Double Vision

by Silvia Stancil

  “Y-yeah.”

  Slap. That one had been so hard it reverberated into her legs. Kit bit her lip. This was too hot. This wasn’t Jax. But it was. “Yes sir,” she purred.

  “Excellent,” he said. “Do you know what I have in my hands, Kit? What I’m about to put somewhere we’ve never played before?”

  “No, sir.”

  “Good.”

  Kit held back a squeal as the sensation of tiny beads slid inside her ass. Jax slid his hand down neatly between her parted lips. He easily used her soaking wet pussy to lube up her asshole. The little beads slid in and out fast. They twisted in different directions and caused sensations inside Kit that she hadn’t known possible.

  “Oh, shit,” she muttered. Another slap rang on her bare ass, causing her to let out a little squeak. The sound bought her another slap.

  “There we go,” he said. Jax gently pulled back the beads. He left just a few of them inside of her and brought it from one side to another with a firm pressure. He pulled her lips apart again. The next thing she knew, he was inside her. The beads jiggled back and forth as he grunted his way into her insides. The vampire jammed up so far inside of her that it hurt for a minute.

  “What has gotten into you?” she gasped. Kit tried to grab at the wall for support before she remembered she was tied up.

  “What you said to me last night got into me,” he said in a low voice. He slapped her good on the thigh, hard enough to make a red mark. “That’s for talking. You said I was emo, Kit. Emo kid. I’m here to show you I’m not.”

  His hand came around and grabbed her chin. Jax pushed her cheeks together softly. “Pretty girl,” he growled. Kit’s breasts fell out of her tube top. They swung wildly from side to side as he picked up the pace. “Have you come yet?”

  A gentle tug on the beads told her he was serious about his task.

  “No, sir.”

  “Now you’ve got it,” the vampire muttered. “No sir, Mr. Jax, sir. Say it.”

  “No sir, Mr. Jax, sir,” Kit repeated.

  “There. Now you’ve earned yourself an orgasm.”

  Kit was surprised when his words rang true. A tremble started in her spine and convulsed up her whole back as the dual sensations in her ass and pussy caused the uncanniest sensation she’d ever felt. She resisted a scream, catching the open cry in her chest and whimpering as she slid to the floor and away from his cock, still tied up.

  “That’s right,” Jax said. He was behind her quickly. His tongue whirled over her asshole and down into her pussy.

  “Shit, shit,” she cried. Kit tied hands trembled as another of the unreal orgasms threatened her sanity. She squeezed her thighs together and he parted her ass cheeks neatly to polish off her asshole. Two tantalizing fingers sliding inside her pussy and jiggled from side to side.

  Kit released all at once and Jax parted her ass altogether, exposing her pussy to the open air. She felt the cum tremble inside her as the orgasm came to a crest.

  “Want me to untie you?” he asked, and Kit realized he’d already gotten to his feet, his pants pulled up.

  “Uh, yeah, that’d be nice,” Kit said with a laugh. His hands came to free her from her restraints. She rolled over.

  Jax stared at her, his expression cold and unreadable. “Did you like that?” he asked in a husky whisper. “You satisfied now, Kit?”

  “That was amazing,” she said. She came to her feet and pulled her skirt up. She nestled her pert breasts back into her bra and tube top and took a deep breath. “Where did that come from?”

  “From me. Where else would it come from? Isn’t that what you’ve been wanting from me, girl?”

  “Um, yeah,” Kit stuttered. “It’s just...what’s with this new attitude?”

  “I’ve been thinking of taking some time off, Kit.”

  Jax pulled another cigarette from his pocket and lit. He blew a whirl of smoke toward her face and made her wrinkle her nose up.

  “What do you mean, taking some time off? From being a vampire?”

  “From being a wuss. I think I might travel, see the world, screw some interesting people or something.”

  “Screw?” Kit asked in a gentle whisper. “You mean like, have sex with other people? I thought you were just having sex with me?”

  “So did I.” Jax dropped the cigarette on the floor and smashed it out with his foot.

  Kit stared down at the frayed tobacco in disbelief. Nothing about him added up tonight.

  “See you later, Kit. I’ve got some blood to suck.”

  Just like that, he was gone. The door slammed behind him and Kit stood in the utility room, startled and confused. What in the world was going on with her lover? She had wanted him to be, well, more of an asshole if she was to be honest with herself, but she had never asked for a complete and total prick. Something unsettled her about the fact that he had just walked out and hadn’t wanted to cuddle with her after sex. It was an unspoken bond between the two, regardless of what Kit claimed to want.

  In fact, deep down, Kit was sure she did want to be with Jax. He had just been, well, too into her. It made her feel smothered, controlled. But now that she had seen the other side of Jax, she was torn and confused. Did she want the asshole side of him or did she want the...well, Jax could be a little emo.

  “Kit!”

  Janika’s voice snapped her back to reality.

  “We’re getting a little crowded out here,” the other bartender said. She swung the door open. She took one look at Kit and burst into a huge grin. “You did not just do what I think you did. Talk about a hit and run. Could he have gotten out of here any faster? What the hell do you see in that asshole?”

  “Yeah, well,” Kit said. She stepped over to turn out the light as she followed Janika back to the bar. “I thought I wanted an asshole.”

  “You mean he’s never pulled anything like this before?” Janika’s face was inquisitive.

  “Not like that,” Kit said with a laugh as she struggled to get her mind together. She still couldn’t believe what had just happened to her. She shook her head as she wiped down the draft beer logos behind the bar. “He just, well.... oh, what the hell, we talk about guys all the time.”

  Janika sat down in her barstool and grinned. “Details.”

  “Anal beads,” Kit said with a giggle. “Slaps on the ass enough to make me red. Then he smoked a cigarette, put it out on the floor, and walked out.”

  “That is kinda hot.”

  “Janika!”

  Janika laughed. “Well, it is in concept,” she said with a sigh. “But, honestly, I kind of liked the sweep-you-off-your-feet and buy you a drink guy you were seeing before.”

  “I wasn’t seeing him. I was just screwing him.”

  “True, but you were seeing him, too,” Janika said. “Considering you spent every night this week at his house.”

  Kit laughed and poured herself a shot of tequila from one of the dispensers. “Want one?”

  “Hell yes,” Janika said.

  Kit poured another one and handed it to her friend.

  Janika grinned as she toasted it to Kit’s shot glass. “Here’s to finding a healthy median of asshole and Count Dracula.”

  Chapter Three

  “Kit? What are you doing here so late? I thought we were seeing each other too much?”

  Kit felt confused as she stood in the doorway of Jax’s condo. Had he completely forgotten they’d seen each other earlier that night? That he’d screwed the hell out of her in the utility closet? Had she lost her mind or had Jax lost his? The strangeness of the entire evening resonated in her mind. “I, uh, got off work and I was thinking about you,” Kit said. She played with her high heel on the carpet in the hallway, digging it in nervously. She felt like a schoolgirl after what he’d done to her. “Can I come in?”

  Jax snorted. “Yeah. I don’t have to invite you in. You’re not like me, you know. Or had you forgotten already?”

  There’s the asshole again. Hot. Of course, he wouldn’t
like me now that I like him so much. What’s a girl to do? Kit stepped in, closing the door behind her.

  Jax headed to his mini-fridge and poured himself a goblet of blood from one of the blood bags he kept inside. He was more of a part-time hunter, since he spent most of his evening trading stocks to keep up with budding real estate business. He was saving up to buy a prime plot of real estate across town. He’d even mentioned to Kit that he’d like them to have a house together. That had been about the time she started skimming over the facts with blowjobs.

  Jax handed Kit a glass of red wine and plopped down on his bed. “So, what’s up?”

  “I was thinking about you all night is what’s up,” Kit said. “Why’d you just leave me at the bar like that? It was kind of...I don’t know. It wasn’t exactly you. But you certainly got me thinking.”

  Jax sat up on the bed. His expression was one of bewilderment. “Kit, what the hell are you talking about?”

  “I’m talking about how you came to Club Heat and screwed me in the utility closet! Tied me up and everything! Oh my God, are you really going to be that much of an asshole?”

  Jax looked stricken. He set the goblet of blood down at his bedside as though he’d just been punched in the chest. “The shifter,” he said gently.

  “The shifter? What? You came to the bar, you stuck beads in my ass and now you are pretending that none of this ever—”

  “That wasn’t me!” Jax cried as he got up to face her. “It might have been something like me, but I know damned well I’ve been sitting here all night.”

  Kit was stuck. She felt stupid as she waited for an answer that didn’t make sense “That wasn’t you?” she asked at last.

  Jax shook his head. He looked pained. “No. Come here, Kit.”

  She walked over to the bed and took her place beside him. She whirled her wine glass gently between her fingers, baffled.

  At last, Jax broke the awkward silence between them. “A long time ago, I accidentally multiplied myself and made a panther shifter. That was whom you met tonight. It had to be.”

  “You multiplied yourself?” Kit asked in disbelief. “What the hell are you talking about, Jax?”

  “It’s something all demons can do,” Jax said with a wave of his hand. “Sometimes, when we get all mixed up in ourselves, a new demon will spread off of us. Sometimes they’re like wildfire, but most of them are just harmless, ethereal vampires. Somehow, about a hundred years ago, I got so mixed up in myself a whole new me spawned off. Problem was, he took a lot of me with him. All the things you’ve been complaining about not having from me. Now, I’m just this. A big sap sitting in a condo all by himself. Not having you because this guy took my balls.”

  Kit was lost for words for a long moment. “You made a shifter?”

  Jax gave her a solemn nod. “Yep. That explains why he was at the bar on Shifter Night. Now, how he found out you and I were seeing each other is beyond me. Maybe the guy can read my mind for all I know. But, we have to do something. He shouldn’t be running rampant like this. He definitely shouldn’t be screwing my... I don’t know. What are you, Kit? My girlfriend? My fuck buddy? Are we even seeing each other?”

  “I...I don’t know, Jax. I kind of liked that guy. All that used to be part of you? I felt like I was having double vision, but that guy was really kinky. I think a part of me knew it wasn’t you, but it was just too unbelievable. How do we fix this? I mean, how do we fix you? Can we get that stuff back in you without having to kill off the panther shifter?”

  “I don’t know,” Jax said.

  “Can’t you just...act like that again? Take back that part of yourself without having to kill the shifter?”

  “You liked the shifter?” Jax asked. “Unbelievable, Kit.”

  “I only liked him because he looked like you. He even smelled like you, Jax.”

  “And because he was kinky. Well, you know what, Kit?”

  “What?” she asked.

  “Get your ass down on the bed and spread em’, that’s what.”

  “You have got to be kidding me,” Kit started with a laugh, but Jax pushed her over on the bed. Her knees spread with a wobble.

  “I do remember myself, before you took me away,” he said darkly.

  “Before I took—”

  “Quiet,” he growled, and he spread her legs apart, pulling her pussy lips away as though he meant to examine her.

  Kit was stunned at the gruffness in his voice. But she liked it.

  “Yes, woman, before you took me away. Because I liked you so damned much and you liked me so much. In fact, I don’t think the panther shifter ever would have come for you tonight if we weren’t so right for each other and you hadn’t made me into a sniveling girl.”

  She heard a vibration start and was stunned to see that Jax had pulled a toolbox out from beneath his bed. Kit looked down between her spread legs and saw that it was filled with sex toys, all a girl could imagine. There were huge, black dildos and small ones in bright colors. Some clearly had a vibrate feature and others had what seemed like a million prongs. She had no idea about the secret stash after all their nights in bed together. The one he held in his hand was small and yellow, twisting and vibrating at the tip.

  Before Kit had a chance to think, Jax had inched it inside of her and began to toy with her g-spot, vibrating the sensitive area the way he did with his cock. But the twin sensation of his finger on the walls and the vibrator inside her was definitely new. It was even better than what the shifter-imposter had done to her.

  Kit let out a little moan. Her eyes closed and her lips trembled. It felt so good she thought she might go through the roof.

  “Let me guess about what else he did to you,” Jax whispered. She felt a string of anal beads sneak inside her before she had a chance to answer. Kit cried out and she saw Jax grin at her sob of pleasure. “He did this, right? Only, I have news for you. I do it better.”

  “You do,” Kit whispered, and she felt another finger sneak inside her and play around the vibrator with the other. He pressed it harder into her g-spot before it moved down to caress her walls. As she felt the orgasm mount, the vibrator left her.

  “What the hell—” she started, but another one had already taken its place. The new one was medium-sized and orange. It was about seven inches long with a thick shaft. He pulsated the dildo deep inside of her for a few tantalizing moments before he pulled it out. Jax left her insides hot and lonely. They begged for more in the cool air.

  “Quiet.” He pushed the dildo back in. Jax increased the speed adjustment as he rammed the rod into her over and over with startling vampiric speed. His lips encircled her bloated clitoris and suckled for only a few moments before she came.

  “Holy shit, Jax!”

  Jax got to his knees. He stared her down with a dark, yet friendly expression. “Did you like that, Kit? You know, I feel like I might be getting myself back after all. I might be getting back what that imitation of me took away. And furthermore, I want you to do something for me.”

  “What?” she gasped. Her insides were still aflame with a tingling sensation.

  “Bring him here and let me know whose better. A little competition really gets my blood boiling. Then we can see who you’re going home with.”

  “Do you still...want to be with me, Jax?”

  He shrugged and Kit felt cold for a moment before she saw him wink.

  “You let me know when you’re finished with him. His name’s Knox. He knows me and now that he knows we’re onto him, I’m sure he’ll be more than pleased to experiment with us. You ever had two guys at the same time, Kit?”

  “No.” She got up. Her chest heaved in excitement. The box was still full. She was certain at that point that Jax had all new kinds of tricks up his sleeve. Already her insides tightened up at the thought of having the panther shifter at the same time as the vampire.

  “Then I’ll see you tomorrow night. Take my word for it. Knox will be there. Now that he’s screwed you. He’ll be wanti
ng more.”

  “You’re sure about this, Jax?”

  He gave her an enigmatic expression. He reached one finger forward to tickle her beneath the chin. “I said, take my word for it.”

  Chapter Four

  Kit tightened up her thighs as she watched the Friday night crowd pour into Club Heat. The more exotic tiger shifters always came in on Friday nights. They were better looking than the regulars in a rugged sort of way, not unlike the panther shifter who had taken her in the utility closet. Knox. The more Kit thought about him, the more determined she was not to chicken out on Jax’s offer. After all, it was something she had always wanted to do. What girl didn’t? Maybe most just never had the opportunity before.

  “Kit!”

  Kit turned to see Janika standing at the bar. The ex-sorority girl’s mouth was open in exasperation. She had a death grip on the open bottle of Wild Turkey that was in her hand.

  “What is it?”

  “Your buddy’s here. Jax. He said something about banging you in the utility closet. Or maybe he meant me. It’s hard to hear over all the damned noise in here.”

  Kit laughed and slapped Janika on the bicep, exposed in the red tank top that was Janika’s Friday night staple garment.

  Janika rolled her eyes and hitched up her matching mini-skirt.

  “He did not,” Kit said. “Where is he?”

  “He did,” Janika said with a grin that exposed her one crooked tooth, front and center. “And he’s over there shooting pool with the tiger shifters. Strange to see a vamp down here. I thought Jax stuck to the top floor with his ohhh so sophisticated vampiric brethren.”

  Kit grimaced. “He does.”

  “Say whaaa?”

  Janika’s face was skeptical. She pursed her huge, heart-shaped lips. “Kit, what are you talking about? Have you lost your mind and you’re just waiting for the right moment to tell me?”

  “Something like that,” Kit replied. “Here’s the thing. Jax has a twin. That guy over there is a panther shifter. Not a vampire.”

  “You’re full of shit. How did that happen? Coincidence?”