by L M Adams
“Two each.”
I shake my head no.
She whimpers, “Three each.”
I nod my head she throws the pins away from her as if they’re cursed.
“It will hurt and you will cry out, there is no lying to me. I want to hear your pain and your pleasure, yes?” She nods her head.
“How much for the dress is a fair price?” I ask then.
“Please, I don’t know.”
Gone is Blood Mistress, a slave sits there at floor. Willing, pliant, ready; even if she doesn’t realize it yet.
“Jack?”
“Another one hundred perhaps?” His voice is laced with happiness.
“Do you see? He’s not as kind as me, I would have let you get away with fifty, so name a price for the shoes before I let him assign another number. We are already at a hundred and seventy-eight.”
“Fifty more!” She shouts out.
“Two hundred for trying to be cheap.”
She cries out, begging me not to be so cruel, that it’s been a long time and she will be better next time.
“Fifty for complaining. Say, ‘Thank you, Mistress.’”
“Thank you.”
“No Mistress? Very well, we will come back to that. Now stand and strip.” She gets to her feet, shaking. But she removes the rest of her tattered gown. She’s not wearing any underwear
I see a set of cuffs on each poster of the bed. Two birds with one stone?
“You as well, Jack. You owe me much.” I turn my head, slightly looking at him from the corner of my eye.
“Yes, Mistress,” his low lusty voice says.
I watch as she strips down in front of me, with each moment she seems less Blood Mistress and more vampire woman caught in her own desire. The shoes are nice, five inches of heel, red leather platform pumps. She kicks them off her feet angrily.
I walk over to her, parting her and feeling for the wetness.
She’s dripping.
“Good girl.”
She moans and presses her body to me, goddess she’s hot. I grab her by her hair and lead her over to the bed. I cuff her to one of the bedpost; she has to stand on her tiptoes to reach them. Her small body is pulled taught. I brush my hands up and down her lightly; she breathes heavily grinding her ass against me. I step away leaving her hanging there.
I walk back to Jack. He licks his lips as I walk towards him. His breathing is shallow. He’s hard and ready. I pull him forward, kissing him on the mouth quickly.
“You ready for this?” I ask low in my throat when I pull back.
“Yes Mistress, please.” His voice is needy.
“Go over to the bed.” He walks forward and raises his arms to the cuffs. I walk over, buckling them in place.
I stand back and look at both of them; smooth creamy skin ready and willing to feel the sting of my whip.
“Jack, will you take half of the Madame’s punishment?” I ask, looking at him.
His head is turned towards me, resting on his arms. His eyes are closed.
“Yes, Mistress.” He whispers.
I turn to Valentine and let my arm swing, not hard at first, warming her up slowly. Letting the sting and pain build. When I reach twenty, I let the strength of my arm flow through the flogger. Welts rise in some spots; she’s begging for me to stop. I don’t. My arm moves with the tempo of the music. I walk forward when I reach the midway point and turn her body so she’s facing me. Counting helps me keep control I find, I let the succubus seep out to enjoy. But I control it.
I step back and begin to lash the front of her, her creamy breasts have red welts across them now, her stomach and her thighs as well. I’m careful not to hit her face. Gentle, Jae, I remind myself. When I count out the last lash, I walk forward, feeling between her thighs.
She was wet before, now liquid heat pours from her. I work her until she’s at the edge. I know the point she reaches where her climax should be. One of the diamonds glows and then settles back to it shiny stone façade.
She’s keening, begging for release. She doesn’t understand why she can’t find it. I remove my hand and step back. I leave her hanging there shaking in a web of her own desire; the collar also blocking the ability to push her lust into another vampire. It is hers to be tortured with, it is hers to be paid for. She still hasn’t called me Mistress, but she will by the time I’m done.
I stand behind Jack now, repeating the rhythmic falling of the flogger all across his back down to his ass and legs. I’m a little more heavy-handed with him, taking in mind his penchant for pain. I reach the midway point and walk forward and turning him to face me as I’d done Valentine. I’m careful to not hit his sensitive parts. Gentle, Jae, gentle. He moans in pleasure, begging me for release. He calls me Mistress freely, already accepting that in this place, I am everything and he is nothing.
Good boy, Jack.
I walk over to him and let his arms go. I let Valentine go as well. They both fall to the floor covered in red welts.
“On your knees, Valentine. Jack stand.” They move as one.
“Now take him into your mouth, Valentine. Show me your mouth is useful for something.”
She doesn’t move, I knew she wouldn’t. She still sees Jack as her slave, beneath her. She hasn’t accepted she’s just like Jack, for now at least.
“You should never order another to do what you aren’t willing to do yourself. You ordered Christy to suck him off; what is it you’re too good for a little cock in your mouth?”
Her face tightens with anger, but she doesn’t respond.
“Very well, stand.”
I walk over to her, calling my power to my fingertips. I trace every welt with my finger nail. Lacing each one with power. I take my time. Her body is shuddering by the time I’m done, when I’ve traced every one of them on her front and her back. I scratch the first welt. She falls over in desire as the lust burns through her skin, setting every inch of her alive in need, but no release. She moans over and over. She reaches between her legs searching for release. I let her although she has not asked. Another diamond shines and then cools.
I raise my skirt up and kneel behind her with my legs parted. I yank her by her hair pulling her back until her body lays heavily on me.
“Open your legs, bend them at the knee, feet flat on the floor.”
She adjusts herself like I’ve told her. I don’t let her hair go.
“Go ahead and try to bring yourself as much as you want.” Her right hand moves between her thighs. I kneel behind her, flicking the lust lace again and again.
She doesn’t realize no matter how much she tries, she’ll never find her release.
“You won’t find release until I allow it.”
I hold her tightly as she tries to pull away. I don’t know how many times I start the wave of the lust lace in her. But bloody tears are falling from her face.
“You will please him now?” I ask close to her ear. She nods her head.
“Are you sure? Because I’m enjoying this, we can just keep doing this until the sun rises.” I scratch her again.
“Please, I want to,” she moans in desire.
“I don’t believe you.”
“It’s true goddamn you! I’ve always wanted him! Always!”
She just never let herself have him, not in the ways she wanted. No, she just wants someone to blame for it. I’m making her submit, it’s not her fault. We all lie to ourselves in one way or another. But there are no lies between a succubus and her slaves. There are no secrets.
“Good.” I hold her still as tries to reach him.
If I hadn’t fed well, I wouldn’t have the strength to do it. But I’m part vampire as well and feeling very much in control.
She can’t get away and I run the lace through her again and again until she’s screaming and blabbering. Not so much the refined Blood Mistress now, huh?
“That’s so you remember you have no choice here. You do what I say, yes?”
“Yes!” She yells with a voice of pent-up
desire.
“Now tell me how beautiful my Jack is,” I order her, she does it easily. It’s truth pouring from her. I see him as she sees him; she loved Jack at some point. I realize that now. She probably still loves him. Jack’s eyes widen, he hadn’t known either.
I let her hair go, she crawls over and takes Jack in her mouth. He throws his head back, moaning. He grinds his hips in her mouth.
I stand up and go sit on the side of the bed watching them. I’ve denied myself; my own need is heavy in my body. I lean over unbuckling my shoes and slipping them off. I roll down my stockings, the crotch of them and my panties are soaking wet.
Jack moans in pleasure, “Mistress?”
He’s asking for permission, I ignore him. She’s sucking him harder and faster. His toes curl into the carpet. His eyes are squeezed tight.
“Mistress,” he cries out again. Still, I ignore him.
He starts to move back. “Don’t you dare move! Control!” I say harshly.
He stills and hunches over her, his hands are fisted in her hair; he’s trying to get her to slow down, she doesn’t. Then he’s grunting and pumping again, he comes apart; yelling as he finds his release.
“Oh god, Mistress. I just couldn’t, your magic soaks the air.” He falls to his knees. I watch as Valentine shudders, swallowing him down.
“Will you take his punishment, Valentine?” I ask softly.
She looks up at me, eyes wide. I see the answer plainly, no.
“Get the crop, Jack.” He gets up and walks over to the bag and brings it to me kneeling beside the bed. This will make them bleed if I hit the same spot again and again hard enough.
“Both of you face down on the bed. I won’t tie you down, but you won’t move.” I stand up as Jack rises and gets on the bed.
“Yes, Mistress,” Jack says. Valentine stands and comes over, lying down beside him on the bed.
I lay into Jack like never before- only on his ass. His skin splits in places. He’s screaming and begging and apologizing. Valentine lies there, doing nothing. I stop.
“Still you will take none of Jack’s punishment? He did so for you.” She whimpers and turns her head away.
“Very well.” I start in on Jack’s thighs until marks from the crop rise in red angry wheals. I keep going until some split open.
His hands are fisted in the sheets. He’s grunting and apologizing but he’s also grinding his hips into the bed.
“Still nothing?” I ask Valentine. She shakes her head no against the bed.
I lay into Jacks calves, a little softer now. None of his skin splits under the crop. He’s keening in his throat now, he’s past words. Fully enjoying the sensation of the pain running through him. I stop and let him catch his breath, shivers run through his body. I reach between Valentines thighs, still gushing. She’d enjoyed hearing Jack being punished, enjoyed it very much, as it would seem.
“Stand up, Jack.” He moves stiffly, breathing heavy; he’s making small sounds of pain in his voice as the split skin pulls in places.
“Did her mouth feel so good that it was worth this?” I ask, brushing the hair from his face.
There’s peace there on his face; pain yes, but peace as well. Not a Blood Lord, no, just Jack. No Blood Lord would submit to this, which is why he denies what he is. So fucking twisted.
“No, Mistress it was not worth it, she is cheap and petty and not worth my pain. But I have no control when you are near and that is so very much worth everything.” He looks down at me, smiling.
“She did it on purpose, didn’t she? To make me turn my anger to you?” I ask.
“I believe she did, Mistress” He says in a clear voice. Her body is tense, but she does not move.
“She’s a conniving selfish little vamp bitch, isn’t she?”
“Yes, she is,” he says, laughing.
“We should teach her how to be a giver and not a taker then.” He nods his head with an especially evil grin on his face. My succubus likes very much.
I get on the bed and crawl to the head. It’s huge wooden headboard has mounds of pillows piled against it. I turn, leaning against the pillows. Like she was when I was in this room last. I pull my skirt up above my hips.
“Come Valentine, show me how magical your mouth is,” I say to her quietly.
She crawls over to me and buries her face in my wetness.
“Well Jack, take her, hard.” I feel her tense hearing my command.
“And if she moves, I will chain her up in the corner for the rest of the night.” She groans but does not move.
He gets onto the bed and raises her to her knees. I hold my hand on her head. We use her then.
I come apart again and again under her tongue. She is really good. Jack fucks her viciously. Her moans are muffled; every diamond is filled with denied pleasure. Still, I don’t let her move. She takes all we give her for a very long time. Jack controls the rhythm of his thrusts. Slow then fast when he gets close to his fulfillment he slows again. The smell of vampire and daemon fill the room. The music makes Jack harsher after a while.
“Mistress,” Jack moans.
“Yes, Jack,” I grant his wish and it is my name he calls while he fucks her, finding his fulfillment. I smile and laugh wickedly.
She finally has him, but he isn’t hers. That cuts deeper than any whip ever could.
I don’t know how long we spend using her. I have her lie on her back. Jack takes her again as I sit on her face. I kiss Jack deeply as we ride the vamp bitch. We come apart together again and again, covering her in our pleasure, giving her none, until finally even I’m spent.
I collapse off her. Jack pulls out of her; he’s long past being able to find release any more, my power the only thing keeping him hard. I look over to Valentine. Bloody tears and pleasure stain her face.
I sigh. I quiet my succubus; she goes easily, no fight, and with a smile, I notice.
I move to lie beside Valentine, gathering her into my arms as she cries quietly. I stroke her gently making small soothing sounds. Her lips and checks glisten with my pleasure. She smells wondrous as our scents blend. I can’t think of a time I’ve ever been more at peace with my succubus. I start the love lace again, she tenses ever so slightly.
“Shh, my Valentine, it is ok,” I whisper in her ear as I run the lace through her again.
This is the worst part, I know, to be punished and comforted at the same time. It makes you feel confused inside. It makes you believe your punisher doesn’t want to do these horrible things to you, but it has to be done, because you deserve it.
But we enjoy it; we enjoy a good mind fuck very much. There’s nothing I did here that I haven’t felt. Nothing I haven’t been the victim of.
I start the lace again. Again, she’s denied.
“Please Mistress, no more.”
I look to Jack, smiling. He grins and nods. She’s mine forever more.
“You are mine,” I say quietly
“I am yours, Mistress,” she responds.
I let my finger brush the first diamond. Her back bows at the force of her release stored in it. I brush the next one. She screams her pleasure. My own body shudders from the shock of lust and release that courses throughout her body. So much power, so much pleasure, so much to drink. I can taste the flavor on my tongue like a fine wine, and like an alcoholic, I must have more.
“No more, please, no more Mistress,” she cries out.
“Do you remember not calling me Mistress earlier?”
She begins to cry. Her heart aches with the folly of her choice. How something so small will cost her so much. I know… I know how easy is it to give such small things with joy once you learn how much withholding them will cost.
“Ask me for the thing you know you deserve, Valentine.” I kiss her forehead as she cries.
“Please, Mistress, punish me.” She whimpers and cries and clutches me to her, I am both her salvation and her damnation.
“Thank you, Valentine.”
Goddess ab
ove, have I ever known a sweeter woman than her? I think I have not. I motion for Jack to go down on her, he does it quickly. I hear his tongue lap at her. I groan so slightly in the back of my throat.
As I stroke the next gem, she tries to pull from me. Just as Jack brings her, I brush the next gem and the release trapped there empties again and I move to the next, twofold we bring her. Twofold I feed.
Lust- drinking it in, is there anything sweeter than passion denied? Maybe vengeance, but tonight is a story of softer things. I know what I am, I never lie to myself. What else but evil takes so much pleasure in so much pain?
I kiss her softly on her mouth, her neck, her breasts. I torture her with pleasure that no other vampire will ever be able to give her, no other human, no other kindred. I know it and revel in the power I feel because of it. I want her to call me again; I’m honest enough to admit it, I want to be the best she’s ever had. I want her to never be able to live without me. I want to be the Sheba to her Jae; I want to be her addiction.
There are eight diamonds in all; she passes out on the last one, so perfect. I brush her hair from her face and pull her body into mine, spooning her. She really is a small woman. The back of her head stops right above my breasts and her feet barely come down to my calves, her body moves back against mine, snuggling closer. I smile in the dark.
Jack goes and blows out the candles and turns off the music. He pulls the covers over us and then gets in bed behind me, wrapping an arm around both Valentine and me. I snuggle back against him.
I close my eyes, feeling satisfied and happy inside. I hold Valentine tightly as she breathes. I find sleep easily, completely spent, completely satisfied, completely at peace. I’d done it. No one was dead and the dark things were quiet.
Chapter Thirty-three
A Blood Lord’s freedom
I wake slowly. I’m in a weird bed, warm bodies all around with the smell of sex. There’s no light. I tense until I remember where I am and all the things I did last night. I smile in the darkness.
I reach down below the covers and begin stroking Valentine; she moans as she awakens. She rolls to her back, opening her thighs. I find her mouth in the dark and kiss her deeply, bringing her to the edge quickly.