Tempting The Gorgon: A Gorgon / Vampire Romance

Chapter 19

Ideserved a fucking award.

It had been over an hour since Vinni removed her jacket to reveal the sexiest bloody outfit I’d ever seen. My fangs throbbed the minute I caught some of her scent through the fabric, and when the raspberry and warm vanilla swirl that I’d come to associate with my mate filled my nostrils and the sight of her globed, fishnet-covered ass cheeks graced my eyes as she stood to fold her jacket behind her chair, my cock nearly burst through the fabric of my leather pants.

I’d seen the way Rory looked at her too, and I surprisingly didn’t want to murder him for the lust in his eyes as he looked at my mate. She was fucking perfection, and I knew every person in attendance tonight would be taking their fill of her in.

But she didn’t have eyes for any of them.

Or maybe she had eyes for Rory.

But I did too because I wasn’t blind, so that was okay.

Plus, he was our friend, and I knew Lennox had him wrapped around her finger even if he hadn’t broken through to her yet.

“Who wants to be my footrest until it is our turn to perform?” Vinni had asked us after she removed her coat when we first sat down.

I’d jumped at the opportunity to touch her, but Rory beat me to it somehow, kneeling in place before I had a chance to respond. He’d been on his hands and knees since while Vinni lounged and took in the performances.

“How can I serve you while we wait, mistress?” I’d asked, the begging tone in my voice not faked in the least. She turned to take me in, surveying my bare chest. I loved how her eyes lingered on my piercings.

“Kneel.”

I obeyed immediately, kneeling next to Rory, who still propped up her feet.

“Rest your head on my thigh and be a good boy while we wait,” she’d commanded. I rested my leg on her thigh, and she’d wasted no time before rubbing the back of my neck.

I’d let out a growl and pretended to bite at her thigh, which earned me a slap on the back of my neck.

“Naughty,” she’d tsked. “Behave.”

I’d ignored Rory’s soft laughter and did as she commanded while the performances began.

There hadn’t been anything of note so far, but each act was becoming increasingly provocative. There were some vampires that did a lot of blood play that naturally had my cock even harder than before. Vinni’s ministrations on my neck had increased as the smell of the blood lingered in the air.

“Is my vampire thirsty?” she’d asked.

I’d whimpered, leaning into the sub role I was playing more and more.

“You’ll have to wait like a good boy and wait until we are in private before your meal.”

“Thank you, mistress.” I’d answered like we rehearsed.

And the acts continued.

More partners. More holes filled. More bodily fluids than I’d cared to see on the stage. It wasn’t like how I imagined Vinni would run her shows at Venom. These performances weren’t so much an act as they were mostly fucking with an audience, and sometimes brutally, with no real crowd work.

For each act that crossed lines I knew I wouldn’t have been comfortable with, another one came on that left heat spreading down my spine and filling my stomach with want for my mate.

We were putting on a show, waiting for our opportunity to provide the ultimate distraction for the club patrons, especially as word spread through the dark club that a gorgon was among the performers. What had started out as a sparsely crowded room had gone to near capacity within the first twenty minutes we’d sat down. Vinni’s snakes also knew their role as they dutifully kept hissing at passersby, making sure folks knew that there was a gorgon here that was going to hit the stage.

The little bastards even bit me a few times, even though I was convinced they liked it and it wasn’t part of our act at all.

They hadn’t bitten Rory that way, after all.

Why did her snakes biting me make me feel special? Great fucking question.

Maybe biting as a love language was something I understood as a vampire?

Or at the very least, I appreciated it more than others might.

The soloist on the stage who performed some pretty intense masturbation and stretching of her various holes, finished and bowed as the announcer came back over the speakers.

“And now, the moment I’m guessing most of you are here for. The final act of the night is a newcomer to our stage but looking at how she’s treated her subs so far, I’d say they weren’t newcomers to the scene at all.” I stifled a laugh. I wonder what the announcer would say if they knew we’d never even fucked before. “Without further ado, as I know I’m just as eager to see what this trio has in store for us, please welcome Mistress Serpent and her pups to the Queen City After Dark stage!”

The applause was loud compared to the other guests, but most in the audience only straightened in their seats or inched closer to their respective partners.

This was the part of our charade we hadn’t really rehearsed, despite it being an integral part of the plan. Rory and I had trusted that Vinni knew what she was doing and could keep the crowd entertained long enough for Franny to distract the owner and for the girls and Dom to get the pup out unscathed. Overall, it seemed like a pretty straightforward plan.

Rory and I rose to our feet to help Vinni up. She snapped her fingers, and we froze as she bent over to grab a bag that she’d hidden beneath her trench coat. The globes of her huge ass cheeks jiggled as she stood back straight and proceeded to the stage, leading us with another snap of her fingers. We followed in step behind her with our heads bowed in a sign of respect and submission.

I didn’t submit for anyone.

But I’d yield for her.

Rory was the only person who knew that submission was another part of my ultimate plan to woo her and make her my mate. I needed to show her I could give her control, especially now that I knew she’d spent the last miserable decades tied to brutish vampires like my father and brother. She needed to see me, a big vampire that could kill most beings on the planet with little thought, bend the knee, and obey whatever order she gave.

It wasn’t going to be hard for me since I was willing to do anything to convince Vinni to be mine. The only part of this that would be difficult is the fact we had an audience and that I had to maintain some level of clarity since we were also trying to save some kid’s life all the same.

The scent of leather permeating from the pup mask kept me grounded in the moment; the rich aroma was a reminder I needed to not completely lose myself to the sensations around me. Especially the swirl of vanilla and raspberry emanating from my mate.

“Welcome to the first annual pup show, Charlotte.” Vinni purred the words as if she were caressing every member of the audience as we took the stage. She made eye contact with whoever dared meet her gaze, and the power she held on the stage was unmatched with any other act. She was a queen in every meaning of the word, and she commanded the room as such. “Kneel,” she demanded, and I heard Rory’s tree trunk legs fall at the same time my knees hit the wooden floor of the stage.

“Good boys,” she praised us while petting the back of my neck. Rory groaned, and I assumed she did the same to him.

“What shall we make them do, my new friends?” she asked the audience. In regard to our primary objective, it was a brilliant choice to involve the audience to keep them more present and engaged.

In regard to my personal feelings on the matter, I hated that anyone else would have input on what Vinni would do to us.

“Make them beg!”

“Make them pleasure you!”

“Degrade their filthy little holes!”

Gods. These people were freaks.

I grinned under the mask because I was a freak too.

“We’re not going to do your job for you, snake bitch.” a higher-pitched voice called from the crowd, and I couldn’t stop the snarl which earned me a swift smack on the back of the neck with what felt like a riding crop she must have grabbed from her bag.

“It seems some are questioning my ability to control you, and then you give them a reason to continue their incessant rabble? Lick my boots, mutts.” Vinni added an edge of annoyance to her tone, but it was only directed at us. My inner Dom knew she had to ignore any other opinions, and we’d insult her for doing anything other than what she commanded.

Even if I wanted to hunt down whoever insulted her in the crowd and snap their necks between my?—

She can handle herself, vampire, Snake Daddy said into my mind.

She might be your mate, but she is our queen, and you only need to heed her command, theonly feminine voice added.

I can’t handle anyone disrespecting her, I explained while moving toward her boots.

You disrespect her more by not wetting her boots with your tongue immediately,Titi said.

I’d already kneeled but paused as I heard more snickers from the crowd.

“Did I not make myself clear?” Vinni asked again, and I felt her hand shove me down, the leather of her boots slightly different to the one of my mask, causing my cock to involuntary twitch at her command.

“Good boys,” she muttered. “Now, I see some of you aren’t interested in participating,” she said to the crowd while Rory and I continued cleaning her boots with our tongues.

“Ignore that dumb bitch!” someone called out.

“Let us touch them!” another called.

“We can play too!” yet another called.

I kept my mind on my task, ignoring what was happening around me. The taste of Vinni’s boots was nothing if not an appetizer to the main event, even if I was being punished.

“Charlotte is so eager to offer their services to my pups, how sweet,” she crooned, but I could hear the annoyance in her voice that anyone would touch us. “I did, however, hear someone say for them to pleasure me, and I think that’s a fantastic way to show their obedience.”

“Feck me,” Rory muttered low enough for only us to hear.

I chuckled but kept licking at my mate’s boots.

“You may rise, boys,” Vinni ordered. “Pup,” she called to Rory and handed him the riding crop. “You are going to watch this one eat his dinner. If at any time you think he is not doing it to the best of his ability, you will strike him with the crop on the back of his thighs until he obeys. Do you understand?”

“Aye, mistress,” Rory answered, a little too eagerly for my taste.

“And you.” She turned to me. “Let’s show our new friends how you earned your place as my pup.”

I was salivating already and continued to do so while Shania had two males bring a small bed to the platform. Once it was secure on the platform, Vinni faced the audience, gave them a wink, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

“Kneel.” I obeyed her command again immediately.

She put her index finger under my chin to lift me and meet her eyes. “I expect you to make me come twice before I let you touch yourself. And even then, it’s debatable after how you’ve behaved tonight. Are you clear on your instructions?”

“Yes mistress.”

Vinni slapped my masked cheek affectionately before laying back and spreading her thighs. I knew she’d been dressed the part, but the fact she wore no underwear under her leather skirts and only had fishnets covering her beautiful pussy had me groaning in need to pleasure her.

*SLAP*

A burning sensation spread across the back of my thighs, and several folks in the crowd cooed with intrigue at the riding crop that my friend wielded.

“What the fuck?” I whispered for only Rory and Vinni to hear.

“The mistress did not say you could make a noise.” Rory was going to have too much fun with this, I could already tell.

I turned my attention back to my mate’s pussy, and despite us there to be a distraction, I found myself wanting to shield this sight from the onlookers who tried to take her in. Then I thought about how Thatcher and my father must have acted toward her body even if they never sexually assaulted her.

They’d acted like they owned it.

And she’d told me about traveling to the clubs in the past, how she felt a sense of freedom and autonomy on the stage she hadn’t been afforded by her captors.

And I stifled down my own urge to claim her for myself and whisk her away from this crowd of people who didn’t even know her or appreciate her like I did.

Do not let your intrusive thoughts win, vampire, Luxor said into my mind.

Her body is not yours, and she’s the one who decided to perform. She knows how a gorgon draws a crowd. It’s the pup’s best chance to escape, Titi added. Both had a sympathetic tone to their voice as if they knew how hard this was for me.

So I let myself drift into Vinni’s control.

“Show them how much you appreciate your mistress offering you a meal.” Vinni purred the command before sliding her hand down to grab the base of my neck, thrusting me face first into her fishnet-covered pussy.

“Fuck,” I muttered against the material biting into my mouth and cheeks, inhaling her musky vanilla scent that overpowered every other sense I had down here. I barely felt the slap of the riding crop as Rory punished me for making a noise yet again.

“Your pussy is perfect, mistress,” I muttered as penance for my delay.

Rory slapped me again, and I snarled at him before I felt twin pinching stings on my neck and heard the crowd gasp.

“It seems my snakes are growing as impatient as I already am, pup,” Vinni complained, spreading her legs even further and reaching to lift my pup mask enough for me to devour her.

*SLAP*

Rory chuckled, and I saw red.

“I swear to all that is good in this world, I am going to repay this fucking favor, Rory,” I muttered barely over a whisper and heard the big Scottish bastard chuckle again before smacking the back of my thighs again, this time right below where he’d struck previously.

“Good boy,” Vinni crooned, and I looked up to see her stroking Rory’s beard affectionately. “Do you want a reward?”

“Whatever my mistress wants,” Rory responded, looking a little too comfortable in his role for my taste. I wanted my mate’s attention back on me.

I stopped fighting the inevitable and struck forward, ripping the fishnets with my fangs until I had nothing obstructing my view of the prettiest pussy I’d ever laid eyes on. I finally had nothing between my mouth and Vinni’s perfect cunt, so I struck again with my tongue.

Her taste was perfect, and I hated that I was having to savor it in front of these strangers that frequented a club that obviously partook in sex trafficking. She was dripping wet with need, which I hoped meant having me between her legs was affecting her just as much as it was me.

“Make her come!” someone yelled in the crowd.

“If he isn’t doing it right, let me know and I can step in!” another shouted.

I responded by spreading my tongue wide and licking from her ass to her clit in one smooth motion, enjoying the way her pussy lips clenched around my tongue, trying to keep me in. Then I devoured her pussy like it was the first feast after a famine, like it was my last meal before welcoming death’s embrace, like it was the most divinely prepared meal presented on gold plating at a goddess’s dining table.

Vinni was mine.

Even in front of these others.

Even with Rory slapping me like I was his own personal toy.

Even with her cunt bared before the masses like she were on display for them instead of me.

It didn’t matter who was in front of us or around us.

I pulled back enough to peer up into my mate’s eyes. My face was still covered enough by the mask that no one in the crowd should recognize me, but I needed her to see me and know this was more than an act for me, that she was more than something I wanted to parade around to others.

Vinni kept her domme mask on tight, but I saw the recognition in her eyes at my silent request.

Are you okay?The snakes linked us.

I’m trying not to murder everyone in this room for looking at you like a prize to be won.

She chucked in our mutual thoughts.

You knew what you were getting into, vampire.

I did. But are you ready for what I’m about to do so they know how I can torment you all the same?

She looked questioningly at me, but I didn’t let on to anything else.

Do you trust me?I waited for her response.

Yes, she said, surprising even me.

That’s good, my temptress, I replied before winking at her beautiful fucking face and sinking my fangs deep into her inner thigh.