by Abby Blake
“Misbehave again and you’ll find them in your dinner.”
“You wouldn’t,” she said, feeling the first hint of apprehension.
“Try me,” he said with a satisfied grin that proved he was quite capable of following through. She didn’t care if sautéed grasshoppers were full of nutrients. Just the thought of eating them made her feel ill.
“What’s your safe word, Amber?”
“Grasshopper,” she answered just a little nervously.
“Good girl,” Darian said as he turned her around and clipped the leather cuffs together. She didn’t have time to get nervous. He leaned down, lifted her over his shoulder, smacked her ass when she wriggled, and carried her into the bathroom.
The last words she heard from Wilson were “have fun.”
Chapter Five
Darian couldn’t believe the desire coursing through him. He’d always needed to dominate the woman he was with, but with Amber it just seemed so easy. Despite her inexperience, it felt perfectly natural to slip into the role of Dom to her sub.
He’d already set up the bathroom with everything he needed. Careful not to hurt her, he lifted Amber off his shoulder and set her on the vanity bench. He laughed softly when she sighed.
“What was that for?” he asked curiously.
“I thought by punishment you were maybe planning to use the leather belt in your bag.”
“Who says I’m not?” he asked just to see her reaction. She shifted uncomfortably. There was arousal there, but at this stage it was overruled by fear. He reached behind her and unclipped the leather cuffs. “Amber, I won’t ever do anything to deliberately hurt you, but I’m not a mind reader. That’s why you have a safe word.” He clipped the cuffs back together, this time in front of her body. He lifted her feet up onto the bench, tilting her upper body backward, and pulling her bottom closer to the edge. It gave him perfect access to her pussy and ass.
Reflexively she tried to close her legs, but he held them open easily. He arranged her folded arms under her breasts, lifting the soft globes up so that the hard nipples pointed straight at him.
“You look beautiful like this,” he said and then leaned in to lave his tongue over one taut nipple. She shook her head, obviously disagreeing. He slapped her thigh, biting gently on her nipple at the same time. “You don’t get to disagree with me, Amber. I said you’re beautiful like this. On this subject my opinion is the only one that counts.”
She opened her mouth to protest, but wisely closed it without making a sound. He nuzzled her breast again, his tongue swirling around the hard peak, before he sucked it into his mouth. She moaned, and he lifted his finger to her pussy, pleased to find her soft folds soaking wet with her arousal.
“I’m going to shave your pussy, princess, and then I plan to run my tongue over every inch to make certain that it’s silky smooth.” She moaned again, her pussy gushing more juice onto his fingers. “Would you like to use your safe word, Amber?”
“N–No,” she said breathlessly.
“Good girl,” he said before taking her lips with his own. He wedged his hips against her, holding her legs open as he threaded his fingers through her hair and very thoroughly explored the dark recess of her mouth with his tongue. His cock pressed hard against the thin cotton material of his pants, so he pulled her ass closer to the edge, rubbing his erection against her until they were moaning with need.
By the time he broke the kiss they were both panting hard, sucking for air in great gulping breaths.
“Stay still,” he warned her as he reached over and grabbed the things he needed. He shaved her quickly, his focus on not hurting her. She relaxed despite the uncomfortable position, and a surge of warmth ran through him. Until this moment he hadn’t realized how special the gift of trust truly was. He’d never really had a woman submit to his wishes the way this woman did. Not even the one he’d once planned to entwine his life with.
He finished up quickly, removed Amber’s cuffs and helped her to stand, and then turned her to the shower stall. In actuality he’d built the cabin into the natural landscape, creating a bathroom around the waterfall above. He used a combination of magic and camping equipment to control and filter the flow of water, but for the most part it was still like showering under a natural waterfall. He would never forget the pleasure in Amber’s eyes when she’d first laid eyes on the design a week and a half ago. She’d made him feel ten feet tall with her honest and pleased reaction.
He held her hand as she stepped into the flow of water, and then stood back to drag his own clothes off. He joined her a moment later.
“Am I allowed to talk?” she asked in a quiet voice.
“It sounds like the information in your head is providing more details on the Dom-sub lifestyle.”
She nodded and bit her lip. “The information is a little overwhelming, to be honest. I’m not sure I can explore all of that with you.”
“What is it that’s worrying you?” he asked, lifting his thumb to ease her beautiful lip from between her teeth.
“Piercings and blood play and serious pain and sca…” She seemed incapable of finishing the sentence. Fortunately she’d given him enough information to make him realize she didn’t just possess information about domination and submission but probably of all the different types of lifestyles that fell under the BDSM heading.
“It’s okay,” he said, pressing a quick kiss to her lips. “I only live a very small part of that lifestyle. I don’t like inflicting real pain. I will never deliberately cut you or force you into role-playing that makes you uncomfortable.” He smiled at the relief on her face. “To be honest there are some things in the lifestyle that don’t sit well with me either. I want your trust, not your fear. I won’t ever humiliate you, although I will punish you if you break my rules. I don’t enjoy public exhibition, but I’m happy to share you with Wilson. And I will never, ever, ignore you if you use your safe word.”
She nodded, wrapped her arms around him, and held on tight.
“What’s your safe word, Amber?”
“Grasshopper,” she said with a small smile and a quick kiss to his lips.
“Okay, I want you to remember that while I punish you. If you say ‘grasshopper,’ everything stops. Okay?”
“Okay,” she said with a quick nod and a slightly nervous smile.
* * * *
Amber was so relieved to hear Darian deny needing some of the more extreme BDSM lifestyles that she nearly missed the part where he used his fingers to open her folds and let the water trickle over her clit. She gasped as the tepid water caressed the suddenly supersensitive skin.
“You’ll feel everything more keenly without the hair,” he said, running his fingers over her pussy lips once more. “Turn around and bend over.”
She felt her eyes widen at his request, but took a deep breath, turned around, and stuck her bottom in the air. His hands glided over the wet skin, his fingers sliding up and down the crease of her ass as he knelt behind her. She shivered as his tongue touched her denuded folds, his fingers pushing up into her pussy as he continued his “inspection.”
Over and over he wriggled his tongue over her pussy, his fingers curling inside her and hitting a spot she hadn’t known existed. She was on the verge of orgasm, shaking all over, ready to explode into a million tiny pieces when he pulled away.
She whimpered her disappointment, but the hard slap on her butt cheek stole her voice.
“Quiet,” he said, caressing her spine in soothing, sweeping motions, keeping her on the edge of arousal but not letting her fall over. “You don’t get to decide when you come. That’s my decision, and since this is punishment…” His words trailed away as he thrust his tongue into her pussy, spearing into her over and over hard and fast.
This was punishment?
She was shaking, shivering, quaking all over when he pulled away once more. She couldn’t call back the whimper that escaped her. The harsh slap barely hurt at all.
“Don’t you
dare,” Darian said with a soft chuckle. “If you come again without permission, your punishment will be far worse.”
“Just for curiosity’s sake,” she said breathlessly, “how much worse?”
He laughed again, this time the sound taking on a much darker tone. “I will tie you to the bed, and fuck you over and over without letting you come. I have ways of stopping your orgasm. At the moment I’m asking for your self-restraint, but I will use sneaky warlock measures if you misbehave.”
She nodded, not doubting him for one moment. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, and tried really hard to take her arousal down a notch or two.
“Good girl,” he said, thrusting his fingers into her pussy and undoing all her good work. She was so close to going over the edge that this time she actually sighed in relief when he pulled away. She lost count of how many times he brought her to near orgasm and then forced her to relax. When he finally turned her around, lifted her against the smooth rock face of the waterfall, and thrust his cock hard and deep into her pussy, she almost cried with sheer relief. But this time she didn’t go over, didn’t give in to her body’s baser desires, she held on to her control for all she was worth. Hell, if he could manipulate her this easily without magic, she sure as hell didn’t want to try punishment a warlock’s way.
He thrust frantically a few times, but then slowed down, fusing his mouth to hers as he slid into her pussy and held still. “Beautiful,” he said as he lowered her feet back to the ground and pulled away once more. She bit her lips together, determined not to make a sound. “Good girl.” He grabbed her arm, spun her around, pushing her hands against the wall as he pushed her legs wider and lifted her hips to where he wanted.
The slap to her pussy was so unexpected that she cried out in shock, the sting far more arousing than painful. But then he pushed his fat cock inside her, and she gasped, trying desperately not to orgasm. He grabbed her clit and finally whispered the words she’d needed to hear—“Come, now!”
And holy heavens, she did. Everything inside her went into meltdown, every inch of her shook in relief, every nerve ending pulsed with satisfaction, and wave after wave after wave of liquid heat swelled and ebbed through her body. Darian held still inside her, his cock throbbing in time with her pussy’s caress.
“Beautiful,” he said again as her orgasm finally ebbed, and he started thrusting into her pussy hard and fast. Her rode her savagely, dragging her against him again and again, taking her, owning her, claiming her for his own as his fingers pinched her clit and he growled, “Come again.”
She didn’t disappoint, her pussy pulsing and gripping him as he thrust to the hilt inside her and pulsed his cum deep into her body.
“Condom,” she whispered almost fearfully. She couldn’t shake the fear that she’d fall pregnant to either of these men.
The slap on her thigh had her moaning even though she wasn’t certain why.
“I didn’t forget,” he said as he eased away from her and discarded the used prophylactic. “Your lack of faith in me is quite disappointing.” He said the words with a smile in his voice, so she knew he wasn’t as upset as his words suggested but his growled “stay where you are” didn’t bode well for her.
He stepped out of the shower area but returned almost immediately. Whatever he intended to do to her he’d obviously planned for in advance. The thick, slippery finger against her anus was quite a shock. She lifted onto her toes when it pushed inside.
“Um,” she said, wondering whether or not to tell him she’d never done this before.
“Relax, Amber.” It wasn’t a request. “You’re very tight so I’ll need to stretch you before I can fuck your ass.” He thrust his finger into and out of her back passage slowly, each time going a little deeper, stretching her a little more. His finger was soon replaced with something round and thick, and she gasped as he pushed it slowly into her ass. “This is a butt plug. I was going to save it for another day, but since you can’t seem to behave, I expect you to keep it in for at least the next hour.”
“An hour?” she asked before she could stop herself. Her ass was already burning, the thick part of the plug stretching her far more than his finger had done.
“One hour,” he said as the widest part finally slipped into her body and her anus closed around what felt like a slimmer part. She could feel pressure against her skin, so she assumed it had some sort of wide base stopping it from going any deeper.
“Perfect,” Darian said as he leaned down and pressed a kiss to her buttocks. His finger traced over something that seemed to be the shape of a hand. “I like seeing my handprint on your ass. You might have to misbehave more often.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said, sighing softly. “Unless I find bugs in my salad and then all bets are off.” Darian turned her around, pulled her into his embrace, and simply laughed with her.
* * * *
Wilson heard every word, every sigh, every movement. Sometimes vampire hearing had severe disadvantages. He was so hard the leather of his pants threatened to bust at the seams. Add that to the fact that he could still taste her delicious blood in his mouth, and his ability to do his job was severely compromised.
Shit.
He moved about the room, inspecting the wards that shimmered around the cabin. It was near-invisible even to vampire eyes, but at least they had an early-warning system set up. Anyone who came within a hundred feet of the building would cause a ripple effect in the protection layer. He’d literally see the movement of the field. Darian, of course, would feel it since it was his magic keeping the thing in place.
If anyone managed to get within twenty feet, a deafening alarm would sound. If the noise didn’t incapacitate the intruder, the warlock and the vampire would. Still, when he saw the first ripple, he dismissed it as one of the larger creatures moving around the undergrowth. But as the ripple got larger and the person got closer, it became very obvious that their position was compromised.
“Shit,” Darian whispered in a voice only loud enough for a vampire to hear. Hopefully he was signaling for Amber to stay quiet. Depending on who or what approached, they might miss the ward’s energy if they didn’t have any human-type sounds to back it up.
Wilson used his natural speed to move to the bathroom area, signal Darian, and then head toward their intruder. There seemed to be only one presence, too big to be a single pixie, but certainly not large enough to suggest more than one human-sized man.
He wasn’t surprised to realize it was someone he knew—Amber had already told him the traitor was working as a PUP—but he was quite relieved to realize the man wasn’t part of PUP Squad Alpha. His surprise attack worked well, the warlock dropping at his feet in an unconscious heap a moment later.
Sparing a moment to grab a rope from Darian’s leather bag, Wilson returned quickly and tied the man’s hands and feet before carrying him into the cabin. One of the protection wards Darian had created meant that he was the only one capable of doing magic inside the field, so it would effectively neutralize Jed Mathewson’s magic.
Chapter Six
“I need clothes,” Amber whispered as Darian concentrated on his protection wards. He sensed the exact moment that Wilson incapacitated the intruder, and sighed in relief when the vampire brought their captive inside and tied him to a chair.
It wasn’t a complete shock to realize the traitor they’d been warned of was a warlock, but the man’s identity was still surprising. Darian had never actually met Hannah, but he’d read several of the reports that credited Jed Mathewson with saving her life at least twice.
Darian moved to a recessed shelf and pulled out a light cotton robe for Amber to cover her nudity. She seemed surprised, and maybe a little annoyed, by the fact that it was longer and covered more of her than any of the other clothes he’d offered her since they’d gotten here. He simply gave her a wink and patted her beautiful behind.
She hissed at the reminder. “The plug?”
“No, the plug is pu
nishment. Not even an intruder is going to get you out of that.”
She looked annoyed enough to want to thump him, but ground her teeth together and nodded instead.
“Stay close to Wilson,” he ordered as he grabbed her hand and led her into the main room.
* * * *
Jed was just waking up when Darian and Amber came through the bathroom door. Darian guided Amber into Wilson’s embrace and then turned to face the other warlock.
“You look a lot younger than last time we saw you,” Darian said with a note of disdain. “Trying to hide your identity perhaps?”
Jed didn’t look impressed. “No, actually, I went through the rejuvenation spell so that I could help protect the Oracle’s receptacles. I was searching for Lilly Wicks when I stumbled onto your tunnel signature.”
“So you thought you’d just drop by for a visit.”
Jed rolled his eyes, seeming really pissed at the interrogation. Considering that the man was most likely the traitor who’d gotten Hannah killed and put the others at risk, Wilson didn’t give a shit what the warlock felt.
“I dropped by,” Jed said, sounding like he was grinding his teeth, “because Benjamin hadn’t heard from you and was worried.” He looked them both over with barely leashed anger. “Or did you forget that you were supposed to check in every forty-eight hours?”
Darian let that comment hang, not bothering to defend their actions. They’d both made the decision together not to use the bounce tunnels. Of course that meant they weren’t able to check in with their boss either. Considering that they’d already had one Oracle’s receptacle killed while under PUP Squad Alpha and Deeks Security professional protection, Wilson and Darian had agreed it was an acceptable course of action. They’d probably get all sorts of lectures once this was over, but as long as Amber was still alive they’d happily pay the price.
