by Zoey Marcel
Her lips quivered. “You want me to be your sub?”
“No, Claire. A sub would imply a mutual relationship with the Dom and safe words and rights. You will have none of those. For the next month you’re going to be my slave. You will do, say, eat, wear and be whatever I tell you to.”
“No safe word?” Dakarai looked concerned. “She is such a tiny thing.”
“She is also more demon than human. She will be capable of enduring whatever I decide to give her. I won’t torture or harm her, but I intend to punish her as I see fit. I’m not training her for a month only to have her use her safe word the night before the show and have no trained replacement.” Joaquin turned back to Claire. “These are the terms, Claire. Take them or leave them.”
She swallowed, appearing to weigh her decision carefully. “What happens at the end of one month?”
“After the show I will look for a proper replacement for you and you will be free to go.”
“Will I be paid for this?”
He snorted. “No. You will continue your bartending duties, for which you will be paid.”
“But if I’m only going to be working for you for one more month, how will I have enough to live on when I leave here?”
Joaquin was very tempted to tell her to just stay with them permanently if that was the case, but he didn’t say this. “I will provide you with a place to live after that time.”
Her eyes widened in surprise. “Wow. Thank you. You won’t break any of my bones or accidentally kill me, will you?”
He glared at her. “You insult me. Just because I’m a vampire doesn’t mean I pinch off my subs or torture them. I know what I’m doing.”
“Will we be having sex at any point during the next few weeks?”
He tried to gauge whether this thought excited or disgusted her, but she kept her face pretty neutral at the moment. “That is for me to decide. If you have a problem with that then say no and walk now.”
“Is it all right if I stay here during that time, since I don’t have anywhere else to go?”
“I would prefer it that way, yes. You will sleep in our room.”
She seemed surprised. “You share a room with Dakarai?”
Joaquin tapped his foot and sighed impatiently. “Yes or no, Claire?”
She nodded cautiously. “Yes.”
He tried to suppress the satisfied smile but felt it creeping up his face. He felt a keen sense of satisfaction when he saw her trying in vain to hide her smile too.
“Where will I sleep?” Nex asked.
“I told you that you could go,” Joaquin reminded him.
“I’m not leaving Claire.”
Damn him. He was going to be an obstacle, wasn’t he? “I don’t allow freeloaders. If you want to stay, then you have to make yourself useful.”
“What would you like me to do?”
“Since I will be busy training her, Brad will be needed on the floor to supervise the clients and make sure everyone is being safe and no one is killing each other. I will have him train you to fill in for him as a bouncer.”
“What is a bouncer?”
“Someone who keeps the order and throws out troublemakers.”
Nex grinned. “I would be very happy to do that for you.”
“Good. Then you can sleep in the spare room next to ours, but if you do anything that displeases me or if you harm, maim, or kill anyone who comes into this club or anyone else in this town, you’re out. Do you understand?”
Nex didn’t look like he appreciated being given orders and had probably never followed any in his life, but he glanced over at Claire and then nodded. “Aye.”
Dakarai followed Joaquin, tugged on his arm and whispered, “At least give her a safe word for the first few days. She has a low opinion of our kind. Prove her wrong and see how she can handle a few days or a week of this. If she feels like she has a way out, it might make her less likely to take it even after you remove her safe word. I know you say you only want her blood and her body, but I know you, Joaquin. You want more than that from her, whether you want to admit that or not. The only way to obtain that is to gain her respect and trust first.”
Joaquin glowered at him. The old bastard knew him well. “Claire, you will have a safe word for two days. After that time I’m taking it away and you’re in it for good.”
She seemed relieved by this sudden change of plans and relaxed a bit. “Thank you. What is my safe word?”
Joaquin thought for a moment and looked over at Nex. “Tiger.”
Nex glared at him.
Joaquin glanced at Claire before turning to leave again with Dakarai. “Oh, and, Claire, don’t even think about sleeping around during these next few weeks. If you have sex at all, it will be on my terms and with whom I decide. Understand?”
She blushed and nodded.
“I can’t hear you when you nod, Claire.”
“Yes.”
“You will refer to me as Master and to Dakarai as Sir.”
“Okay…Master.”
“Good. Now get dressed and gather your things. You will be staying in our room.”
* * * *
Claire was given instructions to strip down to her bra and panties that night. Upon doing so, Dakarai commanded her to get on all fours on the floor in their room. She obeyed, watching in the mirror as he placed a glass of water on her back.
“Hold perfectly still,” he said calmly before presenting her with a hard-boiled egg. “Open your mouth, but don’t bite down on it.”
She took the slippery egg into her mouth, wanting desperately to eat it. She loved eggs and earlier Dakarai told her to boil a bunch, but she wasn’t permitted to eat one.
“Now, I will be downstairs with Joaquin. I want you to stay perfectly still and make sure this glass of water doesn’t fall over. Don’t spill any of it and don’t eat the egg or bite down on it. Just keep it in your pretty mouth while I’m gone and don’t move from that position. Do I make myself clear? Blink twice for me if the answer is yes.”
Claire blinked twice and he smiled.
“Good girl.” Dakarai kissed the top of her head gently before standing and leaving. He closed the door behind him and she was left all alone in their bedroom.
At first she focused quite hard on keeping still and holding that egg in place in her mouth, but her arms soon grew tired and her mouth salivated from the yummy egg in it. It really wasn’t fair to make her cook them and not allow her to eat them and then to put one in her mouth and not tell her how long she must stay like this.
“What do you have to say for yourself?” Rochelle asked sternly.
Claire rolled her eyes. “Not now. I’m trying to concentrate.”
“Yes, now! You threw away your virginity and now you’re sitting here like an idiot because some bloodsucking demon told you to. What if they want you to sleep with them? Will you agree to that, too?”
Claire tried not to moan at the enticing thought.
“Whore! You would, wouldn’t you? You make me sick!”
The glass wobbled and Claire tried to still herself, but watching in the mirror made her overcompensate to keep it on her back and the glass tipped. She squealed in alarm and reached behind her to catch it with her hands. Some of it spilled, but she kept most of it in the glass. Hopefully they wouldn’t notice any was missing, though it might be a good idea to get something to wipe up the small wet spot on the floor and her back.
She groaned with concern when she felt her teeth clamped down on the egg. In her panic over the falling glass, her control had slipped and she accidentally bit the little thing. She pulled it from her mouth and grimaced. The yellow yolk was peeking out at her and part of the egg white flopped loosely like a flap that barely concealed it. Well, she may as well eat it now, since it had obviously been bitten. She would enjoy this egg and then replace it with another one from the fridge before they got back to check on her.
Claire drank some of the water, intending to fill that too. She found a black
robe in their closet and crept into the hall. She refilled the glass, hoping the water level came to its original mark. She doubted Dakarai had measured exactly. She grabbed another egg and made it back into the bedroom, quite pleased with herself that she’d made it back before them. She hung the robe back up and stuck the new egg in her mouth. Getting on all fours and trying to put the glass on her back without spilling proved a difficult challenge, but somehow she succeeded.
Her eyes widened when she felt the wet spot on the floor under her knee, but it was too late to dry it now. Someone was coming. Since she was hiding it with her knee, they might not notice. Of course, it also meant she had moved a few inches from where Dakarai had placed her originally. Hopefully he didn’t catch onto this.
Dakarai came in with Joaquin and they studied her for a minute. Did they know?
“I guess you were right about her, Dakarai. She’s been a good girl from the looks of it.” Joaquin knelt in front of her and held out his palm. She spat the egg out for him. “No bite marks.”
Dakarai picked the glass up off her back to examine it. “This glass hasn’t been spilled. It’s strange, though. I only filled it up to slightly under this line and now it is filled completely to the line. How does one end up with more water than one put in?”
“Are you sure that’s where you filled it to? Perhaps you’re remembering wrong, because that would mean Claire was a bad girl, and we know that’s impossible,” Joaquin said sardonically.
Claire tried not to wince at the sarcasm in their words. She hoped it was only her imagination.
“You may eat this egg now, Claire.” Joaquin fed it to her and pulled her to her feet. “We should all eat eggs. How many were left when you last counted, Dakarai?”
“Six.”
She nearly choked on her egg. There were five now, since she had taken one. Uh-oh.
Joaquin gave her a sassy look. “Chew before you swallow, Claire. Come into the kitchen with us and let’s eat some eggs together. We can each have two since there are six. Won’t that be nice?”
She cringed inside but only nodded and followed them timidly into the kitchen, wearing only a navy-blue lace bra and matching panties.
Dakarai still held the glass of water in his hands and Joaquin opened the fridge and pulled out the carton of hard-boiled eggs. Should she tell them? Would that lessen her punishment? Perhaps Dakarai would merely think he’d miscounted.
Joaquin opened the carton and frowned. “Why, Dakarai, there’s only five eggs in here. Are you sure you counted right?”
“Quite sure. Someone must have taken one after I counted them.” Both men turned and looked directly at her, waiting for her confession.
Claire couldn’t take it any longer. “All right, it was me! You know it was. Why are you torturing me with guilt?”
Dakarai grinned. “We wanted you to confess first.”
“Maybe your conscience is what’s torturing you with guilt,” Joaquin sassed. “You know, the price of having a soul—the downside to being better than us?”
She shot him a look of annoyance. “I didn’t mean that I was better than you.”
“That’s exactly what you said,” Joaquin argued. “Take your lingerie off and get on the table on all fours.”
She hesitated and hugged herself. If they wanted to fool around with her, that would be great, but if they were just going to discipline and humiliate her, she wasn’t sure she wanted any part of that. “Why?”
“Because I said so, that’s why. Question me again and you will only succeed in worsening your penalty.”
Claire slowly unhooked her bra and let it slide down her arms, feeling the heavy heat of their eyes on her. She stepped out of her underwear and handed both to Joaquin when he held out his hand. She climbed onto the table and rested on all fours, awaiting further instructions.
“Since Dakarai is the one you disobeyed earlier, he will decide your punishment,” Joaquin informed her.
Dakarai approached her, making her sigh when he ran his palm over her back and rump. “I’m going to spank you, Claire.”
Joaquin rolled his eyes. “Spanking is for erotic purposes in the bedroom. It’s hardly a punishment for a bad slave.”
“You said this punishment was my decision. Since this is her first offense, I thought the discipline should be mild.” Dakarai set the glass of water on her back. “I want you to hold still while I spank you. Don’t let this glass of water fall over.”
Was he freaking kidding her? “Seriously? That’s impossible.”
She yelped when Dakarai swatted her fanny for back talk. A bit of water sloshed onto her back, but he must have caught the glass before it could tip over.
“I would not ask you to do it if it was, Claire. I will start off gentle to get you used to my hand on your luscious ass.”
She pushed her butt cheek against his caressing hand.
“Don’t move. I’m going to let go of the glass now and spank you. Are you ready, peanut?”
She giggled. “Peanut? Aw. Yes, I’m ready.”
Dakarai’s palm made light contact with her tush. Whether to warm her buns up first or to test her stillness while he swatted her, she wasn’t sure. She felt a bit of water slosh but somehow maintained the glass’s upright position. His strikes became harder and swifter, and her fanny heated beneath the erotic abuse. It was difficult enough trying to restrain her sharp cries of pain, let alone trying to be still for him while he spanked her. He slapped in different places on her rump each time to keep her on edge.
Joaquin stood leaning against the counter with folded arms as he silently watched all of this. His face was unreadable, but his cold stare left her feeling awkward and even more naked. His countenance bore a look of disapproval whenever the glass tipped and Dakarai had to catch it from falling because she winced too suddenly and caused it to fall over.
Claire noticed the sizzling flicker of heat in Joaquin’s smoky-gray eyes and the way his lips twitched into a subtle smile of approval whenever she groaned or cried out with pain and eventually pleasure-pain.
She squealed when Dakarai whacked her harder and this time didn’t catch the glass when it fell over. Cold water poured from the vessel and soaked her back, chilling her.
“You let the glass fall over,” Joaquin said icily.
“I’m sorry, but what you’re asking me to do is impossible. I can’t balance a full glass of water on my back while he spanks me.”
“He would not have asked you to do so if it were impossible.”
“Well, then, if it’s so easy, why don’t you try it?”
His eyes flashed her a warning and she sealed her mouth shut in apprehension. “Turn over like a crab.”
Claire obeyed, feeling rather silly and vulnerable in this position. Resting on her hands and feet with her stomach perfectly horizontal and her butt raised with her face toward the ceiling, it reminded her of being in grade school and doing the crab walk with other kids in the gym. Only she had never been in the position in the buff before in front of two studs who were still dressed.
Joaquin set his glass of gin and ice on her tummy. She knew it was gin by the scent. “Again.”
“How is this easier?” she complained.
“I never said it was.”
He stepped back a few paces and Dakarai raised his hand. She wondered how he would comfortably reach her bottom when it was beneath her, but the answer hit her about the same time his palm made swift, stinging contact with her mons. She yelped, becoming nervous when the ice sloshed around in the glass. At least this cup was only about half the size of the other one. It ought to be easier to balance in spite of the distracting slaps. She felt rather proud of herself for balancing the vessel even as the painful smacks heated her cunt.
Her pussy gushed with moisture the more Dakarai abused it. Her clit ached and tingled for release. She lost her breath, making the glass wobble when he trailed a finger in her damp cleft, gawking at her with those steamy midnight eyes of his. She flinched when he n
udged her clitoris with a salacious smile before parting her labia. Her heart quickened with anticipation. Would he get her off?
Claire cringed in disbelief and dread when he raised his hand and brought it down swiftly and directly over her throbbing, needy clit. She screamed in pleasured agony at the wicked fire that sparked there, scorching her with pain and pleasure that seemed unreal. She nearly climaxed but fell short, which felt almost like torture.
The glass of gin and ice tipped over, spilling the liquor all over her belly. Joaquin caught it once it was only half-spilled. His eyes were black now and he looked like a mad man. He used his strength to shove her down on her back and splashed the remaining booze and ice all over her breasts. She gasped in shock over the effrontery and more than a little elation over being objectified in such a sexy manner.
Joaquin and Dakarai both lowered their heads and each latched onto one of her breasts, sucking the nipples into even harder, tighter points and bathing her chest with their tongues as they cleaned the gin off of her. Claire whimpered and writhed beneath them, surprising herself when she found the boldness to thread her fingers through their hair while they loved on her bosom. Her back arched when they took tiny nips at her breast tissue and grazed her nipples gently with their teeth.
Joaquin raised his head, eyes still wild and crazy. “Do you know what snow blowing is?”
“Where you take a pile of snow in your hand and blow on it?” Claire figured it had something to do with sex, but her inexperience embarrassed her. A succubus should have more experience than anyone, and she would if not for—
Joaquin smirked. “No.”
He picked up an ice cube from off the table and brought it to her lips. She took it into her mouth obediently, trembling with excitement when she saw Dakarai undo his pants.
“Now suck his cock,” Joaquin commanded her.
Claire wasn’t sure if the thankful noise was in her head or if she let it slip out. Dakarai’s erection was about average width but impressively long. She had never seen a black penis before but loved how hard and dark it looked. She flicked her tongue lightly against the purplish head, collecting the salty pre-cum he emitted for her. His delighted groan gave her confidence. She had done this once before, so at least she had some level of experience.
