Bound by the Vampire Queen
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“Such a sweet, will ing submissive,” Jacob hummed it against her neck, goading her further.
“Serving her Master so well. A wet, hot cunt. Wet and hot at his command. Right, Jess?”
She nodded. When she closed her eyes, he knew she was in Mason's mind, that there were likely all manner of equal y graphic images between them, making this as much their moment as Jacob and Gideon's.
As he'd planned, just as they had their cocks pressed to her cunt and anus, but not yet penetrating, the thirty minute chime was struck by a staff member. They'd made it through the first round, and Jessica had held her own.
Jacob let her down careful y. In her gaze, he saw her acknowledge the first milestone, and was fiercely glad they'd given her the starting confidence for it.
Now if she could just hold on to it. He was amused to see Gideon give her ass a pinch, teasing her a little bit to make her smile. His brother was likely having the same thoughts he was.
As Jacob guided her to the next group, his arousal made his gait awkward as hell , but the vampires were enjoying it, he was sure. She clutched his hand at her waist, glanced up at him.
“You can do this,” he murmured. “Remember, your Master is with you, every step. I'm actual y more worried about him making it through this than you.
You're way tougher than he is.”
That won a smal smile, a sparkle in her lovely eyes. When he turned her over to Torrence though, he met the man's gaze with a hard warning glance.
Helga might want her servant to test Mason's, because that was what vampires did, but things could become pretty bad, pretty fast if it went down that road. Fortunately, he saw no malicious mischief in Torrence's eyes, only appreciation for the wary, aroused female. Hoping the gods would guide Torrence to exercise good sense, Jacob returned to Gideon.
Debra was the new addition to their group. She was flushed by whatever had been done in the last group, and Jacob was worked up enough he was glad no preliminaries were needed. “I've had her mouth on my cock,” he told Gideon. “It was sweet as candy, but that pleasure's yours this time. I want something else this round. Lift her around the waist.” Debra made a surprised squeak when they lifted her between them. However, when Jacob guided her legs up over his shoulders and let her head and shoulders drop into Gideon's waiting hands, she understood.
Her heartbeat increased.
The intoxicating smel of her cream was close to his face.
In the downward-sloping position she could take Gideon's cock in her mouth and did. Gideon let out a grunt as she deep-throated him, her nose pushed into his testicles. Jacob set his mouth to her cunt, drinking deep of the soaking wet arousal she had.
Like my lady, so wet and sweet . . . the way she writhes and makes those little helpless noises as I eat her out, and her fingernails sink into my shoulders, drawing blood . . .
His lady's heat passed through his mind. He knew her well enough now to know the things that would displease her. Pleasuring another servant at her command, that was acceptable. But she could be very jealous about displays of intimacy, so he'd purposeful y avoided engaging Debra on that level, setting aside their friendship for other, more clothed times. Fortunately, Debra was gaining enough experience she didn't need the intimacy for reassurance, the way she had when they first met.
She was already crying out. Gideon's face was rigid with concentration. By the time the thirty-minute bel rang this time, despite modifying their pace and rhythm, they were all on the edge of climax. Debra was so close, Jacob thought a current of air would set her off.
“Put ice on her to calm her down,” Lord Brian said, gazing at his flustered servant from one of the deep chairs. His eyes were vibrant with pleasure, and they flared up further when Jacob took the ice a house servant brought him and laid it on her clit. Debra let out a short scream, her hands gripping his shoulder and Gideon's. They steadied her, keeping her facing her Master so he could watch her reaction.
And so it went. Jacob had been trained to hold back an inordinate, impossible amount of time, but he got to the same point as Debra and probably all the other servants. It was a mindless, humping, suckling, fucking spiral of energy, a col ective state of subspace where they were doing everything they could to please their vampires, to get that permission to release they all sensed wouldn't be forthcoming. Lord well es's servant was the first to fal , screaming out her climax as she was pushed to her knees and fucked by Torrence's cock, while another male servant lay beneath her and tongued her clit and the slick shaft alternately as it thrust in and out.
To punish her, Lord well es put her over his lap and gave her a stinging spanking. Then he placed three bal s of ice in her cunt and ass and kept them there with a chastity harness. Just like a vampire—
as Jacob well knew—a third-marked servant wasn't susceptible to the nerve damage that prolonged contact with ice could cause, so she was laid on the floor at his feet, to writhe and moan against her gag, her body flushed and torn between the pain and pleasure.
They were all required to watch the punishment before they resumed, which just increased the stakes of the game. For that was what it was. Jacob realized his lady was playing a modified version of musical chairs. They would keep going until each servant reached his or her threshold and could hold back no longer. Then his or her vampire would get the pleasure of deciding on their punishment.
Torrence was the next to succumb, surprisingly. It amused Jacob that it was Jessica's smal mouth—
tight on his monster cock—that set him off. Helga tied him over a spanking bench placed among an artful arrangement of foliage. He was flogged with a barbed cat-o'nine wielded by his Mistress, then she offered his ass to two of the male vampires, Walton and Stewart.
When they were done, she pushed a thick, vibrating dildo in the raw opening, strapping it in place so Torrence would continue to stay aroused in his helpless position, his kilt hiked up over his back.
She kept him near her so she could run her hand over his taut ass at will , enjoy the straining thighs up close as she continued to place wagers with the other vampires as to which three would be the last standing.
The rotation brought him Jessica again, but the male with him now was Vincent. Jacob had enough brain cel s left to know there was another agenda to play out here. Touching his lady's mind, seeing her will in this, he needed nothing further than that to guide him.
“I expect Jessica would like to extend an apology for impaling you,” he said. “But you owe me something as well.”
Jessica was slick with perspiration, her eyes wild and feral, her pussy deep red and wet, a creature of sex and lust, but there was determination there as well. She was holding, though barely. Glancing at Mason, Jacob suspected he'd continued to employ all sorts of diabolical mind games to push her into climax. Knowing how resourceful the vampire was, and his effect on Jessica, he suspected the vampire was impressed as the rest of them with her stamina and resolve. While wanting to smack her ass for it.
His lips twisted wryly. Though he respected Jessica's stubbornness, he did owe Mason something for shooting her in the shoulder.
“Jessica, bend forward and slide your hands around your calves, holding yourself in a folded position.”
As she complied, her hair fel forward over her shoulders, the curve of her back and heart-shaped ass a pretty display. He knew she was competitive, but he'd been doing this longer, and he sure as hell knew a woman's body. Jacob beckoned to a staff person standing by with a tray ful of sexual aids and picked up a paddle. The Bad Girl cutout in the wood made his lips twist, but then he met Vincent's gaze.
“You'l use this on her, but when you're done, you'l kneel, take me in your mouth and make me slick for your ass. Got it?”
The new head servant fucking the previous one.
The symbolism was strong, an underscore of the day's events. Vincent recognized it, his handsome face resigned. But he was severely aroused, too, and Jacob was certain he could push the man into punishment at his Master's hand. Vincent preferred males, and he couldn't keep his gaze away from Jacob's cock. Even though his grip tightened on the handle of the paddle, indicating he was going to relish dishing out a little pain.
“Don't go overboard,” Jacob advised, low. “You can make your point without being brutal about it.
The humiliation is the reward here.”
Jessica let out a shuddering breath. Jacob had noted no male servant had penetrated her, though Lord Stewart's female servant had used a thick vibrator that almost sent the girl screaming into oblivion. Servants were a savvy lot. Plus, they received direction from their Masters and Mistresses, who perhaps understood the politics of not pushing the boundaries too much with Mason.
Not tonight, at least.
Stepping up so he stood beside Jessica, he slid his hand along her spine, soothing her. Her fingers tightened on her calves. “Easy, girl. It'l hurt, but it will equal the scales between you.” She'd staked a much more senior servant, and he knew this would ease any future tensions between them.
His lady was amused at his understanding of the maze between politics and pleasure. Even among all the aroused bodies, her scent was a unique perfume. He ached to go to her, give her release.
Keep proving it to me, Sir Vagabond. Fuck him like you'd like to fuck me.
You've a much sweeter, softer ass, my lady.
With the first slap of the paddle, a soft cry split from Jessica's lips. Jacob was aware of the darkness of Mason's gaze, knew that he'd perhaps chosen a bad path, because Mason's dominance was more about deprivation than pain, and Jessica's beautiful y tattooed back, a tiger peering through a bamboo forest, overlaid a horrid set of long scars put there by her previous master.
But Vincent showed he was no fool. He made the strikes hurt, satisfying his honor, but he recognized a submissive that responded to a certain level of pain.
Jessica's legs trembled, and when he lightly slapped her clit, widening her stance farther, she let out a strangled cry of unmistakable arousal.
Twenty strikes, where bad girl was overlaid all over the sweet pale curves, and then Jacob cal ed a halt to it.