by Lily Harlem
“Oh my God, is he the…?” I asked.
“Yes,” Aimery said, “That is Luca; he is a submissive vampire. Luckily, fifteen years ago he met Henrietta, a professional Dominatrix who was working the streets of Rio, and they have been happy ever since.”
“They look very happy,” I said, captivated by the intense moment the couple was sharing.
“They are,” Aimery said.
“Notice he doesn’t mark from the whip,” Ryle said. “His skin is too tough, but that is a special strand of leather weaved with silver.”
“And silver causes him pain?”
“Yes, the silver burns us the same way a slap stings your skin.”
I turned to him. “So I could do that to you? Return the favor, so to speak.”
He narrowed his eyes. “If that is what you desire.”
“Would you desire it?”
“If you wore a super-sexy outfit and let me drink from your radial artery as I came, then yes, I would be up for you exploring your Dominant side.”
He gave me such a naughty grin that I couldn’t help but give him a quick kiss on the lips. I pulled back, amazed at myself, because I would have abhorred the suggestion days ago, but now it had my pussy weeping and my nipples straining against my prim blue blouse.
“Mmm,” Ryle said. “Let’s not wait too long for that bit of fun.”
“Beatrice,” Aimery said, catching my cheek in his palm and turning me to face him. “I think Denny is in the next section. Would you rather not see him making love?”
My heart stuttered. See Denny having sex?
Oh fuck.
I remembered how turned on I’d been watching him through the window getting a blowjob from Gaspare. Before I realized that it was Denny my body had hummed, and I couldn’t tear my attention away from them.
“I don’t know,” I said truthfully.
Aimery smiled gently. “The rules of the basement are if you are in the main arena then you are happy for anyone to see your pleasure. If Denny and Gaspare are not in a private room then it means he is happy for anyone, including you, to see him.”
“Oh, well in that case.” Intense curiosity clawed at me. I’d never seen two men fucking before. “Yes, okay.”
Aimery tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “You can watch for as long or as short a time as you want, and then we will go to a private room for our own fun.” He paused. “Because I am getting near combusting with my need for you again, Beatrice. I feel like you have bewitched me.”
I pressed my hand over his and smiled. “I feel the same way.”
We walked past yet another thick stone wall, which acted like a partition from the last couple. This set of stonework also had a blazing log fire with a high mantel and a tapestry hanging over it.
Suddenly the shadows thickened—there were very few candles in this walled area, but I could make out Denny and Gaspare standing in the middle.
The first thing I noticed about Denny was he wore a blindfold. It was thick over his eyes, touched halfway down his nose and was tied in a tight knot at his crown.
A sense of relief swelled within me. Now he wouldn’t even know I was here.
Gaspare was naked and his thickset, strong body reminded me of a Roman warrior. He just needed a shield and an armored mask. His cock was long and fat and tapped his navel. Despite the dim light I could make out a shiny dewdrop of cum in his slit.
Denny wore white boxers that seemed to glow from the darkness. He was erect beneath them. I could tell by the way they strained forward. His skin shone with what looked like oil and I couldn’t help admire his new buff outline. His biceps were rounded, his shoulders taut balls of muscles and he even had a six-pack etched into his abdomen.
Life here certainly suited my friend.
Gaspare glanced at us. Smiled briefly then urged Denny to tip over a solid-looking table that had a plump cushion on the surface.
Denny doubled eagerly, resting his cheek on his folded arms and tipping his arse into the air. There was a bottle of oil in Gaspare’s hand. He tipped a glob into his palm then rubbed it over Denny’s back, worshiping him, relishing every square inch of him.
“Gaspare has been alone for many years,” Ryle said quietly. “It is wonderful to see him so happy.”
I nodded but couldn’t reply. I was mesmerized by Gaspare’s loving hands, spreading and sliding the greasy oil over Denny’s sinewy torso. He left no section unslicked, his caresses gentle but firm, sensual and adoring.
Eventually Gaspare placed the bottle on the floor, his cock bobbing as he stood, and slipped his fingertips into the waistband of Denny’s boxers.
Excitement pinged inside me as he tugged them down, exposing the tense globes of Denny’s buttocks.
“Just feel, my lover,” Gaspare said. “Let your senses drift until there is only touch left for you to enjoy. My touch.”
“Yes, yes,” Denny said. He squirmed and widened his legs, the crack between his buttocks parting.
I had a sudden pang of guilt that I was there, watching.
“It’s okay,” Ryle said. “From what I hear they’ve been down here several times. They are very proud of their newfound love and enjoy sharing their union.”
I swallowed tightly. Shifted from one foot to the other and then was grateful when Aimery slipped a hand around my waist and pulled me close.
Gaspare’s hands were still glossy with oil and as he spread the shiny liquid over Denny’s buttocks, Denny moaned, tilted his head and arched his back as though inviting Gaspare to explore more intimately.
Gaspare took the hint and trailed his fingers down Denny’s cleft. I couldn’t see clearly but I guessed when he’d touched Denny’s arsehole because Denny reached forward and grasped the edge of the table. A long, low sigh left his mouth.
“That’s it, hold on,” Gaspare said, soothingly. He was working diligently now. Sliding back and forth into Denny with two or maybe three fingers.
Denny groaned and his cock tapped the table.
Gaspare leaned forward and said something into Denny’s ear that I couldn’t catch.
“Have you ever been fucked up the arse?” Ryle asked me in a whisper.
I shook my head.
“Would you like to be?”
I didn’t answer. My anus was actually clenching as I watched Denny’s hole being finger-fucked. I had no idea what it would feel like to be touched there or how it would affect me emotionally to give that private part of myself over.
“I want to fuck you there,” Ryle said. “One day, I want to fuck your arse and feed off your blood at the same time.”
The thought of Ryle’s cock penetrating my darkest channel was suddenly wildly erotic. I trusted him to make it feel good because when he’d fed from me earlier, bloody hell, I hadn’t been sure if I was going to ever come down from that orgasm. “Yes,” I whispered. “Okay.”
“And while I fuck your arse,” Ryle said. “Aimery can fuck your pussy. We’ll both feed; we’ll both fuck.” He pressed his mouth so close to my ear I could feel his lips moving as he spoke. “And you will love every damn minute of it, Bea, you will be in your own private heaven where only ecstasy exists. We will take you there. It’s only us now.”
Aimery’s grip on me tightened and he held me up, which was just as well, because Gaspare was positioning his cock at Denny’s entrance. Seeing that, and hearing Ryle’s hot, dirty words, had tipped me into a lusty state of arousal. I was theirs and that suited me fine.
And fuck. I want to fuck too.
Gaspare suddenly forged in to full depth.
“Ah, bloody hell, yeah,” Denny cried, snapping his head up and arching his back even farther. “That’s it, Gaspare, all of you.”
“Sì, all of me, you have all of me, my lover, for all of time.” Gaspare panted as he withdrew and slammed back in, his arse cheeks clenching as his lower abdomen crashed into Denny.
Within seconds their pace was fast and furious. Gaspare throwing all of his considerable muscle and weight into fucki
ng, and Denny writhing and shunting back for more. Their groans were loud and abandoned. The sound of their bodies slapping together echoed around the basement.
Two more people came to stand with us and watch the show. The woman glanced at me then at Aimery and Ryle and raised her eyebrows as if approving. I wondered if she was a vampire or a mortal. She was beautiful with long blonde hair and pouty lips, but the man she was with was equally stunning, tall, dark and with a hawkish nose that made him appear strong and proud.
“I think we’ve seen enough,” Ryle said as he ran his finger down my neck. “It’s time for our pleasure.”
“Yes,” Aimery said, “we will use room five. I can see that it is vacant.”
Aimery urged me forward and I was happy to go; my pussy was slick with want and arousal burned hotly in my veins. Fucking was the only thing that could happen next if I wanted to keep my sanity.
I glanced over my shoulder for one last look at Denny and Gaspare.
Gaspare was sinking his teeth into the base of Denny’s neck. From the bliss-soaked cry that hollered from Denny, I gathered it felt divine.
Chapter Thirteen
Room five was a small den, lit only by clumps of chunky cream candles set on wooden pedestals. But it was warm and cozy despite the gray stone walls, the stone-paved floor and the lack of textiles.
Ryle shut the door and I heard a lock slip into place.
“Come here, Beatrice,” Aimery said with a decidedly carnal smile.
He stood next to a black leather bench. The surface was padded and at one end it had stirrups, like ones found in a hospital, to hold a person’s legs high and wide.
A tremor ran through me. It was going to be me lying on the bench. That much I knew for sure, and the thought of my legs held up and parted, my pussy exposed, was as exciting as it was nerve-wracking.
“Do not look so worried,” Aimery said, slipping off his suit jacket and hanging it on a coat hook along with his cane. “We will only make you feel good.”
“I know,” I said, my voice slightly shaky.
Ryle slipped up close behind me, twined his arms around my waist and pressed a kiss to the curve of my neck. “Good is an understatement, we’re going to take you to the extremes of pleasure.”
I tried and failed to suppress a shiver of desire. “Well, when you put it like that,” I said breathlessly.
“But first, drink this.” Aimery passed me a mug of steaming liquid.
“Tea?”
“Yes, it will sustain you.”
“What do you put in this exactly?” I asked, staring at its shimmering surface.
“An ancient herbal remedy to keep you strong,” Ryle murmured, undoing the buttons on my blouse. “So drink up, you’ll need your stamina.”
I took a sip, enjoying the sweetness and the way it did make me feel alive and well.
“Good girl,” Aimery said. He slid off his cravat and peeled his shirt over his head, hanging both on the coat hook behind him.
He released his belt buckle and stepped out of his pants, slipping his shoes and socks off too.
As he stooped and bent I watched the way his muscles moved beneath his flesh, all taut and thick, like they were full of power just lurking around for when it was needed.
“You’re beautiful,” I said, after he’d set my half-empty mug aside.
“So are you.” He lowered his head and kissed me deeply and thoroughly. He joined in with Ryle in the removing of my outfit.
I shifted my arms as prompted and wriggled my hips, shed my clothes without once breaking our kiss.
They were both busy touching me. I wasn’t sure whose hands were whose. My breasts were squeezed, my buttocks massaged. One of them slipped a finger between my legs and rotated my clit.
I groaned and felt my body slacken. I wanted the pleasure they’d promised, now.
“On the bench,” Ryle said, his voice a little firmer than normal. “We need you lying down for this.”
Aimery tore his mouth from mine, his eyes were glinting in the candlelight. “Let me help you.”
I clutched his steely biceps as I maneuvered onto the makeshift bed. The leather was chilly but soft on my naked back and bum cheeks. Lying completely flat, I looked up at the dark ceiling.
“You are so giving,” Aimery said, scooping my breast into his palm. “We are so lucky to have found you.”
“And I you,” I said, looking up at him.
Suddenly my legs were raised simultaneously. I glanced downward.
Ryle was standing at the end of the bench, lifting my calves into the long metal supports. As the folds of my labia parted, the air was cool on my pussy and a trickle of moisture traveled between my entrance and my anus.
“So pretty,” Ryle said, touching me gently on my perineum. “And so wet for me too,” he said and stepped away, licking his finger. “Mmm, let me choose the perfect toy.”
“Toy?” I asked.
Aimery was sucking my left nipple. The sensation of his tongue tugging and pulling was affecting my ability to think straight.
“Yes, toys,” Ryle said. “Ah, here we go.”
There was a rattle and out of the corner of my eye I saw him dragging a stool and a small trolley to the end of the bench.
“Just relax and enjoy,” he said, scooting my arse to the very edge of the cushioned leather. He then sat so his face was level with my wide-open pussy. “I’m going to prepare you, Bea, for all the pleasure we have in the future.”
I dropped my head back, my heart was thumping, my breaths hard to catch. And they’d hardly touched me yet. Would I make it through extreme fucking with two men? No, not men, vampires.
I could only hope that I would. For there was no turning back now. Hell, I didn’t want to turn back.
Aimery stopped kissing my breast and raised his head. He cupped my cheeks and stared down at me, unblinking.
I opened my mouth to speak, but all that came out was a strangled gasp.
Ryle was licking my pussy, his flat, cool tongue spreading my juice and darting into every crevice and fold. His mouth on me felt heavenly, firm but soft, teasing yet enough to give me the stimulation I craved.
I gripped the sides of the bench, digging my fingertips into the leather.
Aimery moved to the top end of the table, scooped his hand under the nape of my neck and supported my head.
There was pressure in my pussy. Ryle was penetrating me, his long, hard fingers flexing at the perfect angle to rub my G-spot. Oh God, it was so damn good.
I bucked my hips for more.
He gave it and repeated his hungry laps on my clit. As a gurgle of approval lodged in my chest, Aimery rested my head back. Down and down it went, well past where I thought the head of the bench was.
Through my lust-fogged mind I realized he’d removed a section. My neck was hanging low, my head tipped.
Directly in front of me his cock bobbed. I inhaled deeply, caught his rich scent and the tang of arousal, his and mine. Fuck, this was intense. I was raised high at one end and dipped low at the other.
“I want you to take me down your throat,” Aimery said in a tight but calm voice. “As deep as you can. Until you can take no more.”
“Yes,” I said, licking my lips, desperate to taste him. Take him deep, yes, I could do that.
Ryle strummed my clit harder with his tongue. I squirmed and raked myself against the dance of his mouth. He was building me up so fast.
“Open up now.” Aimery cupped my cheek and held my jaw as I parted my lips.
His cock was there for the taking and I gobbled him in greedily. Like the rest of him, his shaft was cool and the skin as hard and smooth as a sheet of metal. As he sank in, salty pre-cum landed on my tongue and I relished my first taste of him.
I forced myself to focus, he was traveling in so deep. The way he’d extended my neck meant I was a clear channel for him—my mouth, throat and gullet set in long alignment.
“Breathe steady,” he said, tightening his grip on my
face and in my hair.
I tried my best as he slid in deeper and lodged so completely his soft balls nudged my nose.
Instinct was to pant and gag. What with Ryle’s ministrations on my clit, I was reaching a feverish state. But I forced myself to concentrate and not panic around the bulky invasion and I breathed slow and steady through my nose.
“That is it, perfect.” Aimery’s voice was still tense but gentle too, as though he didn’t want to frighten or overwhelm me.
I wasn’t frightened but I was certainly overwhelmed. Blood had rushed to my downward-hanging head, tingling my scalp and creating a pressure in my forehead. My pulse crashed in my ears and I was a little dizzy.
“You’re taking Aimery’s dick beautifully,” Ryle said. “Damn, it’s making me so hot watching you two. I can see the outline of his dick pressing through your throat.”
I was sure he could, I could damn well feel it, but I couldn’t say as much. Aimery slid out so just the ridge of his glans sat on my lips. I quickly pulled in a deep lungful of air.
“Are you hot for us?” Ryle asked.
Hot, I was ready to combust. I managed one tiny nod.
“Good,” Ryle said. “Now it’s time for this.”
Aimery sank deep again. I felt his long, low hiss of pleasure breeze over the exposed skin on the upthrust column of my neck. When he hit maximum penetration, his shaft filling my mouth and sitting thickly on the very back of my tongue, Ryle slid a finger into my anus.
My legs jerked in their confines and my tight ring of anal muscle clamped around his finger with a noose-like grip.
But through the new, shocking sensation, gratification burst within me. I shut my eyes tight and let the bright flashes of color—reds, purples and vivid orange—draw me into a spiral.
“Ah, yes, that’s it,” Aimery said, releasing one hand from my head to scrape and pinch my nipples. “Let Ryle show you the way it’s going to be for us.”
The surprise of being penetrated there was soon drowned by the exquisiteness of having Ryle ease a little higher, then he added another lubed finger, carefully, gently.
I moaned deep in my chest and let the tension ease.
But not for long.