Monster Pucked (Pucking Monsters #2)

4. Ehrokk

CHAPTER 4

EHROKK

P eople packed the downtown sidewalks, and as it edged closer to midnight, it only got worse.

“Well, that’s not a good sign,” I said, watching the crowd of bar patrons flow out into the street. Heads turned, eyes darting to me. After being approached in the restaurant, I worried about it happening again. All I wanted was a normal date with Marco.

Marco tsked. “No, it is not.”

“We can always find somewhere else—” I started, already sorting through a list of bars in my head.

“Ehrokk.” Marco reached out and grabbed my hand, my giant palm engulfing his. Even though his skin was cool, heat rolled through me from his touch.

“Without sounding too forward, how would you feel about grabbing a pizza and heading back to my place?” he asked, staring up at me with a lustful look in his eyes.

This was going to be more than pizza and beer. A pang of anxiety raced through me at the thought of doing more with Marco. Not because I didn’t want to, but because I wasn’t very experienced. Thankfully, I’d decided to buy some new underwear, and was wearing a sexy thong. Which had made the ride over here all the more uncomfortable.

“It’s alright if it’s too soon,” he said, gently stroking the back of my hand.

“No,” I blurted. “I’d like that.” I lowered my voice and added, “I want to go home with you.”

A satisfied growl left him. “Good. Now you wait here while I grab us a pizza.”

He was telling me what to do again, and gods, I loved it.

“Are you sure?” I asked weakly.

“Yes, darling. We’ll draw less attention that way. I don’t think I can handle anyone else fawning over you tonight. Anyone other than me, that is.”

I swallowed hard and looked away, suddenly feeling shy.

Marco chuckled, bringing my hand up to his lips and placing a delicate kiss on my knuckles. “I’ll be right back.”

Before I could say anything, he started down the street with his spine straight and head held high. He had this commanding presence to him, one that made me want to please him.

One that made me want to call him Daddy.

My cock strained against my zipper at the thought.

I’d always liked the idea of calling someone Daddy. Being dominated in the bedroom, being cared for. Was I finally going to get to explore that part of me?

Marco returned a few minutes later, carrying a monster-sized pizza box.

“Here, let me take that from you,” I said, reaching for the pizza box. “It smells amazing.”

“Luckily for us my favorite pizza place was only a block over. I got half pepperoni and half cheese because I wasn’t sure what you liked.”

“Look at me,” I said, shifting the pizza box to one hand and giving my belly a little shake with the other. “There isn’t much I don’t like.”

“I love your physique,” Marco said as we started the walk back to his car. “I think you’re one of the sexiest men I’ve ever met.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Really. I haven’t been able to get you off my mind since we met. Plus, there’s something very appealing about the idea of dominating a larger man.”

My heart leapt. “Would—would you like to dominate me?” I asked quietly.

“Oh, I’d very much like to dominate you Ehrokk. Would you like me to?”

“Yes, I would,” I said. Was this really happening? Was I finally going to be with someone who would dominate me?

Those thoughts swirled through my mind on the ride back to Marco’s. My knees were practically scrunched against my chest with the pizza box precariously balanced between me and the dashboard. The next time we went out, we would definitely be taking my truck.

The next time we went out.

I was getting ahead of myself, but I couldn’t help but feel optimistic.

Marco pulled into the garage and quickly rushed around to my side of the car, opening the door for me like a total gentleman.

“Allow me,” he said, grabbing the pizza box in one hand and extending the other out to me.

“Thank you,” I groaned, extracting myself from the tiny sports car.

I stretched, reaching my hands over my head. My shirt hiked up with the movement, and Marco’s heated stare raked over my body.

“Like what you see?” I asked playfully, cupping the back of my head and puffing out my chest.

Normally, I wouldn’t have felt so forward—so comfortable—but the way Marco was staring at me made me feel courageous.

He stepped closer, until his chest brushed against my belly. “Darling, you have no idea.”

I lowered my arms and felt a twinge in my shoulder that made me wince. I must have tweaked something at practice.

“Everything alright?” Marco asked.

“Yeah. Everything’s fine,” I lied.

He nodded, obviously unconvinced, but didn’t push it further.

Using my good shoulder, I grabbed the beer out of the car, and followed Marco inside.

His townhouse had the typical brick exterior of a historic home, but the interior was modern with sleek furniture and a muted color palette. It looked great, but something about it felt—sterile. I preferred a cozy, lived-in type of environment.

There was one thing I loved about Marco’s house though— the artwork .

I couldn’t help but stare, slowly shuffling behind him down a corridor lined with more erotic paintings of orgies and BDSM scenes, including bodies restrained in ways I didn’t even know were possible.

Marco was an old vampire.

Had he tried all of these things?

Would he try them with me?

“Ehrokk?” Marco called from the other room. He poked his head around the corner, smirking when he saw me standing next to the paintings. “I’m heating up the pizza. Come eat before it gets cold again.”

Obediently, I joined Marco in the kitchen.

It was exactly what you’d expect from an accomplished chef. Two large stoves with pot fillers lined one wall, with a double oven and what looked to be a commercial refrigerator lining the other. A giant island sat smack dab in the middle of the room.The top was some sort of black stone—quartz, maybe—and the empty pizza box was thrown on top of it.

“Have a seat,” Marco said.

I made myself comfortable in one of the monster sized barstools across from him. “Your kitchen is gorgeous.”

“Thank you. It doesn’t get much use these days.”

“You don’t do any entertaining?”

“I like my solitude. It’s rare I invite someone into my home,” he said with a coy smile.

It was rare he invited someone into his home, yet there I was, sitting in his kitchen, waiting for pizza. On New Year's Eve, on our first date , no less.

I had to be reading too far into it.

Marco grabbed a set of pot holders and pulled the pizza out of the oven. The scent of oregano and garlic filled the kitchen, making my mouth water.

The peach pork bites were all I’d had this evening, and I was fucking starving.

“It smells delicious,” Marco said, pulling two plates from one of the cabinets.

“How does that work?” I asked, watching as he placed two slices of pizza on a plate and slid it toward me.

I waited for him to answer before digging in,

“Eat,” he said firmly, “and I’ll explain.”

Eager to please him, I picked up a slice and took a big bite, making him grin.

“That’s a good boy. To answer your question, I can obviously eat human food, but it doesn’t sustain me like blood does.”

“Human blood?”

He shook his head. “I prefer animal blood. Less GMOs.”

I stared at him blankly.

Was he being serious?

He snickered. “I’m kidding! I do prefer animal blood, though.”

When we were finished eating, Marco put our plates in the dishwasher and casually leaned against the counter.

I couldn’t help but admire the way his dress shirt strained against his lean physique. The size difference between the two of us was staggering, but if?—

“Ehrokk?” he asked.

“I’m sorry. What were you saying?”

“I know you’re more of a beer drinker, but could I interest you in some mulled wine?”

“Mulled wine?” I asked, having never heard of it.

“Mhm. It’s red wine mixed with fruit and spices, simmered at a low heat to infuse the flavors. Many believe the warming sensation it creates serves as an aphrodisiac.” I swallowed hard. “Would you like to try it?”

I wasn’t a big wine drinker, but it sounded delicious, and the prospect of it being an aphrodisiac was enticing.

“I’d love some.”

Marco pulled two mugs from the cabinet, filling them both from a slow cooker sitting on the counter.

“Careful, darling,” he said, holding a mug out to me. “It’s hot.”

I reached for the mug and pain zipped through my shoulder, making me wince.

“Are you alright?” Marco asked.

“I must have tweaked my shoulder at practice. It’s a little sore.”

Marco sipped his mulled wine and nodded. “Let me massage it for you.”

“Marco, you don’t have to?—”

“I want to. Please.”

“Okay.”

He stepped behind me, running his hands along my shoulders. “This one?” he asked, rubbing my right shoulder.

“Yeah. Right there,” I groaned as his thumb landed on the perfect spot. “Fuck, that feels good.”

“Good.”

Using my left hand, I reached for my mug and took a deep drink of mulled wine. It was fruity and flavorful, warming my throat as I swallowed. “This is really good.”

“It’s my favorite drink during the holidays.”

Marco pressed harder, easing the tension in my muscles. I couldn’t tell if it was the mulled wine or his touch, but an overwhelming desire for him swept over me.

“Marco,” I groaned, grabbing his hand.

“What do you want, darling?”

“You. I want you.”

He let out a dark chuckle. “I want you too. We should discuss a couple of things before we do anything else though.”

“Like what?”

“Well, have you ever been with a Dom before?”

“I haven’t. I’ve always wanted to be with someone who would dominate me,” I said. “But no one has ever wanted to.”

“I certainly want to. But we need to establish a safeword and discuss your likes and limits. Have you tried anything kinky before? BDSM?”

He continued to massage my shoulders as we talked, drawing a soft moan from me. “I’m not very experienced,” I admitted. “I haven’t dated too much, and the couple people I have, it didn’t last too long. I’ve been focused on my career.”

“Mm. I do like the idea of showing you new things. Is there anything in particular you want to try? I can tell you what I enjoy.”

“Tell me,” I rasped. “Please.”

My heart thundered in my chest as his voice softened further. “I like being called Daddy. I like having a submissive that is good and obedient. I like breeding them, spanking them, using them, caring for them.”

“Yes,” I moaned. What had gotten into me? His touch was magic. “I want that. I want to submit to you.” I wanted to explore these things with him, to finally feed the kinky part of myself. “I trust you. I’ve wanted to try these things for a long time, but because I’m a hockey player and strong, it’s always been assumed I’ll be the one in control.”

“But my sweet boy wants to obey, don’t you?”

“I do,” I whimpered.

“I need you to make me a promise then.”

“Anything.”

He tsked, swatting me playfully. “Don’t offer me anything . I want to explore all of these things with you, but I want to do so safely. If anything we do is too much, you must use our safeword. Red. Red means stop, yellow means slow down, and green means go. Understood?”

“Yes,” I said, making a mental note so I wouldn’t forget them. “Red, yellow, green.”

“Good boy.”

His praise washed over me. My breath hitched and I leaned back, his chest pressing against my back.

“I want you so bad,” I whispered.

“I know. Your scent is torturing me.”

“Daddy,” I said. “Will you fuck me? Please?”

“Yes, darling. Yes, I will.”