The meal seemed to take forever, but Irene didn’t mind. It gave her a chance to practice being enticing to her prey. It had been a long time since she’d had to do much to attract anyone. Usually, Cameron had wanted her just as much whether she was in rags or cashmere. As for Will, she didn’t think it was her clothes—or lack thereof—that attracted him either.
Since she’d already had sex with this particular target, and knew a few of his likes and dislikes already, and she also knew his favorite pastime was sex, anytime, anywhere, with whatever he could get, he wasn’t much of a target either. But that was all right, since her lesson was supposed to be on mesmerizing anyway. So, she tried making various ‘eyes’ at him until she hit upon an expression that seemed to be right.
Mentally, she laughed at herself, imagining what she must look like to Will. She glanced over and found him watching her, but amusement was not his primary emotion. His own eyes were following her movements like she was water and he really needed a drink. A cord of sexual tension passed between them. God, the man was insatiable and too damned sexy. She knew exactly what he was anticipating, too. He wanted to watch.
Bubbles giggled, and the pair looked over at her. “You are so lucky to have a love that strong,” she told them. “It’s hard to find something like that.”
After the words left her mouth, she blushed slightly as Charles pursed his lips.
“Well, I mean, look how long it took you to find me, baby,” she added, cooing in his direction.
Irene was suddenly glad the little gold-digger wasn’t going to last the night. If she could have, she would have simply torn into her right then, in Nancy’s honor.
Patience, pet, she heard Will say in her head. She kept her expression mild even though she was surprised. Reading his emotions was one thing, but hearing his thoughts? She hadn’t expected that. She cast him another smile, then returned to her attempts with Charles.
Will grinned, then reached out to run a finger over Bubble’s knuckles. “You’re still young, though. Doesn’t seem to have been too difficult for you.”
“Oh,” she said, blushing. “It just kind of happened, you know? We actually met when my last boyfriend wanted to find a third, and I realized I’d really been missing out.”
“It looks as though all the food is eaten,” said Will seductively. “Shall we adjourn to a more pleasant activity?”
“Oh, I wholeheartedly agree,” said Charles, grabbing Irene’s hand and giving it a playful kiss. She kept her squeamishness under a tight leash, casting him another seductive gaze instead. Her spell really seemed to be working. She didn’t remember him ever being into her quite as much as this.
They left the restaurant and took the same route to the pleasure room that they’d taken before. The couples had divided so that Will held Bubble’s by her hand, while Charles had ahold of Irene’s. Jealousy sparked hotly in her belly, but she tamped that down as well. Will couldn’t very well stop feeding completely, could he? And neither could she. But she was sure their afterwards sex was going to be sublime.
When Will put the padlock on the door, neither one of their companions seemed to notice. Charles had already tugged Irene into his arms and begun to smother her with kisses. She may not like the guy much, but she had to concede that he knew how to kiss. Nothing like Will, of course, but considering what she had in store for him, the least she could do was let him have a taste.
“Hold on a minute,” she told him. “I want to go slip into something more comfortable.”
“Oh, I’ll be right here,” he told her.
“And while we wait, maybe you and I should warm up this one,” said Will, grinning wolfishly. Bubbles giggled as the two men moved in, with Will in front and Charles slipping neatly behind.
“These lips are so luscious; don’t you agree, Charles?” said Will as he traced over her mouth with his thumb. “You should kiss them, I think.”
“Don’t you want to?”
“I keep my kisses for the woman I love,” he replied. “But these lips do seem like they’d be a shame to waste.”
Will twisted the woman around to face him, and Charles obliged, kissing Bubbles in the same way he’d been kissing Irene.
“I hope that you’re willing to kiss—other things, Will,” said Bubbles as Charles continued toying with her mouth.
“Well, let’s get this shirt off of you, and maybe I will,” he said, grinning as his fingers ghosted over her t-shirt until they came to the hem, then tugged upwards.
Bubbles giggled as she tossed the shirt aside, then quickly undid her bra and tossed it away as well. Will latched onto one of her nipples, sucking it mercilessly to life. His other hand moved down to toy with the button on her pants.
“Oh, my,” she giggled. “So eager to open that fly.”
She shed the rest of her clothes, then eagerly turned to cast Will’s shirt aside.
“Fuck her, Charles, will you?” said Will then. “I really love to watch.”
“Not a problem,” Charles said greedily. “Always willing to oblige.”
Taking Bubbles over to the bed, Charles quickly shed his clothes and tossed them over the side. He flipped her so that her ass was facing him and plowed in, very eager to take a ride.
Bubbles’ cries were high and throaty, and she gave as good as she got. But the show ended all too soon as Charles pulled free and covered her with his load.
Which was how Irene found them when she returned.
The ‘something more comfortable’ was a leather dominatrix outfit that Will bought for her and she had brought along for the ride. It wasn’t as snug as she would have liked, but it would have to do for now. Charles glanced up and saw her wearing it, and his eyes lit with interest.
“Interesting choice,” he said. “May I touch you, mistress?”
“Come here,” she commanded, cracking the whip she was holding.
Falling down, he walked over to her on his knees. “Like this, mistress?”
“It’ll do,” she said. “Now, get up. Will, come and cuff him. I believe Charles and I are going to give you two a little show.”
“Yes!” he agreed excitedly.
Will cuffed him, then set Bubbles between his legs as they sat on the bed together.
“Let me know when you’ve had enough,” said Irene with a wicked gleam in her eyes. Then, she stepped back and flicked. The whiplash was gentle—this time. Charles groaned with delight. The second lash and the third were much the same. The fourth was much harder, taking his breath away.
“So—that’s how you want to play?” he gasped when she did it again. “Do it harder, mistress. I can take it.”
Irene obliged. He’d taken twenty lashes before he asked her to stop. Irene gave him one more before she set the whip aside.
“Now, you just hang there a bit, Charles, and let all that sink in, while Will and I help ourselves to your friend.”
“Wait, what?” he asked tiredly. “I thought you said you didn’t like women.”
She shrugged. “Not especially,” she told him, running a finger down his welts as she stepped by.
Will had Bubbles completely mesmerized. Irene scoffed as she looked at her, “Wow, I don’t see much change to the eyes.”
“They were pretty vacant already,” Will agreed, chuckling. “Go ahead, pet, have a bite.”
Irene felt her fangs slip out as she laid Bubbles back onto the bed, making sure that Charles could not see what she was doing as she bit into her throat. Her prey did not even struggle, but moaned softly, enjoying herself. Grinning, Will reached down and bared her breast, leaning down and taking it into his mouth. She was certain that he was feeding too.
The two of them did not stop until the woman was completely drained.
“Hey, what’s going on over there?” asked Charles. “I thought you wanted to have sex, not foreplay. What gives?”
“Don’t worry, Charles, we’ll be having sex soon enough,” said Irene. “Will and I, that is. I don’t think your little friend is up to the task anymore.”
“What do you mean, Irene?”
“What happened to ‘mistress?’” she growled as she stalked back up to him, fangs still out and bloodied, as she glared into his face.
“Oh, my God!” he gasped, then started to scream. “Help! Help me!”
“We’re in the middle of the woods, fool,” Will told him. “And I don’t like you. A man who would abandon his own children for that insipid little tart deserves whatever he’s about to get. Remember, pet, take your time.”
“You—you’ve already eaten,” said Charles in a wheedling tone. “You don’t even need me, mistress. If you let me go, I’ll go straight home and call Nancy. Tell her I broke up with Bubbles and I want her and the kids to come home. I’d never breathe a word about this place. I could even find you other girls to eat. I could!”
“And go right on treating my friend like she’s just a spare piece of meat?” Irene scoffed. “I really don’t think so.”
“Remember the lesson, my sweet,” Will said as he pushed Bubbles off the bed and laid down.
“Yes,” Irene chuckled. “Entrance first, and then make him do something—interesting.”
“Extremely interesting,” Will encouraged.
“You can’t hypnotize me,” Charles informed her. “Plenty of people have tried, but it never works on me.”
“Oh my, that sounds like a challenge to me,” Will chuckled. “Give it a go, baby. If you can’t do it, maybe I will.”
“Way to add pressure, you guys,” Irene complained. “But my fangs are out already, and you are such a pain. Maybe it’ll help me work if I do just a bit of drain.”
“No, wait!” Charles complained.
Will laughed. “Hey, good thinking. But remember, just a taste. Don’t go crazy.”
Irene surged forward and sank in her teeth, biting into his chest rather than tiptoeing to reach his throat. She made sure to bite hard, and right on top one of the welts from the whip.
“Ow!” Charles screamed.
*
“Will? Come and take me right here against him,” Irene said frivolously. “I’d like to remind Charles of what he’ll be missing.”
“Damn, Irene, you are so mean,” Will chuckled. Still, he got up and dropped his pants. Irene watched him, loving the fact that he was already so hard. He took the cock ring off the wall and slipped it on, an action which primed her pussy immediately.
“Are you ready for me, my beauty?” he asked her huskily.
“I’m always ready for you, Will,” she replied.
When he got behind her, Will unsnapped the bottom of her outfit. Finding her lacy black panties underneath, he tore them off her as well, then impaled her onto his cock, slapping her ass at the same time. Irene groaned appreciatively as she leaned her head against Charles’ abs and looked down.
“You’re hard as a rock, I see,” she commented salaciously. “Maybe I should make another part of you bleed.”
“Oh no,” Charles gasped. “God, no. Don’t bite that, please!
Will’s movements increased dramatically, and she took that to mean he liked the idea too. She lost herself in the moment for a time, but before she reached her release, she bent down for a long, satisfying drink. Three voices rang out in ecstasy as all of them came together.
*****
“Irene, please, won’t you stop torturing me?” Charles asked her in a pleading tone. “You know how much I enjoy your sweet pussy, and you know he likes to watch. Why not indulge in the fantasy?”
“That’s ‘mistress’ to you, slave,” she told him sternly. “And you’re supposed to be under my spell. Why isn’t the damned thing working?”
“At a guess?” he said. “You have to want it to.”
“He’s right about that,” Will added with a chuckle. “And he’s right about the other thing he said too. Because I really do like to watch. But I sure hope this guy is better than Cam and knows how to please you.”
“How can I fuck a guy when I can’t stand him?” she asked. “Look at what he did to Nancy.”
“Pet, listen to me,” said Will as he ran his lips along her neck on the way to her ear. “What we feel and what we do are not always one and the same. That’s a lesson you need to learn if you hope to properly feed. You must learn to divorce your emotion from your instinct. Your body hungers only for two things.
And sometimes, to get the food, you have to satisfy the sex drive too. The idea of marriage in today’s society is ludicrous. Nobody is ever completely faithful to just one man or one woman. There are always times when someone might have an itch that needs a scratch. At least you know that I will not be angry with you if you choose to scratch it here, in front of me. Now, you said you are angry with him. Use that energy and fuck him senseless. Not because it would please him, pet. Because it will please me.”
Irene realized that this was an ultimate test of whether or not she could be submissive. So far, she had been failing abysmally, and she knew that Will was displeased. She wanted him and loved him enough that her desire to please him took hold, and she turned around to unshackle Charles.
Once his hands were free, they began to fully indulge, running over her body like it was a fine-tuned instrument. She had never seen him so fired up before, and the look in his eyes—sheer, carnal lust which no longer held a trace of caution—fired up her libido unexpectedly.
No, it wasn’t Charles that had her hot; it was Will. The very thought of him watching them had her breathless with need.
So what if she needed to pretend the hands belonged to Will rather than Charles to help her focus? This was all about fantasy, and that meant she could use Charles’ body but fantasize about whatever she wanted to. Even some really hot actor or something. But no, her mind was wholly focused on the man who now leaned against the wall, gazing lustily at her curves.
His eyes were like a physical presence, tantalizing her skin wherever Charles’ hands touched. She couldn’t tell anymore where Charles’ touches ended and Will’s mental caresses began. This was all about sensation now.
Charles picked Irene up and brought her over to the bed. He did not lay her on it. Instead, he shoved her against the bedpost—hard. She grunted softly as he grasped her by the hips and entered her from behind. His thrusts were grueling, even unkind—and she liked it. She didn’t want loving strokes from this man. She wanted to ruin him. To break him down until he felt sorry for everything he’d ever done wrong to her friend.
She wasn’t quite sure how this grueling fuck fest was supposed to accomplish that, but what the heck? It sure felt good.
Sweat sheened all over her body, so profuse that her hair was dripping. She could see Will staring at them and fondling his cock from out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes riveted to that hand, to the cock it caressed, as she continued to move to the rhythm that Charles set. Will’s hand moved apace, making her heartbeats match the cadence, fluttering so fast she almost thought she was going to swoon.
An orgasm burst over her in waves, and she accidentally smacked her head on the hard wood of the post she’d been holding onto. “Ow!” she complained.
Will came to her then, and Charles instinctively stepped aside, out of his way. He kissed away the small trickle of blood on her temple. “That was a lot better than it was with Cam, pet. I wholeheartedly approve.”
“I’m glad I pleased you, sir,” she replied.
“What would really please me would be if you used that sweet mouth of yours to finish me off,” he said, grinning wickedly.
“Is that a good idea while leaving him loose?” she asked, pointing a thumb at Charles.
“It is, sweetheart, because while you are tasting me, Charles will be tasting you.”
She bit her bottom lip at the visual painted by these words. Hearing that, Charles moved in again, getting to his knees. His fingers began kneading her ass as he spread her legs apart with knee and pressed her onto the bed at the same time. Will laid on the bed as well, positioning himself so that all she needed to do was twist her upper body a little to take him into her mouth.
Irene wasted no time in doing just that. With Charles stimulating her already-sated pussy back into full flower, and Will’s cock ramming eagerly into the back of her throat, it didn’t take long before her body was convulsing ecstatically again. She felt Will’s hot load spurting out onto her tongue, and she willingly swallowed it all.
She was amazed to discover that she was more satisfied in that moment than she’d ever been before. The Charles that she had known before had been an adequate lover, but as a third, he was utterly amazing. He knew exactly what to do, and he seemed to do it as much for her pleasure as for his own.
Irene had to remind herself that it didn’t excuse what he had done to Nancy. Those kids still deserved a home. Yet, the more she thought back on what her friend had said, the more she remembered that it had been Nancy, and not Charles, who had elected to go. Hadn’t Charles been trying to find something that worked, just like Irene had been doing herself?
It was probably just her colossal orgasm putting such thoughts into her head. That, and the fact that she’d known Charles for several years. Could she really end the life of someone she’d known so long?
With Bubbles, it had been easy; she was nothing to her, and she didn’t even particularly like her. But Charles? They’d barbequed together, hadn’t they? Well, and they’d slept together as well. She didn’t want him for himself, she didn’t love him by any stretch of the imagination, but at one time, she had called him a friend.
These thoughts were still with her when Will shackled Charles to the bed for the night and brought her back to his rooms he kept in the resort. The two of them cuddled together on his big, comfortable bed, and he watched her face for a time.
“What are you thinking about?” Will asked gently.
“Will, have you ever killed somebody you’ve known for years?” she asked. “I mean, somebody that you used to consider a friend, but then decided was a waste of life because they’d done someone a terrible wrong?”
“You mean, like how it is with you and Charles?” he asked astutely.
“Yeah, just like that,” she shrugged. “I mean, if we do kill him, the kids won’t have a dad, right? I’m not sure if we’re doing the right thing here.”
“The trouble is, Irene, the man already knows now,” Will reminded her. “He’s well aware of what we are. We can’t possibly let him go.”
“Is there no way to keep him under our control?” she asked uncertainly.
“We could keep him locked up indefinitely,” he told her. “Use him for meals, then let him heal. My father has five people he uses in that way. We call them ghouls, and we control them by feeding them some of our own blood. In this case, your blood, since he would be yours.”
“I’m not sure I want him to be ‘mine,’ exactly, though,” she sighed. “I mean, he’s such a manipulative bastard, isn’t he? He would be difficult to control.”
“Like I said, he’s a good person to practice on,” Will chuckled. “If you can control Charles, then you could control anybody. He’s the perfect person to train your skills.”
“You sound like you want to keep him around,” said Irene, chuckling.
“Don’t get me wrong, Irene. I’m not attracted to men, but what we just did tonight—I’ve never felt like that before. It was amazing,” Will admitted. “And I’ve been doing this for a very long time. It might be worth some further exploration, don’t you think?”
The two of then grinned wryly at each other.
“I love you so much, Will,” she told him. “You really seem to understand me.”
“I understand you a lot more than you think I do,” he said. “I understand that you don’t know how to submit to me, that you need someone you can control. I can’t be that person, since there’s not one ounce of submission in me either. But maybe Charles could be. Think about it, Irene. You can do anything to him, and he’ll still obey. What could be more perfect, eh?”
“And in exchange for allowing me my plaything, you want submission from me?” she clarified.
“See? Seems like you know me pretty well too,” he chuckled. “That, and I want to watch you. I want to see you like you were tonight, mindless with need, moving your body with him but thinking only of me. It was plain to see.”
“You’re right,” she admitted slyly. “I tried to think of my ultimate fantasy, but the only thing that worked for me was visualizing you.”
“You have no idea how much that pleases me, pet,” he told her. “But right now, the sun is coming up, and it’s time that we get some sleep.”
Irene snickered. “Hey, Will? Let’s not tell him just yet, okay? I want to make him stew some more first.”
He laughed. “Remind me not to get on your bad side, baby.”
“Don’t worry, Will,” she grinned as she snuggled deeper under the covers. “I doubt you ever could.”