by Joey W. Hill
“Can I trust…either of…you? Oh…fuck.” The hoarse, animal sound that came from her throat startled her.
“Oh, us you definitely can’t trust.” The servant pushed inside her pussy with his thick fingers, just a little, but it jolted her. It had been a long time since anyone’s fingers but hers or Aaron’s had been there. “But do you trust your Master?”
She lifted her eyes toward the mirrored window. Aaron had given her this, this ultimate fantasy, more than she’d ever anticipated. But beyond that, he’d been willing to take this journey with her, figure out what she truly wanted. As dangerous and out of control as this felt, if she said she didn’t want this and truly meant it, he’d be in the room in a minute, taking care of her. He was taking care of her now.
“Yes, I do.”
The vampire shifted before her. His eyes, visible through the mask openings, were like a raptor in truth, all darkness. Jesus, they did a good job with special effects at this club. “Gag her,” he said in a voice of velvet sin. “Her voice no longer matters. She’s here for my pleasure.”
She was afraid of being gagged. Maybe she could talk them out of it. “But your servant said…the things I could do with my tongue…”
Those solid black eyes flashed. Pure, piercing command, and a rebuke that didn’t require words. The servant’s fingers gripped the tight fit of her waist cincher, enhancing the sensual restraint it offered and ironically reminding her of the terms of her submission.
“You’re trying to control things, darling. Are you panicking?”
“A little.”
“Hmm.” He nuzzled her shoulder, well outside the area the vampire commanded as his non-taloned hand wrapped around her throat, putting pressure on the corset collar. She gasped at the sensation, the way the male pinned her in place with just a gaze and that weighted silence.
“Don’t play with him, Shannon,” his servant murmured against her skin. “He’s a predator, and he takes it as a challenge. I promise you’re not up for that. Not this first time. Remember—just feel.”
Okay, she defied any woman not to panic—a lot—when overwhelmed this way. Before she could make another sound, the servant had drawn back from her to retrieve something outside her range of vision and come back with a ball gag he pushed gently into her mouth, situating it firmly on her tongue, holding it down. He followed it up with a thick wad of cloth that further stretched the inside of her mouth and would absorb unsightly saliva. Finally he held it all in place by situating a wide strap between her teeth and cinching it against the corners of her mouth like a horse’s bit, buckling it tight behind her head to hold it in place.
The vampire had kept his hand on her throat throughout, his dark eyes tracking every expression on her face, his mouth set in that firm line. She was breathing fast, the thin skin of her nostrils flaring. As much as being rendered completely voiceless alarmed her, she was twice as aroused now. The more helpless she became, the hotter she was getting. Aaron knew that about her, too.
When the servant drew his touch back to her waist, the raptor mask cocked, the direction of the beak helping her follow the vampire’s gaze. He was looking at her breasts, though she couldn’t tilt her chin down to see what he was seeing.
A moment later, she let out a strangled noise as the tips of those talons scraped her right breast. They had her nerves so worked up, she was sure it felt far sharper than it was, but she couldn’t see what he was doing, couldn’t look down, and those things had razor blades. She could feel that point moving toward her vulnerable nipple.
The servant cupped her breasts, held them up for his Master. When that sharp point dragged over her nipple, she cried out into the muffled wadding, but she was arching toward the sensation, not away. Her pussy was wet, dripping against her leg. She was helpless to them.
“Blindfold her.” The vampire was implacable. “And remove the collar and side bars attached to it. I want access to her throat.” Those stern lips curved in treacherous intent. “If I want her to keep her head still, I’ll use my hand as a collar and remind her.”
“No, no…” She didn’t know why her mouth was making that muffled protest, when every part of her was saying yes. Now she knew why “oh God, no, no, no” were never chosen as safe words. Regardless, she would have to fully trust, fully surrender to all of it, because that was what Aaron knew she wanted, needed, craved. Somehow being brave enough to face that was honoring this gift, and his willingness to be her Master. All three of these implacable men—including the one behind the window watching—knew it. In her dreams, she’d hungered to serve as a submissive, but never had the reality of it. This was the reality. Part of her ready to bolt screaming, another part reaching, wanting, her mind whirling and about to break free of something that might be good or bad to leave behind. But it was all out of her hands at this point. Almost.
The blindfold was a soft silk, and fit like a glove against her eyes and temples. The servant smoothed it over her face, petting her. As the world went completely black, she tried not to let her teeth chatter with nerves.
“You feel this?” The servant pushed something soft against her palm, his fingers caressing her bound wrist above the cuff. Reflexively, she closed her fist over what felt like a rubber ball, maybe another ball gag, a smaller one.
“Vampires are much more sadistic than humans,” the servant said. “My Master doesn’t believe in safe words.”
The grin in his voice held a taunt, a challenge directed entirely toward the vampire, not her. It gave her a chocolate sweet taste of the erotic undercurrent between the two males. Suddenly, she could envision the fierce vampire, his eyes still hidden behind that mask, pushing the male servant to his knees. He’d fuck him on the floor right before her for the impertinence. Blindfolded, she’d hear the hoarse grunting of a man being punished and pleasured at once, both sensations so intense they’d almost be unbearable. But he’d have to bear it, because it was his Master’s will.
Holy God, it just made her hotter and wetter. She had to struggle to focus on the servant’s next words.
“Fortunately for you, your Master has a touch of mercy. If something becomes too much, you drop this. Don’t worry, we’ll ask if you dropped it by accident, in case something my Master is doing affects your motor skills.” A wicked note of pleasure entered that rough, sexy voice. “Nod if you understand.”
She did, a quick jerk.
The vampire spoke now, not in the stern tones he’d used thus far, but in a sensual voice that caressed her ears. “It was almost a shame to put a blindfold on her. She has beautiful eyes. The colors of the ocean during a storm.”
“She’s beautiful, period. Totally fuckable.” The servant’s voice became a feral growl that made her quiver anew. “That’s what your Master will do when we’re done. We’ll wear you out, make you scream. Then he’ll come in here, fuck you hard, remind you that you belong to him. Probably work over this fine ass of yours, put some stripes on it. It’s what I’d do.” When he cupped her buttocks, squeezed hard, it set her to rocking against him again, a shameless, involuntary reflex of lust. She panted through the gag, thinking of Aaron coming in with a strap or cane…or just spanking her with the flat of his hand. He had strong hands.
She was robbed of voice and sight. She was just a body to serve them, as the vampire had said. And she’d never been so turned on in her life. Everything was throbbing. Those chains digging into the outside of her labia were wet, she could tell by how it felt, the air caressing her cunt. It clenched in reflex as that talon passed over the top of her breast, perilously close to her nipple again. Then gooseflesh rose as the feathered mask followed the same path. The vampire had taken it off, was teasing her nipples with the feathers, back and forth, relentless stimulation like the constant brush of the servant’s hands. She swayed, gurgling against the gag, panting.
“You’ve fantasized about vampires since you were a little girl,” the vampire said. Though the servant had that tough, deep timbre, there was something abo
ut this one’s voice that compelled strange, crazy things inside her. She could listen to him talk for a few decades and never move from this spot. “But I bet the little girl didn’t imagine anything like this,” he continued. “A vampire requires absolute submission and surrender from his servant, but from his food…he demands whatever he wishes. Your blood is only part of it. You are feeding his pleasure, his desire, his demands. I’m strong enough to take anything I wish from you and make you offer your life to me for more.”
She sucked in a breath as the razor blade bit into her right breast. Just a tiny, tiny cut, that quick sting like a paper cut. She cried out, though, as the vampire pressed his mouth to it. He was so close to her nipple as he suckled that taste away. He could probably do all sorts of acrobatics with that tongue, things that might make her lose consciousness.
When he slid behind her, she realized the wall of muscled support the servant had provided was gone. Now it was just the vampire.
No, the servant was back. His presence steadied her, oddly. However, as he unlaced the corset collar from the front, just as the vampire had ordered, it was a powerful, almost dizzying sensation. She had the freedom to move her head, but before she could, the vampire had placed a hand over her forehead and used that hold to pull her head back against his shoulder at a straining angle. He held her fast. Those dual talons moved down her sternum, avoiding her neck. She could hear her pulse hammering so close to that sensual threat.
I’m strong enough to take anything I wish from you and make you offer your life to me for more.
Mentally, she was just gone. There was no Club Atlantis, there was no carefully planned fantasy. In her mind, she was in a room with a vampire and a servant, delivered to their demands and desires, her Master watching all of it with still eyes and pounding heart. His hands would be clenched and his cock hard, seeing what they were doing to her, his property, making her crazy at his command. This was no fantasy. This was the reality she wanted, she craved, no matter if she died from fear, longing or the power of the desire building in her.
“I want to suck on her tits,” the servant muttered. “Jesus, those nipples are practically begging for it.”
“Ask me.”
A hesitation. For some reason, even blindfolded she could sense the two males’ gazes meeting over her restrained body, that lingering challenge arcing between them. But the servant didn’t push it. Not this time.
“Master, let me suck on her nipples. Let me give her pleasure. Let me give you pleasure by doing it.”
A nod against her head from the vampire, and then the servant’s callused hands framed her breasts. She sensed him going down, the pressure of his hip against her inner thigh as he planted a knee between her spread feet. She screamed against the gag as he covered one nipple with his mouth. So much sensation… He was right, she was dancing in truth, because she jittered as much as she was able against that devastating assault. Then the vampire clamped his hand on her neck, collaring it. What felt like really, really large, curved fangs slid hard and wet against her carotid.
My, what big fangs you have… Her sense of humor really had the oddest sense of timing, but it was swallowed by the intensity that rolled over her as her whole body yearned toward that base, most primal fantasy, a vampire’s fangs piercing her, possessing her, feeding off of her. His servant had a mouth made for sin, suckling, nipping her. He moved to the other nipple, making sure they received equal attention.
“Eat her pussy. Make her come. I want it to rip through her while I’m feeding.” The vampire’s voice was a near hiss, impossible to disobey or deny. She struggled, though again she had absolutely no idea why. She was being assaulted on all sides, and cried out as the vampire’s other hand slipped down her back to her buttocks. He slid his touch intimately between them, playing with the rim, gave one cheek a sharp pinch. “Behave for us, perform well, or your Master will decide you need a good ass fucking to remind you of your place.”
Dirty words, sordid threats. They just made her want this even more. Those talon fingers tightened over her throat. She realized he was keeping her head tilted up so high because that razor blade would be right below it. But she wasn’t afraid of that. The vampire emanated such utter control, she knew any cut would be deliberate, done with utter precision. Those fangs slid along her carotid again.
Then the servant’s touch shifted to her upper thighs. He’d gone down to both knees, because she felt them pressing against the insides of her spread feet. Bracing himself on her thighs, fingers exploring her flesh, he started by lapping up the arousal on her thighs, his hair brushing her clit and labia, teasing them as he got closer and closer to her core. She moved more violently against him, restless demand. His hands replaced the vampire’s on her hips and ass to hold her steady for what he wanted. The vampire went back to her breasts, alternating between sharp jabs, the occasional kiss of the blade, lingering caresses and writhing pinches. He didn’t draw blood with the blades again, simply kept her nerves on high alert with the delicious threat. When he slid his fangs along her throat once more, his other hand tightened in her hair and she knew he was getting ready to bite her. Everything in her stopped, waiting, like a rabbit in the hands of a hunter, strangely trusting and terrified at once.
“Gorgeous hair,” he murmured. “Irresistible. Just like my cher’s.”
She wasn’t sure what that meant, didn’t have the brain to wrap around it, because his servant’s mouth found her pussy then. Oh, God… How many times had she invoked God tonight? Hopefully, He’d forgive her, because this kind of skill called for reverence.
Lips played with her clit with total authority, tongue easing inside, swirling, suckling her juices and playing with the pleasures of those slick petals. She was rocking again, held fast at the throat by the vampire as her lower body moved as much as the servant allowed. And as overwhelming as all those incredible sensations were, the two of them kept adding to it. The servant parted her buttocks, his fingertips playing there like the vampire’s had done. Throughout, he kept teasing, suckling, nipping and scraping her cunt, only now he started to apply himself in earnest. She could hear those sexy wet noises his mouth was making, feel that delicious rough sandpaper of his upper lip and jaw against her thighs.
She was wailing against the gag, and then she shrieked as the vampire’s grip tightened and his fangs pierced her artery. It hurt, God it hurt, because he did have large fangs, but it was overwhelmed by the rush of endorphins matched by the raging pulse between her legs. They were going to meet somewhere in her chest and make her heart explode. The metallic scent of her own blood filled her nose. A vampire was drinking from her, his servant eating her pussy, and an orgasm was about to overwhelm her, one she couldn’t stop, even if she wanted to try.
“Please…” She was incoherent against the gag, but she kept saying it. Then, like the voice of a beloved fallen angel, she heard Aaron’s voice. He was in the room now.
“You can come, Shannon. Come for me.”
She let go on the last word, helpless to do otherwise. It was like nothing she’d ever felt, an incredible chaos of pleasure, agony, yearning and sheer ecstasy. She screamed herself hoarse, the waves of sensation pounding her, spinning her. She was held between two points, those two powerful sets of hands, and they didn’t give her a moment’s respite. The servant kept his mouth working between her thighs, the vampire feeding from her throat, as she came and came.
Even when she went limp at last, she was aware of the vampire’s feral, hungry growl in her ear, the ease of his fangs as he finished his meal and began to lick her throat instead. She convulsed, making small cries against the gag. No matter how many nerve endings existed in pussy, breasts and nipples, she was pretty sure—at least in this moment—her neck was her biggest erogenous zone. The more he nuzzled it, the more she kept experiencing those jerky, bleating aftershocks. It was incredible.
She knew now why submissives couldn’t be trusted to use their safe words. She would have happily died from whatev
er the three of them wanted to do to her. She was still making those little noises. Vaguely, she realized the vampire had reached up toward her bound hand to pry the rubber ball out of her palm. “You didn’t let go.”
She could argue with him, because she’d let go on so many levels, but she wasn’t sure how to get back to coherence. Her mind was a fog, no control over her limbs. More funny sheep noises as the servant licked her clean, nipping her to make her jump. He hummed, a very satisfied male chuckle against her flesh. “You’ll do, darling,” he murmured.
He was this vampire’s servant, for certain, but there was a different Dom/sub dynamic here than between her and Aaron. They’d acted as two alpha males pursuing the same goal—her utter surrender—with relentless synchronization. This male might submit to this vampire, but she couldn’t imagine him submitting to any other male. Perhaps a woman…
She didn’t know where that thought came from, but with her mind drifting in that heavenly subspace, so many things were clear and made sense. She could almost feel the presence of a third. The servant had a tentative tranquility backed by the presence of healthy female energy, an energy that had to be a vital part of the equation between these two men. And for tonight, she’d gotten to be a part of it. She was in a drifting state of bliss, never wanting to come down.
“Oh yeah, she’s gone.” The servant was caressing her face now, her shoulders. He stroked her body, using his touch to ground her to earth, whereas moments before he’d used that same contact to cut her loose, help her fly. When he shifted behind her, she realized the vampire was gone.
The servant pressed a soft, sweet kiss to her shoulder. Loosening the gag, he removed it, but he left the blindfold. A bottle was brought to her lips, giving her a needed drink of water as he cleaned around her mouth with a soft cloth.
“Your Master wants you now, darling.”
Her senses reeled as the servant fitted that corset collar on her once more. She couldn’t possibly…but maybe she could. Someone else’s hands took over the snug lacing, the restriction that reminded her she was owned by another. Remarkably, that simple thought tightened everything in her body. She could become aroused again during this delicious floating feeling. Who’d have thought it? She had no shields, no reservations, no self-consciousness right now. She wanted Aaron inside of her. She needed him. She would beg for her Master’s cock, to be taken, to have that sense of total connection, the only thing that had been missing in the whole remarkable experience. He hadn’t overlooked it, though. He was here.