by Opal Carew
“Nothing to process tonight. Just feel, Debra.” He met her lips in another wine-saturated kiss. This one had an even sweeter wine with it, such that she curled her fingers in his biceps, held on, delighted as he made the kiss so long, the world just swirled away.
When he finally lifted his head, let her feet touch, she was breathless, but his eyes gleamed in that way she’d learned to anticipate with delicious anxiety. “I think I do want to enjoy the water with my servant.” His gaze slid down to the panties. “But she’s overdressed.”
He still wore the belted slacks, his shoes. “Same goes, Master.”
He gave her a mock stern look, but hooked his thumbs in the thong himself, had her step out of it as he went to his heels and let her hold onto his shoulder to steady herself. The contrast between that and Graham kicking Jia-Li for being unable to stand on contorted feet underscored the difference between the two vampires, and demonstrated in one act all the promises Brian had just made to her. Her eyes stung with tears, but she battled them back. She wanted this to be all about pleasure.
She drew in a breath as he bent and lifted her in his arms, carrying her through the patio door and toward the pool. He didn’t carry her often. She liked it.
I’ll do it so often you’ll tire of it.
She doubted that could ever happen.
When he used the zero entry slope to walk them into a curve of the lotus-shaped pool, she found the water a pleasant temperature, neither too cold nor too hot. Her Master let her down, but he backed her toward one of the rafts that had been tossed into this end of the pool, tangling his hands with hers as he maneuvered her toward it. Then he scooped her against him with one arm, the two of them drifting in circles as he kissed her, let her twine her legs around him. She let all the fears go, let herself be swamped by love for him.
As she’d told him, her pain and regret came not from the choice itself, but in longing for the choice to live up to her expectations. This moment exceeded them. Then he took it even further.
He opened his mind to her.
Not just the surface level where they solved research problems. His heart and soul, where she could sense the collection of feelings gathered there. This was new for him, too, allowing himself to express his feelings for her, rather than being focused on suppressing them. And he wondered why he’d ever done anything different.
This feeling is worth dying for, Debra. That’s what Lyssa and Jacob knew, and why they chose not to hide it.
She couldn’t agree more. The water should have concealed her tears, but he kissed every one of them amid the water droplets. The raft was against her back, a cushion between her and the pool wall, not that she would have even noticed the scrape of the concrete with his mouth on her. But then Brian lifted her onto the raft and tender emotion became something else.
It was one of the inflatable rafts outfitted with four Velcro cuffs. Her Master’s order came through her mind, along with a surge of erotic intent. Lay your arms out to your sides and spread your legs.
It was like being on a waterbed, the gentle roll and bob. He held it steady as she complied, his heated attention sliding over her naked form. It made her body dampen and tighten for him in ways he could see, scent. Those hazel eyes reflecting the pool lights became even more silver-green, and she trembled under his touch when he wrapped the cuffs around her wrists and ankles. If the raft turned over, she would be face down, trapped, unable to breathe. While technically that couldn’t kill a fully marked servant, she could lose consciousness, experience the same panic that any mortal could. But she wasn’t worried. Her Master was with her, caring for her.
Brian caressed her calf. He drew the raft over to the steps so he could take a seat on one, a position that let him lean over her and touch her how he desired. She bit her lip as he traced her breast, flicking a nipple taut from the cool touch of the water. Then he slid down and cupped her between her legs, slipping his fingers into her. She lifted her hips to him, responding to the penetration, the stroking touch. When he withdrew, he slicked the fluid gathered on his fingers over her outer labia. She trembled, eager to serve him. Eager to please.
He’d been the first to understand that she wasn’t two separate entities. There was the driven, detail-oriented scientist who spent whatever time or energy was necessary to solve a puzzle, the one who would fight for the theories she knew were right and worth pursuing, whether she was at the bottom of the totem pole in the first lab she’d worked, or arguing a point last week with the vampire who’d made her his servant. But that woman was the same as this one. The all-the-way-to-her-soul submissive who hungered to tear herself open and give herself completely to one Master. The Master touching her now.
He pressed his fingers back inside her, deeper this time. Finding the right places to stroke, make her come apart. “Completely, hmm? Tell me. Out loud.”
“Yes, Master. Everything. I’m…yours.” She panted over the words as his clever fingers worked her, had her shuddering and twitching on the raft. Brian rose then, keeping his hand in her as he used the other to move them out of the lotus pool into the flow of the lazy river. He kept pace with her in the current, holding onto the raft with one hand, still playing with her pussy with the other. She moistened her lips, heard the rush of water and realized they were headed for the mushroom waterfall.
“Butch says its temperature is far colder. But there are some advantages to it that the warm water can’t provide.”
The noise of the falling water became loud enough she anticipated its touch, but the cold and pummeling impact still made her gasp as he eased her feet beneath the flow. She writhed, her nipples becoming even tighter points as gooseflesh swept her upper torso. Brian kept moving her forward, so water pattered up her shins, her knees, her thighs. The beating rhythm was strong, inexorable. Then he adjusted her so that pounding cold water was on her exposed cunt, her swollen clit.
“Oh…oh.” She bucked and shuddered while her Master’s avid eyes watched her body strain against the Velcro straps. The raft’s water bed movement gave her an erratic rhythm that made the impact of the water against her genitals torment and pleasure both, a climax building and yet held out of reach.
“Lord Brian, you look as if you require assistance.”
Butch had appeared above her head, and those gray eyes were covering every inch of her exposed skin, the responses of her body, feeding on them in that way that vampires did, with total absorption. With the right set of vampires, and her Master firmly in control, being viewed this way brought her a surge of additional pleasure.
At Brian’s gracious nod, the Texas overlord steadied the raft, freeing both of Brian’s hands. Her Master cupped her breasts, his body pushing down on the inflatable enough to tilt her in his direction. His heated mouth closed on her cold nipple, worrying it with heated tongue and lips.
She cried out at the sensation, convulsing under the water’s flow. More hands closed around her calves and ankles, and she felt other mouths on her there. The tender crease between her toes and the ball of her foot, her ankles…the insides of her spread knees.
She was too disoriented with lust to lift her head, look through the waterfall and see who was responsible, but there were at least two men down there touching her, caressing her. Possibly Dix, Butch’s servant, and maybe one of the other vampires, since she sensed the restrained strength vampires usually exercised to avoid crushing bone.
Brian dipped under the raft, came up on the other side. Slicking back his hair, streams of water etching his shoulders and chest, he bent to attend to her other breast.
“Oh God…” It was impossible to come, the raft having too much random movement, but the water beating on her clit and labia kept pushing her toward that pinnacle. She saw Tucker and Aila sitting on the concrete lip of the lazy river, eyes intent on her helpless thrashings.
Brian took his time with her breast, indulging his own pleasure until she was mindless, almost savage. When he gripped the side of her face, thumb passing ove
r her lips, she bit. He pushed further into her mouth so she was sucking it frantically as his lips and tongue kept lashing at her nipples, the heat at odds with the cold of the falling water.
When she was practically screaming with the constant barrage of sensation, she was moved further forward, so the curtain of water was falling on her abdomen. Another heated mouth closed over her cunt. She shrieked. Her Master straightened then, his hand sliding down over her neck, fingers tangling with the only thing she was wearing. His necklace, the signet ring catching on his thumb as his other fingers closed on her throat, reminding her she had to have his permission.
“Master, please…”
“Do you wish to come for me?”
“Yes.” She wailed it.
“Then please me. Wait until I say you can.”
Oh God. Whoever was working behind that curtain knew what they were doing. With her legs bound she couldn’t stop the sensations from overtaking her. She held his gaze though, put everything she needed and wanted to give to him in it. The fire and hunger in his gaze almost consumed her.
“Now,” he said.
The climax hit her like a wall of water ten times as forceful as this one, especially when he bent and sank his fangs into her breast. She bowed up, seeing Butch’s lust-fired gaze, feeling his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head still as Brian took blood from her breast, as her cunt pulsed and gushed with her climax, as she screamed with the force of all of it, sending echoes throughout the pool area.
The waves kept coming and coming, a mix of their sexual talents and the stamina she had as a third mark. All proof of just how truly helpless she was in her binding to him. A binding she never wanted removed.
Brian lifted his head, sealed blood-tinged lips over hers, letting her taste the blood with which she nourished him. Which strengthened the bond all the more. She whimpered into his mouth, pleaded for God knew what, as aftershocks as violent as climaxes shook her.
He lifted his head, traced her face, watched every reaction, drinking it all in as his due. “You want more, need more. Insatiable sweet girl. My servant.”
She nodded, panting, wide-eyed, pleading. Brian straightened, looking toward Butch. “I think she has far more to give us. Wouldn’t you agree, my lord?”
She had few brain cells left, but enough to know the formality had been intentional. Brian hadn’t rejected the tradition of what might be due to their host. He’d only retained the right to make the decision, limiting her access to those who would care for her, ensure her pleasure was part of the equation.
Butch inclined his head. “I think she might at that. Dix?”
Dix came through the curtain of water. His spiky hair was so short that even wet it stood up, but she liked the way the water made the color gleam, and how drops rolled down the angular planes of his sun-browned face. She wanted to touch, to lick. Brian was right. She was all mindless sensuality now, his creature to offer and serve pleasure. Her gaze sought Brian, that connection to her Master. Though he didn’t look at her, he felt her regard, answered it.
Watching you serve at my command is something I plan never to deprive myself of again.
God, a threat had never sounded so wonderful.
Butch directed Dix to change places with him, hold the raft while he shifted out of the way. “I think Lord Brian wants you to suckle his servant’s breasts and get her ready for his cock again.”
“With pleasure.”
That was only part of the equation, though. When Dix bent over her face to put his mouth between her breasts, nuzzling his way up the rise toward a nipple, it brought him close to her as well. She could reach his elbow and part of his forearm where her wrist was bound, so she curled her fingers over him, lifted her head to lick his sternum, reach his nipple with her mouth. The nub was beaded with water. As she sucked and licked at it, he nipped hers in response, but she also felt his breath catch. She was giving him pleasure.
Watching them was inspiring the vampires to take a more active role themselves. When Dix clutched the raft by her shoulders, the jolt of his body, the resulting rock of it against the inflatable, told her he was being fucked as he did his Master’s bidding. From the mingling of scents, she could tell it was Butch. A flick of her gaze showed Butch’s fingers curved tight over Dix’s shoulders, holding him steady as he worked his cock into his servant.
Most servants lubricated themselves well for such gatherings, both males and females. Dix’s grunt against her flesh said that his Master was a challenging size, even with the right preparation. But all servants knew some types of discomfort only fueled pleasure. When his nipping and licking became less focused, more frantic and sharp, desire unfolded in her once more, stoked by the sexual energy swirling around them.
Another pair of hands had locked onto her ankles, a mouth teasing and sucking on the network of fragile bones. However, the rhythm and vibration of movement from behind that curtain of water told her whatever servant had been ordered to put his mouth on her there was being fucked as well. It had to be the sous chef, which meant the big Viking, Balen, was taking his pleasure. Tucker was still watching poolside, his blue eyes sharp and measuring. He seemed to be the dominant vampire of the pairing, Balen and Reed performing for him.
Her Master’s hands slid down her waist, her thighs. Through glazed eyes, she saw him cut through the waterfall, and then he bent to put his mouth where Dix’s had been. Any hope at deductive reasoning flew away, her arousal spiking high once more as he lapped between her legs, making her shudder and moan again.
She’d been placed in the center of a clock she suspected was going to see a lot of rotations before dawn called the vampires to bed. And while she trembled at the idea of all those demands, the memory of her Master’s beautiful hazel eyes and the solid touch of his hands, the caress of his mouth, said it would all be at his behest, his direction. He’d watch over her every step of the way, even while using her pleasure for his own, pushing her past exhaustion. And then he’d carry her to bed and start all over again.
She was moving again, through the waterfall. She closed her eyes, prepared for the waterfall to pass over her face, but Dix leaned over her, the width of his chest providing that shelter until they were through and he could straighten again. His Master had obviously pulled out to allow for the transport, and Balen and Reed had withdrawn as well.
When they floated into the main pool, her Master was once again directing the raft, though Butch and Dix were still with them. She couldn’t see the others, but all she wanted to look at was Brian. Her restraints gave her enough of a reach she could stroke his knuckles where his hand was placed on the raft. His fingers curled over hers, stroking her back.
As they reached the wall, Butch heaved himself out with an impressive ripple of muscle from shoulders to thighs. Dripping wet and magnificent, thick cock erect, he reached down to clasp Dix’s hand and pulled him out one-armed, pushing him immediately toward a solid-looking wooden chair.
“Grab the arms. You’re going to need the brace.”
Dix had barely a second to bend over the chair and comply before Butch shoved his cock into his narrow ass again. Watching two men fuck had an undeniably erotic savagery to it that claimed her attention, kept her libido simmering.
Keep watching them. I’m going to watch you, while Tia and Aila enjoy your taste.
Her thigh muscles tightened as a female mouth closed over her cunt, tasting and suckling. Aila, because Tia stood at her hip, looking at Debra like a rare treat. Brian hiked himself up onto the wall, sitting where she could see him. He was no less magnificent than Butch. She wanted to suckle every bead of water off him, put her mouth over his cock, standing proud and thick between his thighs. She wanted to watch him watching her.
I gave you an order. You watch Butch and Dix. You don’t have permission to look at me.
She felt the denial of that keenly, but watching Butch and Dix only made her blood heat further, her body start gathering for another climax under Aila’s cleve
r mouth. God, Butch was strong, even for a vampire. He caught Dix by his nape, pushed him down on a mat on all fours. Dix braced himself, grunting while Butch’s hips pistoned. Then his Master was gripping Dix’s throat, bringing him up to band an arm around his chest as he thrust even harder. Dix’s body arched, his cock jutting out, unrelieved. Reed knelt in front of him, closing his mouth on Dix’s organ as Balen pushed him down, worked his cock into his own servant’s backside.
“Not until I come, you horny bastard,” Butch muttered in his servant’s ear.
“Then get on with it already,” Dix gasped. Butch gave a nasty laugh, reaching down to grasp his servant’s testicles in a fist that constricted, made Dix curse.
Debra moaned at all the stimulation. The female servant was working her pussy with soft lips, clever flicks of her tongue. Her Mistress leaned over Debra, pinched her nipples, making her arch and gasp. God, she was going to go over again.
Yes. You are. Now.
And she did, responding to her Master’s demand, gushing against another mouth while he watched with endless appreciation.
By the time the evening was drawing to a close, she’d lost track of how many times she’d come, how many times she’d inspired others to do so. She’d been kept on the raft, where she experienced a wealth of heated mouths and exploring fingers. She was also taken back to the pummeling pleasures of the waterfall once or twice. With her attached to the inflatable, the vampires considered her part of the water toy offerings. One that inspired them to enjoy their own servants just as intensely, the stimulating result of her Master generously allowing them to touch, kiss, suckle and watch her build to a pinnacle to send her over, again and again.
Sex with the other servants or vampires was not part of the equation. Brian had drawn a line with Graham and held it. Yet though most of the vampires fucked their own servants during the course of the evening—Butch took Dix at least three times—Brian didn’t avail himself of his own servant the same way. It didn’t take long for her to notice and then recognize it as an intentional torment.