Authors: Joey W. Hill
Aapti and Chiyoko had taken a knee on either side of her, naked and patient, but their eyes were locked upon the display as well.
Dev noted Chiyoko’s nipples hardened further in the clamps, obviously stimulated by the merest twitch of the chains placed in her nether regions. Aapti, while equally attentive, was entirely still, waiting, which suggested she was the most experienced. In fact, her gaze slid briefly to Dev while the others were distracted, marking his reaction, obviously gathering information for her Master, before it went back to Danny.
Danny chuckled against the girl’s mouth and in the next moment gripped the back of her head, tumbling off the white lace cap, tearing out the pins so her mouse brown hair tumbled down. Mary gasped, but Danny forced her harder against her lips, tunneling her fingers in the girl’s hair, the other arm snaking around her waist and clamping onto a buttock, bunching up the fabric of the black uniform. Mary made a noise of part pleasure and fearful discomfort as Danny’s hand gathered up the skirt, slowly revealing the generous bare bottom beneath. Dev’s eyes narrowed. It was bruised and marked with red welts. Belt marks. Danny’s fingers traced over them, the movement of her lips showing that she was plundering Mary’s mouth fully, tongue tangling with hers, nipping at her so a trickle of blood ran from the corner.
He wasn’t sure which way to look. His lady was surrounded by enemies, but he wasn’t sure if she wasn’t one of them at the moment. Then he noted that, as she kissed Mary in such a hard, brutish way, Mary’s initial resistance was melting away. She was leaning into Danny’s body, tentatively grasping at a fold of the taffeta skirt, making soft whimpering noises as Danny alternated between petting the marks and cruelly pinching them. He tried not to notice, but Mary had a fine, fat arse.
Finally, Danny pulled back. She held the girl away from her as she strained for a moment, too carried away from the passion to recall herself. When she did, she flushed and tried to gaze down.
“No need to be all prim and proper now,” Danny observed mildly. “Though that’s your appeal, isn’t it? You’re so innocent. You came here a virgin, didn’t you?”
The maid nodded, a quick jerk of her head. Danny made a satisfied hum. “You have a good eye, Ian. Or my mother did. Was she a gift?”
“Yes. One I am very fond of. Your mother had an aptitude for finding them, the innocent ones who craved Mastery.”
“She did at that.” Danny glanced at him. “Well, let’s see if we can erode some more of that innocence. Strip off your clothes, Mary, and get on your knees between them.” She nodded to the two servants kneeling on the floor.
The maid haltingly untied the sash of her apron. Danny took it from her, and then watched as the maid struggled with the zipper in the back of the uniform, wriggling in a way that had Chiyoko wetting her lips and Ruskin taking another generous sip of his wine.
The staff had smoothly taken over Mary’s duties, removing the appetizer dishes from the previous course as Mary stripped down to the bare skin. Danny shoved her to her knees before she could kneel, so the girl landed heavily between the two servants.
However, before she came to harm, they had her arms, only to wrench them back as Danny knotted the sash of the apron around them and crossed it up the back, tying it around Mary’s neck in a neat bow. Like a more feminine version of a man’s tie, so the maid had to hold her arms up at an uncomfortable angle to keep pressure off her throat.
“Now, these two very experienced ladies are going to do as they like with you. Suckle you, fuck you with fingers or anything else that comes to hand. If you come before you beg me to do so, this nice gentleman behind my chair will fuck you in the backside.
Believe me, that will hurt like nothing you’ve ever felt. You’ll cry pretty, pretty tears, and I’ll kiss every one of them away before I take your sweet blood.” She glanced at the two women on their knees before her. “I trust you’ll take the choice out of her hands, ladies. I’d like to see those tears.”
Elegant as a lady of the manor should be, she turned on a heeled slipper, this time passing behind Ruskin. He put out a hand as she reached him, and she allowed him to take it, press a kiss to her hand. “I believe I owe you an apology, Lady Daniela. You have a fine grasp of what we would best enjoy.”
“Well, I will forgive you this once, Lord Charles.” She extricated her hand before he could linger, but with a smile that ensured it wasn’t an insult.
Dev.
He needed the prompt, though he had a difficult time focusing on the simple act of holding out her chair.
I don’t like what is being done to this girl, love. It’s pissing me off.
Steady, Dev. Trust that I know what I’m doing. She will come to no harm.
Chiyoko and Aapti had descended on the girl, despite her protests. Though he was disturbed by her cries, Dev couldn’t ignore the dripping slickness of Mary’s cunt. As Danny’s mind directed his attention there, he recognized undeniable evidence of a delicious mortification, a nectar she obviously fed upon in this depraved household. Aapti spread the maid’s legs and put her mouth to work on her, while Chiyoko straddled Mary’s face and made her eat her pussy. She massaged the girl’s breasts, pinching the nipples enough to earn yelps that vibrated pleasurably against her, if the way she tightened her knees on Mary’s skull and ground her sex in her face were any indication.
Danny had opted to let her chair stay somewhat away from the table, so he was startled when her hand drifted back. He moved forward a step or two, took the hand.
Step to the side of my chair, Dev. Put my hand on your cock. I want to feel how hard it is.
The two men were, of course, more absorbed in the women, but they were not ignoring Danny’s actions, either. Dev was in a room of hawks, whose sharp eyes missed nothing. He’d definitely never indulged in public displays like this. Maybe her command now was driven by spontaneous arousal on her part, goaded by the scene before them, but for some reason, nothing felt spontaneous.
However, when he hesitated, Ruskin’s gaze honed in on him. Anything that suggested less than complete loyalty could undermine her. He comprehended that. But she’d put him on the spot, hadn’t she? She wasn’t giving him any answers or direction, and though he was sure she could hear the questions, it seemed as if this quite significant choice was all his.
Keeping his eyes on the women, avoiding eye contact with the two men, for reasons that had nothing to do with pretended deference, he molded her palm over him, feeling the silken stretch of the erotically snug glove over her fingers, the bumps of her knuckles. He had to stifle his own groan. She teased his hard length, not at the easiest angle at the moment, having come to the erect state beneath the slacks and him still too much of a wowser to handle himself in mixed company. Mary made a plea, and Aapti gave her a hard, strong lick, worrying her clit, making her scream in short bursts. The Indian woman’s silken hair pooled on the floor. Indulging herself, Chiyoko reached past the struggling maid to stroke her fingers through it, straighten it, but then took one of the small pillows and forced the edge of it into Mary’s mouth.
“Bite down and be silent,” she commanded, and Dev knew the order had come from Ian, from the faint displeasure on his face at the noise.
“Now, in deference to Lord Charles,” Danny said, a quiet purr, keeping her eye on the women even as she let her knuckles glide across the straining fabric of Dev’s pants, “I did witness a marvelous entertainment in Berlin. They blindfolded a man, his body bound on a St. Andrew’s cross. It was unfinished wood, and they’d dragged him over it several times first, so splinters had embedded themselves in his back, his buttocks, thighs, the backs of his arms. It was rope crucifixion, but the cross was tilted to a forty-five-degree angle. The point was the edge of pain, not agony.
“They brought woman after woman to him, impaled them on his cock, and yet he didn’t know who or what he was fucking. They kept teasing him to arousal, never letting him release. It went on all night. Every once in a while, his Mistress would bring him water and food. The tenderness with which she fed him, stroked him, whispered to him of her pleasure—for it was all
for
her pleasure—
was so moving. Particularly the way he strained to kiss her, in a way he hadn’t strained for the others. Emphasizing that, for all of them, he was performing. But with her, it was no performance. That was the true artistry of it, seeing the contrast between what was real, and illusion. What was art and what was mere entertainment.”
“A romantic interpretation,” Ian scoffed. “Typical for a female.” Lord Charles lifted a shoulder. “Perhaps. But I think the point Lady Danny is making is a sound one. For younger vampires, it’s about cock and cunt. But simply skimming the surface of physical pleasures can sap the mind. To really live, a vampire must seek deeper, explore all the facets of who we each are, what drives us.
What the need for blood really means.”
“And we each interpret that differently.” Danny inclined her head to him, lifted her wine. Then she altered the direction of her gaze, considered Ian. He met her look with a studied one of his own, let his gaze drift down over her breasts. His intent focus moved to the way her hand stroked over Dev. When it resulted in a look of displeasure on Ian’s face, her lips curved, half invitation, half challenge. It gripped Dev’s gut unpleasantly, even as he couldn’t stop the occasional slight jerk into the knowledgeable grip of her hand. With her free one, she dipped her finger in her wine, trailed it down her neck pulse and lower, to the ripe curves that held Ian’s attention beneath her pendant. Distantly, Dev noted that Ruskin was keeping an interested eye on all of them.
Mary was making rapid, muffled bleats into the pillow. “Let’s tone it down some, ladies,” Danny commanded. “I want to draw this out, turn her into a mindless animal before she comes.”
I need your mouth, Dev. I want it between my legs.
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T his startled glance, her blue eyes, smoldering dangerously, lifted to his.
Yes. Right here, right now. Serve me before them.
Show them what you have that they do not. The ability to make me scream in pleasure, far louder than Mary.
Her grip flexed, causing his cock to convulse and hampering his ability to think clearly. He knew she’d already coaxed moisture from the tip with her knowledgeable fingers, for he could feel the damp spot in his shorts.
I won’t bugger that poor girl in front
of them, whether she comes or not.
Even though you can’t help thinking of it, bending her over the table and making her take every inch of you
? Her gaze flickered.
Like me, her capacity for pain is almost limitless, in human terms. You could cut her with your knife and she’d
curl her blood-soaked fingers around your wrist, plead with you to cut her again.
She was good, absolutely ruthless, but maybe because sharing thoughts like these made it impossible to completely block everything she felt, he caught something. He thought it might be pity. Or maybe that was just his futile hope.
I won’t do it, my lady. Play your games with them, not with me.
An idiotic thing to say, of course, as he stood before a group of strangers, letting her stroke him to the edge of spurting. He grimaced at her ironic brow.
Of course, I never said you had to bugger her before them. You imagined that. What if I sent her to your rooms after we
retire tonight, order her to stay there until you’ve fucked her to your heart’s content? That arse is perfect for you, soft,
like holding on to the two sides of a welcoming pillow.
The only arse I want is yours. The only woman I want is you. That’s why my cock is hard. Because you orchestrated this,
because you’re what’s driving all of us half mad with lust, the female alpha of the pack, and you bloody well know it.
Though he had the heat of anger, the surprised flash through her eyes at the deeper emotion behind it had him fighting the urge to put his hand on hers, tell her to give over, bring an end to this circus and let him sate her lust in the privacy of her rooms. Serve her in the way he knew she preferred. Knew it to the bottom of his soul.
But it didn’t change what she had to be in this company.
“Are you and your
nonservant
having a disagreement?”
Ian’s mocking voice grated on Dev’s nerves. He could piss off. Because Dev was about to make a damn fool of himself without his help. Summoning up a memory of Shakespearean theater and praying he didn’t look a total idiot, he dropped to one knee by Danny’s chair. Bowing his head, he let his hand fall, brush the toe of one slipper, let her feel the heat and strength of his palm as he closed his fingers around it. “My lady, how may I best serve you?”
When she’d talked about the Mistress feeding her blindfolded servant, her voice had thickened. In her rooms earlier, he’d realized there was a vulnerable core to a dominant woman that only the man who surrendered to her might get to visit, perhaps even dwell there forever, if he won the right to a permanently open door. As her fingers whispered over his ear, he felt the tremor, realized the truth of it again. But her voice, when she spoke, was almost indifferent, though laced with a glittering lust that would stimulate the other two men in the room. Whether to lust or fury, he was uncertain.
“You may pleasure me, Dev. Use your mouth. Show these two vampire lords what you can do for me.”
A pressure on his shoulder then, pushing him down. Then her hands were gathering the taffeta, the gold fabric draping over his head, and he understood. He bowed even lower as she adjusted, one slender leg under his arm, the other guided over his shoulder as he moved forward in the darkness, toward the scent of her arousal brought to the edge of the chair. He found her garter by touch, the attachment to her stocking, and he slid his thumb under it, following the stretched line of it up to her hip, while his other hand discovered the crease between thigh and bare sex. Christ, she’d been telling the truth. The only things under here were the garters, stockings and her.