by Unknown
“Like you do?” Wei tried to laugh, but more of those strangled noises came out of him instead. Dai didn’t bother to answer. The rush of blood to his groin, the way his cock strained against the fly of his jeans, was proof enough he knew exactly what was going on up on stage. Enough to actually want it for himself.
Mikail sat up, kneeling before Sakurai. The latches to his suit were on the back, and he reached behind his head to unfasten them one at time.
Sakurai rested a hand on the top of Mikail’s head, forcing it back as he pressed the tip of his riding crop under the other’s chin. Dai saw his lips move, but couldn’t hear what he said. Damn it. Whatever it was, Mikail started laughing and Sakurai smiled.
Pulling the whip back, Sakurai straightened and snapped the leather across Mikail’s back. The sharp cracking sound of the crop hitting leather made Dai jump.
Mikail began to strip and Dai’s gaze skimmed the many tattoos upon the man’s back. Chinese dragons and fierce warriors decorated his skin, the once vibrant colors now faded as if they’d been there for ages, though the man couldn’t have been more than thirty-five at best.
“Hurry up!” Sakurai snapped the crop, striking Mikail’s bare back. Dai swallowed as the spikes on the crop’s ends tore little gashes in the man’s flesh. But Mikail didn’t even flinch from the pain. He finished stripping then kneeled again, only to receive another swat, this time upon his shoulder. “All fours, bitch!”
Mikail did as ordered and Dai shifted upon the seat as Sakurai pulled out a rubber plug with a furry dog’s tail attached. “Lick it.” Mikail did and Sakurai walked behind him and shoved it roughly into his ass. Mikail did flinch this time, but he let out a long sigh that could only be one of pleasure and Dai felt his own ass twitch in response.
“I do not fucking believe this,” Wei muttered.
“Shut up,” Dai snapped quietly, his eyes never leaving the stage.
Sakurai scanned the crowd seated nearest the stage, pointing the crop at a spikehaired platinum blond wearing a miniscule denim skirt and white tank top. “Would you like my dog to lick your cunt?”
She giggled. “I would.”
Sakurai smacked Mikail’s ass, drawing blood, and ordered him from the stage. The other man crawled, the furry tail bobbing obscenely as he moved. The woman slid to the edge of her chair and lifted her skirt. She writhed on the seat as Mikail went down on her, his cock growing hard, thin beads of precum dripping onto the shiny floor.
Dai felt his own cock grow harder and he shifted again, flinching when Sakurai shouted, “Enough!” The woman pouted, clearly just nearing her peak, and Sakurai smirked. “Don’t worry, I’ll see that you’re taken care of, in due time.”
Mikail crawled back to Sakurai. Dai watched as Sakurai flailed the cowering man about the shoulders and back with the crop. Dozens of tiny cuts appeared on his tattooed flesh, until rivers of red flowed across his skin. “You useless whore. You couldn’t even make her come properly. What kind of fucking pet are you?”
Mikail kissed Sakurai’s boots. “One that doesn’t deserve you as a Master.”
“Exactly,” Sakurai said, his gaze sweeping back to fix momentarily upon Dai. He smirked again. “But I am a benevolent Master and I don’t wish my pets to suffer needlessly . . . .”
With that he bent and slid his tongue across Mikail’s bleeding shoulder. He motioned the man to stand then did the same to his back, licking the cuts, wiping away the blood with his tongue, and Dai was only barely conscious of the low moan that escaped him.
Ripples of deep, throaty laughter poured out of Sakurai as he stood up and reached around Mikail to wrap the man in an embrace. His gloved fingers danced across the bare skin, leaving streaks of dark red blood on the pale flesh.
Mikail seemed to get even harder, his cock a flushed shade of violet and jutting up sharply. But when he moved a hand to stroke himself, Sakurai snatched his wrist and twisted it behind his back.
“No, no, lovely,” Sakurai said through a wide grin, his pointed teeth flashing in the stage lights. “Not unless I say.”
Oh fuck . . . those teeth. Dai’s mouth was dry, the rest of him slick with sweat.
“You are a kind Master,” Mikail moaned.
“Say that again?” Sakurai sneered. He twisted Mikail’s wrist again and swatted at the man’s cock with his whip. The organ bobbed torturously and Dai felt the ache in his own body.
“Such a good Master!” Mikail cried out and fuck if he wasn’t panting with obvious pleasure. His painted lips curled up in smile. “But not a perfect one.”
Oh shit. Dai bit down on his tongue to hold back a cry. Did that mother fucker even know what he was saying?
Sakurai laughed and the sound sent a shiver down Daisuke’s spine.
“Perfection?” Sakurai purred, releasing Mikail’s wrist and bringing his gloved hand to his lips. “Oh, I can show you perfection . . . .”
He dragged his tongue over each of his fingers leaving the black leather slick with his saliva. “Just ask for it, pet.”
“Show me!” Mikail screamed.
Sakurai shoved Mikail down to his knees again, the riding crop up against his throat forcing him to look forward into the crowd. Sakurai traced his fingers down the man’s spine and along the curves of his ass. He yanked out the plug, making the man gasp, and then looked straight across the audience to meet Dai’s stare.
“Here you go, whore, fuck it good. You want it, you do the work to get off.” Sakurai grinned and then shoved his entire hand straight into Mikail’s opening.
Dai felt his eyes grow wide, the blood draining from his face and rushing right to his cock.
Sakurai tugged on Mikail’s ear and jerked his head back. “You like it don’t you, bitch?”
“Yessssssss,” the other man hissed as he rocked back and forth on Sakurai’s gloved hand, which was buried up to the end of his jacket sleeve.
“Then fuck it until you come.”
The room fell eerily silent, save for the sound of Mikail’s harsh, quickening breath and the incessant hammering of Dai’s heart within his chest. Dai’s temperature spiked and he pulled off his leather jacket and threw it across his lap.
Do it! Sakurai’s voice rang out inside his head.
His fingers shaking, Dai slid down the zipper of his constricting jeans and tugged his cock free. Just a few quick jerks had him coming in his hand beneath the jacket.
Lick them clean. I want to watch.
Fuck you, Dai thought back, wiping his fingers on the tail of his shirt before tucking himself back into his jeans. He got up, threw on his jacket and headed toward the exit.
“Dai! Wait up,” Wei called, running after him. “Come back. There’s somebody I want you to meet. You have to meet her.”
Dai spun and glared. “No! Now leave me the fuck alone!”
Dai turned to storm off and almost ran head first into Captain Jack, the little fuck. “Get the hell out of my way, asshole,” he growled.
“Leaving so soon?” The edges of Yun’s mustache curled up in the faintest hint of a smile. The man folded his arms across his chest. “Don’t worry, you’re not the only one displeased with Sakurai’s ‘entertainment’.”
Dai didn’t care that half the room was watching and shooting them dirty looks for spoiling the atmosphere. He ignored how sticky his palm felt and how hard he still was. “Move.” He clenched his jaw. “Or so fucking help me . . . .”
“That’s the spirit.” Yun narrowed his eyes. “Come with me. The Mistress will see you after all.”
“Ge ge please,” Wei said, grabbing the sleeve of Dai’s jacket the way he’d done when he was little and the school bullies dared to mess with him.
“My brother comes with me,” Dai said in a tone he intended Yun take as a command and not a request.
“But of course,” Yun said with a shit-eating grin and gestured theatrically toward the curtained enclosure.
The ‘Mistress’ gave Dai a bad feeling from the instant he crossed the thre
shold of the glass-walled room. It was the same kind of feeling he’d had before when a big undercover bust took a very wrong turn.
“Please, Detective Matsui, sit,” the petite blond said, patting the empty space on the leather divan next to her.
“I prefer to stand right here,” Dai said, moving so that he had a clear view of the door and the others in the room.
“Interesting,” the blond said, casting a glance toward Yun. “Wei Qing. You may sit then.”
To Dai’s disgust, Wei scurried over like a little puppy and bowed before sitting. She petted him like a dog, too, and Dai gritted his teeth.
“Don’t be jealous,” Yun purred into Dai’s ear before actually slapping his ass.
Dai whipped his head around, ready to beat the shit out of the son of a bitch. But Yun was gone—fucking vanished. He heard a short burst of dry laughter and turned back around. Yun stood behind the divan, helping himself to a glass of that strange wine.
“How the hell---?” Dai started, his hands tightening into fists.
“C’mon, Dai.” Wei rested his arm across the back of the sofa and smiled. “I told you this was going to be a trip.”
“But someone else already gave away our secret,” the mysterious Mistress said. Her voice was soft, but cold—with no hint of emotion or . . . .
“Humanity.” She finished his thought for him then laughed. The smile never reached her eyes, those two ice-blue orbs penetrating his very soul.
“I just want to know what the fuck is going on here,” Dai whispered.
“Are you ready for this, ge-ge?” Wei leaned forward, his eyes sparkling. “It’s going to blow you away.”
The Mistress smiled at Dai and he swore he saw her teeth extend. She had fucking fangs. Fucking fake vampire fangs. Like Sakurai. “Your brother is most anxious to be a special friend of mine, Detective,” she purred, running her hand up and down the length of Wei’s arm. She tickled the dark hair that brushed his collar and stroked his neck again as if she was petting a cat.
She laughed. “Come now, Detective—Dai. Do you really think they’re fake?” She glanced back at Yun, who opened his mouth with fangs extending as well.
“What the fuck is this shit?”
“Thisshit is a part of the natural world you haven’t even begun to fully acknowledge or appreciate,” she said, undoing the buttons of Wei’s shirt. She tugged it down and Dai found that he could only stare as his little brother let the woman seduce him with her gentle touches and flicks of her tongue. She grinned up at Dai as she poised the pointed nail of her index finger over Wei’s exposed shoulder. She kissed Wei’s ear and he nodded an instant before she pressed the nail in and slid it, cutting him a good two inches. Blood trickled from the shallow wound and she leaned in and began gently sucking as her free hand drifted between them and into the fly of Wei’s pants.
Dai wanted to leave but felt rooted to the floor. Wei squirmed and moaned, coming with a shudder, and in that moment the Mistress lifted her head then plunged her fangs into his neck and sucked hard while she pulled and milked his cock to the last drop. When he was spent, she pulled away, her tongue licking the blood from her lips and then Wei’s cum from her fingers.
“Delicious,” she purred as Wei slumped over, his head on her shoulder.
Dai pulled out his Glock. “Fucking bitch! Wei Wei! Wei Wei, are you all right?”
Dark Whispers Sheridan and Cain 2009
Chapter Eleven
How long has he been in there?” Brandt glanced down at his watch and sipped at his coffee, still warm in the thermos. Diaz had a camera pointed over the edge of the roof, locked straight on the basement door to theRessurection. He was looking through the telescoping lens and answered without turning to Brandt.
“Close to seventy-five minutes already.”
“Huh.” Brandt took another swig, glad he added the scotch before leaving the car. “Guess they’re letting him into the ‘club’.”
Diaz snickered. “Either that, or they’re making a meal out of his tight little ass.”
* * * * *
“Wei!” Dai shouted. His brother responded with a low moan, his head rolling against the bitch’s shoulder. She laughed and Dai almost pulled the fucking trigger.
“What’re you doing to him?” He kept his gun pointed level with her head, ready to pop a cap straight through her fucking brains.
“She’s setting him free.” Yun was suddenly next to Dai, ripping the gun out of his hand and shoving him back into an empty lounge chair across from the divan. “The mortal human body is a prison, killing the soul inside with each passing minute, didn’t you know?”
“What the fuck does that shit mean?” Fury drove Dai half-out of the chair but Yun grabbed him by the throat and pushed him back down. Dai lashed out, too pissed to even think straight. But the motherfucker was strong and had him pinned good.
“He’s being difficult, Mistress.” Yun glanced at her over his shoulder before looking back at Dai. “Maybe I should . . . curb some of his attitude.” He leaned close and flicked his tongue across Dai’s cheek.
“Fucker!” Dai brought his knee up and caught the bastard right in the balls. Yun grunted and took a step back but didn’t move his hand from Dai’s throat.
“Oh you are asking for it, boy. Keep fighting me; you’ll taste so much better that way.”
LEAVE HIM BE!
The silent voice exploded through Dai’s head like a stabbing pain and judging from the looks on the others’ faces, he realized they had heard it, too. In fact, the glass of the enclosure rattled from the power of the words. Sakurai’s words.
He’smy pet.
“The fuck I am,” Dai growled out as the man himself appeared, still wearing the uniform save for the peaked cap. Now his hair hung long and loose past his shoulders. He pulled the leather gloves off one finger at a time then slapped them in his palm as he entered. He fixed those dark eyes of his on Yun. “I said to leave him be. Now move your hand or I will rip it off and shove it up your ass.”
Yun looked at the woman, who gave the barest hint of a nod, before he let Dai go.
Dai got up, rubbed his throat, and grabbed his Glock from the floor. He pointed the gun at them. “All of you against the wall. I’m taking my brother out of here.”
“Fuck no, I’m not going anywhere,” Wei slurred as he pulled himself to a sitting position. He motioned for Dai to sit. “Chill, ge-ge. It’s all good. It’s all fucking perfect.”
“Are you out of your goddamn mind?” Daisuke stared at his brother in shock. “We’re both getting out of here. Now.”
“He doesn’t want to leave, Daisuke,” Yun said as he stepped backwards to stand beside the divan. “You won’t either, soon enough.”
“Oh, I so don’t fucking think so,” Dai snorted. He tensed sharply as Sakurai moved beside him and he felt the weight of the other man’s presence send a jolt through his body. They hadn’t even touched, but being this close to Sakurai was like standing too close to a transformer and the electrical charge made the hairs on his arms and back of his neck prickle. His cock reacted, too, stiffening despite himself and the crazy, fucked up situation he found himself in.
He tried to shake off the feeling, but it wouldn’t go away. Especially not with Sakurai’s voice filling his head.So much courage and strength, dai-dai . . . you don’t belong here in their little playground. Dai’s legs grew weak, and a moment later he found himself sitting in the chair he’d been thrown into earlier. He tried to resist and regain his feet, but felt as if his body had a will of its own.
“He does belong here, Master Sakurai.” Viktoria was playing the damn mind reading game too, apparently. She wrapped her arms around Wei as the kid collapsed back against her in a fit of drunk-sounding laughter. “So do you, really.”
Sakurai had eased down into a chair beside Dai’s. He leaned against the armrest, cupped his chin in his hand and regarded the woman coldly. “Now I know you’re talking shit.”
Yun bristled, but Vikt
oria and Wei laughed. “Please.” She reached behind her and Yun immediately gave her a glass and filled it with thatBlood of the Vine wine. Christ . . . . Now Dai understood the reason it tasted the way it did.
“Don’t be so abrasive, Elder.” Viktoria smiled, took a sip and passed the glass to Wei. “And you, Daisuke, don’t worry so much. Your brother is very dear to us. Very dear.”
“No abandoned daughter of a Shanghai whore has the right to tell me what or what not to do. Remember that,” Sakurai said coolly. “And I’m certain Daisuke is quite correct in thinking that what you say is pure bullshit were his beloved brother is concerned.” He reached out and smoothed his hand over the back of Dai’s head.
Dai tried to jerk away but was as powerless to do so as he was to keep himself from sitting in the chair. He glared over at Sakurai and heard the man’s laugh echo inside his head. Fucker.
“You risk death for speaking to the Mistress that way, you insolent dog.”
“Oh, I think not. Especially since none of you have the power to transform into a wolf or, in your case, Yun, I would suggest a slimy little slug.”
Yun threw his head back and laughed a little too loudly for it to be more than posturing. “That’s not the only sign of power,” he sneered. “Throwing that little shapeshifting joke in our face only shows how pathetic you truly are.”
Any trace of a smile vanished from Sakurai’s face. The anger that rolled off of him was enough to make Dai’s head swim, and not in a pleasant way at all.
“How dare you!” Viktoria spoke sharply, startling her small group of admirers. “Master Sakurai is obviously one of the greatest of our kind, Yun. Show him the proper respect and offer him a drink.”
Sakurai stood. “Everything you have to offer me is unacceptable.”
If you wish to leave, do so now. Let your brother remain. He will not be harmed this night.
Shit. Dai wanted to tell the prick to fuck off but he had a gut feeling it would be best to heed Sakurai’s words, to get the fuck out of here and take these shits on another day.
