by Joey Hill
“I’ve never been carried so much in my life.”
“Is that bad?”
She shook her head, increased her hold around his neck. When he lowered her to the seat next to the miniature grotto, she hung on so he went to one knee by her, keeping his arm around her waist, the other over her thighs, hand curved over one. She remembered, loosening her legs so if he wanted to go farther between them he had access, but he held off on that now.
Lifting his other hand, he closed it over hers to take it under the water, like he had in the shower, only this time they watched the sun warm her skin and he felt her wistfulness over that. “Magic doesn’t exist everywhere,” she said.
“Depends on what you call magic. I see it pretty much everywhere.”
She closed her eyes. “But there are places where it can’t exist.”
“Only if you refuse to believe in it.” He turned her hand over, watched the water glittering off her wet skin. “Most of us wear different faces to cope with our daily lives, my lady. If we can wear the honest one behind closed doors, with at least one person we can trust, it makes the other faces bearable. Even helps us enjoy them more, see the good things about those different aspects of who we are.”
“Have you had someone you can trust?” She sought his gaze. “I never asked if you’d been married, or had someone before.”
“A couple relationships, but I was too caught up in my military career to give them the time they deserved. It’s only since I’ve been here that I’ve realized it’s time…to go a different way.”
She didn’t want to think of other women. He detected an intriguing spurt of bloodlust at the thought, his fiery submissive. But other thoughts poured into her mind. She needed him to need her now, use her now. Make her feel like his submissive. Their conversation unfortunately had reminded her she would have to do without soon enough, making her even hungrier for everything he could demand of her now. She didn’t want to sleep, even if the night’s exertions and the encroaching sun were trying to pull her into sleep.
He could oblige her, since apparently even a temporary third mark made his cock spring to attention at the mere thought of sex, but he was pretty sure that wasn’t what she truly needed. He wasn’t going to rush a damn thing, because for him, this wasn’t a ten day proposition. He took her back to the bed, though, reattaching the tether to the choker. Feeling her yearning stare, he hooked the chain to the bed post.
“Eyes down, my lady. No looking through my mind. One way only for now.”
He felt a spurt of resentment at that, but he knew how to counter it. “Show me attitude and you’ll sleep alone.”
He rummaged through the plentiful supplies in the drawer and chose a fleece-lined cuff, another length of chain. He attached the cuff to her ankle and tethered it to the bedrail, slid himself up behind her.
“What are you doing?”
“Sleeping here, as I said.” He cupped her breast, squeezed. “Making sure you stay where I put you so if I wake up in the middle of the day with a hard dick, my sub can take care of that. But go to sleep for now. I’ll wake you if I need anything.”
“We don’t wake up at the height of sunlight,” she said testily. “Not without great persuasion.”
“I’ll have to be persuasive. Or let you wonder what wicked things I did to you while you were out.”
She let out a sigh petulant enough to make him smile. Usually he’d punish that kind of behavior, but he could feel enough things roiling inside her to know it ran deeper than bratting.
The way her eyes had glazed when he chained her had been distracting, to say the least, so he compromised. He slid his fingers between her legs, made sure she was ready for him. She was. He fitted his cock to her cunt, pressed inward until he was seated. He grunted a reproof as she squeezed down, rubbed her gorgeous ass against him.
“Cut it out,” he admonished with a slap of her thigh. “We’re going to lie here for a bit, just like this. I decide when it’s time for us to fuck. Understand?”
She let out an erratic breath as he pinched a nipple, found it pebble hard. Shit, this was going to be as much of a punishment for him as it was a lesson for her. But he wouldn’t be led around by his dick.
“Tonight we’re going to go the 24/7 area. I want to show you off as mine, around other subs and Doms. Would you like that?”
“Yes. I think so.” She hoped so. It was something she’d imagined, but he also caught a niggling reluctance her mind couldn’t define. He felt some of the same himself, wanting to keep her all to himself. But he’d give her the full Eden experience. A throaty sound broke from her as he increased the pressure on the nipple.
“You’ll see all sorts of things there, everything from public sex to Doms playing chess with the board balanced on the bare back of a sub.”
“Have you seen that?”
“Yeah. They hooked him up to a fucking machine, spread his arms out wide enough they could put a sub beneath him to suck his dick while they played. It was to see how long he could manage before toppling the board. After which they both fucked and caned him as punishment.”
Feeling her shiver, he dropped a kiss on her throat. “You like that, do you? Imagining yourself in his place?”
“That’s what I do with Fran. When she tells me stories about her experiences as a servant, I imagine myself as her. But she doesn’t have access to my mind, not the way you do. It’s the first time I’ve been able to let myself show…why I like the stories. Will you tell me more…”
She paused. “May I call you Master?”
“Yeah. From here forward, whenever you want. And whenever I demand it.” At the wave of pleasure from her mind, he increased his hold on her. “Though I’ll live to regret it, I’m sure. Whenever you call me Master, I’m tempted to give you any damn thing you want. For a price.”
She let out a half chuckle, groaned as he moved inside her. “I want to do everything to you I’ve ever done or thought about doing to a sub, you know that?” He felt her shiver again.
“I’d stay so distracted I couldn’t think.”
“That would be the point. I’d do a hundred things every day, big and small, physical and mental, to remind you that, no matter what you’re facing, you belong to me. You have a Master who cares for you, who knows you, who needs you.”
She stilled at that, swallowed under his hand when it closed over her throat, caught the chain. “Do you like wearing this?”
“Yes. So much.”
“We’ll figure out something like it you can wear all the time.”
“Tell me other stories of what you’ve seen. Please?” He was scaring her, he knew. Taking her down that path she couldn’t go, intruding on her fantasy of what was possible.
“We have a water tank with a platform over it. A frame is welded to the platform so you can suspend or restrain your sub multiple ways. You lower the platform into the water until it laps at her chin. Just like water guns at a carnival shooting gallery, the tank has jet hoses you can aim at the sensitive points, to stimulate or make her come that way. They work with the tank dry or filled, so if a Master wants to do it with the tank empty, make the roar of the hoses against the glass part of the experience, he can. That assault on the senses can make the sub feel even more out of control.”
He saw her absorb that image, felt her muscles clench him even tighter. He took a steadying breath. He reminded himself he was trying to teach her about deprivation, the pleasures of waiting on his command, yet all he wanted to do was fuck her like he was a damn rabbit. He cleared his throat. “You can also fit her with an oxygen mask and take her beneath the water, deprive her of her hearing and sight. For extreme edge play, you take her under water without the mask, so she has to trust you to reverse the platform, bring her back up in time to breathe. Not all subs can handle that,” he added.
Vardalos didn’t trust guest Dominants with it either, mandating that a Club Sin staff member handle the water controls at all time. Even if the visiting Dom was calling the shots, the st
aff member had override power. Garron had done water platform duty plenty of nights. Protecting the guests from themselves as well as from each other was as much the job as anything else.
“There’s other edge play stuff as well,” he concluded. “Plenty of methods to see how much of your sub’s trust you’ve earned.
She was feeding on his description, still milking his cock with those little involuntary contractions. He was just as bad, realizing he was pushing against her in a slow, short rhythm, keeping his cock moving forward and back in small increments inside her. She made a soft sound as he toyed with her nipple, keeping his grip over the choker on her throat to add to her passion.
As hot as they made each other, trust was the crux of it all, wasn’t it? She might be an amazing supernatural creature, but trust worked the same across species. He knew what level of it he wanted from her, but he had no way of earning it unless she let him leave the island with her. A chicken and egg dilemma.
“Will you tell me more?”
“No. I want your fantasies. Tell me every wicked thing you’ve imagined or feared a Master doing to you. I want to know what limits I can push, break and destroy.”
She quivered, but he saw it unfold in her mind and gave her throat a little squeeze. “Say it aloud, my lady.”
“It’s one that can never happen, but I imagine…you commanding me to my knees in front of the entire Vampire Council. Just to touch my face, but it says…I belong to you, not the other way around. When it happens, everything in me…sighs with relief.” She paused. “There were lots of times over the past century I thought it would be better to come out with it like that, and die honest. True to myself. Since I became overlord, I buried that feeling. At least until I decided to come here.”
The resigned way she said it gave him a spurt of fear, and he slid both arms around her, thrusting even deeper, earning a surprised gasp from her.
“If I thought for an instant you would ever try to hurt yourself, Kaela, I’d never allow you to leave.”
“How would you stop me?” she said dully. “When it comes down to it, Garron, all of this is because I allow it, isn’t it?”
He thought carefully about that. He’d told her to stay out of his head, but when he did allow it—or she forgot, as he expected she’d do for a while out of long habit or to protect herself—she could see how he picked up and discarded thoughts like clothes until he found the one to wear. In the meantime, she’d know everything in his wardrobe about the topic. But maybe that was okay. If she was following his mind, just like he was following hers, it was like learning a new language, where you had to weed through the different statements, questions and random interjections to find out what was truly being communicated. To learn the nuances, what was true and what was chaff.
“You’re a vampire. Your life has been about what you can fight to achieve, how not to let another force you to their bidding. Dominant and submissive interactions aren’t about choice and free will, are they?”
She shook her head. “It always depends on the motive of the vampire, what they want from you, what you’ll let them believe they can have. It never ends.”
“So your time with your human servant is your only real down time. Except you haven’t even had that, because you’ve had to be something else. Until now.” He coiled his arms tighter around her, withdrew and thrust back in, closing his eyes at how good she felt, clutching him with those slick inner muscles. “Kaela, would you say the time you spent with Jared was the best time of your life?”
Yes. It was there before she could stop the thought, and he made a quiet, admonishing noise.
“There’s no need to censor yourself. You loved him, he loved you, and you were able to be honest and open with one another about your needs, your desires. You’re in a position to know just what a fucking gift that was. He was your Master, and you would have served him however he demanded. Yet because there was love, he would never have demanded more than you were able to give. Than you were willing to give. It was a choice. Yes, you allow me to be your Master. I accept you as my submissive. There’s nothing more powerful and frightening than choice. It’s the field on which courage and love are tested.”
“You do know I’m almost two hundred years old. Far wiser than you.”
“Supposedly.” He chuckled as she kicked at him with her free leg, and dropped his hand to grip her thigh, stilling her with the firm pressure there. “You are stronger than I am, Kaela. Wiser in many ways. I’m honored to have such a talented, beautiful, strong woman at my command. Begging for my cock, squirming beneath my hand when I punish her. Making her cunt slippery, feeling how she needs everything I’m doing to her, so she can let go of all of it, just to be a creature of pure feeling and energy.”
He moved his fingers up to her mouth, teasing her lips, stroking the tips of her fangs, scraping the pad of one finger beneath one to test its sharpness. “I’m not going to ask how you learned to go down on a man without driving these into his tender parts.”
“You didn’t seem afraid of that.”
“I don’t fear you in any way, my lady. You’re mine. Your heart is inside me.”
He started to move again, slow strokes that built her up to a shimmering peak. Reaching in front of her, he found her clit, kneading it until she came once more, bringing him over that same pinnacle. They shared a quiet, intense climax, one that left them both resting on the same hazy cloud of awareness.
He stroked her hair, kissed her shoulder, her temple, her throat, adjusting his head on the pillow so his breath bathed her pulse there. He stayed inside her, his arms around her. When he could tell she’d closed her eyes, those lovely long lashes likely fanning her cheeks, he spoke again.
“Sleep. Dream good dreams of all the things your Master will demand when you wake.”
It was like a vacation, the kind humans took. For a week they could be playful, whatever they wanted to be, in a new and exotic location. That was what she was telling herself as she drifted off. As well as reminding herself to live only in the moment, not think about what would come after, when she had to walk away from all of it. Yet no matter how far she went, she wanted to always feel that tether, Garron’s collar on her throat. It might even make life after Eden bearable.
Garron grimaced. Or far worse. If she didn’t agree that this could go beyond the island, he might have stripped her coping mechanisms, opened her up to self-destruction. That would be unbearable to them both.
Chapter Nine
The 24/7 play area of the island was truly an adult playground. It had several pools, gardens, a five-star restaurant, movie theater, and endless indoor/outdoor stations like playgrounds, equipped to allow public scenes. There was even a paint ball arena. It was a resort within the Eden resort.
Garron had been with her when she woke at dusk and given her that fantasy she’d imagined for so long—what would happen if she woke in her Master’s arms. He’d stretched her out, cuffed her to the bed, and taken her thoroughly, bringing her to climax. Straddling her head after, he’d put his turgid cock in her mouth, compelling her to suck him. But he wasn’t done.
She was deeply thrilled and slightly terrified that the temporary third mark seemed to have an important trait that the “real” one did—endless sexual stamina for the marked servant, a necessity to keep up with the libido of a vampire Master or Mistress.
He’d unclipped the chains holding her cuffed ankles and fixed them to the headboard, her knees pushed up to her shoulders. He’d fucked her ass that way, kneeling on the bed, her hips cradled in his big hands. This time he reversed what he’d done the previous day. He gave himself no less than three orgasms before he was done, and only allowed her one at the beginning, leaving her aching, throbbing and crazy with lust. When she hissed at him in frustration, he’d flipped her on the bed and used a switch on her until pain balanced the pleasure and she’d minded her manners again.
God, the more he did to her, the more she wanted. Needless to say, he’d made sure
he and his demands were her only focus. The only thing he’d allowed her to wear to the outdoor area was a thin short robe and his choker. At least until they reached the gate, where an attractive male sub with dark skin, pale blue eyes and rippling dark hair gave them admittance. He was wearing skin tight pants that left no doubt he was circumcised—and erect. Garron gave her a tap when she realized she was staring and she lowered her eyes, suppressing a smile at his grumble in her mind.
Don’t make me blindfold you, woman.
The sub asked in a voice like honey if Garron wanted to check anything at the door. In answer, Garron removed her robe and handed it over, leaving her naked except for his choker and the leash he attached to it. As they stepped past the gate, there were enough people within range that she felt their eyes upon her. Being naked like this in front of them was more unsettling than she’d expected.
Garron put his hand on her, fingers caressing her upper buttock. “I’m the only one here that matters, my lady. Keep your focus on me.”
He’d worn slacks, polished shoes and a gray silk shirt open at the throat. It made him look insanely attractive, which she hadn’t expected, probably because his scarring and shaved head suggested he’d always look best in jeans, bad boy biker wear, or something in between. Yet the shirt and slacks were tailored to his powerful body, and his grace, the mantle of authority he carried, made him mesmerizing. Breathtaking, if she had breath to take.
She realized the reason for his outfit when she looked around. While all forms of fetish wear were permitted, including full nudity like hers, if a guest was dressed, it seemed they were expected to be dressed up. No jeans and T-shirts, no swimsuits outside the pool area unless it was necessary to display the submissive according to the Master or Mistress’s desires. Male waiters moved around with trays of hors d’oeuvres, champagne and wine. Waitresses dressed like sexy cigarette girls carried containers of high quality sex toys, wipes and small samples of lubricants. A Dom could have everything he or she desired with a snap of the fingers. It explained why Garron wasn’t carrying any supplies with him. Nothing to distract from the pleasure and fantasy of being here.
