Let Them Eat Cake

by Ravyn Wilde

  “Yes. When we met Maria—I was dying of AIDS and Brian had contracted the disease. By turning us into HS’s, she saved our lives. We don’t get sick or age like humans do, so now our lives are very long. Both Brian and I are now in our fifties,” Matt confided.

  Justin didn’t comment, just raised his eyebrows in encouragement. At this point, he didn’t have a clue what to say.

  “Maria hates these outfits because almost all other vamps dress their HS’s in clothes like this all the time, only allowing their servants to wear street clothes when they’re out in public. Most human servants are bound to the vampire with both blood and sex. By associating the clothing with the traditional vamps, Maria believes the outfits scream ‘cattle’ or ‘sheep’. I think you heard her call us sheep last night.”

  Blood and sex. The two men were telling him the ties that bound them to Maria were blood and sex. He wanted to jump up and hit something. He had no intention of sharing her with them.

  Justin’s brooding silence and hard stare seemed to incite Brian to hurry and explain, “If an HS is tied to the vamp with both blood and sex, they lose their self-identity. They in essence become an extension of the vampire. Maria calls them blood zombies. If an HS is simply tied with blood, as we are, the servant retains their personality, character and almost all of their freewill. The vampire can force the blood-only HS to do their bidding, but it takes more time and a great deal of energy.” Brian stopped and looked at Matt.

  Matt picked up the explanation. “The vampire uses their mind and blood to form a servant bond. You can’t just, well…fuck and exchange blood to become one…just in case you were wondering.”

  Justin breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He did wonder, and really didn’t want to ask. He relaxed and listened to the rest of Matt’s explanation.

  “For all her bitching about us making her life a living hell, Maria hates blood zombies. She doesn’t like the thought of someone being bound, unaware and without the ability to give their consent…forced to service a vampire for almost eternity with sex and blood. Even more, it upsets her when a person loses their sense of right and wrong, operating exclusively under the vamp’s compulsion.”

  “I can see her point. But I still don’t understand why you want to piss her off. I would think you two would support those principles,” Justin said.

  They both grinned. Snorting, Matt said, “Because if we didn’t dress like this, it would be impossible to get Maria in anything remotely crazy. She takes herself too seriously sometimes. We are also reminding her that we have freewill and choose to be flaming nuts at times.”

  Justin just shook his head and laughed. Maria definitely had her hands full with these two. “Well, I’ll get dressed and go talk to her for a bit before the meeting. See if she’s heard anything new about the body we found last night before things get started. What did you guys come up with for an outfit for me?”

  “Nothing much,” they said together.

  Their idea of “nothing much” turned out to be brown leather chaps worn with a red leather thong and a short, brown leather vest. Justin sensed a theme, and the costume left him feeling very uncomfortable and exposed. He tried to wear the chaps over his jeans, but Matt and Brian banded together to veto his suggestion. He headed for Maria’s office dressed in what had to be the most embarrassing outfit of his life. Great.

  All thought of his discomfort faded as he opened the door and saw her standing at the window. Hell! If he needed to dress in cowboy deviant with his ass exposed to see her dressed in a costume like this, he’d do it without complaint.

  She stood silhouetted against the night sky. Tight, high-heeled leather boots sheathed her legs, their edges stopping mid thigh, and a small, beaded leather thong covered her pussy. Barely. On top she wore a black, beaded leather corset, the fabric pushing and molding her breasts to overflowing perfection. Justin knew he would be waiting for a glimpse of nipple to peek out all night. He would bet if she moved just the right way she’d expose herself. Her hair fell over her shoulders in an untamed tangle of curls and deep, electric-blue highlights. She wore black lip liner and wild, cobalt blue eye shadow that made her eyes seem mysterious and sexy. Cat-like.

  “Justin,” she murmured in greeting.

  “Maria, you look incredible,” he said, as he closed the door and turned the lock, anticipation rising painfully.

  She laughed. “Don’t tell me you have a Gothic slut fantasy buried deep in your psyche?”

  “If I didn’t before, I do now,” he said as he crossed the room to her.

  “Yeah, and I just realized how much I love chaps. Turn around.”

  Justin grinned with wicked intent. “Glad to, but only if you return the favor.” After he’d done his spin to her wolf-whistle, he watched in rapt attention as she turned a slow circle and revealed a tight, white and very bare ass—just a little floss between her cheeks. The top looked like a corset from the front—but the back was nothing more than a few leather straps laced across her bare skin.

  Her Gothic slut sent his cowboy deviant into high gear. He smiled and looked deep into her eyes as he pulled her within the circle of his arms. “Missed you,” he whispered against her mouth as he slid his lips along hers. He brought her closer to taste…tease…enjoy. When he said the words, he realized just how true they were. All day he’d been plagued with a headache and queasy stomach. Now that Maria was in his arms, he felt fine. More than fine. He ignored the subconscious question—the nagging voice wondering why he felt as if barbed coils had been unwound in his gut? Ah, well. They were gone now.

  “Justin,” she moaned as she opened to him and slid her arms around his neck. Their mouths met and once again he felt as if the two of them—and the passion they created—existed in a separate world. Tongues tangled, skimmed as they drove the sensual tension higher. Justin moved his hands in a slow glide down the bare expanse of Maria’s back. He skipped over the small slices of leather that were supposed to be holding her top together and lingered over the bare globes of her ass. His hands tightened and squeezed the soft mounds and his hips rocked as he pulled her against him. He groaned. The small leather thong he wore was worthless in helping him manage his reaction to her. He could feel his cock grow hard and strong and strain to be free of the scrap of material. He wanted her. Now.

  He tore his lips from the soft temptation of her mouth and set his forehead against hers. “God, Maria. What you do to me is unbelievable. If I can’t have you now I’ll be going through the entire meeting with a raging boner. Please, baby?” he whispered in urgent hunger.

  Maria tilted her head back and laughed, nodding happily.

  Oh, yeah. Justin’s erection surged in anticipation. With a quick glance around the room, he registered the dark wood furniture, the gray carpet and the vibrant colors in a back corner of his mind. What he saw in the forefront was a large desk, a long deep couch, an armless chair and plenty of thick carpet…the sensual possibilities, not the décor.

  With each breath, each moment he took to decide where he would love her, he could smell her fragrance. The spicy mixture of vanilla and musk drove him wild.

  He pulled her back into his arms to kiss her once again with pent-up passion, and then held her away from him. “I have to tell you I love this outfit, sweetheart, but I’m already jealous thinking of the others looking at you. They’ll see your breasts pushed out like a banquet, and combined with your lovely ass exposed to the room, no one will be able to concentrate on anything but the image of you naked.”

  He lowered his head to run his tongue over the plump perfection of her breasts, plunging into the line of her cleavage and skimming the boundary of the leather right above her nipples. With a little push of his tongue against the edge, the cloth gave way a small bit and he could lave the rim of her areola. Groaning, he smoothed his hands up her arms and over her chest, gliding his fingers along the smooth expanse of skin.

  Maria gasped. “You forget—they’re all used to seeing me this way. It’s nothing sp
ecial.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong, baby. It’s very special,” he murmured, as his finger caught at the leather to slide under the top and guide the material to gather below her breasts and act as a foundation, a ledge for her white, creamy tits. He bent his head to one protruding dark rose nipple and licked, wetting her flesh with his mouth. When she moaned, he raised his head and looked at her skin, the one nipple shiny with his attention. He saw her head thrown back and her eyes closed in ecstasy.

  All mine.

  He glanced over his shoulder at the desk a few short steps away. He pulled her toward him as he walked backwards, lowering his body to rest his butt against the desk and insert his legs between hers. Fitting the apex of her core over his throbbing shaft, he slowly flexed his hips.

  Maria moaned. “Oh, yeah. That feels wonderful.”

  Justin bent his head to torment her other nipple while his hands moved down her sides. He pulled her tight against him, grinding her against the hard ridge between his thighs as he sucked the swollen bud into the heat of his mouth and bit down in gentle, rhythmic cadence, matching the pressure between her thighs—bite-shift, relax, bite-shift, relax. He figured he had over an hour to drive her crazy.

  Maria moved in restless agitation in his arms, hissing as he latched onto her nipple and pulled it into the warm, moist cave of his mouth. She couldn’t imagine doing without the tickling sensation of his mustache and beard. Bringing her hand up to his head, she buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her. Her body wound tight with arousal—skin-tingling, pussy-creaming, world-altering arousal. She pushed aside the front of his leather vest with her other hand and ran her fingers over his chest. In a teasing slide, she smoothed her palm over the light dusting of hair, letting it tickle her, and found the hard nub of his nipple. She smiled as Justin moaned low in his throat when she used her thumb to rub the small bump. He gasped around her flesh as she pinched and pulled the taut, warm nipple between finger and thumb.

  She couldn’t contain her own moans as he increased the suction on each of her nipples in turn and used his teeth to scrape over the swollen peaks. His hands at her hips shifted her from side to side over the rigid declaration of his erection, the teasing stimulation on her clit making the moisture seep from her channel. He moved her a little to the side, slid one hand to the front of her beaded thong and slowly slipped his fingers under the fabric, pushing the thong down until it caught on the top of her thigh-high boots. His hand went back to smooth over the trim triangle of curls, and with gentle care he worked his fingers between her folds, rubbing back and forth, spreading her juices and massaging her clit.

  Maria opened herself to him and swept her hand down Justin’s chest, finding the small piece of fabric covering his pulsing shaft. She slipped her hand in to cup him and unfold his cock from the restraining leather. Once his cock sprang free, she released it and ran her fingers along the fabric to the side. Bless you, Matt, she thought. The thong he bought for Justin to wear had little snaps on the sides. Quickly she undid each one and then drew the scrap of fabric from between his legs, throwing it over her shoulder. Now she had the freedom to play. She hissed as Justin swirled his damp fingers around her folds and pressed a finger into her tight passage. He pulled out to tease her clit again and Maria bent her knees a little to give him better access. His fingers were driving her wild. She took him in hand and encircled the base of his thick shaft to squeeze in a light grip.

  Justin pulled away from her breast and with a popping sound released her nipple. He threw his head back and growled as she pulled her closed fist up his broad, blood-engorged length. She looked down at his hand buried between her legs, fondling her slick flesh to madness, while her hand moved up to slide over the dark bulbous head of his cock. She traced her fingers in the little slit, trailing in his pre-cum and using her palm to spread the liquid over him for easy lubrication as she started to stroke him.

  “Ah, God almighty, Maria. Those hands!” Justin gasped.

  Maria wanted more of him, wanted him mindless with craving for her. She shifted away from his body and stepped out of her thong. In a simultaneous movement, Justin moved to take her in his arms but she stopped him. “No,” she mumbled as she pushed him back to lean on the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. “My turn.”

  Her tongue darted out and she licked him from root to tip. A rumbling growl erupted from his throat when her wet, Gothic black lips closed over the flared head and she moved her tongue in a swirling motion. She could imagine the sight from his angle. She smiled as Justin gasped, his hips surging forward as she took his length down her throat. She brought one hand up and wrapped it around his shaft, her gaze raking the length of his body, following the light trail of hair from his trembling belly to his shuddering chest as he struggled to breathe. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his tight muscles, over the throbbing vein at his neck, to his burning gaze.

  His lashes fell to half-mast, his pupils dilated. His lips were parted and a look of tortured bliss came over his face. Drawing back, she took pleasure in the silky, solid length in her mouth, the salty-sweet taste of his skin and the throb of life pulsing under her tongue. He hissed when her canines lengthened and she scraped him. The small taste of blood enflamed her arousal and she sucked once before pulling back. “Sorry,” she said, as she met his hooded gaze.

  Justin moved his hand to her head and skimmed one finger down her cheek. “God, don’t stop!” he said, as he ran his thumb over her mouth, groaning when her tongue slipped through her lips to lick him. “I love the burn of your teeth on my flesh, the pleasure-pain of you feasting on me.”

  She leaned forward and again wrapped his cock in the warm, moist heat of her mouth. She allowed herself a mental smile when he groaned in ecstasy as her tongue found the small nick. Drawing back, she raked her teeth against him and licked the small drops of blood, her eager tongue washing away the spicy sweet nectar. Taking his length down her throat and pumping him with one hand, she slid her head back and forth along his cock. She reached up to cup his balls with her other hand, squeezing with tender force.

  Justin roared and dropped his hands to her head. He twisted his fingers into the satin fall of her hair and pumped his hips, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth as hot jets of come pulsed from his shaft and shot down her throat. He dropped his hands from her head and braced them beside his hips on the desk as she started to move back, teasing his now semi-hard cock by swiping the small hole at the tip with her tongue and then taking just the head into her mouth.

  “Hmmm.” Maria’s vibrating sound of pleasure wrapped around the sensitive head, and once more Justin’s cock reacted, becoming fully engorged.

  The sensual lassitude from his climax disappeared in short seconds, and he reached down between one heartbeat and the next to grasp Maria by her arms and pull her to her feet. He kissed her lips softly, tasting himself as he turned with her in his arms and bent to swipe the few papers off the top of the desk. Standing back from her, he bit out, “Bend over the desk.”

  Maria groaned when the cool wood touched her sensitive nipples as she lay her body down. She felt Justin behind her as he spread the cheeks of her ass, and felt him dip and slide his fingers along the lips of her vulva, spreading the cream oozing from her cunt.

  “I am going to lick and suck on you until you come, then I’m going to fuck you,” he moaned, and her body clenched in anticipation at his words. Justin fell to one knee and used his hands to separate her swollen labia, where she felt his hot breath against her flesh and the slow slide of his tongue through her slick folds. She gasped and grabbed for a hold on the desk.

  The thrust of Justin’s tongue spiked through her like a bolt of electricity shooting straight to her core. Maria groaned at the sensation, her body tightening as she let herself drown in the pleasure washing over her. She jerked in urgent demand against his mouth, feeling his tongue circle her hardened clit, his lips and teeth pulling at the inflamed nub while his short facial hair abrad
ed her sensitive skin and added to her pleasure. His fingers slid inside her, pushing her closer to orgasm as his tongue lapped and his mouth suckled. He ran his wet fingers up to the little rosette of her ass and teased her tight flesh. “Justin, please,” she cried. “Fuck me!”

  He groaned into her cunt and stood in one quick motion. Taking his cock in hand, he slid it up and down her weeping slit. Maria moaned beneath him and arched her back, offering her dripping cunt.

  She gasped as he pushed the thick, swollen tip of his cock against her passage. Moaned and thrashed her head in agony as he taunted her with a scant inch. In. Out. She moaned. “Please—fuckmefuckme,” she begged. She screamed as he slammed his cock inside, stretching and filling her. They both cried out in shared pleasure as the clawing, greedy cravings took control of their bodies.

  They melded together in a frenzied dance of agonized rapture and raced for completion. His hips drove his erection deep within her. He thrust hard and fast, balls slapping against her sensitive clit. He held her hip and pulled her against him, sliding one hand into the crevice between her cheeks and down to coat his fingers with their mixed secretions, using them to coat her little puckered anus. Maria twitched and thrust against him, her keening cries of pleasure encouraging him to press her for more.

  His finger slid an inch into her tight second entrance.

  “Oh, God. Ohgodohgodohgod,” she chanted. Her hands clutched at the smooth surface of the desk as she tried in desperation to find something to hold on to. She didn’t notice the grooves her strong fingers and nails left in the wood as her mind and body focused on his pounding cock and the feel of his finger pushing just past the entrance of her ass.