisingly tasted sweet, like pancakes and maple syrup and I found myself savouring it. Everything from the way his tongue invaded my mouth to the way his hands hungrily claimed my body had me absolutely intoxicated with him. My skin was heated, stomach in tight knots and I was practically throbbing between my thighs. Yes, this woman was definitely not me.
Damon's hands then moved to my bra where they slid under the fabric and cupped my breasts gently. It was my first time being touched like this, but it was nothing short of electrifying and even though my mind was telling me no, my body and something else in me was screaming yes. His hands were large and the skin slightly rough; nonetheless, they felt heavenly against my skin. Soon, he gently started running his index fingers slowly along my nipples, causing my back to arch again and my breaths to come out in short pants as I moaned and leaned my head back. My moans grew louder and more desperate as he gently squeezed at them, taking my flesh between his fingers in a slow, intense fashion, allowing the same tingly feeling against my skin again. I looked up through heavily lidded eyes and saw him hungrily taking in the sight of me being a mess all for him. It was as though just this image was enough for him, enough to make him feel satisfied. After a few more of my very loud and embarrassing moans, he spoke.
"Last night you were trying to make me beg for you, but today, I want you to beg for me. I want you to beg me to take you right here, right now in this office. I want you to tell me how much you want to scream my name out in pleasure as I go deeper, driving you to the edge, but slowly so as to not let you fall into the clutches of orgasmic pleasure. I want your body to be mine, to have me and the thought of only me engraved, etched, sculpted into it." Again, the beast-like voice spoke, sending shivers down my spine. Although I was not used to being dominated or claimed, his words did make me feel even hungrier for him, despite knowing how absurdly wrong all of this was.
Soon, however I discovered a new problem. As he kept touching me, teasing me and telling me all the things he wanted to do to me- very graphically, I might add, I felt myself losing control completely. It was not the newfound animalistic part of me that posed an issue, but the little Vixen I had in me, just itching to be released, to be in charge. If we carried on like this, I would not be able to stop her.
"Damon, we need to stop..." It was my turn to warn him as another wave of pleasure rushed through my body.
But he didn't listen. Instead, he now moved his hands from under my bra, down my body and slipped under my skirt and along my thighs where he started rubbing circles against the flesh of my inner thighs. And that was all it took for the Vixen to be unleashed. I grabbed the material of his blazer and shoved him off of me onto the desk, next to me. He wheezed slightly, unprepared for what was currently going on. I then climbed up on him and let out a devilish smile- not mine, hers. It was too late; I had accidentally set her free.
I removed the unbuttoned shirt from my body, and he watched me in awe, with red eyes growing even darker. I then hungrily placed my lips on his and claimed his mouth passionately with mine. It became apparent, however, that neither of us would win this battle. Where I was forceful and passionate, he had me equally matched, and I found myself melting against him and he melted against me. Slowly I ran my hands against his body, forcing a few low, feral growls from him. Frustrated, he quickly removed his blazer and shirt, exposing his perfectly sculpted body. I smirked down and licked his hot skin, beginning at his lower abdomen and ending at his neck where I placed hot, wet kisses against his flesh.
"Ah, f-fuck Jasmine!" He moaned as I nibbled and sucked against his skin while slowly grinding against him. I was just about to unbuckle his belt after making my way down to his hips again, when a strange noise I had never before made, emitted from my chest. It was a low, rough, feral growl. As soon as he heard it, Damon froze, and I did too. It was as though that sound had broken the strange trance we were in. Damon gently pushed me away from him and lifted himself off of the desk.
He cussed under his breath, grabbed his clothes and got dressed. After a few seconds, he finally looked at me, staring through those emotionless hazel eyes, "I hoped that was not the case."
By now I was back to my normal self and was left utterly confused by his words. I questioned them immediately as I too grabbed my shirt. The situation between us regarding our previous escapades was far from awkward, in fact, we blatantly chose to ignore the fact that we were ever intimate with each other in the first place, despite the electricity and sexual tension which was prominent in the air between us.
"Listen I don't have time to explain now. I'm going to need you to come with me right now."
Dumb, I was not, and so I refused. This of course angered him and he tugged at his hair in frustration.
"It was not a request; it was a command. When I command, you obey. Have you always been this bitchy?"
"Yes sir! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go to the doctor to get this thing looked at-"
"Do you really still think that it's just a little bite?" He asked rubbing his temples with his fingers, as if talking to me was an exhausting little mind game.
I grabbed my scarf from the ground and began wrapping it around my neck, as I said, "No, I do not think that it is just a little bite. I know that it is a large bite from my egotistical, pain in the ass boss. However, I am sure it's infected with rabies or something, thanks to you."
He then looked up at me and started laughing. Creepy was an understatement, considering he never laughed... ever. But what was even more creepy was the maniacal undertone his laugh had to it.
"Wow. So, you're not at all worried about why my teeth are so sharp, why my eyes glow red or why I even bit you in the first place?"
Yes, admittedly I was, but he just told me a few moments ago he had no time to explain. When I told him this, he facepalmed and then uttered furiously, "You are really wasting my time!"
With that he grabbed my arm and began tugging me out of his office door. I struggled against him and tried freeing my wrists. But, because of his deadly grip all of my struggling was rendered futile. After a few more tugs, he realised that there was no way I was going to follow him blindly and peacefully, and so he called out a name I never expected.
"London!"
Within seconds London was in front of us. It was strange, considering she had been on an entirely different floor than this one.
She looked at Damon in a strange, bored manner and then she turned to me and began shaking her head. "You sure are trouble, isn't she, brother."
*Wait, did she just say-*
Suddenly, she grabbed my neck and stuck something sharp in it, and within seconds, I passed out.
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The readings on this novel are amazing, especially after only putting it up at the beginning of the week, so I thought I could celebrate with a chapter. Hope you all liked it!