Bound by the Vampire Queen

He guided Jessica down to her knees, used a gentle hand on the back of her neck to put her forehead to the floor, a resting submissive pose.



“Put your hands behind your back and open your mouth,” he ordered Vincent. When Vincent complied, he guided his cock into the mouth of Belizar's servant. He had to close his eyes, because he usual y did when a male had hold of him, so he could imagine his lady's mouth, though hers and Vincent's were nothing alike. However, Vincent had undeniable skil s. Jacob put his hand on the close-cropped hair to hold him stil , control his movements so he wouldn't go off like a rocket.



Fortunately, getting him slick didn't take long. He pul ed back after only a few moments, turned Vincent so he was facing Jessica's folded-over body. “Take your hips off your ankles, Jess,” he said, a quiet order. “Ass in the air.”



She obeyed, though he saw her thighs tremble a little bit, but more from arousal than trepidation. He knew she trusted him. Vincent was well lubricated from previous groups, so the cocksucking had been psychological, underscoring the changing of the guard. Jacob drove in deep and hard, taking. He usual y kept his lady in mind when having to fuck a male, because it was always more politics than pleasure for him. But there was a primal pleasure in the taking, the control, and he let Vincent feel that.



The man grunted, his hands flexing on the floor between Jessica's ankles. He was hanging on by a thread.



“Put three of your fingers inside her ass, Vincent. Go easy.”



The male was more than will ing to do that, though he fumbled some, responding to the stimulation Jacob was inflicting upon him. The man's ass was contracting hard on him and Jacob knew he was close.



Fortunately, Jessica was also stil well lubricated from Gideon's earlier application of oil, so Vincent's fingers slid in easy. When she made that low cry again, Jacob drove her onward with an order.



“Squeeze down on him with every thrust, Jess. Make him feel you.”



The contraction of the anal muscles affected the clit, made it spasm that much more quickly. As she moved to obey, he kept encouraging her, commanding her. “Squeeze him. Squeeze him hard.



Every thrust. Don't miss a single one. It's your Master's cock. Milk him dry.”



Vincent let out his own moan as Jacob hit the spot he knew would be the servant's downfal . hell fire, he had an ass tight as a virgin girl. Belizar was hung like a horse. Vincent probably felt split open when his Master fucked him. “Getting close there, aren't you, Vincent?”



The male cursed him, low, and Jacob bared his teeth in a feral grin. Jessica's fingers scrabbled across the floor, and Jacob recognized the tiny, needy cries, growing in volume. The words,



“Please . . . Master . . .”



Mason's eyes were fierce amber, his mouth set into a line. He wanted to punish her, because that was what would please him. Jessica was smart enough to already know it, but she also knew her begging would please him as well.



“Squeeze him,” Jacob barked.



Jessica was hurled over that cliff, her admirable attempt to hold back lost in the face of Jacob's expertise and her own lack of experience. She came with a hard scream, her body bucking. Vincent grabbed at his own cock to massage himself furiously, directing the stream of semen toward the floor, away from Jessica. As he twisted away from the girl, Jacob pul ed out of him, dropped to one knee and gave Jessica a ful completion. His hand closed over her clit, fingers massaging the rippling bud of skin, two other fingers dipping inside of her cunt to thrust, his thumb pressing on her anus. She shrieked, her cream gushing over his hand, a deep pleasure as he slid his other arm under her hips to give her some balance.



He helped her fold all the way to the floor, writhing and convulsing. Vincent was breathing hard, stil on both knees next to them. It took both of them a few minutes to wind down, to finish out the climax. A few more to col ect their wits again, somewhat. But when they did, Jacob brushed his knuckles over Vincent's shoulder, giving him a nod and glance to show they were square. In return, he received a deferential gesture, devoid of malice. Belizar's servant also touched Jessica on the hip, a similar communication.



Good. He was proud of himself for keeping the politics in play despite the fact his cock felt like a fucking aluminum basebal bat. With one word, his lady could probably make him spew all over himself.



You never cease to be a charmer, Sir Vagabond.



His lips twisting, he lifted Jessica in his arms. She was stil shuddering, her skin so sensitive that even his carrying touch had her making soft cries and writhing.



He brought her to Mason, keeping his eyes down as he settled her between her Master's feet, her naked back braced against the male vampire's leg.



Mason slid his fingers into her hair, tipped back her head so she had to look into his face. She'd cried during her climax, and her mouth was parted and moist. It had been difficult, but she'd done it. That triumph was in her eyes, as well as the heartache and past pain that had made it so important to her.



“You disobeyed me, Jessica.”



When she reached up with a shaking hand, he closed his hand over her wrist. She touched him anyway, eyes adoring. “Yes, Master. Please forgive me. P-punish me as you see fit, please.”



“Later, habiba.” His tone softened, his eyes reflecting some of the same pain and suffering, mixed with pride and love. He gave her a kiss then, his mouth a brief tease on hers. “When we are alone, I will torment you in ways that make this seem like child's play.”



Jacob returned to his position to find only three of them were stil standing. Somewhat. Him, Gideon and—surprisingly—Debra. The servants who'd lost were variously engaged now, each the center of one or more vampires' attentions, the after-dinner play turned into a sexual bacchanalia. It made the heat in the room even closer, made it difficult for Jacob to look at anything but his lady. Her lips were parted, eyes that glowing green color like a cat hunting in the moonlight. But she ignored him, making him harder.



“You may return to your Master,” she told Debra, then glanced at Gideon, a faint smile playing on her tempting lips. “And to your Mistress. well done.” Gideon dropped to his knees next to Anwyn, sitting in a nearby chair. As she slid a hand around his neck, a Mistress's fierce demand was in her gaze. Though her voice was soft, Jacob heard her clearly enough. “Daegan says he wants you to pleasure my pussy, make me come. When we go back to the room, he will fuck you and final y—if you've pleased me—he'l let you come.” Gideon put his hands on either arm of the chair, caging her as he captured her mouth in a demanding kiss that showed her all he was feeling.



But when she pushed him back, his broad back curved, his palms bracing himself on the floor between her sexy stilettos as he worked himself beneath her snug skirt, into the dark fragrant val ey between her shapely thighs. She threw her head back, sable hair fanning out over the fabric of the chair. As he obviously made contact, burying his face in her pussy, the sounds of licking and suckling her reached Jacob's ears. It made him want to do like Vincent, wrap his hand around the fucking tree branch of his erection, give the aching some relief, but he'd hold out forever if it meant his lady would do it instead.



To all appearances cool and remote, she emitted that molten heat beneath, those jade eyes fastened on his. When he reached her, he swept his gaze down before he dropped to a knee before her in the winged-back chair. “How may I serve your pleasure, my lady?”



“You will serve it in our chambers. Fol ow me.” They left the atrium, passing out of sight of those left behind, though it probably little mattered, since they were involved in their own pleasure. Once they made that first corner, Jacob caught her arm, whipped her around and pressed her hard to the wal , devouring her mouth with his own. Her arms slid around him, her hips lifting to push against his. Since he was naked, she was rubbing herself against his bare cock, but the beaded fabric of her skirt was a rough and frustrating barrier. It was all part of the pleasurable cruelty, and he dragged it out, giving her every bit of his need in that kiss, feeling the dampness of her cunt through the cloth, the stiffness of her nipples, the strong clutch of her arms, all that bountiful hair tangling over his fingers. One heel dug hard into the back of his calf, her nails scoring his back.



Put me down, Jacob, and follow me to our room.



He did, and saw her eyes were fierce, wild, her mouth wet with his. She led the way, the sway of her hips driving him insane, so that he dared the insolence of cupping one silk-clad buttock. She sent him a warning look beneath those mink lashes, but it was pure tease now, a predator all owing the prey to toy with her. He was fine with that, because he sensed her mood, what she needed, wanted, and it matched his mood perfectly.



When they got into the room, he attacked again, sliding an arm around her waist and another under her legs, lifting her off her feet. She twisted free and, in a flash, had shoved him hard against the wal , face-first, his cock mashed uncomfortably against the rough stone.



“Who do you serve, Jacob?”



“You, my lady. Always you.” Her fingers teased his rim, and he fought her, to no avail. Her strength was at peak form, and he no longer had the ability to overpower her. So he strangled on a curse as those sharp nailed fingers slowly glided down his rectum.



“No . . . I don't want to come that way.”



“But whose wishes matter? Have you forgotten?”



“Yours, my lady. But let me fuck you. Let me spil my seed inside your cunt.”



“Such language.” She pressed up behind him, letting him feel every curve as those fingers continued to play. She scraped her fangs over his mark. “Though you might be the alpha servant now, you stil answer to your Mistress.”



“Always. My lady.” He closed his eyes tight, muscles straining against the stone.



“Then why are you stil fighting me?”



“Because tonight you want me to fight.” She chuckled then, a sultry sound. “Clever, clever knight.”



Suddenly, she released him. When he turned, she was ten steps away, in the center of the chamber.