Shamana grabbed my arms and dropped to her knees, pleading, “Please, child, say something.”
I watched her. I was unable to speak.
“Please forgive me,” she sobbed harder, her warm tears ran onto my hands, leaving a salty trail.
Will you punish the parent for the sin of the child?
It was Layla’s voice, whispering in my head.
I was about done with all of this—the whispering in my head, the going out to find missing vampires, the calling me child, the feedings, both from me and for me, the magic, the goddesses, Tamara dying—all of it! My anger rolled in on a thunderous wave, pounding my insides and just before I gave in to it, Zoe jumped into my arms with that meee-ooo-uugg that she uses when she’s demanding attention. I petted her head. She stretched her body to meet my hand and rubbed her face against mine. The more I petted her, the more my anger receded. Imagine that. “I will find Celeste and when I do, I will kill her.”
Shamana sobbed harder.
Layla helped her to her feet. “She had written her future as certain at the tides have, my friend.” Layla wrapped her arm around Shamana’s shoulder. “We all knew there would be a point of no return and it pains me to say that Celeste has crossed that line.”
“But she’s a child.” Shamana whimpered.
“No.” Layla pulled her in closer. “She knew what it would cost her and she decided to walk this path. It is not a reflection on you.”
My attention snapped to Layla and she shot me a warning glance. I left that comment alone.
“It is time,” she said, breaking the embrace she had around Shamana. “We must go and establish a solid foundation for this family again, but we will speak of this more when Izzy and I are done.” She held her at arm’s length and looked straight into her eyes. “Come find me afterward.”
Shamana nodded and sulked out of view.
Layla opened the bedroom door and stepped inside. The shock of seeing the coffin not far from Tamara and Katherine sent me for a tailspin. My emotions swelled and for the first time, I felt panic overtaking me.
Layla stopped, took a step back, held my hand and led me into the room.
“I am ready,” Katherine announced, looking at us.
Layla led me to Tamara’s side and positioned me near her neck, giving me a soft pat on the shoulder. “Timing is of the essence. I will help you drink until her blood is pure.” She scooted down the bed until she was next to Tamara’s thigh. “Katherine will then give of herself until Tamara’s supply is renewed. We will not get a second chance.”
Her unspoken words burned into me.
If I fuck this up, we would lose both of them.
Katherine placed a soft kiss on my forehead and moved next to Tamara, then curtly nodded. She was ready to gamble with both their lives.
I leaned into the crook of Tamara’s neck, taking in her scent and kissing her. Forming a tight seal on her pale skin, I sunk my fangs in deep, hearing her flesh rip. Her blood hit my tongue and a wave of euphoria arced through my body. This was the moment of truth, the moment that there is no turning back from. I took all the blood her body willingly swelled into my mouth and then forcefully took her reserves.
I knew the instant Layla embedded her fangs into Tamara, we both moaned with pleasure. Unlike me, Mistress Layla was powerful enough to offer her pleasure in dying. She’s had centuries to perfect her pleasure giving vampmone abilities. Tamara’s body prepared for the promises of sexual release that I knew would not come. The new urges drowned me. I wanted more from Tamara than just her blood. I needed to feel her taking control of my pleasure and wrapping my desires to her commands.
I felt her essence slipping away. Tamara gave one last struggle against her restraints. I wanted to pull away and scream stop it, but Layla’s influence held me prisoner to Tamara’s blood and lifeline. We drank until Tamara quietly fell against the mattress, unmoving, surrendering to our inescapable feeding.
Moments later, Layla tugged on my shoulder. “Our part is done,” she stated as she tightened her grip on me. “It is up to Katherine now.”
I pulled away and watched as Katherine placed her bloody wrist to Tamara’s mouth.
“I will care for her until she is strong enough to care for her own.” Layla pointed at Katherine, who now looked twenty years older. “Do not worry, child, she will return. I give you my word.” Using the hold she had on me, she lifted me to my feet and led me to the door. “You should go and calm Katherine’s weaker followers. They will come seeking reassurances that their Mistress will not leave them unattended.”
I had no idea what she was talking about until I opened the door and saw Viola, Edgar, Abby, Stacia and Zoe in the hallway.
Abby jumped up and rushed to my side. “I’d prefer to stay close to you today,” she said, entwining her fingers around mine.
“Yeah, me, too.” Viola added, moving closer.
“And me,” Stacia interjected.
Releasing Abby’s hand, I stepped back. “What the hell is going on?”
“Vampires are hanging out on the estate grounds. In all my years, I have never seen anything like this before.” Viola sighed. “This is because of Lady Katherine and Mistress T’mra, isn’t it?”
I could lie, but why bother? If Katherine’s fledglings started dropping dead for real, everyone would know we failed and the Hightower house would be vulnerable. “Yes, it is.” I pushed past the crowded hallway and went to the kitchen. I needed something I wouldn’t get upstairs, time alone.
“Self-pity does not behoove you,” Abby said, as she strolled in and lifted herself onto the countertop.
I shot her a glaring look. “I came here to be alone.”
“That doesn’t suit you either. You’re a leader and people want to be around you.”
Ignoring her, I opened the refrigerator door, hoping she would go away. I scoured the shelves looking for anything that would catch my attention and felt something hit the back of my neck. Pulling it off me, I stared at a pair of bright red panties. My desires flared. The unprecedented urge to have an orgasm tore through me. Lately, I had suspected that my hunger incorporated more than just blood and this proved it. As the days passed, my sexual hunger rooted itself firmly into my core, but I couldn’t allow myself to give in. I slammed the fridge door and threw her panties back. “I’m not in the mood.”
“Perhaps not now, but you will not always be able to fight the urges that will arise.” Parting her legs, she reached under the tight mini shirt and ran a finger through the slit of her crotch. Just lovely.
“I’m tired of riddles and especially tired of not understanding things,” I said, getting in her face, which was a mistake. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me close. Her arms locked around me, sealing our bodies together, her tongue teasing my lips to open and accept her. My better judgment screamed at me to stop, to honor the promise I had made to Tamara, but I couldn’t.
A spark sizzled between us as our lips met, releasing the longing that had settled deep inside me. I wanted to feel the exuberant pleasure that only a toe curling orgasm provided, but worse yet, I needed to give myself over to Aisha’s beckoning. The intensity of the moment burned through me and I wrapped my arms around her, lifting her up off the counter. Straddling her against my waist, our lips pressed tighter. Our tongues dancing as I laid her on the kitchen table, fumbling to work my hand up her tight-fitting skirt. She squeezed her legs tighter, bringing me closer.
Desperate to surrender to her burning desires, my fingers lightly brushed her pubic hair and my muscles tensed preparing to drown in her wet promises. My jagged breath came sporadically as her experienced hands masterfully unzipped my jeans. Her fingers accidentally brushed against my sensitive lips while she pulled my pants down, leaving me exposed.
A voice from nowhere unexpectedly interrupted us. “Why must I keep finding you in this position?”
I froze at the sound of Tamara’s voice. I should have known she would find me here, in this posi
tion. Her hands grabbed my ass as she spooned herself up against my back. “Do you not like the way I fuck you?” she asked, sliding her hand between my legs.
My knees went weak at her touch and I turned my face to kiss her. Instead of meeting my lips, she rammed two fingers deep inside me. I lost my balance as pleasure swept through my body and she chuckled a sinister laugh while holding me up.
“Aisha does us no favors, summoning you at this time.” She glared at the woman lying on the table, spread eagle.
Aisha smiled and touched her wetness, drawing her fingers to her lips. “Care for a taste, Mistress Tamara?” Her eyes beamed with invitation.
Ignoring Aisha’s incitement, Tamara plunged her fingers deeper. “I think it is time…” she said, kissing my neck, “…for you to learn your place.”
Did I hear her right? Did she say I had to learn my place? Tamara would never say that. Before I could even process what she meant by that, she had scooped me up in her arms and was carrying me upstairs with unnatural speed. Kicking open our bedroom door, she laid me on the bed and slipped leather restraints on my wrists, tightening the buckles.
“Okay, this isn’t funny.” I tugged against my shackles. The corner of her lips curled into a wicked smile as she looked at me. “Stop this,” I said, getting nervous.
She said nothing.
She just stood there smiling at me. Now, I’m feeling panic consume me and pulled tighter against my bonds. “Please,” I begged. “Untie me.”
She stared at me for a moment, then without saying a word, turned, and walked into the closet. She returned carrying our toy bag, the bag we keep all of our sex toys in, and emptied it on the bed. Meticulously inspecting every toy, she put an eight-inch dido and her leather harness to the side.
Well, if that’s what she has her heart set on, I’m game. After all, it’s been a while since we had mind-blowing sex. I relaxed. This wasn’t as serious as I thought. She pulled out her harness and securely fitted the dildo to it, stroking it as if it were a part of her. Strapping the attachment on, she continued stroking her new penis and smiled.
“I want you so bad. I miss feeling you inside me,” I said, confidently knowing that she would satisfy my urges tonight.
Silently, she looked at me, picked up the bottle of lube, and squirted some on my future intruder. She knelt next to me and I brought my legs together preparing for her to undress me. She pulled off my jeans and the cool air hit my warm skin. “I can’t wait for you to fuck me,” I said with a moan, encouraging her.
“Oh, am I going to fuck you.”
She grabbed my legs and flipped me onto my stomach, my arms crossed leaving me in somewhat of a tangled position. Shit. My stomach clenched at the thought that there’s only one thing she can do with me in this position. An eight-incher is more than I could handle from behind and from the looks of it, she didn’t intend to slowly work it into me.
“Please, don’t do this.” I used my most sincere voice. She grunted and continued to prep herself for my place lesson.
Panic became by new best friend as images of pain flashed through my mind and I tried to imagine what it would feel like. I couldn’t see what she was doing so I buried my head into the mattress. Did I really want to see what was going to happen next? Probably not. Then I thought, it couldn’t possibly be that bad, could it? I’ve had anal sex before and it wasn’t terrible so maybe this would be a pleasant surprise. I could think about it in one of two ways. Either, I could panic about the possibilities or I could look forward to the new experience. I choose the latter for obvious reasons and now I was getting even more excited.
My excitement quickly turned to fear as she grabbed my leg and squeezed so hard I thought she’d bruised me. She was extremely rough with me, clutching and forcefully rubbing my cheeks apart. I clenched. I wouldn’t make this easy for either of us. Yeah, that’s me, cut my nose off to spite my face. So what’s your point?
She chuckled and released me. She came into view on my right side, grabbed my face in one hand, and stared in my eyes. Then she smiled mumbling, “Huh-uh.”
That’s when I had the bright idea to placate her. “I understand,” I said, forcing my voice to drop, sounding remorseful and ashamed. “I know my place is with you. I have dishonored you.” I shut my eyes, desperately trying to squeeze out some tears. Nothing, not a single drop emerged, primarily because I was pissed, but I kept up the charades as best as I could. Her brow twitched. I thought I was making progress and got excited over the possibility of not having an eight-incher up my ass. “Please, don’t hurt me,” I pleaded, staring into her green eyes.
“You hurt yourself enough for both of us.”
Her demeanor changed immediately and her face went expressionless. I was back to dealing with the Tamara I had learned to fear.
She moved behind me and I felt her situating herself on the bed. She slapped my butt cheek and I yelled as the stinging erupted. Another slap and more yelling. Several slaps later, the stinging became a burning. Another slap and I yelled, “Mother fucker!”
This stopped her. Now, the tears I had wished for earlier were flowing naturally. My clogged nose made it difficult for me to breathe and my ears rung.
Something cold hit my blazing cheeks and I temporarily found relief until I realized it was only a prelude to what came next. She parted my cheeks, and poured additional cold lube on me, working it into my crack. Lucky me, I was slippery and gooey.
She shifted her weight, spreading my legs—my legs were loose! I kicked as hard as I could and felt my foot connect with her. I kicked wildly and desperately, running in place for my life. I finally ran out of steam, laying exhausted and panting in a puddle of my own sweat. In the midst of my outburst, I hadn’t noticed that Tamara had safely moved off the bed.
She moved toward me, staring in my eyes.
“Close, “she mumbled, then once again took her position behind me.
Spreading my legs open, I felt straps fitting around my ankles. I was too exhausted to fight and prepared for what came next. She slid all eight inches against my slippery crack as she stroked her dick between my cheeks. I held my breath waiting for the moment that pain that would scream at me, letting me know that penetration was happening. Instead, her fingers gently traveled and laid claim to the wetness that had seeped from my betraying pussy. She dwelled deep inside me, awaking the spot that delivers me to an involuntary state of euphoria and I quivered uncontrollably while she flicked my g-spot to life. I raised my hips, but the force pushed them against the mattress. Confused and afraid of her reprimand, I laid still, unsure if I should enjoy her touch. She finger fucked me—hard. An involuntary moan escaped my lips and she stopped. I felt her situating her weight amid my legs. I pulled on my wrist restraints, took a deep breath, and waited.
She entered me slowly, only it’s not where I thought it would be. She drove her eight inches deep inside, commandeering her way until she filled my cunt and something of a half-yelp, half-moan rumbled in my throat. She repeatedly slapped her groin against mine, ramming her member inside me until I was completely full. Pleasure replaced my fear and I was willing to forget the horror she’d put me through. She pulled out, got off the bed and I heard whispers.
“Now what?” Tamara asked.
“You must be more persuasive.”
Layla’s voice drowned me in an angry fear. I had no idea we had an audience. Talk about humiliation! There’s only so much I’m willing to forgive, but this…this had crossed the lines. “Untie me!” I demanded, using my best vamp voice.
Silence fell on the room.
“How cute,” Layla commented, amid a low laughter.
“Yes,” Tamara responded. “She is feisty.”
“I would not have been as companionate with her. Your emotions hinder you. With your permission, I would like to try myself.”
“Yes, perhaps you’re right,” Tamara agreed. “Of course, you may do as you like.”
And just like that, I’m passed off for someone else
to have her way with me! Cool hands touched my legs. I flinched at the thought that Layla was touching me. Her touch followed the outline of my thighs until it reached my wetness. Then Tamara appeared within my view and placed a gag over my mouth. I turned my head away, but she grabbed my hair and held me while tying it securely.
Next, she pulled out a handkerchief, folding it lengthwise until it resembled a long strip of cloth and placed it over my eyes, again tying it securely. The moment darkness took hold of me, my anger billowed. I thrashed wildly against my restraints, and screamed through the unforgiving gag.
Hands held my hips down, and the dildo forced its way between my crack as I yelled futilely. I don’t know how long I thrashed for, but I knew two things, one is that she hadn’t penetrated me and two, I was exhausted. Then suddenly my handkerchief came off and Layla was eye to eye with me.
“I think it is done,” she said, caressing my face.
I felt Tamara’s weight shifting, sliding off the bed. She looked into my eyes as well.
“I think you’re right,” she said as she unbuckled one of my wrist restraints.
Immediately, I removed the gag. “You fucking bitch!”
Ignoring me, she began to unbuckle the other restraint.
“Are you sure that is wise?” Layla asked, putting her hand on the buckle Tamara was unfastening. “She seems quite angry.”
Tamara hesitated, smiled and then answered, “Yes. I will tend to her. Will you see to Abby?”
“Of course, my friend.” Layla turned on her heels and left us alone.
I sat up and started untying my ankles. Tamara joined me. “Don’t touch me, you sadistic, fucking asshole!” I snapped, slapping her away.
“I’m sorry for scaring you, but there was no other way.” She sloped down onto her knees. “We couldn’t tip off Aisha.”
“Oh, that’s lame,” I snarled, undoing the last ankle restraint.
“Will you listen to the truth?”
I scooted away from her and closed my legs. Tight. “What truth? The truth about how you almost raped me? Or the truth about how you almost let someone else do it for you? Which truth were you talking about?”
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