Hiram led the man in, and Irene gulped nervously. He wasn’t exactly what she would call interesting. He was plain—non-descript, really. There was a spark of life missing from his eyes, and all she felt for him was pity. Looking closer, she realized the man’s clothes were filthy, and he had a bit of a smell. Also, he seemed to stagger as he walked and didn’t appear to notice her or Will at all.
In the servant’s ear, she whispered dubiously, “Are you sure he’s not high?”
“He might be,” the man shrugged. “But it can’t be helped on such short notice, my lady. I’m sure your mate will find you something better the next time.”
“Where did you find this guy?” asked Will sternly.
“Digging through some trash outside, unfortunately.”
“Look at him, Will,” Irene complained with a sigh. “How am I supposed to mesmerize that?”
“Never mind about it, pet,” Will sighed. “We’ll mesmerize the next one. You might as well just eat him and be done with it. You really need the meal. Don’t worry, even if he’s drugged up, your new system will tolerate it pretty well. Remember that our metabolism is faster. You’d burn it off in no time.”
“What a comforting thought,” Irene replied.
It seemed that the man had finally registered that he was not in the room alone. His eyes rounded as he stared at the woman, fangs already bared, just before she fell upon him. He barely had time to open his mouth for a good scream before he realized that what she was doing actually felt pretty good. He passed into oblivion with a smile on his lips.
“Something about him doesn’t taste right,” said Irene with a worried frown.
Will wiped a bit of blood from her face and gave it a little taste. “Wow, total acid trip. I think we’d better put you to bed again, pet. Your world is about to spin.”
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” she answered shakily. “Unless you have two faces, I think it’s already kicking in.”
“Have you ever made love on a trip, Irene?” Will teased.
“I’ve never indulged,” she told him circumspectly.
“Well, I don’t think I am going to wait around for you to come down after the week you put me through,” he said with a wicked grin. “But first, love, I think I will tie you to the bed.”
Heat thrummed through Irene’s body at the very thought of tasting Will again. “I don’t want you to,” she admitted then.
Will took the cloth Hiram was holding and used it to clean the blood off of Irene’s face. “I believe if you’ll just remove the body now, Hiram, that should be all we need this evening.”
“Of course, sir,” Hiram agreed, smirking as he took back the white fabric square and then grabbed the beggar by his collar to drag him out the door. At the same time, Will busied himself finding four suitable ties from his dresser drawer.
“Up onto the bed, pet,” he told Irene.
“Yes, master,” she agreed, scrambling up onto the bed and laying herself out spread-eagle.
“Are you really that willing to be tortured?” he teased as he caught one of her wrists and slid the tie around it. He started to tie it to the bedpost.
“Only if you are doing the torturing,” she admitted, her eyes hooded as she cast him a sly smile.
Will laid on top of her as he began to tie up the other wrist. He grinned back down at her and kissed the tip of her nose. Then, he pulled the second strap tight. Irene sucked in a breath when he moved away. He tied both of her legs, making sure she was stretched, but not uncomfortable. Irene laid taught on the bed, her heart thundering with anticipation.
“Master, will you kiss me now?” she begged prettily.
“I’ll think about it,” said Will, looking stern. “But only if you do something for me first.”
“What can I do while I’m trussed up like this?”
“Your mouth should still be working fine,” said Will with a special glint in his eyes.
Irene liked where the conversation was going. Ever since she’d first laid eyes on him, thoughts of sucking that big, beautiful cock of his had been running rampant through her brain. Even while she was out in the woods, one of the main reasons her rational brain tried to bribe her with was the notion that if she went back, she might get to taste.
And now, here he was, bribing her with the very thing she craved.
“Not a problem,” she said, already beginning to salivate.
Will only made her want him more when he stepped back and slowly began to strip off his clothes. One shoe, then the other. One sock, then the other. One button on his shirt, two buttons. How many damned buttons were there? Ten? Twelve? She didn’t know, but far too many in her opinion. Yet she knew better than to complain. She was pretty certain how his little game would go. One word, and he’d only go twice as slow.
She bit at her bottom lip to hold back, but after drinking from the man, she wasn’t quite as controlled as she normally would be. Two buttons left to go; she groaned desperately. Will’s eyes lit up like Christmas. He grinned wickedly, abandoning the shirt altogether in favor of undoing his jeans. The damn things had five buttons too.
But he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. His cock sprang free, so hard it looked painful. The last two shirt buttons were undone surprisingly quickly once he saw the look in her eyes upon discovering the state of his desire. He cast all the garments aside, then slowly climbed up her body. Her fingers itched to touch him, but of course they couldn’t.
Will angled himself above her, teasing her mouth with the tip of his swollen cock. She could already taste pre-cum when she stuck out her tongue. She shivered deliciously as he eased down onto her chest and shoulders. He didn’t put his full weight on her, but he was easily within reach.
“Suck it, my little pet,” he told her, and of course she obeyed. She sucked and sucked until it sprayed, the white liquid dripping all over her face. Will still had another of the white cloths, and he used it to clean her up. By the look of his cock, he wasn’t nearly done with her.
Sure enough, he eased down her body again, settling between her spread open legs with a naughty little sigh.
“Do you know what I’m going to do now, my pet?” he asked her, his tongue peeking up to run over his teeth.
Irene shook her head. Because his body was not up as far as she’d expected, but also wasn’t down low enough if he was planning to reciprocate. But then, he slipped downward again, and she sucked in a shaky breath.
His tongue found out just how wet she could get from tasting him, and apparently, he liked it. He sucked mercilessly on her clit until she started to squeal, stopped, and then did it again. Her body was on fire with need by the time he crept up again and impaled himself within her.
“Yes, Will, yes!” she encouraged him. “My sweet, sweet master. I love it when you’re inside of me!”
He groaned softly, biting feverishly at his lower lip as he began to move in earnest. With every thrust, Irene let out a little grunt of pleasure, but soon his motions were just too fast, and all she could do was lay there and moan, long and low, wondering if he would fuck her until she was dead.
The blood she’d drank was starting to make the room spin, but it was also heightening the pleasure of their union. Her body was on fire with want and need, and she couldn’t have just laid there if she tried. She writhed against her bonds, pushing and pulling so hard she was sure the movements were going to leave marks on the skin. Bruises, friction marks, maybe even small traces of blood, she pulled so hard.
“Settle down, my sweet,” Will finally told her, and he reached up to yank the ties on her hands free. Her arms flew down and around him, holding him as close as possible as he collapsed against her with a sated sigh. Neither of them spared a thought for her legs for quite a while, but, eventually, Will sat up to release them as well.
“Well, what did you think?” he teased, but Irene couldn’t answer him. Her world was spinning around like a crazy merry-go-round. “Wow, girl, that guy must have really been high.”
“It’s my first time,” she babbled, almost coherently.
“I think we’d best find some actual food to eat,” Will decided. “That might take the edge off of it.”
“No way,” she protested. “I’m afraid it wouldn’t stay in there. I don’t want you to see me getting sick, Will.”
He grinned wryly. “Don’t worry about that, you silly woman. I certainly won’t get squeamish from that if I managed not to care about the blood bath I endured to retrieve you.”
“Really?” she asked with a little shudder. “I don’t remember anything about it.”
Kissing the side of her neck as he moved aside and drew her into his arms, Will replied, “Well, it’s probably just as well that you don’t. It’s not the sort of party I’d ever bring you to myself. Now, you lie quiet, while I go and see what’s in the fridge, all right?”
“Sure,” she agreed.
“Unless you need me to tie you down again?”
Grinning, she said. “Maybe later. Right now, I don’t think I could walk if I tried.”