Chapter 10 #2
She’d never scented his arousal higher, and the two had played several times a week for months.
They would talk about it later, but for now, he was in danger of orgasming without permission, so she pulled out and gave him a few minutes to collect himself.
He was hurting more than she’d planned to take it, and yet, his arousal was so high, it worked.
She decided against riding him. The goal was orgasm denial today. All of this with no release.
At least, not now. She’d order him to jack off later, after he’d changed and was back in human form without pain, but she’d been hurt without pleasure, desperately needing release because of the damned vampire venom, but with no way to get there.
Maybe she’d change her mind at the last minute, but it felt important to deny him. To take it all the way to the end without allowing climax.
She ordered him to kneel, and then moved back to where she’d been when he’d eaten her out, only a little closer.
She rolled a condom over his burning cock, lay back, and ordered, “Fuck me, little hare.”
He found just the right angle within the first couple of minutes, rubbing across the magical spots inside her so she came again and again. Felix was so close he was barely holding on, and something inside her shifted.
She wasn’t the vampire. This wasn’t about that.
Emmy wrapped her arms around his trembling body and said, “Permission given. Come now.”
Felix cried out, the sound breaking open as he spilled inside the condom, body arching, tears on his face, his cock still burning with every twitch.
And then he collapsed on her. Emmy reached behind him to release the cuffs, sat him up to kneeling, and released his left ankle cuff from the table before saying, “Shift. Now.”
He came out of all four cuffs during the change. She probably could’ve left them all connected, but she hadn’t wanted to risk it.
He was only the hare perhaps thirty seconds before he was human again, the burn gone, breath still ragged.
She helped him dress and sat him on the stool while she wiped surfaces down, put the items that could go in the dishwasher onto the top shelf, cleaned the cane and whip manually, and put her own clothes back on.
She gathered the things she’d brought, and walked him up the stairs and into her bedroom.
He didn’t tell her he was hungry, didn’t make demands, though she knew he’d be starving after back-to-back shifts.
The scene might be over, but he was still fully in submissive mode, which she found interesting because it meant this was completely psychological and had nothing to do with biology. Theoretically, anyway.
She’d made a huge salad for him earlier, slicing mushrooms, shredding carrots, chopping broccoli and cauliflower, dicing cucumbers. There were cherry tomatoes, shredded beets, dried cranberries, sunflower seeds, and feta cheese along with the homemade Greek salad dressing he makes himself.
And the look on his face when she handed him the bowl while he reclined on the wedge in her bed made every bit of prep worth it.
“It has everything I like,” he said in wonderment.
“Of course it does. I notice what you eat.”
Felix dug in like he hadn’t eaten in days, and Emmy sat with him and munched her spicy chicken nuggets dipped in blue cheese dressing.
And let herself breathe.
She’d taken him to the edge. Made him cry, made him come, made him hers for a little while.
This was what it was supposed to be about: two people with opposite needs coming together. Not about hurting someone just to make them hurt.
Lucien was an ass, but a mistake can be turned into a positive if you learn something from it, and never again would she allow someone to hurt her unless there was respect in the mix somewhere. Preferably love, or at least affection, but respect wasn’t negotiable.
She could enjoy some kinds of pain, this wasn’t about denying herself pleasure, but about respecting herself enough not to let someone hurt her for merely money or power.
Being paid for sex could sometimes be demoralizing, but even then, there was a certain amount of hotness to it. Most of the time, she enjoyed it even with the assholes.
But the thing is, between Chase and Felix, she was well beyond fulfilled.
A partner and a submissive. She’d always known this was the magical formula, and now she had it.
It didn’t even matter she had to submit to Chase a little, or that he could fuck her however he wanted during the feeding portions, because they were equals overall.
Also, when they fucked while he wasn’t feeding from her, she could tell him what she wanted and he’d nearly always do it.
He also didn’t mind her climbing on top, though they rarely finished that way.
A month after she’d arrived, before she’d gotten around to someone showing up twice on her schedule, the rules said she could list three people she didn’t want to feed anymore, and things had gotten better after that.
She could change her three people at any time, but she hadn’t.
No one, so far, had out-assholed her top three.
She was smart enough to realize the list was designed to make the vampires not be total assholes, and to make sure their food didn’t hate their time with them.
It wasn’t about worry for the flocks’ feelings so much as making sure they stayed, making sure they didn’t hate being food — that the money and the orgasms would be enough to keep them around.
But then she reconsidered. Abbott had cared for his flock as people, back in Chattanooga. She wasn’t feeling it now because he avoided her, but the others felt it. And even without contact with Zander, she had Spence taking care of her. Fawn, too, but mostly Spence.
Kendra had drunk from her once. She’d kept it completely non-sexual with both of them fully clothed, coming in from behind her to drink from her neck.
Just the once, though she figured when Spence drained her blood into a thermal blood bag every-other-week, it probably went to Zander and Kendra. Probably someone else, because Spence took enough for three people, and always at the Atrium, so she could change after giving so much.
When Felix was halfway through his salad, she told him, “Chemical play seems to work for you.”
He nodded. “Regretfully, I have to agree.”
She smiled, and leaned with a stretch to kiss his cheek.
“I’ll give you some time to work through it before we talk about the future, but I’m thinking a slightly stronger solution for lube when I fuck your ass on occasion, and possibly a weaker solution for butt plugs while I hurt you in other ways. ”
He smirked. “You weren’t a fan of the condom.”
“No,” she agreed. “We might try a weaker solution on your dick, something I won’t mind feeling in my pussy, but not anytime soon.”
“Did it help?” he asked.
She nodded. “It did. Thank you for volunteering. I’m reminded this is about shared pleasures. It isn’t supposed to be about hurting people who don’t want to be hurt. Who can’t eroticize it.”
“So, it was like a challenge?” he asked. “How much could you hurt me and still make me want? Keep me aroused enough not to safeword?”
“Yes. Sometimes, I wish Spence wasn’t so open about being a masochist. Part of me wants to tie him down and make him beg for release, and I can’t explain why.
He was never like an uncle to me, but he was an older teen when I was young.
A grown-up in my eyes even though I knew he wasn’t a full adult yet. ”
“Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s never going to happen. I know Zander shares him with the other vampires sometimes, but to my knowledge, he’s never shared him with the flock — and since you seem to be on the Master’s list of people to avoid…”
She blew out a breath. “Yeah, I know, but I have a soft spot for Spence, and he just keeps making me like him even more.”