Chapter 20
“Come to the playroom when you’re ready. I have a surprise for you.”
Zander had checked in with her earlier, telling her he had plans, and making sure she’d be fine to join him around seven.
And now it was five till seven, and it seemed she was going to have a fun evening.
She checked in on him and Spence through the bond, and could only pick up on Zander’s amusement.
No cheating, little dragon. Come see the surprise.
Emmy saved her work, made sure it went to the cloud after saving to the hard drive, and then closed her laptop. She was wearing sweats and a t-shirt with her hair in a ponytail, but probably no need in changing clothes. She’d likely be naked soon.
She walked up the steps from their lowest level, made her way across to the playroom, and stepped inside. The heavy door clicked shut behind her, and she saw two figures suspended upside down before her.
And suddenly understood.
Zander stood in the center, his clear blue eyes gleaming with that predatory calm that made her clit throb, and she gave him a huge smile.
Thank you. I came to you with a problem, and you found a solution I hadn’t considered.
She’d worried that playing with Felix might hurt Spence’s feelings, but playing with both, side-by-side, was the perfect answer.
The two submissives hung by their heavily-cuffed ankles from a long bar under the ceiling winch, their legs spread wide. Their wrists were bound to the rings at the front of their collars.
Naked, exposed, their cocks already hard from the bondage alone. Felix’s hare-scent spiked with needy anticipation, Spence’s wolf-musk steady but humming with submission.
Zander’s voice slid into her mind like cool silk: Who would you like to play with first, little dragon?
She met his gaze, considering. Who are you feeding from tonight?
I have a taste for hare.
She tried to figure out who she should play with based on that, and realized it didn’t matter.
They could swap back and forth as many times as needed, but Spence needed to see her choosing him over Felix.
He needed to know he came first. Felix just needed attention from someone who cares — the order of whether Zander or Emmy went to him first wouldn’t matter.
I’ll start with Spence . She moved to the wall for a flogger, heat building low in her belly, because the insides of his legs and his balls were just begging to be beaten.
Zander’s mouth curved, approval flickering in his eyes. He picked up a cane from the nearby rack, flexing it once, while Emmy grabbed a flogger she knew would sting like fuck.
She stepped to Spence and ran her fingers along the inside of his thighs, feeling the warmth of his skin, the subtle tremor. He made a tiny squeak when she stroked his balls, so vulnerable in the upside-down pose.
She stepped back and swung the flogger lightly at first, warming the tender flesh, then harder, the thuds landing with meaty smacks that made him gasp.
Blood rushed to his dick, swelling him further, and she targeted his balls directly now, the impacts drawing interesting sounds from her boy, and it made her strike harder.
Beside her, Zander was working Felix over with the cane — sharp, biting strikes across his ass and thighs that cracked like thunder, and Felix’s cries were raw and loud.
Eventually, Emmy decided it was time to put Spence into one of the CBT boards Zander had set out front and center, with a bowl of clamps and needles nearby.
Zander must’ve agreed, because he stopped caning Felix and stepped to help her.
The two worked in tandem: threading Spence’s cock and balls through first, securing the board tight so his genitals protruded obscenely, trapped and isolated.
Felix was next, his smaller frame shuddering as the board clamped down.
And then Zander moved to Spence while Emmy stayed with Felix, cruel plastic flogger in hand, and she let it fly across his exposed cock and balls.
He jerked in his bonds, his cries pitching higher, but his arousal didn’t flag.
Zander took the strap to Spence, laying into his back, ass, and thighs with broad, bruising strokes that had Spence frantic, his body twisting futilely, breaths coming in ragged bursts.
Emmy felt the power thrumming through her, feeding on their pain. She set the flogger aside and grabbed the horsewhip, its long, flexible length promising deeper pain, cracking it across Felix’s thighs, both the fronts and backs.
Meanwhile, Zander tormented Spence’s trapped genitals — clamping them and adding weights until Spence howled.
But Felix needed more than mere clamps, so she brought the bowl of needles closer and went to work stretching the skin and attaching it to the board, starting at the root of his cock and working toward the head.
After, she ran long, thick needles through his balls, and added weights, gravity stretching his balls down, over the root of his tortured cock.
About a half-dozen needles in, Zander gave Spence a break, and moved to cane Felix while she worked on his cock. Welts bloomed red and purple, and Felix’s screams turned guttural, his body a canvas of agony and need.
And then Zander grabbed a silicone sheet, and Emmy understood what came next.
Felix needs the terror and the pain, not merely the pain.
She trusted Zander to take Felix farther than she would with asphyxiation, so she grabbed a horsewhip and went to town on her friend with it while Zander squatted before Felix and held the flexible sheet over his face, blocking his air — breath play at its most intimate, the material sucking in with each desperate, futile inhale.
Emmy timed her strikes for maximum pain, scenting Felix’s panic, and trusting Zander not to push past consciousness.
Vampires instinctively know how much blood they can drink before making the human too weak, or before killing the human, if they aren’t interested in leaving their strength.
It’s easier with daywalkers, the lines harder to cross, and his instinctive perception let Zander push Felix to the very edge before allowing him a few breaths and then blocking his air again.
Over and over, they worked him hard, Zander’s expertise stretching it out, knowing exactly how far to push, Felix’s arousal building like a storm.
Dozens of times, more , and then, when Emmy thought it was far past time to allow him some air, based on earlier times, Felix’s body convulsed, and she scented imminent release.
“Come for me, Felix,” she told him. “Let it out. Permission granted.”
His orgasm ripped through him, cum splattering the board and his belly. His chest. A little on his face.
She and Zander went into motion immediately, removing needles, clamps, and finally the board. Zander flew up to release his ankles while Emmy cradled Felix against her chest, and when he was free, she walked him across the room and settled him into the bed, floating.
He wasn’t ready for water yet, but she wiped his face with a damp cloth and told him, “Float. We’ll finish with Spence, and I’ll be back.”
He nodded, and she drew a light sheet over him, then returned to Zander and Spence, whose cock was now only half-hard.
She tormented it back to life, stroking between and around the clamps, removing weights and replacing them. In practically no time, he was granite hard again.
Zander joined her. “Your turn with the plastic,” he murmured.
Emmy nodded. Spence isn’t as much of a masochist as Felix, and wouldn’t need to be taken so close to the edge.
She kissed his lips, his nose, and then sealed the sheet over his face while Zander horsewhipped his ass and thighs, the cracks echoing. Spence’s panic rose faster, and she pulled the sheet off so he could breathe. Three times, and she didn’t like Spence’s scent. Too much panic, not enough arousal.
She stood, removed the clamps on his cock, wrapped her hand around him, and proceeded to jack him off.
Zander must’ve agreed, because he stopped whipping him and slid a prostate massager into their boy’s ass.
They edged him three times before Emmy gave him permission to come, and Spence came hard, howling into the silence, his hips bucking, body shuddering in release.
They removed the board, and Emmy held him while Zander lowered the winch and then released his ankles. Emmy carried him to the bed, settled him beside Felix, and the two submissives curled into each other instinctively, sweat-slicked and marked, holding on as aftershocks trembled through Spence.
Emmy slid in on Spence’s side, Zander on Felix’s, the four of them tangled in a heap of limbs and slowing breaths. Emmy stroked Spence’s hair, while Zander fed from Felix’s neck and gave him yet another orgasm, the hare’s energy a sweet rush that Zander shared through their bond.
Zander lay sated, listening to the three heartbeats, completely relaxed.
Tonight had been about giving Felix what he needed — a loving, extreme session he wasn’t paid for. Something between friends, if not lovers. As Emmy had so wisely seen, her friend had needed a non-transactional scene.
It had also been about making sure Spencer’s feelings and needs were taken into account. The truth was that Spencer would’ve been fine with Emmy giving Felix a scene, but Emmy wouldn’t have been, because she’d have worried about Spencer’s feelings.
Neither Emmy nor he had even undressed, much less had an orgasm. And yet, both were sated and happy. This scene had been about seeing to the needs of the submissives, more than sex. For the dominants, anyway.
The daywalkers drifted off one by one — Felix first, then Spence, followed seconds later by Emmy, who had probably been waiting for them to fall asleep before she let herself go.
Zander waited until their breaths evened out, the playroom silent save for the soft hum of the ventilation. He telepathed the security manager to have him assign someone to stand guard outside the playroom, to make sure no one disturbed the occupants until they woke and left on their own.
Within moments, the shift supervisor confirmed someone was in place, and Zander let his personal guard know to get the SUV ready for their pre-planned outing before he rose without a sound.
He glanced back at the bed before he left the room. The hare was in a deep sleep, his pain transmuted to peace.
The evening had gone perfectly: Felix’s needs met by people who cared, Spence affirmed in his place, and Emmy assured that her friend and her love’s needs were taken care of.
Zander slipped out, satisfied, and made his way up the steps and out the door to do a quick check in on his many businesses in Anchorage. It was good for them to never know when the boss might show up for an inspection.