“I would not have allowed it,” she said, touching my foot.
I kicked her away and raised my eyebrows in a disbelieving manner. “Oh, really? What would you call what just happened? Explain it to me…cause I didn’t get the fucking memo!” I sat up with my legs curled up in front of me, crying. That’s just great! So much for holding my own when I’m crying like a baby. Who cares?
“Izzy.” She sighed. “I’m trying to explain.”
“So explain,” I snapped and felt snot run out my nose. Lovely.
“Aisha was feeding from you, from us. We had to stop her.”
I waited to see if she was going to add anything to that lame explanation, but she didn’t “That’s it? That’s all you’ve got?” Her expression was a cross between sadness and confusion.
“I’m sorry I scared you, but there was no other way of releasing you from her bond.” She leaned closer, but I gave her a fuck-you glare that stopped her in place.
“I want to know everything,” I said, scooting back, regaining my lost ground. “And don’t sugarcoat it.”
She slid to the edge of the bed and put space between us. “When I opened my eyes, I felt Aisha’s call. It was so strong that Layla had to hold me down in order to keep me from sacrificing everything my mother did to give me life. Layla’s people put my mother in her coffin and carried her out while Layla tended to me.”
“You mean while she fucked you,” I shot back.
Tamara shook her head and continued. “She knew of Aisha’s calling from a time that no longer exists and was able to release me from her service. Had it not been for Layla, we would not be free of Aisha.”
Tamara looked at me with sad puppy dog eyes. God, I hated that look, but fortunately, my anger didn’t let me fall victim to forgiving her just yet. “And?” I said, coldly.
“Aisha is a goddess, much like Layla. Only she feeds off sex. She promises whatever she can to gain your trust, then grows stronger inside you. She is dangerous and deceiving.”
“She helped me find you,” I insisted, not convinced that Aisha was my enemy.
“Yes, she did and what price have you paid, my love? How many people have you fucked recently?” Her tone came sharp and I knew from the sound of it that she was getting annoyed. “Aisha is helping Celeste, and I will not make allegiance with my enemy. Celeste will die and Aisha will use whatever body she can to try and stop it.” She lowered her head and her voice. “Yes, Layla fucked me and yes, it was as unpleasant as your experience. It had to be. Aisha’s weakness is that she cannot handle true fear when sex is involved.” Tamara’s voice got lower. “We used your humanity to drive her out.”
“What about Abby?” Apart from being possessed by a sex goddess who, incidentally was feeding off me, I liked her as a friend.
“Layla will see to her wellbeing. As a goddess, she is better equipped to protect Abby than either one of us.”
Her words sunk deep into my consciousness as I thought about what she had said. Could it be possible? If I think about the sexual hunger that took over me, yeah, it’s possible that Aisha had fed from me, but that didn’t explain the sexual excitement that had taken over me now. “How did you know I was me again?”
She looked at me with the words, “Huh,” forming on her lips.
“It’s a simple question,” I yelled, feeling wetness escape me. “How do you know that she has left and that I’m me again?”
“Your eyes…your eyes are no longer gold.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, as my urges turned into desperation.
“Yes, my love.”
Oh, thank God that what I felt had nothing to do with Aisha because I thought of all the things I want to do to Tamara and decided why not. “In that case,” I said, waving her off the bed, “stand up.”
She paused, but did as I instructed. Slowly approaching her, I was careful to make sure our nipples touched, then moved behind her, rubbing my breasts on her back. I unsnapped the harness from her waist, but I didn’t let it drop to the floor. Instead, I caught it and maneuvered myself in front of her, dangling the harness in my hand.
“Put this on me,” I said, caressing her groin.
Tamara froze. “W-what?”
“You heard me. Put…this…on…me.” She took it and fit the strap around my waist, adjusting the leg straps. It was a tight fit, and it’s not that I didn’t trust her, but I checked to make sure it wouldn’t come loose. I stood in front of her wearing her strap-on and feeling a little out of place. I shifted and felt the dildo bounce, pulling on the harness. Looking at myself, I saw my perky breasts, flat stomach and her dick hanging between my legs. Blood rushed to my face, I was dizzy with ideas of inadequacies, but I thought of it buried deep inside her and the awkwardness disappeared. “I’m going to finish what you’ve started.”
“Oh?” She gave me a sinister smirk.
I took it as a challenge. And confidence filled me. She will feel me inside her tonight. “Tonight, I am Mistress and you will obey me, even if you don’t want to. On your knees,” I ordered, not giving her time to argue with me. Or worse yet, talk me out of what I’m planning. She isn’t the blunt taking-orders kind of girl, she’s more of the subtle, let-me-seduce-you-into-what-I-want-you-to-do kind of, girl. Sure, we’ve played games, but I’ve never taken such an active dominate role before.
She bent down on one knee.
I pointed to the floor. “Both,” I said as I disappeared into the closet. I came out and she was still where I put her. This made me happy and horney. I placed a collar around her neck, fastening it to a thin chain. Feeling her uncertainty, I smiled. Mrs. Calmer than an ice cube’s emotions are running rampant. Good. I walked toward the bed and yanked on the chain for her to follow. She stood, but I put her back down on all fours, knelt at the foot of the bed, her face even with my new dick. Pulling on the chain, I brought her closer. “Suck it.”
Her eyes turned black, her fangs dropped and a low growl echoed from her throat, but I knew her tactics and she didn’t scare me. I knew that Tamara, the enforcer, was sizing up the situation and weighing her options. We both knew that I am the keeper of her pleasure and I patiently waited to see if she would disobey me. Moments passed in silence then leaning forward, she placed her tongue on the shaft. Right away, my mind reacted to what I saw and my clit tingled as if she were directly on it. I tugged on the chain. She responded by licking her way up the shaft, to the tip of my dick. Placing my hand on her head, I slowly pushed her face down. New urges built as I watched it disappear into Tamara‘s mouth. I wanted to pin her to the floor and fuck her hard, but I controlled my desperation. That would come later.
“You have been a naughty little vamp,” I informed her. She stopped. I pushed her head back down, encouraging her to continue, which she did. “You were not told to stop,” I reprimanded. “But you need to know that I love you,” I said, pulling her head up by her hair, the dildo plopping out of her mouth bouncing against her chin. “Do you know that…that I love you?”
She nodded.
“Good, don’t move.” As I stood up, I allowed my new attachment to brush across her face. She was very patient with me and I knew this. I dug through the toy bag she had left on the bed and pulled out a remote control vibrating bullet. Not the one she used on me during our union, that one was wireless, this one isn’t. “Stand up and lean over the bed.”
She didn’t move.
“I want your ass in the air,” I commanded and gave the chain a swift jerk.
She stood, leaning her elbows onto the bed.
I walked behind her and inspected the view. Her round, cheeks are lightly spread apart. I used my foot and separated her feet into a wider standing position. Now I saw the slightly darker color of the fracture that hid her ass and the outline of her wet opening. I caressed her buttocks, running my fingers down her crack and teasing her puckered hole. She leaned away from me. I pulled her back and continued my examination, letting my fingers roam to her warm and slippery place. Although she
may never admit it, something about this was turning her on, too. The moment I rubbed her nub, I slid a finger inside her and her juices leaked, covering my hand. I knew I was wet. I felt my own slickness rubbing against the harness. There was no need to lube the bullet, it slid in perfectly and I used my finger to push it deep inside her.
She moaned.
“You are being so good, you deserve some pleasure, too.” I offered her a kind reward, and leaving my finger inside, turned on the vibrator. Her face dropped heavily to the mattress. The bullet massaged the tip of my finger as I pushed it deeper inside her cunt, making sure that it wouldn’t easily back out. “Sit down.”
Ah, this time she obeyed without faltering.
“Do not let it fall out, or I will punish you for your disobedience.” I handed her the bottle of lube. “Make me slippery.” Tamara squirted my dick—yes, it’s my dick now—and expertly rubbed the lube on me. “You’re punishment will be to take this up your ass,” I said, pointing at the dildo she was stroking. “Now, you have no need to wonder how I will punish you, and you can concentrate on obeying me.”
She nodded.
“What…what was that, I didn’t hear you!” I scorned.
“Y-yes, ma’am.”
“Now lay back and spread your legs. I have never felt myself inside you and wish to do so.”
Tamara didn’t lean back, she plopped against the mattress and I didn’t care because she had obeyed. Holding the dildo in one hand, I positioned myself directly in front of her and guided it toward her submissive treasures. I rubbed the tip on her hood and used it to separate her lips. I perched at her opening, barely making my entrance. I cranked up the vibrator's speed as I pushed myself inside. She was tight. It took more force than I was anticipating, but ultimately, I felt the head of my cock slip in, and I stopped, giving both of us a moment to rest. To see a part of me, whether it was silicone or real didn’t matter. Inside the woman I love was the single, most beautiful thing I have ever seen. It completed me.
Pushing myself further in, I pressed the base against me, caressing my engorged nub. The feeling hit me hard, flooding me with desperation to find sexual release. Now, I understood her obsession with our strap on. It was a combination of mental and physical appeal. Putting my weight on my hips, in one swift movement, I drove myself in. She moaned, I grunted. I pulled my hips back and the toy slipped out of her. Again, I fumbled with getting myself back in. After several attempts to stay inside her while thrusting, she wrapped her legs around my waist and helped me develop a rhythm that satisfied my own needs. I pushed in deep and held my stance, unsnapping the harness. Sitting up on my knees, I pulled the toy out of her and held it up.
“Put this on,” I commanded.
She happily took it and snapped it on. I turned the bullet off and adjusted the wire to keep it out of the way.
“Now, lay back down.”
Finding the restraints she had used on me earlier, I tied her spread eagle to the bed, her dick pointing straight up.
Before straddling her, I warned, “Do not come until I say so.” I turned the bullet on max and rode her, hard, scratching my nails down her stomach, taking her to the brink of orgasm. She gasped, pulled on her restraints and raised her hips. I stopped. “Oh no…no you don’t,” I disciplined, and then turned the bullet’s speed down.
I placed a pillow underneath her head, making sure she had a good view of what I was doing. That, I knew was her greatest torture, to see and not touch.
She curled her lip and cocked her brow, gently pulling on the restraint. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I leaned my weight onto her and shook my head with a tisk, tisk.
She settled down quickly.
“Do you know where it’s going?” I asked, leaning myself back onto her perch.
She shook her head.
Placing my hand on the soon-to-be intruder, I leaned back feeling it skim my crack and rest on my asshole. “Do not move. I am giving you want you want.”
Her eyes grew wide as her waist started to rise. I leaned my weight on her hips, not only holding her still, but using her as leverage, I lowered myself onto her. Painfully the toy pushed its way in. Pausing, I took a deep breath waiting for my muscles to relax.
Tamara’s face glowed with excitement and her hips started rising. I held her still.
“Move again and it will be the last time you touch me!” I barked.
She froze with her hips in the air.
I pushed her ass against the mattress, again.
Slowly, I wiggled down the long, thick shaft until I was sitting directly on her pelvis. “Do you know where it’s at?”
She nodded her head.
“That’s right,” I responded squirming, rubbing the base against her clit.
Her eyes rolled up as she closed them.
I twisted her nipple and she snapped her eyelids open. “Watch,” I commanded as I ran my finger through my fur and slid it inside my cunt.
She tugged on her bonds, but didn't move her groin.
“This is what you wanted right…to be inside me…like this?” I asked, massaging my nub.
“Fuck me!” she commanded, using her vamp voice.
I smiled. This is what I’ve been waiting for. I knew her disobedience would come. Arching my back, I found the string of beads I placed behind us and moving the strap that runs down her crack, I inserted a bead into her virgin ass. Yes, this is a new sensation for her. She’s only had the tip of my finger enter her darkened void. Her face contorted as she swallowed a breath of air. “That’s for using your vamp voice on me.” I inserted another bead. “That’s for disobeying me.”
She clenched her cheeks together and moved away.
I pushed another one in. “That’s for moving.”
She stared at me and then leaned her head back against the pillow.
Satisfied we have drawn clear lines of dominance, I worked her cock for my pleasure, teasing my bud while I rode her, hard. “Watch!” I panted, turning her bullet on high.
Careful not to lose my momentum, I fell onto her chest and took her nipple between my teeth, suckling and caressing it as it grew firm.
Her breathing changed and I knew she was close. I sat up straight, my hips crashing against her groin, while my fingers encouraged my euphoria. Sweat dripped down my chest, every drop ablaze with desire. Her moans set off a cataclysmic response that I could no longer hold back. “Come!” I ordered, pulling on the string that housed the beads inside her.
She yelled, grabbing the sheets in a tight ball. Her back arched perfectly off the bed, and her hips followed. I took her deeper than ever before and my orgasm exploded as I ground my weight on her.
Exhausted, I collapsed on her chest, panting. The dildo had worked itself out during my toe curling experience, so I didn’t need to worry about her being gentle. I squeezed my cheeks around it, holding it tightly between my crack, kissing her chest.
“I love you,” she whispered.
“I love you, too.”
Chapter Eight
I was so tired that I slept through the day, waking when Tamara rose the next evening. I felt her slip out of bed, heard the rustling of clothes and heard the door close behind her as she left the room. I tried going back to sleep, but my mind was working overtime. What the hell were we supposed to do now? Katherine was out of the picture, for the next fifty or so years. Kaley and Jules were dead. Goddesses were using us as pawns and Celeste was out there, running around creating more havoc for us. Oh yeah, and something called a soul-snatcher would awaken. I pulled the covers over my head, temporarily hiding from the nasty reality that faced us.
A light tapping came from the door.
“Izzy, are you up yet?” Abby’s voice called.
“That depends. Are you fixed now?”
“As fixed as I’ll ever be,” she said and then laughed. “Can I come in?”
I pulled the sheet off my face. “I guess.”
Abby opened the door and she seemed like her own self. I
stared intently, trying to catch a glimpse of Aisha under her teddy bear pajamas. She noticed my gaze and twirled in a circle.
“It’s me. Promise.” She dropped on the bed. “Tamara is downstairs barking orders. She’s in a mood tonight.”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” The sarcasm flowed too easily from my lips.
“Viola filled her in on everything.” Abby stretched, placing a hand on my chest. “She’s put a bounty on Celeste.”
“I’m not surprised.” I moved slightly out of Abby’s reach. I wasn’t going to take any chances about Aisha being gone. She moved up the bed, facing me.
“I don’t like the idea. I have a bad feeling about killing Celeste.”
“Celeste will die. It’s inevitable.” I smiled and caressed her face.
Abby shimmied off the bed. “Either way, you should go downstairs. Tamara and Layla have been arguing since they rose.”
Abby was right. I could hear Tamara and Layla yelling at each other before I came down the stairs. I had planned to talk to Tamara about Helena and the other donors that she had ravaged, but I had the distinct feeling now wouldn’t be a good time. I could tell by the sound of Tamara’s tone that this was going to be an interesting evening. Coming into the library, I saw Layla levitate into the corner of the room. How cool was that? Tamara followed, yelling at her. Ignoring what they were fighting about, I wondered if I could hover like that, too.
Layla lowered to the ground. “What are your thoughts on this, Izzy?”
“Can I do that, too?”
Layla cocked her head obviously confused.
“Yes with practice,” Tamara interjected, lowering herself to the floor. “We were discussing Celeste and Shamana,” she said, planting a kiss on my forehead.
“Which one, Celeste or Shamana?” I asked, not wanting to confuse the two.
“Does it matter?” Tamara snapped.
“See, that’s what I’ve been saying.” Layla smirked. “It does matter. They are two very different people. I would trust Shamana with my life.”
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