All Souls’ Night: A Midnight Doms Boxset

by Renee Rose

  “Good.” She stiffens, then relaxes. “And Eddie?”

  “We told him to leave town and get cleaned up. Sent him away to Alaska. He’s into some pretty bad shit here in town with a bad crowd. This might be his only chance for a new life too.”

  “Okay.” She nods, processing this. “Okay.”

  I personally wanted to kill the fucker with my bare hands, but I spared him because he’s Temi’s brother. It should be her choice what happens to him, if she cares to decide.

  I don’t know how she feels about him. Maybe she doesn’t even know. Time will only tell. And now she has a lot of it.

  Clearly, she doesn’t want to think about him right now. “I want these clothes off. But I’ll save the brooch.” She gestures at her garments, stiff with dried blood and dirt. “I never want to see these again.”

  “I understand. We’ll get new things.” I take her into my arms again. “Temi, life is going to be very different for you now. I’m here to help.”

  “There was a moment.” She hesitates. “I was walking on this gorgeous curving path, and it was misty. I heard your voice. And I knew that I had the choice to go back to you, or to keep going on the path. And it was a nice path, Locke.” Her voice gets dreamy. “I couldn’t see where it led, but it gave me a good warm feeling.”

  I’m quiet, listening.

  She continues. “And my whole body wanted to go see what was around that corner. It was going to be amazing. But your voice came again. And I could see that life with you was going to be very strange and different. Like Abuela said. But then I decided—I was going to turn around. I wanted to see your eyes again.” She reaches up and touches my face. “Your face. And so I turned around, and then everything went insane. I was mad, Locke. I was an animal. And now I’m me again. I guess.” She purses her lips.

  “The parts of you that matter are the same.” I grab her hand. “Your essence is still you.” My voice is fierce, as if I want to convince us both.

  “I have another chance on this world.” She sounds surprised and pleased. “I came back. We can be together now.”

  “For as long as we want.” I pull her close. “Forever.”

  This is my dream come true. I wanted her with a fierce drive I couldn’t even admit to myself. I was afraid to commit to my feelings because she was human. Now that she’s a vampire, I can have her. We can be together, honestly and fully.

  The future just became something I look forward to, not something to dread. With Temi, everything will be good.

  “Forever sounds like a good start.” She leans into my body. And for a few more minutes, we sit there, just existing together.

  Chapter 16

  “Abuela? We’re here!”

  I hover at the doorway, holding a bottle of her favorite hot sauce and some home-made macaroni salad, the kind she loves, with Best Food mayo, chunks of olive and cucumber, and the little curly noodles.

  Beside me, Locke is watchful, alert, his eyes on me and the surroundings at all times.

  “You don’t need to worry,” I whisper. “I’m not going to do anything crazy.”

  He gives me a look. “Let’s hope so.”

  Even with Theo’s blood to help me through the transition, I had a few iffy moments early on. There was the time I didn’t have blood soon enough to satisfy me, and I tore a hole in Locke’s house. Oh, and there was that other episode where I crushed his Porsche with my bare hands, at least the front end, because I was hangry.

  But with his help, and the extra blood, I’ve been able to quiet those impulses when they come. And with Locke’s guidance, I’ve been able to embrace my inner vampire and enjoy being a creature of the night.

  Abuela comes bustling over, her face beaming. “Come in, Temi. Antonio.” She throws open the door and I inhale the aroma of home—her cooking, her perfume, the scents of the house itself.

  I throw my arms around her. “I missed you.”

  “Sweet girl, mija, I missed you too. But you’re here now.”

  We hug for a long time.

  Locke took me to see her at the ER that first night, but only for a few minutes—I was still in the process of turning, and I was unstable. But at that time, Abuela whispered to me in Spanish that it was okay, to take my time, she’d be here. And I could see in her eyes that she understood.

  And now I’m ready. I waited extra long, even as I did other things, to be sure that I was really Temi when I saw her again. I didn’t want to cause her pain by acting in ways that were strange or terrifying, even for a split second.

  Seeing her and holding her is like a dream. And thankfully I’m in full control of myself and my urges. No sudden flashbacks or desires to rampage.

  I don’t have to eat, but I want to. I’ve yearned for her food. “This is so good.” I eat like I’m starving. The meal does nothing for my body, but it’s my taste buds and my soul that are eased.

  Locke seems to enjoy it too. One thing I learned while I was adjusting: Locke spent time with Abuela, talking to her, mostly about me, while I was in recovery. There were times I slept for hours, days, as if drugged. He’d have his friends watch me while he went over briefly and told her how I was doing.

  She dotes on him like he’s her own son. I suppose he’s sort of a son-in-law, of sorts, because Locke and I are together.

  “You’re doing well? You’re healthy?” I keep touching her hands, hugging her, getting up from my seat to grab her. I know she is because we’ve talked on the phone, but I need to hear it again..

  “Yes, mija, I’m fine.” She pats my arm each time. “I’ve been spending time with Gabi and Alma, and I joined a gardening club. The doctor says my blood sugar is much better now that I stopped eating desserts. I take my medication every day, and I’m doing fine.”

  “Good.”

  “People ask where you are.” She sighs. “I just tell them you work a lot and take classes.”

  “I can see people again now. Just, only in the evenings.” I look to Locke.

  “It’s a complication,” he says. “But one we can figure out.”

  “I don’t think it will be a problem.” Abuela nods.

  “Is that one of your feelings?” I raise an eyebrow.

  “Yes.” She smiles, a little sadly. “Temi, I did the best I could.”

  “Abuela, you saved my life.” I touch my chest where I wore the brooch. Locke told me that the bullet was deflected by the brooch and diverted away from my heart. “If I hadn’t been wearing this, I would have died instantly before Locke even arrived.”

  “I couldn’t change it.” Her eyes are distant. “I tried, but the thing was still coming. I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was that if I told you to wear the brooch, it wouldn’t be so bad. That you might have the choice to keep going.” When she looks at me again, she’s crying. “Temi, I should have done better.”

  “No, how could you?” I’m crying, too. “And it’s okay. I’m happy. This is perfect.” I don’t want to say I’m happy I got shot, because I’m not. That night was a horrible event that will make me shudder forever. But what happened afterwards—having the choice to spend an eternity with Locke? It’s a gift, one for which I will always be grateful.

  We hold each other for a long time. Then she sighs. “I’m glad you’re still here, because the world is a better place with you in it. And I can see it now. You’re happy. This life isn’t what you expected, but it’s going to be a good one.”

  I look at Locke, and then take his hand, too, so I have both of them at once. “It is, Abuela. It is.”

  We’re back at Locke’s house—now my house, too. There’s a delivery from Amazon waiting at the front door. “My new paints!” I grab the cardboard box and take it into the living room. “Awesome. I’ll arrange them later in my studio.”

  “You want to decorate the lair some more?” Locke smiles. We share the lair, now, and I’ve enhanced it by putting up my art on the walls, and painting a mural.

  “You’d better not be complaining.” I poke
his arm. “You know it brightens your mood instantly when you wake up in the evening.”

  “I love having your art there.” He kisses my neck. “But what makes me happy every evening is you.” He bites where he kissed.

  “Sweet talker.”

  “Indeed.” He bites a little harder. “Tasty little morsel.”

  I laugh. “Arrogant, much? You probably like me so much because I taste like you now.”

  I reach down to slap his perfect ass.

  He ducks away before I connect. He’s still faster than I am—damn. I’m going to have to work on my blurring so I can get him one of these days.

  “Nice try.” He taunts me from across the room. “But I’m always going to be stronger than you, sweet girl.”

  I roll my eyes. “In your dreams.”

  “It’s reality.” He shrugs and gives me a dangerous grin. “Since I’m your creator and master.”

  My body turns to liquid desire.

  The thing is: he’s right. He is my creator and, as such, my master. Until I gain full control over my new vampire powers, he’s my de facto mentor and guide. Of course, he intends it to be this way forever. And, truth be told, I don’t mind so much.

  “What are you supposed to call me?” His eyes glitter.

  “I forget.” I give him an innocent smile. “Teach? Prof? Hey, dude?”

  He’s at my side in an instant. “I’ll put you over my lap and spank you pink, Temi.”

  “Master!” I screech out with a giggle. “Master. I’m sorry.”

  “Mmm, too late. You’re definitely getting the spanking.”

  Good, because that’s exactly what I wanted.

  Even though I love his sexy punishments, I fight to get away because it makes the game more exciting. Despite my new strength, he’s too powerful; his arms encircle me like bands of steel. I had some crazy changing-over strength the night of my transition, but since then, I’ve mellowed into my typical vampire powers.

  “Let’s take this to the bedroom,” he murmurs, swooping down the hall.

  We sleep in the lair, so the bedroom has become our playroom—the bed is decked out with restraints, he’s got a hand-made cross and spanking bench set up, and there’s a dresser full of toys.

  “You have five minutes to get ready, Temi.” He eyes me with a dominant gaze. “Understand?”

  I snap into submission mode. “Yes, Master.” I drop my eyes to the floor. Try not to smile too hard.

  “Start.”

  He settles himself into the chair and crosses one leg over the other. He’ll watch.

  I stand in front of him and strip slowly. He’s taught me what he wants to see this week; I have to remove my bra and squeeze my nipples a few times, nice and hard, and roll them in my fingers until they pebble up. Pull them out and slap them a few times. It gets us both incredibly aroused.

  When I take off my panties, I have to turn around and bend over at the waist, legs straight and spread, so he can see my ass and pussy. I stay in that position and wait for him to snap his fingers, and then I can move again.

  Then I have to climb up onto the bed and get on all fours, my ass facing him, and wait.

  Sometimes he makes me wait for a minute, other times for half an hour.

  Today, he’s making me wait. Even with my vampire skills, my excitement and anticipation are so high that it’s difficult to stay still. After about fifteen minutes, I shift my thighs and adjust my hands on the bedspread.

  “Oh, Temi.” He clicks his tongue. “Too bad for you.”

  My stomach lurches.

  “What happens when you move?”

  My voice quivers. “I get the cane on my ass and thighs.”

  “You certainly do. Go fetch it.”

  I slide off the bed and face him, my face full of hopeful supplication. “Can we skip the cane today? I promise I won’t move next time.”

  The cane hurts like a bitch. And he makes me wait to soothe the marks until after we’ve fucked, so I can learn my submission lessons faster.

  “No. Ask again, and I’ll double the strokes.” He crosses his arms and pierces me with his stare.

  “I’m sorry, Master.” I hurry across the room to where the cane hangs on the wall next to a few floggers, straps, and lashes.

  “You know, the cane makes you so much more compliant,” he murmurs. “Why would I skip it when it’s so good for you?”

  I shudder in anticipation. The eventual orgasm will be even better when he’s worked me over hard.

  “I should probably be using it on you daily,” he adds. “Consider yourself lucky that you only get it when you misbehave.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I stand in front of him and hold the cane out in both palms. “Please punish me.”

  “Good girl. Bend over the chair, legs wide, please.”

  He stands up and gestures.

  I take a deep breath and bend over, placing my hands on the sides of the chair where he was sitting. I spread my legs to a wider stance, and adjust my position.

  He taps my ass with the cane a few times, and runs it over my body, teasing me. Making me wonder when it’s going to hit.

  I’ve learned to keep still during this part, even though it’s nearly impossible. I can scent his arousal and mine building in the air. He loves to make me wait, to test me. And apparently, I like it too.

  He moves to my side and grabs my long curls up into a ponytail in his fist. “Don’t move that ass, Temi.”

  He gives me a good, hard whip with the cane.

  I cry out and squeeze the chair hard. “Fuck, Locke.”

  “Hurts, yes?” He swishes the cane through the air. “Think about how much better you’ll be next time I ask you to wait for me on the bed. You’ll really focus on your position.”

  The cane comes down again across my thighs.

  I whimper and whine.

  “Won’t you?”

  “Yes, Master,” I gasp.

  The pain is white hot across both buttocks. Being a vampire has increased all the sensations I feel during our scenes, pain and pleasure both. Of course, my new body has a much higher threshold for each, something Locke pushes continually.

  Swish. The cane comes down again. “Ow!” I close my eyes and see fireworks.

  “Who’s your master?” Swish.

  “You are. Locke, you’re my master.”

  “That’s right.” He runs his hand over my ass, squeezing the marks. I quiver, and clench my thigh muscles. “You belong to me, sweet girl. That’s why I can do… this.”

  He steps back and brings the cane back down.

  I suck in air. “I’m sorry. I’ll do better.”

  “I know you will.” He rubs my ass with his hand. “Little by little, with the help of my discipline, you’re going to be such an obedient little fucktoy, Temi. Such a perfect submissive.”

  “Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”

  “Five more,” he decides. “Then we’ll see what you need next.”

  The next minute is a crazy mix of pleasure and pain, and when he finally drops the cane, I’m so relieved I can barely stand it. My pussy is so wet, I’m practically dripping down my thighs, and I need his cock.

  “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m going to die,” I wail.

  He laughs. “Nice try.”

  “It feels like I will,” I insist. “You’re being so mean to me.”

  “Patience. Try your position again while I get ready.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  I know better than to rub my aching ass or touch my pussy, or he’ll cane me again. I get back onto the bed on all fours and determine I’m not going to move a centimeter, even though it’s even harder to stay still this time. He loves to make me hold positions, knowing it’s a struggle for me.

  I can hear everything he’s doing with my extra-sensitive hearing, and I know when he’s naked. He’s silent, but I scent his aroma as he approaches, and know the instant he’s going to get onto the bed.

  He settles down, his hea
d on the pillows. “You may move.”

  I sneak in a little ass rub. I know he knows, but I’m pretty sure that his anticipation over the impending blow job will make him less likely to be strict.

  I’m correct.

  “I’ll let you get away with that because I’m ready for that pretty mouth,” he growls. His eyes twinkle at me when we make eye contact. He loves this game as much as I do, and I’m eager to please him.

  I push my hair over my shoulders and adjust my body so I can bend over and take his cock deep into my mouth. I’ve learned the way to position myself, how to lean down so I can glide myself up and down on his thick length all the way into the back of my throat.

  Sometimes he has me straddle him backwards so he can lick and play with my pussy as I suck him, but today isn’t one of those days. He wants me to keep my legs open a little so I can’t rub my thighs together and pleasure myself while I’m sucking him.

  It doesn’t take long before his body tenses and he groans in pleasure. “Fuck, Temi.” His eyes are shut, an expression of bliss on his face. This is pure trust—for a vampire to shut his eyes in front of another—and it warms my heart.

  “Should I come in your mouth?” he asks, as I continue to suck and lick him. “Maybe I’ll fuck your mouth for a while until you’re exhausted, and come. I’ll make you wait for your own orgasm until I’m hard again.”

  “Yes, Master,” I murmur in between sucks. He knows that teasing me makes my orgasms even more amazing.

  “Maybe I’ll have you wait for me to come three times before you get to come once,” he threatens. “Right now, I’ll fuck your mouth. Later tonight, I’ll fuck your ass once, and then again before you get to come.”

  “Please,” I beg. “Don’t make me wait.”

  If he tells me to wait, I will—I have to, as his submissive. And sometimes, he does this kind of extended orgasm delay. It’s not common with us, but it can happen, so I’m never one hundred percent sure whether he’s going to let me come at any given time. It makes me even more hungry to please him, and for my own pleasure. In fact, it makes me frantic for his body.

  “But you’ve been such a good girl. Tonight, I’ll let you come when I do.”