I Belong To My Three Forbidden Masters

Chapter 17: Chapter 17

Lysander’s pov

When the realization hit me, fear jumped into my bloodstream.

With a cry, I struggled to get out of his hold. It was futile. His grip was like iron, I couldn’t break it no matter how much I tried.

"Stop struggling. You’re only wearing yourself out." He rolled his eyes.

He was right, again. My heart thudded in my chest with a ferocity that made it hard to breathe. I tried anyway, breathing through the terror I felt.

What kind of sick joke was this?

The man I loved, the man I adored from afar turned out to be what, a bloodthirst killing vampire? I thought shit like that only happened in books and movies! Not in real life!

"You... you said you were surprised I wasn’t in pain." I swallowed thickly. "Did you mean I should have reacted to your blood like that .. bird?" I whispered the last part out, blood draining from my face."

Oh, Lord.

"Yes." He confirmed.

"Why?" I dared to ask.

What the fuck was in his blood? Poison?

"Vampire blood is lethal to anyone, due to the venom it contains. Other creatures lack the antibodies to properly neutralize it. Most creatures die within an hour of ingesting it." He explained.

Within an hour... I would have died in that torturous, inhumane way within an hour if I had swallowed his blood.

But I had drunk his blood, yet I was still standing. Why wasn’t I dead?

"Then why..." The words lodged in my throat. "Why am I not dead?"

"That is a very," He leaned lower even as I shrank back, my spine arching awkwardly. His breath blew over my neck. "very good question. Why don’t you answer it?"

"How the fuck am I supposed to know? Let go of me!" I struggled against his hold to no avail.

I felt the graze of something wickedly sharp at my pulse point and nearly passed out.

He was deranged. I was about to be mauled to death by a deranged madman.

"Let go of me! I want to leave!"

His head rose, and he pinned me with a savage glare. "You want to leave?"

I shuddered with fright. "Yes. Let me go-"

"So you can go right back to that foolish boy and spread your legs for him again?"

I flushed. "No! I just want to go."

He laughed. It was a horrifying sound. "I’ve been far too gentle with you." He mused.

He made a careless motion with his free hand. Instantly, the door slammed shut, as did the windows.

Even the heavy blackout curtain screeched into submission, blocking out the sunlight.

The room was plunged into darkness. I could hardly make out the room anymore.

Fear ran down my spine, and every cell I possessed tensed in an instant.

I tried to speak, but my voice was shaky. "N-no, I’m not g-going back to him. I-I just need to get back. M-my parents are probably‹ worried about me."

He chortled. "You’re seriously trying to play the parent card, aren’t you?"

What other choice did I have?

Nevermind that my parents were still on vacation, and Gideon was away for his project. No one would be looking for me for a while.

"I-I’m sorry. Truthfully, I need space to think. T-this is all so sudden, and I realize that I don’t

- I don’t know you."

"Don’t be absurd." The professor said there was a smile in his voice. "We already know each other well."

I felt my skin heat up at the reminder of last night. How the fuck was I able to get aroused in a time like this?

"P-Professor -"

"If you’re so worried about not knowing who I am anymore, we both know the fastest way to remedy that." He whispered into my ear as his fingers slid over my cock and squeezed.

His firm grip on my cock was making my head spin. He had managed to tease my cock into hardness, despite the fact that I didn’t want to be hard. I wanted to be as far away from him as I possibly could.

He had effortlessly moved me to the bed. Even though I struggled, he kept me contained on the sheets. I flailed, growing tired but unwilling to succumb.

Not when I knew exactly what he was.

"Give it up, will you?" He snarled, a light smile on his face. "I intend to take my time with you, whether you tire yourself out or not. It would be best for you if you conserve your energy."

A gasp left me as he circled his thumb around the sticky head of my hole, it flowed with even more juices.

The protest I had died when I saw what he brought out of his pocket. It was another hair tie, but this time it had a different design.

"I hated seeing his hands on you." He murmured, stroking my belly before cupping my balls. "And he used my hair tie to fuck you. He wore it."

A growl left him, "You let him fuck you with my belonging on him? But fine, watching you squirm and try so hard to cum was..." He whistled. ...definitely an experience worth repeating."

I shook my head rapidly. "W-wait no. Don’t use the hair tie."

"Why not?" He sneered. "You let him tie off your little cock and balls. Why can’t I do the same?"

Because it had hurt like a motherfucker. It had just been a few days since that hideous experience. I didn’t want a repeat ever again.

Having my balls tied off while being edged repeatedly for hours had been absolute hell. My cock had hurt afterwards, not that Gideon had cared. He had squeezed hours of orgasms out of me, not caring how painfully overstimulating it had been.

"Because it fucking hurt!" I yelled, trying to push him off me to no avail. It was like trying to lift a boulder.

"So let me get this straight." The professor mumbled, pinching my stiff nipples till they stung. "You willingly let that man tie you off, but you won’t let me do it, despite the fact that you like me?

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