Chapter 29
Maya almost grinned at how tense Harper was. Her body was tight as a wire, moments away from snapping. If she did what she obviously wanted and claimed the pleasure she was desperate for, she would fall apart in seconds.
Instead, she did as she was told, slowly rolling her hips. Even though the effort of doing so turned her breathing shallow and made her hands curl into fists.
Maya ran her hands over Harper’s chest. She stilled as Maya circled her thumbs around her nipples, but remembered herself before Maya could correct her. She rolled her hips again, the light pressure drawing quiet sighs from Maya’s mouth.
“I love having you like this.” Maya caressed the sides of Harper’s waist. Her hips. Stopping at her ass. “Close to writhing on top of me. Desperate to fall over. I’ve wanted that for a fucking week.”
She spanked her ass. Not as hard as she knew Harper liked, but enough that she could ready herself for the next strike.
Instead, she froze. Her hips stopped moving, her jaw clenching.
“Why did you stop?”
“I had to.” Harper took a shaky breath. “If you do that again, and I’m moving, I think I’ll come, Sir.”
“Is that so?” Maya spanked her again, harder, and Harper whined. Her mouth fell open in a silent moan, and she dug her fingers into Maya’s shoulders.
“Again?” Maya asked. Harper nodded.
“Yes, Sir—ah.”
Another hard spank. Another whine and more panting breathing. Sweat shined on her chest, her breath trembling.
“How many can you take?” Maya asked. Harper didn’t hesitate.
“As many as you want to give, Sir.”
Maya hummed in approval. “Good answer.”
She spanked her again, and Harper drew in a hissing breath. But she didn’t move away.
That reaction was riveting. Only moments ago, every command was responded to with willful disobedience, and now…
Now Maya could control Harper’s every action. Using just her voice.
It helped that Harper obviously wanted to get there. The whole point of the games and preamble was that, eventually, Harper would lose. She wanted to lose. She just didn’t want to do so without a fight.
And seeing her give in was one of the most exhilarating things Maya had ever witnessed.
“How close are you?” Maya asked. Harper’s skin was bright red. Just touching her with a fingertip made her gasp.
“Very close.” She swallowed. Panted. “Please… I just—”
“I know. You’ve been so good. You deserve a reward.” Maya took her hands, kissing each of her palms. “Roll your hips again. Slowly. But otherwise, you can touch me however you want.”
Harper didn’t hesitate. She fell on Maya like she was fucking prey, mouths clashing in a breathless, moaning kiss. One hand cupped Maya’s breast, the other gripped the back of the couch, using the hold as leverage as she rolled her hips again.
The movement pressed the vibrator under the harness against her clit. Maya moaned, and Harper echoed the noise. Her hips rolled faster, but before Maya could correct her, Harper slowed down on her own. Though she whimpered when she did so.
“I’ve needed this so fucking bad.” She leaned against Maya’s chest, her skin warm and sweaty. “But I… I can’t… I need more.”
“You have all of me.”
“It’s not enough.” Her nails dug into Maya’s skin. “Please, Sir. I need more. I need it faster.”
“But I want it slow.” Maya brought Harper’s mouth to hers again, muting her breathless protests. “Keep going just like this. I want you shivering before you break.”
Maya had already noted that orgasm control wasn’t one of Harper’s many talents. If she started falling, no power on earth could pull her back. In fact, trying to do so just made her fall harder.
That might be frustrating to some. But they didn’t see Harper as the gift she was. The fact that her body couldn’t help but get her in trouble was just a prime setting for creative punishments. And Harper whimpered so prettily.
But this wasn’t a punishment. This was a joining of their bodies after too long apart. Maya wanted to savor it. To live in it. Harper had already been close when she was on the floor, and this had brought her right back to the edge.
The air was sweet. Desire flowed off her in waves, making every moan taste like sugar. Harper’s blood would match that sweetness. Maya still remembered it. She remembered it every time Harper brimmed with this scent.
What if she had another taste? Sank her teeth into this woman’s flesh as she was overcome with pleasure? Other Chains vampires did it all the time.
Would it really be that terrible?
Her fangs extended. Aching and slow, as Maya’s eyes fixed on the vein bouncing at Harper’s throat.
No, she… she shouldn’t. Should stop. Should end this now and the temptation it brought. Should push Harper away and keep her safe from the pain she longed to cause.
But Maya wasn’t strong enough for that. Instead, she forced her fangs to retract and kissed Harper’s neck. But she didn’t do it gently, like she’d intended. She did it hard, did it hungrily. Did it snarling.
“Oh, yes,” Harper moaned. “Don’t… don’t stop. Oh, my God.”
Her pulse thrummed against Maya’s lips. It beat at the speed of a mouse, a rabbit, a tiny prey caught in a snare.
Even her skin was fucking decadent. Her body shined with sweat, and Maya wanted to lick it off. Wanted to pierce her skin hard enough to leave scars. Leave them where they could be easily seen, so everyone who laid eyes on her would know that Harper was hers.
She wasn’t. Neither by mutual agreement nor by the laws of their Court. But even as Maya reminded herself of that fact, it still felt like a lie.
“Go faster,” Maya snarled, kissing her harder. It would leave a mark. It fucking better leave a mark.
“Fuck. Yes. Yes.” Harper moaned out every word, rolling her hips harder. “I’m going to come.”
“Not yet.” She wanted more of this. Feel Harper writhing for longer. Taste her skin until it fucking bruised.
“I can’t stop it.” She clutched Maya’s shoulders, legs twitching. “I can’t… I can’t stop. Fuck.”
Her breath broke into rapid panting. She slowed down by reflex, but Maya couldn’t let her. Not when she was this close herself.
She grabbed Harper’s hips and moved them for her. Pulled her hard against the strap over and over, pushing the harness against the vibrator.
Maya groaned. Then growled, and the noise almost overpowered Harper’s cries as she was fucked through the shattering orgasm.
She clawed at Maya’s shoulders, at one moment pushing her away and the next pulling her closer. Yelling and moaning, fruitless begging intercepting the sounds.
Pleasure zipped through Maya’s body, hot and fast, and then persisted when she pulled Harper hard against her. Maya groaned as she came, the shock of pleasure fading into light buzzing.
Harper went limp. She shivered all over, her muscles twitching whenever she moved even slightly. Her breath turned wheezing, and her fingers dug into Maya’s skin as though letting go would send her sprawling from a deadly precipice.
Maya switched off the vibrator and pulled Harper closer, letting her lean against her chest.
“You okay?”
“Uh-huh…” Harper made a noise somewhere between a moan and a sigh. “Well… kind of… I can’t move my legs.”
“Was it too much?”
“Hell no. You’re not allowed to fuck me that well every time. This was very much an exception.” She rested her head against Maya’s shoulder. “That was fucking amazing.”
Her being blindfolded was lucky then. Maya wasn’t sure her face reflected the calm state Harper needed. Not with how much her teeth still ached.
It didn’t mean anything. She just got caught up in the moment. After not seeing Harper for a week, she would obviously have a more intense reaction than usual. A yearning that bypassed logic.
How would Harper react if she knew? Would she be okay with it? Or do the expected thing and cower from her? Maya was good at pretending not to be a monster. So good that she sometimes forgot entirely.
“Harper?” she said, keeping her voice low. “You have to move. You’re sweating, and if you stay here, you—”
Harper cut her off. Not with a clever comment or even a dismissal.
Instead, she snored.
She’d fallen asleep. Resting her head against Maya’s shoulder, blindfold partly slipped off, and with her arms resting around Maya’s neck. Completely at ease.
Maya pulled Harper closer. Harper muttered as her body shifted but didn’t stir. Her body was relaxed, her heartbeat steady. At peace.
Maya rested her head against hers, breathing in her citrus perfume. Even though she shouldn’t. Harper obviously needed rest, and she shouldn’t take it here. Maya’s body didn’t produce heat. If they stayed like this, she would get cold.
But she wouldn’t get cold for a few more minutes.
When Harper woke up, it was to gentle fingers running through her hair. A caress so soft that it prolonged the dazed window between sleep and consciousness. A state where the only noise she could make was a quiet sigh.
Though realization pivoted it into a groan.
“Oh no…” she muttered. “How long was I out?”
“Just a few minutes,” Maya said. “You looked so cute, I didn’t want to wake you.”
“You should have. We don’t have much time, and I don’t want to waste it sleeping.”
It was her own damn fault. She’d been so nervous about coming out here that she’d barely slept. Apparently, it had made her tired enough that the briefest moment of relaxation brought unconsciousness with it.
Harper opened her eyes, finding the cabin enveloped in warm light. A few candles had been set around the living space, their flames casting dancing shadows onto the walls.
She was on the couch, wrapped in a soft blanket. Maya was sitting on the floor next to her, face right at Harper’s eye height.
“You can blame it on me feeling selfish.” Maya toyed with a lock of pink hair. “I like watching you sleep. I rarely get to. Since you always wake up early.”