Oh my God, what was that all about? He held me—held me like a baby! And not only that, he wouldn’t let me go! And he kissed me—or I kissed him! I can’t believe I did that—I can’t believe I kissed my boss! It’s so embarrassing!
Embarrassing yes, but it had felt incredible. And completely different from what she was used to.
Sarah could still remember the way her skin had crawled every time Father Caleb had touched her. He hadn’t forced her to “meet his needs” as Sarah knew he forced others at the Compound. But he had strongly hinted that it was the proper thing for her to do. And when Sarah had persisted in not taking his broadly dropped hints, he had declared that it was time she became a Bride of the Prophet in order to have a “holy child.”
Ugh! She pushed the thought away. Being held by Commander Sazar had been nothing like that. When he’d held her close to his broad, muscular chest she felt small and cherished and when he kissed her—or she kissed him, it was hard to tell which had actually happened—it seemed like her whole body was on fire with yearning for him.
Just the memory of it made the tips of her breasts throb and the spot between her legs felt hot and achy.
Sarah bit her newly healed lip and tried to ignore the feelings. She had been raised to believe that there were places on a woman’s body she shouldn’t touch. Forbidden places, meant only for the Prophet…or for her husband if one of the men of The Brotherhood decided to add her as a second or third wife or concubine.
But I’m not letting them tell me how to dress anymore, Sarah told herself defiantly. The Controllers aren’t here and neither is Father Caleb. So why should I let what they taught me dictate my other actions?
Why indeed?
Walking into the bedroom of her guest suite, she pulled off her clothing and folded it neatly on the dresser. There was a lovely nightgown Kat had talked her into getting—a silky deep blue which showed up the auburn highlights in her chestnut hair.
Sarah slipped it on and then, since she still felt a little dizzy from blood loss, she lay back on the bed. She started to run a hand over her breasts, bare beneath the nightgown, but a harsh voice intruded in her head.
You must never touch yourselves in the forbidden areas, girls, lectured the voice of Sister Sylvia, the elderly matriarch who had ruled over the women of the Compound with an iron fist. It is wrong and disgusting. Only your husband or The Prophet may touch you there.
Sarah stopped, her hand curling into a fist of pure frustration between her breasts. Damn it—why did her past keep intruding on her present?
Only the hand of your husband should touch you there! Sister Sylvia insisted in her head.
Well, what if…what if Commander Sazar was my husband?
The naughty little thought brought a whole flood of fantasies with it. She could imagine him cradling her in his arms, just as he had when she’d fainted. But this time he wouldn’t just kiss her, he would touch her, his big hand moving over her body, teasing her nipples…stroking between her legs…
As she pictured it, her own small hand copied what she saw in her mind’s eye. It glided over the silky nightdress, circling her puffy nipples gently until she moaned with surprised pleasure.
God, that felt good! She’d known she was sensitive there but she’d never dared to touch herself deliberately before. She tugged lightly at her tender buds, imagining her fingers were Commander Sazar’s.
“Oh, Commander Sazar,” she moaned softly. Pleasure zinged through her, electrifying…a revelation. It reminded her of the sensations she’d experienced while he’d fed from her.
Another stray thought crossed her mind.
He said he could call a vein from anywhere on my body. Could he call one here?
She imagined the big Kindred bending over her, taking one tight pink nipple in his mouth. It would hurt when his fangs pierced her flesh but then after that, the deep sucking sensation that shot sparks of pleasure through her entire body would begin.
“Oh! Commander Sazar,” she gasped as she imagined the forbidden sight of his sensuous lips wrapped around her nipple. “Oh! Do you really want to drink from me there?”
Unbidden, one of her hands found its way lower, slipping between her thighs. The silky nightgown was still in the way but that didn’t stop the good feelings from coming when Sarah dared to press her fingers against the soft curls of her mound.
More even than her nipples, this place was sensitive and extremely prone to pleasure.
Pussy…The forbidden word formed in her head and she imagined Commander Sazar whispering to her.
“I want to touch your pussy, Sarah. I want to taste you…to drink from you here.”
Oh God, could he do that? Would he be able to drink from such a delicate area? Would it hurt? Or would it feel so good she couldn’t stand it?
Sarah squeezed her thighs together, still pressing rhythmically with her hand.
“Commander,” she whispered. “Oh Commander Sazar…Sazar…”
His name rose like a prayer on her lips and she didn’t realize she was getting louder and louder. Pleasure shot through her, building and building. It felt incredible but somehow it seemed there should be more.
It felt as though she was climbing a mountain—trying to reach a peak but something was always in the way. Sarah pressed harder, feeling almost desperate.
Why can’t I reach it? I want to reach it. I need to!
But she couldn’t get there.
It was disappointing and frustrating, especially since Sarah had the feeling that if she could only reach that elusive peak of pleasure once, she would always be able to reach it in the future. But her body wouldn’t cooperate—maybe because she could still hear the disapproving voice of Sister Sylvia speaking in her ear, telling her what a dirty thing it was for a girl to touch herself and how only nasty girls did that—nice girls waited for their husband or the Prophet…
But I didn’t even take off my gown! It’s not like I’m touching myself bare. The very thought made her shiver, it was so forbidden. But the fact that she wasn’t committing the ultimate sin didn’t seem to make any difference—she could feel the pleasure slipping, fading away.
It wasn’t just the voice of Sister Sylvia either—it was the guilt she felt about using her new boss as fantasy material. How could she look him in the eye again after imagining him doing such indecent things to her?
I really need to control myself better.
With a frustrated sigh, Sarah gave up. Well, she had been at the Compound for nearly half her life. It would take time to get over all she had learned there—time to change herself and her worldview.
I have time, she thought, trying to feel better about her failure to reach the peak. I have plenty of time. And I’ll be far away—where no one from The Brotherhood can ever reach me again. I’ll get there.
Eventually…she hoped.
* * * * *
Had he really heard her cry his name? Sazar turned over in bed, getting closer to the thin wall which connected their sleeping chambers.
At first he’d thought she must be in trouble and was crying out for him. He’d been halfway to the door when he heard her again…and identified the soft, husky tone in her voice.
Sarah wasn’t crying out in pain or fear…she was crying out in pleasure.
Gods, is she thinking of me? Picturing me the way I’ve been picturing her?
He lay back down on the bed and listened again.
“Oh!” he heard her moan softly. “Do you…do you really want to drink from me there?”
Immediately his shaft was almost painfully erect. Gods, was she imagining what he thought she was imagining? A picture formed in his mind—the image of his own hand pulling off the deep red shirt she’d been wearing, baring her full, lush breasts for his mouth…for his fangs.
Calling a vein to drink from such a delicate area wasn’t often done. His mate, Malinda, hadn’t liked it very much—saying it was uncomfortable and too intense—though she had loved it when he bit her neck and injected his essence during the peak of passion.
Regular Blood-Kindred were able to give pleasure with their bite when they bit at a conventional spot—like the neck or the inner thigh. That was because they were injecting their essence when they bit—a chemical compound which brought intense pleasure and marked a female as that Kindred’s own.
Pitch-Blood Kindred, however, were biting to feed, not to pleasure. Without the injection of essence, their bite could be extremely painful during the feeding process unless they were also touching a female sexually. Only during Bonding Sex were they able to inject essence because that activity was linked to claiming and bonding, not feeding. It was one reason Sazar’s own peculiar sub-set of Blood Kindred were considered to have a disability by the rest—the fact that they could not make their bite pleasurable all the time.
Pitch-Blood did have one special ability that normal Blood Kindred did not, however—the ability to give a deep sexual pleasure—the Blood Pleasure it was called—when piecing the most delicate spots on a female's body with their fangs. But this was only possible with a Fated Mate. As much as he had loved Malinda, she hadn’t been a Fated Mate—so when he’d tried drinking from her breasts, she hadn’t enjoyed it.
Now he wondered—would Sarah be able to draw pleasure from his bite in such an intimate area? And was that what she was picturing as she…what? Touched herself? Yes, it must be that—as she touched herself on the other side of that wall which separated them.
The thought set him on fire and he couldn’t help himself—he pulled down his black sleeping trousers and fisted himself in one large palm. Gods, the idea of biting her there…of drinking from one of her tender pink nipples or even the soft, sweet spot between her thighs…
He could imagine how it would be…spreading her pussy lips open to reveal her swollen, wet folds…lapping and sucking her, circling the throbbing button of her clit with his tongue and then…
“Ah…Gods!” He managed to muffle his cry in a pillow at the last instant as the pleasure arched through him like a bolt of lightning. Hot cum spurted from the tip of his cock, the shaft pulsing in his hand as he came again and again. It wet his belly with its profusion—Gods there was so much of it.
It made him realize he was hungry for more than just blood. How long had it been since he’d had any kind of sexual contact?
Since Malinda died, he thought and felt a fresh wash of sorrow. Perhaps he shouldn’t be thinking of another female this way. Was he being unfaithful to the memory of his dead mate?
Even if you aren’t, you damn sure shouldn’t be thinking of your assistant that way, he told himself sternly as the pleasure ebbed. Sexual harassment, remember? You don’t want to be guilty of that.
But Sarah had been thinking of him that way—at least, he thought she had been. How else to explain the hot little sounds coming from her side of the wall? The way she had been calling his name?
Don’t think of it—don’t think of any of it, he ordered himself. You have a mission to conduct—an important one. Just go to sleep so you can be well rested when you meet with the Alquons tomorrow.
Deliberately, he turned his back to the wall and closed his eyes. But in his mind’s eye, he continued to see himself with Sarah, baring her sweet luscious body and taking her ripe nipple deep in his mouth as he prepared to give her the Blood Pleasure again.