by Joey W. Hill
"You're a vampire. Your life has been about what you can fight to achieve, how not to let another force you to their bidding. Dominant and submissive interactions aren't about choice and free will, are they?"
She shook her head. "It always depends on the motive of the vampire, what they want from you, what you'll let them believe they can have. It never ends."
"So your time with your human servant is your only real down time. Except you haven't even had that, because you've had to be something else. Until now." He coiled his arms tighter around her, withdrew and thrust back in, closing his eyes at how good she felt, clutching him with those slick inner muscles. "Kaela, would you say the time you spent with Jared was the best time of your life?"
Yes. It was there before she could stop the thought, and he made a quiet, admonishing noise.
"There's no need to censor yourself. You loved him, he loved you, and you were able to be honest and open with one another about your needs, your desires. You're in a position to know just what a fucking gift that was. He was your Master, and you would have served him however he demanded. Yet because there was love, he would never have demanded more than you were able to give. Than you were willing to give. It was a choice. Yes, you allow me to be your Master. I accept you as my submissive. There's nothing more powerful and frightening than choice. It's the field on which courage and love are tested."
"You do know I'm almost two hundred years old. Far wiser than you."
"Supposedly." He chuckled as she kicked at him with her free leg, and dropped his hand to grip her thigh, stilling her with the firm pressure there. "You are stronger than I am, Kaela. Wiser in many ways. I'm honored to have such a talented, beautiful, strong woman at my command. Begging for my cock, squirming beneath my hand when I punish her. Making her cunt slippery, feeling how she needs everything I'm doing to her, so she can let go of all of it, just to be a creature of pure feeling and energy."
He moved his fingers up to her mouth, teasing her lips, stroking the tips of her fangs, scraping the pad of one finger beneath one to test its sharpness. "I'm not going to ask how you learned to go down on a man without driving these into his tender parts."
"You didn't seem afraid of that."
"I don't fear you in any way, my lady. You're mine. Your heart is inside me."
He started to move again, slow strokes that built her up to a shimmering peak. Reaching in front of her, he found her clit, kneading it until she came once more, bringing him over that same pinnacle. They shared a quiet, intense climax, one that left them both resting on the same hazy cloud of awareness.
He stroked her hair, kissed her shoulder, her temple, her throat, adjusting his head on the pillow so his breath bathed her pulse there. He stayed inside her, his arms around her. When he could tell she'd closed her eyes, those lovely long lashes likely fanning her cheeks, he spoke again.
"Sleep. Dream good dreams of all the things your Master will demand when you wake."
It was like a vacation, the kind humans took. For a week they could be playful, whatever they wanted to be, in a new and exotic location. That was what she was telling herself as she drifted off. As well as reminding herself to live only in the moment, not think about what would come after, when she had to walk away from all of it. Yet no matter how far she went, she wanted to always feel that tether, Garron's collar on her throat. It might even make life after Eden bearable.
Garron grimaced. Or far worse. If she didn't agree that this could go beyond the island, he might have stripped her coping mechanisms, opened her up to self-destruction. That would be unbearable to them both.
Chapter Nine
The 24/7 play area of the island was truly an adult playground. It had several pools, gardens, a five-star restaurant, movie theater, and endless indoor/outdoor stations like playgrounds, equipped to allow public scenes. There was even a paint ball arena. It was a resort within the Eden resort.
Garron had been with her when she woke at dusk and given her that fantasy she'd imagined for so long--what would happen if she woke in her Master's arms. He'd stretched her out, cuffed her to the bed, and taken her thoroughly, bringing her to climax. Straddling her head after, he'd put his turgid cock in her mouth, compelling her to suck him. But he wasn't done.
She was deeply thrilled and slightly terrified that the temporary third mark seemed to have an important trait that the "real" one did--endless sexual stamina for the marked servant, a necessity to keep up with the libido of a vampire Master or Mistress.
He'd unclipped the chains holding her cuffed ankles and fixed them to the headboard, her knees pushed up to her shoulders. He'd fucked her ass that way, kneeling on the bed, her hips cradled in his big hands. This time he reversed what he'd done the previous day. He gave himself no less than three orgasms before he was done, and only allowed her one at the beginning, leaving her aching, throbbing and crazy with lust. When she hissed at him in frustration, he'd flipped her on the bed and used a switch on her until pain balanced the pleasure and she'd minded her manners again.
God, the more he did to her, the more she wanted. Needless to say, he'd made sure he and his demands were her only focus. The only thing he'd allowed her to wear to the outdoor area was a thin short robe and his choker. At least until they reached the gate, where an attractive male sub with dark skin, pale blue eyes and rippling dark hair gave them admittance. He was wearing skin tight pants that left no doubt he was circumcised--and erect. Garron gave her a tap when she realized she was staring and she lowered her eyes, suppressing a smile at his grumble in her mind.
Don't make me blindfold you, woman.
The sub asked in a voice like honey if Garron wanted to check anything at the door. In answer, Garron removed her robe and handed it over, leaving her naked except for his choker and the leash he attached to it. As they stepped past the gate, there were enough people within range that she felt their eyes upon her. Being naked like this in front of them was more unsettling than she'd expected.
Garron put his hand on her, fingers caressing her upper buttock. "I'm the only one here that matters, my lady. Keep your focus on me."
He'd worn slacks, polished shoes and a gray silk shirt open at the throat. It made him look insanely attractive, which she hadn't expected, probably because his scarring and shaved head suggested he'd always look best in jeans, bad boy biker wear, or something in between. Yet the shirt and slacks were tailored to his powerful body, and his grace, the mantle of authority he carried, made him mesmerizing. Breathtaking, if she had breath to take.
She realized the reason for his outfit when she looked around. While all forms of fetish wear were permitted, including full nudity like hers, if a guest was dressed, it seemed they were expected to be dressed up. No jeans and T-shirts, no swimsuits outside the pool area unless it was necessary to display the submissive according to the Master or Mistress's desires. Male waiters moved around with trays of hors d'oeuvres, champagne and wine. Waitresses dressed like sexy cigarette girls carried containers of high quality sex toys, wipes and small samples of lubricants. A Dom could have everything he or she desired with a snap of the fingers. It explained why Garron wasn't carrying any supplies with him. Nothing to distract from the pleasure and fantasy of being here.
That was what she told herself, even as she found herself inexplicably moving closer to him as they passed by people who called out his name, gave him a nod and her penetrating, appraising looks. Her Master touched her often, but she let out a sigh of relief as he found a spot by the pool and sat down in a chair, putting a folded towel on the ground next to it and directing her to a kneeling position.
"Hands laced behind your head, knees apart. Eyes down."
While it sent a shot of heated arousal through her to have him order her into the posture, her lower belly was quaking about doing it in public. She complied, the air touching her bare pussy, the tips of her breasts.
"Nipple chains, Master Garron?" She saw the very shapely legs of one of those girls stop before him. "
Perhaps a bullet vibrator or Ben-Wa balls?"
Garron made an approving noise. In her peripheral vision she saw him handle the balls, testing the weight and vibration. "Two sets of these. Put it on my staff account."
"Yes sir."
The woman moved on, her stilettos and seamed stockings a tempting view. Garron bent, sliding his hand between Kaela's open legs. "You hold these in, my lady. I want you to squeeze down on them like you do my cock. Every ten seconds."
He inserted them into her pussy, which of course was already wet. He pushed them up until she could hold them with her vaginal walls. Putting his hand on the back of her neck, he pushed her forward off her heels, bid her stay that way. Ripping open the lubricant the woman had given him, he worked it over the extra set of balls while she squeezed down on those other balls. She didn't have to worry about counting off ten seconds. She was aroused enough to be milking them involuntarily.
"Every ten seconds, Kaela. No cheating."
She had to really focus to do that, but that was the point. He pushed the other two balls into her rectum. This set had come with an attached string. Keeping it looped around his middle finger, he spread out the others over her buttocks, making slight movements so she felt the balls move inside her, the tug of the string, the press of his fingers on her ass. Then he took the loop end of the tether, threaded it through the string loop to the balls, secured the two together and sat her back on her heels. It made her keep her head up so the tether was a straight line down her spine, no excessive tension on the string that might pull the balls out.
A feeling of fullness, of...tingling. She knew some Ben-Wa balls were designed for more internal movement, causing vibration when the muscles contracted, and these were obviously them. She struggled not to squirm or wiggle, but she couldn't help the tiny flexes of her hips as the desire to move up and down, like she was riding her Master's cock, grew too strong to ignore. She bit back another gasp as each clench of her pussy did the same to her anal muscles, making her more aroused. Her response slid over her calf, dripping off her ankle.
"That's my lady." He stroked her spine, played with the tether, as her arms quivered in their bent position, fingers laced behind her head. "God, you make me want to fuck you all the time. You're so beautiful when you're like this. No coming until I say. You're getting close, aren't you?"
"Yes. Yes, Master."
"One of these days, I'm going to come just from you saying that one word."
She could do the same. She didn't even have to stroke herself. She simply thought "Master" and her whole body tightened with desire.
"Any Master?" He demanded
No...I had a fantasy one for a long time. He had no face...he was a shadow.
How about now?
She couldn't say it out loud, because it would shoot that not-so-delightful shard of poignant impending loss through her heart, but he wasn't in the mood to be kind. He caught the back of her neck again, squeezed. "Answer me, my lady."
"You. It's you."
"Good. Because if you know that, you know I want you to fail and come without my permission. Those switch marks healed way too quickly. I want to spank you here in front of everyone and make them wish they were me."
Or me, she thought, thinking of the submissives who might be watching.
He chuckled at that.
He could play her body so well, so quickly, and her desire for his domination, her eagerness to respond to it, only fueled it. But there were more people filtering into the pool area. More voices, more comments directed toward them. Garron was answering, casual conversation, and she tried not to flinch as chairs scraped, were brought closer. One of the people sitting close was a Mistress whose submissive was in the pool. At length he came to the edge, his wet arms propped on the concrete lip, only a few feet from Kaela. Even with her eyes lowered she could see he was watching Kaela, watching his Mistress, eyes flickering back and forth. He was a young Italian male, with expressive eyes and wet black hair sleek on his skull. She'd seen him get into the pool in an extremely brief white suit that would be transparent when he got out, all those olive-skinned ropy muscles a tempting contrast.
She didn't care about the beauty of the Italian male. She'd seen and known beauty plenty of times. She was more concerned about the people. When another chair scraped and she flinched again, she realized she was nervous and getting more so by the moment.
"May I touch her hair, Master Garron?" The Mistress was speaking. "It's so lovely."
She didn't know what he replied, if he said yes or no. All she knew was she'd turned her head and bared her fangs before she even thought about the wisdom of doing so. Despite the fact she was sure they'd think her red eyes were contacts, and the glimpse of fangs a surgical alteration for role playing, a sub acting as a vampire for Garron, the human woman's reaction was pure survival instinct. The hand was withdrawn quickly and the chair skipped back two paces with her still in it.
Garron, I can't do this. I need out of here. Now.
Easy. He touched the choker, slid his finger beneath it before gently removing the balls from both orifices and detaching the string from the tether. Despite her mental distress, his probing to extract the toys from her wet pussy and stimulated rim gave her an erotic shudder. Wrapping the items in a cocktail napkin, he gave them to a staff member to put in a used toy bin for cleaning and brought her to her feet with a firm hand under her elbow. "Excuse me," he said to the Mistress politely. "This is the first time my sub has been in a public environment, and we've reached our limit for today."
There were polite responses, things she didn't catch, but he was moving her away from the crowded area, onto one of those secluded paths Eden had in abundance even in the 24/7 area. Thanks to Garron's height, he was able to beckon over the foliage at one of the roving staff members. He had the man retrieve her robe. Keeping her head down as Garron put it on her, she tried not to be horrified by how she'd lost control. It had been nothing. Nothing but a woman reaching out to touch her.
Sssh, my lady. Stop thinking so much.
Garron tied the robe loosely at her waist, making her feel less exposed. He removed the tether as well. While a part of her protested, another part, the one that was scrambling to feel more in control, didn't stop him. He put his fingers under her chin.
"Look at me, Kaela."
His tone was neutral, and when she delved into his mind, seeking disappointment, shame, she found none. There was plenty enough of that in her own head.
He jerked her face up without warning, startling her into another hiss, a showing of teeth. She was never this out of control of her aggression. But before she could pull back, he'd slid a fingertip down her face, stilling her with the gentle gesture.
"It wasn't a request," he said mildly.
"I failed here. I can't do this part."
"You failed nothing." His eyes flashed. "Do you want to go back in there? Go back to what we were doing? You won't lie to me."
No, she wouldn't. She'd lied to everyone in the whole world for too long. If she lied to him, she'd be lost. She shook her head. "No. I don't want to go back to the pool with them."
"Why? Stop worrying about my reaction, and your unrealistic expectations, and think."
She narrowed her gaze at the reproof, but she considered the question, trying to get her feet back beneath her. Though there were still people passing, it was at a reasonable distance, leaving them in a quiet bubble. But when she looked back toward the pool area, where all those Doms and subs were grouped, the Doms socializing, the subs on display in a variety of ways, she recoiled.
Her uncomfortable vulnerability made her feel like she was at a vampire social gathering without any of her normal emotional shields in place.
Was it that simple? When she was with him, she could get lost in her head. For a while, when he'd first inserted the balls, she'd been able to hold onto that. But around others... It was too much like the public persona she'd had to put on for so long. She couldn't relax, as if the prese
nce of others was a trigger to don her armor.
Plus she was a vampire. She didn't want to be vulnerable that way in front of...humans.
The shock of that stilled her. Garron was human, but he was different. He'd elicited a unique reaction from her from the beginning. Other humans she still saw as much weaker and even somewhat inferior, if she was being brutally honest. Her submission was a type of solitude, a gift to herself she hadn't had since she'd been a vampire, always on display or on her guard. When she was with just him, she could relax. Or rather, a vital part of her could, enough to surrender to him and be taken to sexual peaks she'd never experienced before him.
Whether it was Eden or Garron himself, it seemed the key that had unlocked this side of her was a key only he could hold. As if he was the only human she thought she could trust. She'd consider the idea absurd, except she'd reacted to him in a way she hadn't reacted to anyone in over a hundred seventy-five years.
An even less comfortable revelation was realizing that, sometime during those many years, she'd differentiated herself from humans, though she'd been one of them.
She lifted her gaze to him, found him waiting for her to get a handle on it. "Kaela, on one level, it's no different from any other submissive," he said. "You all have hard limits, even though it's difficult to accept that at first, because it's all about wanting to lose yourself in the Dom's desires. But you're different as well. You've had to keep your game face on, 24/7, for so long. Hell, even when you were a spy, you had to pretend to be something else."
She lifted a shoulder in uncertain agreement.