by Anya Bast
She squirmed on his lap, heavy with the need to come, trying to get some kind of stimulation to her clit to manage it. His broad hand came down on her ass again in punishment, and she jerked, moaning, as orgasm flirted hard with her body and then retreated. If her hands hadn’t been tied behind her back, she would have plunged them between her thighs and fucked herself to climax with her own fingers.
God, he was killing her.
Once in a while, he would ease it out a little and thrust it back in, letting her feel the ridges that ringed the plug. All she needed was a little stimulation to her clit, and she would come.
The experience was primal, erotic beyond anything she could have imagined. Having Alejandro exert this total, complete, and utter control over this part of her body was more arousing than she could have ever guessed it would be.
He thrust the plug in and out of her ass and she felt her juices drip from her empty, needy cunt. Then his fingers were there, stroking the entrance to her pussy, teasing her even further.
“Fuck me, Alejandro. Please.”
“Stand up, Daria.”
He helped her to her feet, but instead of easing his cock—which was rock hard—into her, he made her kneel on the floor. Her cheek pressed against the wood, filled ass high in the air, knees spread wide.
Alejandro circled her once, looking his fill. Then he bent and caressed her cunt, teasing her swollen clit unmercifully and rubbing her aroused labia. Her breath escaped her in a sobbing rush.
“You’re very pretty like that. Should I keep you that way for a while?”
“Alejandro—”
He gave her no time to answer. He yanked up on her wrists, guiding her to her feet. Then he laid her face-first on the bed. Behind her came the blessed, glorious sound of his belt being undone. Was there a better noise in all the universe?
For several moments there was nothing, nothing but her body screaming to be filled even further than it was . . . screaming for Alejandro and for release. Then he came over her, his body pressing down against hers and warming her already heated flesh.
The slick, soft crown of his cock pressed against her cunt and slid in an inch. He did it impatiently, as if he was as much a victim of his sexual teasing as she was, and now his control was shredded.
Inch by long, hard inch, he fed his shaft to her. He thrust slowly in and out, every time driving more fully within her. As he moved, so did the plug, giving her the feeling she was being fucked in both places.
She fisted her bound hands, her mouth opening in a soundless scream of pleasure. Having both locations of her body filled simultaneously was nearly overwhelming. The sensations blended together, becoming one long buzz of bliss mixed with just a little bit of pain. Daria had always known she’d had a kink like this, a taste for utter and total domination in bed. Alejandro gave it to her now in mind-bending spades.
The sensations combined so well she couldn’t separate the penetration of either orifice. It was just pure endless ecstasy, taking all of her thoughts, worries, and fears and throwing them to the wind. Her whole reality was her body and what Alejandro was doing to it.
His strokes became longer, harder, and faster, slamming into her with a ferocity that rocked her to her core. A powerful climax rose within her, unlike anything she’d ever experienced. When it came, it rolled over her like a wave. Sensation overtook her body, making her cry out. It possessed her body, tore thought from her mind, made her knees weak and her vision black out for a moment.
Alejandro yelled her name and came hard deep within her, his cock jumping against the walls of her cunt. His orgasm every bit as soul-shattering as hers.
Daria lay, breathing heavy, limp and sweating. She rested with her eyes closed, feeling and hearing Alejandro breathing hard, too.
After a moment, he released her wrists, though she still had no control over her limbs. He pulled his cock free of her body and extracted the plug as well. Still, she lay, shaking and spent, caught in the powerful throes of what had to be the best orgasm of her life.
Alejandro spoke softly to her, but she couldn’t understand what he said. He slipped his hand under her pelvis and stroked her clit over and over, strong and steady, until she came against his hand once more, shuddering and sighing. Softer now. Easier. Bringing her back down to terra firma.
Finally, he gathered her up in his arms and took her into the shower with him. Coming alive once more under the hot stream of water, she stood and pressed her lips to his, giving him a kiss so sweet it stood in sharp contrast to the wonderful debauchery they’d just shared.
He slicked her hair away from her face. “All right, querida?”
“Mmmm.” She nuzzled the soap-smelling curve of his neck.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Daria still hummed from the night before, when Alejandro had pretty much dominated every molecule—and orifice—of her body. Instead of sating her, it had only revved her libido, made her want more. That response could be a result of the Choosing, or perhaps this increased sexual appetite was simply a part of who she was now.
Whatever the reason, being in this place, where sex was treated so causally, sexual acts performed so openly . . . all of it heated her blood despite herself.
Around her Chosen laughed and talked in low voices in dim light. It was a party, a mixer of sorts for single Chosen and those couples with more adventurous tastes.
There were even blood donors.
The paid veilhounders were lined up against one wall, looking like sickly, painted, and dressed-up dolls. Like a fucking a la carte menu, the Chosen selecting which one they wanted a drink from.
Alejandro stood in the corner, trying valiantly to politely fend off the amorous advances of Jia Ying’s succubare friend, Marissa. Apparently because they’d shown up at this party, that made him fair game.
If Daria had any claim on Alejandro at all . . . or wanted one, she supposed she should be over there getting possessive about her property. But she didn’t have or want a claim. Really. Not even after sharing such intimate acts with him. It was just sex, nothing more. Alejandro could do what he wanted. If he wanted to do Marissa, so be it.
She stood near a couch, one eye on the couple all the same and hating herself for it.
Eleanor entered the room wearing a close-fitting, low-cut red dress that swirled around her perfect calves as she moved. Once within the room, she scanned the occupants, seized on Daria, and approached.
Daria glanced at Alejandro, who gave her a meaningful look. She shifted uncomfortably as the other woman drew near. This was something she’d never received training for at the Academy.
“Good evening, Valerie. I’m glad to see you and your mate could make it here this evening.” Eleanor glanced at Alejandro, who must have just said something hilarious because Marissa was laughing like a hyena on carmin. Daria rolled her eyes.
“I’m glad we came, too, so we could see what these evenings are all about,” Daria answered.
“It won’t get really interesting until later when everyone’s more relaxed and a little bit blood drunk. Please, sit with me.”
Daria sank onto the couch beside Eleanor. Her gaze strayed to a couple near the wall. The male’s hand was thrust up the woman’s skirt and working back and forth. The woman’s lithe body was taut and the slack look on her face made it clear that she was about to come right in the middle of all these people.
In another dark corner, two women writhed against each other, pulling at each other’s pants and tangling their tongues, upthrust breasts rubbing together through the heated mesh of their clothing.
Yeah, Daria hoped to be back in her room long before things relaxed any more than this. She understood the sexual proclivities of the Chosen could sometimes be described as . . . odd. That was because they were so long lived. After a couple hundred years the run-of-the-mill sexual encounter just didn’t cut it anymore. Vamps got kinkier as they became older. Succubare were kinky from the get-go. It was kind of in their nat
ure.
Daria watched the male and female couple for a few moments, saw the woman shudder and tense against the man, her eyes closing in a fit of orgasmic ecstasy. The woman ground her pussy down on the man’s hand, her own fingers rubbing her nipple through the material of her top.
Daria shifted uneasily, feeling the response in her own body. Watching the couple turned her on. It made her cunt tingle and pulse. Made her gaze stray to Alejandro and remember what he’d done to her the night before, the double penetration, the rope . . .
“I can see you’re a little uncomfortable with it all,” Eleanor breathed silkily, leaning in closer to Daria. Eleanor had successfully trapped Daria between her body and the couch’s armrest. “But it’s because you’re new to Chosen life. One day you’ll want to try new things, too.”
“I guess we’ll see.” Daria’s voice came out shaky.
“Like maybe even try a woman.” Eleanor cocked an eyebrow and leaned in closer. It was hard for Daria to find fresh air now . . . and Eleanor’s mouth was coming dangerously close to hers. “Have you ever?”
“No.” Damn, did her voice sound shaky? She didn’t want this, didn’t want a woman. Er . . . did she? How could she turn away when she needed Eleanor to be friendly with her, give up information.
How friendly did she have to get?
Eleanor’s lips pressed hers, soft and sweet, the breath of a Chosen nice and warm against her mouth. Daria returned the kiss, but when Eleanor’s tongue fluttered against her lips, asking for entrance, Daria pulled away.
Whoa.
Across the room, she saw Alejandro staring at her and Eleanor, his glass held tight in his hand. Marissa was running her fingers up and down his arm and he wasn’t even stopping her. Unexpected, hard anger flared.
Work, Daria. Focus.
Daria looked back at Eleanor, who appeared disappointed her attempt to woo had failed. She smiled coyly and allowed her hand to trail down the other woman’s bare arm. “I’m sorry. I was distracted.”
Eleanor’s warm smile returned. “That’s all right.”
She tilted her head to the side and gave Eleanor the kind of grin that promised pleasure and erotic delight . . . a rusty smile normally used only on men. “Can we talk awhile?”
Eleanor instantly got the rest of her groove back, scenting blood in the water once more. “Of course. Shall I get us something to drink?”
“Excellent.”
Daria tried to relax while Eleanor got two drinks from an alcove in the corner and returned.
Oh, good. Blood wine.
Like a good little Valerie, she took a sip and did her valiant best not to grimace. Raspberry. Erk.
Smoothly, Daria set the cup on the floor near her foot. “So how long have you been at the Shining Way, Eleanor?”
“From the beginning. I have always been with Christopher Sante, for as long as I can remember.”
Bingo. It had been the right question and gave her a good segue into the information she truly wanted. She channeled Jia Ying for a moment. “Oh, you’re so lucky! I mean, I’ve just met the man, but I can already tell that he’s as wonderful as everyone says he is.”
Eleanor’s lips tightened. “He’s a man, like any other man. Sometimes he’s a good man, sometimes he’s not.”
“What do you mean?”
Eleanor traced a line on Daria’s thigh . . . slowly. Daria had worn a skirt, one of the few times she’d done so in her life. Now she regretted it. Eleanor’s touch on her bare skin sent confusing, erotic ripples through her. “I mean that, like all men, his dick has a mind of its own. That’s why I like women, occasionally. They wander less.”
“Were you with him . . . romantically?”
Eleanor laughed. “There wasn’t anything romantic about it. It was just fucking.” Her bitter tone suggested something else.
“Did you want it to be more?”
She traced another line on Daria’s thigh, this time higher up. Unwelcome pleasure rippled through her. Eleanor tilted her head to the side as she answered, “You ask lots of personal questions.”
Daria shrugged. “I’m just curious, just making conversation. Anyway, you don’t seem to mind answering them.”
A smile flickered over Eleanor’s mouth. “I don’t mind. You get to be a certain age and you don’t care about being secretive anymore. In any case, most of the dome knows about it anyway. Yes, Sante and I had a very public affair. For him it was just sex. For me . . . I guess I wanted more. It wasn’t to be, however.”
“Because he met Ari Templeton.”
Anger flashed through her eyes and she shifted away from Daria. Daria thought for a moment she’d pushed too hard, so she laid her hand on Eleanor’s leg. The silk of her expensive dress cooled the heated flesh of Daria’s palm. Eleanor relaxed a little and leaned in close again.
“I was with Christopher for years and couldn’t get him to see me as anything more than a piece of ass. Then he meets a human woman, someone he’s got nothing in common with at all, and he mates her within a year.”
“They were together for a whole year before he finally Chose her?” That was news to her. Sante had really put some planning and time into this one. Of course, he’d put planning and time into her dupe, too. More than a year’s worth.
“Yes, according to Christopher he’s met his match for eternity.”
Daria digested that. “You believe him?”
Eleanor shrugged a shoulder. “Christopher’s got no reason to lie.”
“But don’t you think it’s strange that she’s the daughter of Richard Templeton, though? It’s almost . . .”
“Poetic?” The word came out breathy. Eleanor leaned in closer to her.
Daria stiffened and forced herself to relax. “Something like that. I don’t know. It seems . . . convenient.” Fishing. That was a whole lot of fishing she’d just done.
Eleanor brushed her lips against Daria’s cheek. Her warm, sweet breath bathed her skin. “I think it was an unfortunate coincidence. Not convenient at all.”
Her lips neared Daria’s and Daria froze, uncertain what to do. She didn’t want to offend Eleanor, but neither did she want to kiss her again. Inevitably, Eleanor’s mouth pressed hers once more. Her tongue fluttered, and Daria parted her lips, letting the other woman in to play. Eleanor’s tongue brushed hers, sending an electric jolt through her body, straight to her cunt.
When Eleanor’s hand closed over her breast, Daria didn’t object. The woman’s fingernail teased her nipple, the hard edge toying with the sensitive part of her anatomy through the material of her shirt and bra.
Daria soaked her panties.
Eleanor made a pleased sound in her throat and deepened her kiss, her hand straying to the hem of Daria’s skirt and then pushing past it. Daria’s breath came faster and she parted her thighs a little before she’d even realized she’d done it.
Maybe she was riper for sexual experimentation than she’d thought.
“Valerie?”
Eleanor jerked away.
Slightly dazed, Daria looked up to see Alejandro.
“Get up.” His expression was grim.
Eleanor backed away from Daria immediately after seeing the look on Alejandro’s face. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to trample any boundaries.”
Alejandro only glared at her and held out his hand. “Valerie?” he snapped as if pissed off.
Daria took his hand and allowed him to pull her up from the couch and into his arms. He enveloped her and dipped her a little, letting his mouth come down on hers.
His lips slid like silk over hers as he sipped her for a long moment before going in for a deeper taste. His tongue rubbed against hers, making her body react instantly. Her sex grew warmer and her fingers dug into his upper arms for support, feeling the bunch and play of his muscles under her hands. Somebody whimpered, and she realized belatedly it was her.
When he finally set her on her feet, her knees were shaking and her facial muscles slack. Alejandro gave Eleanor a pointed
look, having staked his claim on Daria, pissed on his territory, or whatever he’d done. But he wasn’t finished yet.
He turned her to face Eleanor, who still sat on the couch, and yanked Daria’s skirt up to her waist. Daria gasped in surprise, but when she tried to move away, he pulled her arms behind her back and bracketed them there. Then he pulled her panties down to her knees and slid his free hand between her thighs.
“You were mine to do with as I wish the moment we set foot here,” he murmured into her ear. “Remember that. Remember you’re mine.”
“Alejandro—”
He brushed her clit, already swollen and aroused, and her back arched. A sexual haze, a familiar state these days, settled over her mind. She spread her legs as far as the panties would allow, not even caring she was displaying herself to the woman in front of her. Yes, of course she wanted him to touch her. She always wanted Alejandro to touch her.
Alejandro used her own moisture as a lubricant, circling her aroused clit until Daria shuddered and moaned. Then he slipped his hand down and slid two fingers deep inside her aching cunt. Her muscles clamped down and rippled around the invasion, pleasure coursing through her body. He started to thrust and Daria saw stars. The whole room and everyone in it disappeared as he slowly worked them in and out.
Since he no longer had to restrain her, he pushed his opposite hand under the hem of her shirt, yanking the article of clothing up enough to free a breast from her bra and gently pinch her nipple.
“Alejandro,” she said breathlessly.
He said something in a harsh voice, but she couldn’t make out the words. Daria was drowning. Eleanor answered.
“Come for me, baby,” he whispered into her ear. He ground his palm against her clit. “Just let go.”
She did. It coursed through her relentlessly. Her cunt pulsed and rippled as she climaxed against his pistoning fingers. Without shame, lost in the eroticism of the moment, throwing her head back and nearly screaming in release.
After Alejandro pulled her panties up and replaced her skirt, she slumped against him, shuddering in the powerful aftermath.
