Three days later, Irene was growing bored of their little game. She and Will were in their bedroom once again, and she sighed deeply. “While it’s fun to make Charles grovel and beg for his life and all that, I really think I’d like to go home tonight,” she said with a sigh. “I started to write a novel while we were there, and I keep getting plenty of inspiration but no way to write it down. I’ve lost more good content than I’ve managed to retain.”
“Hmm, sounds like I’ll need to buy you a laptop then,” said Will as he kissed the top of her head. “You could take that wherever we happen to be. You could even use it to write down some of the escapades we get up to in the pleasure room—changing the names to protect the not-so-innocent, of course.”
“Oh, you’re terrible!” she told him, punching him lightly on his arm. “And anyway, I thought we were supposed to be sleeping. That is why we came up to our room, isn’t it?”
“Yes, among other things,” he teased as he drew her with him to the bed. “I cannot possibly go to sleep without a kiss good morning.”
“You mean you want more sex after all of that?” she chuckled as he pressed her into the pillows and straddled her lap.
“I want time just with you,” he explained. “The other play is fun enough, but it’s just not the same, pet. We were doing that just for fun. But right now, I very seriously want to make love.”
“You’re so sweet,” Irene said softly, accepting and returning the kiss he gave her. Their tongues twined as Will began to move, pressing their pelvises more closely together. She could feel how hard his cock had become, and it really turned her on.
“So are you,” he told her with a predatory grin on his face. “I love how very sweet you are, my pet.”
She hadn’t expected it when he swooped in for a little bite. She moaned softly and turned her head to the side, letting him taste her. “Mmm, my good, good sir, I think those jeans are definitely in the way.”
“And so are those panties.”
“Maybe we should do something about that?”
He chuckled, grinned, and stood up as he said, “Definitely.”
Irene’s eyes tracked his hands as they slowly moved to the button of his fly, then deftly undid it. The fingers grasped the zipper and tugged it down. It felt like he was taking forever. He paused instead of removing the garment.
“Were you not meant to be taking off the panties, pet?” he asked sternly. “Remove them now, or I’ll be forced to punish you.”
“Please?” she begged him sweetly.
“Just take them off already,” he grumbled as he kicked his pants out of the way.
“But, Master, it would be so much better if you’d remove them with your teeth.”
He laughed. “You make a good point there.”
Will slowly returned to the bed, then took even longer to crawl up between her thighs. The man clearly had an infinite patience that she herself did not possess. She bit her lips in frustration when, right there hovering over the panties, he decided to take a rest.
“Are you serious?” she complained.
“Is that how you’re supposed to talk to your Master?” he asked sternly.
“No, sir,” she said contritely. “But still—”
“You really do need a spanking, don’t you, pet?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Roll onto your belly,” he ordered, and Irene quickly complied, even lifting her backside up for good measure, tempting him with it. He gave it a hearty smack that brought tears to her eyes, but she didn’t mind. He smacked her ass a few more times for good measure.
“Thank you, Master,” she whispered sweetly.
“Since I’ve got you this way already, I believe I’m going to take you from behind,” he said decisively.
Irene’s eyebrows perked up with interest. Until Charles had entered her that way, it was a position she had never tried, since Cameron was missionary style all the way. As he eased in and mounted, she arched her back so he could get deeper inside, and then her eyes went wide.
“Wow!” she gasped. “This feels a whole lot better with you! Come on, cowboy, ride me!”
“What did you call me?” Will asked sternly, giving her ass another whack.
“Oh, yeah!” she moaned enthusiastically. “Keep doing that!”
“Irene, maybe you still did not hear me,” he said, whacking her a few more times. “When will you get it into your head that I’m the master, and you are the slave? That means I am supposed to be instructing you, pet. Not the other way around.”
“Well, can’t we both be the master and just meet somewhere in the middle?” she asked hopefully.
“A true dom must learn how to submit first,” he scolded, though there was not much heat behind the admonishment. Probably because she was so damned wet, he couldn’t possibly resist taking full advantage of the fact.
Will slammed into Irene again and again, and any further need for conversation quickly evaporated in the swelter of their heat. Sweat broke out on Irene’s brow, then pooled gently onto her upper lip. Their bodies became soaked in it, and still they continued to move, chasing that ultimate peak.
When it finally came, their voices were so loud Irene was pretty sure they could hear them throughout the whole forest as she plopped down into the pillows and practically passed out. Will tumbled off to the side, taking her with him. Eventually, they remembered to get under the covers sometime in the middle of the day.
*****
When they came to in the pleasure room that night, Irene was not wearing her dom outfit, but rather a t-shirt and some jeans. She brought Charles his own clothes, freshly laundered, and told him to put them on.
“I’ll go warm up the van,” said Will, giving Irene a kiss as he headed back out the door. “Have him ready in ten.”
“What’s going on?” Charles asked ruefully.
“We’ve decided to keep you around,” she explained. “I’ll be keeping you in one of the guest rooms at the mansion, but if you try to get away, I could easily change my mind. You are to become my ghoul, Charles. As such, I will feed you a small amount of my own blood sometimes as a way to control you.
You won’t be allowed to return to your old life, nor to your job at Berkeley, since we cannot afford to take the risk of setting you free. Don’t think this means I forgive you for what you did to Nancy, either. We need to find a way to tell her and the kids they can come home, that you’ve decided to move away.”
“I’ll text her online, tell her that Bubbles and I feel bad about her feeling the need to leave,” he suggested. “I’ll let her believe the two of us have gone away, and she can have our home.”
“You don’t sound nearly as upset as I thought you would be,” said Irene suspiciously.
“Sweetie, didn’t I tell you I wanted you in my life?” he scoffed. “Hell, I’ll take you any way I can get you, okay? Plus, I didn’t really want to die, so why should I be upset that things aren’t going to end that way?”
“Don’t think I won’t drain you dry whenever I get tired of your dumb ass,” she told him flatly. “Don’t think me letting you live means I have feelings for you in any way, because I don’t. Will is the only man who will ever have my heart.”
*****
They were relatively silent on the trip home, each of them lost in their own thoughts. Irene knew that Will was a little upset with her, even though he wasn’t saying so, because she could not seem to be submissive. Really, she’d been bossing the man around ever since he’d awakened her, and that couldn’t be something the man was used to.
Still, she was so tired from all the years she’d been forced to suppress herself—who she really was, what she really wanted—under Cameron’s regime. She wasn’t about to start doing the same for Will and end up having just another relationship that turned out the same way.
More than just her body had changed, thanks to the vampire’s kiss. Something else deep within her was changing too. She felt empowered by it, and she refused to let it go. So, Will would just have to get used to it. If he didn’t—well, she didn’t know what then. Because she sure as hell never wanted to let him go.
“Your mind seems to be in a very dark place, Irene,” said Will as he pulled up in the garage, parking the van beside a green Jaguar. Irene glanced at it curiously. How had she not noticed the vehicle before?
“Oh, I see your car’s here,” he added, glancing at it as though it was nothing more than a Tonka toy. “Maybe that will cheer you up a bit, hmm?”
“You got me a car?” Irene chuckled.
“It suits you,” he excused himself.
Irene thought about what to say carefully. The old Irene would have admonished him for frivolously wasting money on her. Told him that he didn’t need to buy her love, and all that other crap. But the truth was, she loved that he’d bought this thing. She had no idea when she would ever use it, but just knowing it was there felt quite satisfying. So, she just laughed and shook her head.
“Do you know how to drive that thing?”
“Of course, I do,” he chuckled. “And I fully intend to teach you, too.”
“Oh, you got her a Jaguar?” said Charles with a smile as he scooted out of the back and stood on his own two feet again. “Way to go, man. She should like that just fine.”
“Listen, Charles, I don’t remember asking your opinion on the matter,” said Will, one brow raised with annoyance. “Don’t be a nuisance, or I will drain you myself. Hiram will show you to your room. Oh yes, has he been properly fed yet?”
“I wasn’t sure how much?” Irene mentioned.
“Hmph, come along, Charles, we’ll stop by the kitchen and take care of that beforehand,” he said. “Generally, Irene, you would need about half a wine glass. And you need to make sure he consumes the whole thing.”