All Souls’ Night: A Midnight Doms Boxset

by Renee Rose

  The lashes fall, like rain on a parched desert land. I arch my back to him, silently encouraging him.

  More.

  Harder.

  Faster.

  Please.

  My cries of pain are mixed with my mewls of passionate pleasure.

  “Bad girls don’t get pleasure.” The belt thuds to the ground. His hand wraps in my hair again, yanking my head back. He claims my mouth with his, his lips pressing harshly against mine, bruising them.

  “I’m going to take your beautiful, strapped ass now.”

  The blood in my veins turns to ice. Anal is not my favorite and he knows it, but it is the most primal act, the biggest act of ownership he performs on me.

  I have my safeword.

  I won’t use it. I can take it. I will take it. For him, and for myself.

  He blurs, and suddenly he’s behind me again. My thong is being pulled tightly along my slit. It feels like the world’s worst wedgie. He yanks it upward and I’m lifted straight off the bench.

  “Your underwear is soaked.” The sound of material tearing fills my ears, the fabric burning my skin as it is torn from my body. His hands squeeze my swollen, hot ass. The feel of his cock at the entrance of my sex has me hopeful… until I hear his laugh.

  He enters my wet, waiting, begging pussy with one long thrust. My sex happily obliges, and I lift my hips up and back, moving in a circular motion. Once, twice, three more times he pulls out and thrusts into my slickness. He pulls out the fourth time, and I feel the emptiness deep inside of me.

  “Don’t worry, you won’t be empty long. I’m about to own that ass.” My ass cheeks are spread by his rough fingers, goosebumps rising all over my body. It is time. I clench down, preparing.

  A sharp slap comes down hard on my upper thigh. I unclench my muscles.

  “Good girl.”

  The head of his cock is pressing against my asshole. He is thick and long. The thickest I’ve ever had. He stretches my pussy every time he enters it, no matter how frequently we have sex. It hurt my asshole—both times, I felt it for days afterward. His dick probes my tight hole, and I whimper as I feel the pressure. It is going to hurt… and I’m going to love it.

  The guttural half-groan in my ears is mine, as is the half-scream when he lunges forward, his cock tearing through my ring and penetrating me, firmly sinking to the very depth, his balls resting on the heated, freshly scalded skin of my ass. Bentley grabs my hair, holding it like a handle, lifting my head off the bench and straight up until I’m staring ahead into the dark redness of Club Toxic.

  I know the room is full. I sense people are watching. I can feel their eyes, their presence. It heightens the experience.

  “They all know who you belong to.” His words confirm that he is reading each thought that comes into my head. He fucks me then, holding nothing back, pounding my asshole like only he, the one who owns me, could possibly do. His pulsing orgasm shoots his cum deep into me, and he withdraws. I lie still, panting and used, over the horse, awaiting further instruction.

  I don’t have to wait long.

  “Open your mouth, Butterfly.” This time it isn’t his cock that is before me. A gold, diamond jeweled butt plug is held out. Mindlessly, I obey. I coat the plug with my saliva, knowing it might be the only lube he puts on it before it is inserted into me.

  I am right. The thick plug, lubricated only with my spit, is pushed into my well-fucked asshole. My muscles tighten around it, quivering as he forces it in. He twists it around, for effect, before pushing it to its hilt. He helps me stand then, pulling down my ball gown, smoothing out the wrinkles around me to the best of his ability. Undoing the ties of the rope, he massages the feeling back into my arms.

  “You will wear my cum in your ass for the rest of the night. May it be a reminder to whom you belong, and who possesses you.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “And Butterfly?”

  “Yes, Sir?”

  “Don’t let it fall out.”

  Chapter 7

  Again, I open and close the box holding the collar I have designed for Keri, making sure it is just right, before handing it off to Erik. Tonight is the night. The collaring ceremony at Toxic. I can’t wait to ask her to be mine… for all of eternity. I am as nervous as a teenager asking a girl out for the first time. What if she says no? Oh, but what if she says yes?

  Keri looks adorably sexy next to me, dressed as she is for the occasion. She fit in perfectly at the Day of the Dead parade in her sexy señorita costume. It’s an off-the-shoulder dress, with ruffled flared sleeves and an asymmetrically-cut black bodice that dips below the shoulder blades, adorned with sexy red roses. The ruffled, tiered skirt cascades to the floor on the left with a long slit going up the right, showing off her shapely legs and her matching red thong. Red and black polka dots adorn the skirt, and sleeves. I had her hair wrapped in a low bun with a red rose adorning it. I want her nape clean, clear, and ready for my bite.

  Before we left, I showed her the matching ruby red jeweled plug that I had ordered especially for her. I had entirely too much fun putting it in. I reminded her that I could always take it out, fill her ass with my hot cum, and re-plug her if she didn’t behave tonight.

  “I’ll be on my very best behavior.”

  “You’d better.”

  She has lived up to her end of the deal. The parade brought enjoyment to my little butterfly, but I found my enjoyment in simply watching her get pleasure from it. Her eyes lit up at the spectacles as they passed by, and her laughter filled me with joy. She oohed and ahhed over the costumes, the floats, and stilt walkers. She collected beads and candy, coming alive like a little girl. My enjoyment comes from hers, and she is having the time of her life.

  Now, we are back downstairs at Toxic. Tonight will be drama free. I have made sure that Nina is not on the guest list. If she shows, she will be turned away at the door. Tonight is about Keri and me. As we sit together in the large leather-backed chair, her legs wrapped around my waist, facing me, I listen to her babble on about everything she saw.

  “It sure was an interesting parade, wasn’t it?” I ask, my hands rubbing the bare skin on the back of her neck.

  “It was. I hope we can come back again next year and see it again!”

  “If that is what you want,” I confirm. “I will take you to Mexico, too.”

  “You want to take me a lot of places. To see the narwhals, to Mexico… I hope my boss allows me enough vacation time.”

  If I have it my way, you won’t be needing vacation time ever again. Now isn’t the time to talk about that, though. As I start to change the subject, we are approached. I sigh, letting the interloper know exactly how I feel about his presence.

  “Bentley, do you have a minute to talk business?” A vampire approaches. He looks familiar and yet, I can’t quite place him. Here? Now? He sees my hesitation. Tonight is supposed to be about Keri and me. It is bad enough that last night had work intertwined with pleasure.

  “You will want to hear this. It has to do with a certain monk…” he goes on.

  Now he has my attention. All of it.

  “Why don’t you go get us a drink at the bar? Actually, I want you to down a bottle of water, and then bring us two drinks. You need to hydrate after all of our excitement at the parade.”

  “Yes, Sir.” Although her eyebrow is raised with questions, Keri obeys me. I’ll make sure to reward her later.

  I listen in to her thoughts as she walks away. She is curious about the monk, upset that I’ve just dismissed her. Thinks I am still hiding things from her.

  I am.

  The monk in question is the monster who forcefully turned us after Erik and I were felled at the Battle of Hastings—not in a humane way, but instead using us as a violent, religious science experiment… the stuff nightmares are made of. A millennium might be long enough to heal some wounds, but it isn’t long enough to let me forget that month of hell living in a bird cage. When we finally escaped, no longer as humans but
as vampires, no longer enemies, but as brothers united by the hatred of one common enemy, we thought we’d left him behind, dead.

  Two hundred years later, we found out the truth. We should have stayed long enough to make sure he had stayed dead. Instead, he had been turned, by the vampire who turned us. One last act of vengeance before he walked out into the sun: he turned his captor into the one thing he hated more than anything else on the planet. Orderic has spent every day since trying to destroy the vampire species. He is on a hunt to find a cure or eradication for it. He hasn’t been successful yet, but he has grown in power and following, turning an army of vampires who hate vampires. He has it out for Erik and me, mistakenly believing it was one of us who turned him. Blinded by rage and revenge, he’s never allowed us to convince him otherwise.

  He is one of the reasons for the added security, privacy, and extra guns surrounding me. He’s my arch nemesis and I will finish him, if it is the last thing I ever do. He is the only reason I would allow tonight to be interrupted.

  Fuck.

  I wave Erik over. Whatever this guy has to say, Erik will want to hear it. Erik is even more raw in his anger than I am—we are pretty sure it was a group of Orderic’s vampires who killed Erik’s last love, his wife, in cold blood.

  “He says he has news about Orderic,” I tell Erik.

  “Name is Ableard.” He nods to Erik. Ableard. That’s right. The arms dealer. I remember him now. I’ve never had reason to distrust him.

  “Speak quickly because anyone who knows anything about Orderic automatically goes on my endangered species list, if you get my drift.” Erik clenches his fists at his sides.

  “I’m a weapons and arms manufacturer. My company designs individual one of a kind weapon systems. We also do a lot of private security work. The majority of my clientele are vampires and wolves. Most want specific weapons from the time they were turned, weapons which are hard to find, or they want to design their own.”

  I nod. I’m familiar with his work.

  “What does this have to do with Orderic?” Erik is getting impatient, very unlike his character.

  “One of his minions came to me recently, asked me specific questions about two weapons they want made. One is a telescope, and the other a loupe. They want to lace both with a specific, toxic new drug, which only affects vampires. It leaves you paralyzed completely on the outside, while you can still feel everything on the inside. This drug, in order to work, has to come in contact with saliva or body fluids. The best, fastest acting way of delivery is getting just a drop into the victim’s eyes…” He goes on to talk about the pathway to the neurological system and the acting effects of the drug.

  “How did you find out it was Orderic who wanted these pieces?” I ask.

  “The brand. The vampire had it. I had never seen anything like it before, knew it wasn’t from anyone around here. I asked Lucius about it, he said you two would be most interested in this information.”

  “He still hunts us,” I acknowledge. I use a loupe often in my work, it is what I look at the gems through, and Erik, a well-known astronomer, just today bought a house with a large telescope coming out of the top of it. In fact, he took a job as the head of astronomy at the local university as a cover.

  “Did you take the job?” I ask.

  “I did. They are paying in gold and diamonds. I took the job before I knew it was you they were looking to target. I told them it would take some time to get it all together, what with the request being as unusual as it is, and all.”

  “How long before the drop?” I inquire.

  “Six weeks.”

  “Gives us time to set up surveillance, get a team together, be there at the buy,” Erik says.

  “Yes.” I nod. I wouldn’t miss it.

  “When are you planning on leaving?” Erik asks me.

  “Not until August. Almost a year. She will have to get everything settled here, and I want to give her time to truly commit and understand.”

  “That should be more than enough time to take care of business,” Erik answers.

  “It has been almost a thousand years, Erik.”

  “Nine hundred and fifty-three since we escaped from him, but who is counting?” Erik laughs bitterly.

  “Let’s not make it nine hundred and fifty-four.” I pound him on the back. We both want revenge. Erik wants it more.

  “One thing is absolutely for certain: this time, Orderic will not get away. He will pay for his crimes and the bastard will die, once and for all.” Erik’s words are clear.

  I believe him. Orderic’s days are numbered.

  Keri approaches with drinks in her hands, her eyes sparkling. This conversation will have to be tabled. I have a beautiful girl to see to. There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that comes before her tonight.

  I stare at the collar in his hands. It is beautiful, perfect, personalized exactly to my tastes. White gold, beautiful blue sapphires, so deeply blue they are almost black, just like the ring I pointed out once to him, when I explained that I didn’t want a large diamond like on most engagement rings, but a sapphire, my favorite gem. I’ve always liked white gold over the traditional yellow color. This collar looks like something the Queen of England would wear, not a submissive being collared by her dominant.

  “I’ve had a daytime collar fashioned for you, Butterfly. It consists of a white gold butterfly charm with blue sapphire details. I believe you will love it. This will be our dress collar, for occasions like tonight, when we get dressed up and fancy. Do you like it?”

  “I love it.” It is the most gorgeous piece of jewelry I have ever seen in my life. It is so much more than jewelry, though—like a wedding ring, it has meaning. It is symbolic of our commitment to each other, of our power exchange dynamic, of the absolute trust and dedication to a lifestyle that many do not understand. It says: you belong to me, and I will take care of you.

  “Eternal devotion,” Bentley says, coming closer with it. “This collar represents my eternal devotion.”

  “But, you can’t… you are a vampire and I’m a human. You can’t be eternally devoted to me. When I die…” I pause, trying to find the correct words.

  “I don’t want you to die, Butterfly. This collar, it is so much more than anything I have ever given to any other woman. I am asking you if you will consider allowing me to turn you. It is dangerous and it is painful. But I will be there every step of the way. I will take you away from here to my castle in Rjukan, a small village in Norway. There, the sun doesn’t strike the valley for six months of the year. It is the best place to turn, as we can do it safely and get you accustomed to being a vampire without the fear of sunlight. It is beautiful, Butterfly. My castle is surrounded by mountains, and we have built the best vampire community, one where everyone is vetted and of the same mindset. It is a lot to ask, but I can’t imagine spending a day without you and what’s more, I don’t want to.”

  He wants to turn me. To make me a vampire. To live like they do. To drink blood. To watch everyone I love die, while I continue to live. To feel the deepest sorrow and grief he has ever felt, as he told me. I will also feel all the other emotions deeper: love, passion, happiness.

  “I thought… when we talked about this, you said that turning is only done in life or death situations?” I had asked him about turning just the day before.

  “That has been Lucius’s rule here, yes. But I don’t follow the same philosophy. I come and go as I please, I don’t really belong to one group of vampires or another, so to speak. It is not done often because of the risks, but, Butterfly, I am nearly a thousand years old. I’m not a new pup. I’ve supervised and turned several. I know what I’m doing. I’ve given this a lot of thought. I’ve set up a convalescence area in a country that is known for its darkness, a city where the sun won’t shine for six months. I’ll be there with you every step of the way. But the choice, as always, is yours.”

  “What if I say no? Will you still want me? Will you break up with me?” Is this an all or
nothing decision?

  “Of course I will stay with you, Butterfly, don’t you understand? I want to be with you, more than anything I have ever wanted, more than any woman I have ever loved. This is yours, regardless.” He holds up the collar. “I will love you whether it is for the rest of your life or the rest of our lives, eternally.”

  The choice is mine to make. I think about my life, my job, my friends, and my family. The before time in my life, before Bentley came along, and what it will be like if there is an after Bentley. A cold chill goes down my spine. I don’t want a single moment without him.

  “Ask me,” I say.

  He knows what I am saying with these two little words, and he does not disappoint.

  “Keri will you wear my collar? Will you by my submissive from this day forward until the end of our lives together? Will you allow me to possess you, body and soul, and turn you from human to vampire? If you say yes, I will consume you. There is not an inch of you I will leave untouched, no flesh of yours will go untasted, unmarked by me. I will love you, I will take care of you, and I will be loyal only to you. I will extract pleasure from your body in ways you didn’t know were possible, and I will bring it pain when you need to be corrected. I will never leave you or betray you. I promise all of these things.”

  “I want you to consume me. I want you to love me, and I will love you until the day of our deaths. I want to be ravished by you until I am a puddle of trembling flesh at your feet. I want to wear your mark so that everyone knows who I belong to. I desire to be turned by you, in that I will never spend another day in this life without you by my side. You complete me. I will honor you, learn from you, and be loyal to you. Please, Sir. I accept your collar, and your bite.”

  As he clasps the collar around my neck, he bends forward, and his lips kiss my throat gently. I feel the prick of his teeth as they pierce my skin. Molten lava flows through my veins, pumping fast and furious. I feel like I am going to faint. He suckles, like a babe at his mother’s tit. My clit begins to throb, the building in my body is intense. His hand goes to my throat, holding it steady, pushing it into his canines, and he takes a deeper bite. The orgasm washes over me and I scream from the pleasure. My legs tremble, they won’t hold me much longer.