Chapter 8 #2
Joseph spoke up. “We rarely have a fae witch use her magic at our pleasure house, and usually only for certain requests, such as ice or pain play. And most couples or groups enjoy themselves, male or female. I can’t speak for everyone, but for us, ensuring another’s orgasm is like a challenge, and making them come is the reward.
I would offer to show you now what I can do with just my fingers, but I won’t.
It’ll probably be better for you to visit the pleasure house and see others, and then you’ll know we aren’t lying just to claim you.
The voyeur rooms might be a good place to start, as they want others to watch.
And you can wear your training bracelet the whole time. ”
“Um, you want me to watch people having sex?”
Laurie smiled. “Only if you truly want to. But if you want proof that multiple partners can and will try to please each other, one of our regular foursomes will be using the room tomorrow night. Would you like to see? Either from behind a wall with a viewing slit, or even from one of the chairs in the room, it’ll be up to you. ”
“With you two?”
“You can go alone, if you wish.”
He almost hoped she did, then maybe she’d allow them to help her release some tension afterward.
But no matter what, Laurie was determined to show her it could be good, even without magic. And if she allowed them to show her, then he and Joseph would make sure that it was something she’d never forget.
Meadow’s heart thudded as she imagined watching others have sex and enjoy it, all without magic, and her core throbbed.
Sure, she’d known in books that males always ensured their females orgasmed too, maybe a few times, before thrusting into her. However, those were books and not reality, and Meadow thought maybe they were just comfort reads for disappointed females.
Although, as she looked between Laurie and Joseph and noted the heat in their gazes, she wondered if her self-isolation and fear of her powers had skewed her views.
Maybe males caring about their females was more common in real life than she’d previously thought.
After all, her experience boiled down to her stirring desire for others, or sleeping with young twenty-somethings she’d barely known.
And even though she’d facilitated desire and lust and had used her powers to do so—and was more than used to the sounds and smells that went along with it—she hesitated.
Because this would be for her, merely out of curiosity, and afterward she’d have to meet again with Laurie and Joseph, and she might get bold and ask for a demonstration.
Which she shouldn’t do. Despite their talk about both of them wanting her, and that she was beautiful, and all that, she still thought she would get in the way. After all, they’d known each other for decades. Why would they want an intruder in their midst?
Especially someone as boring and fluffy as her?
“Meadow,” Laurie said. Once she met his gaze again, he continued, “You can think about it and decide later. We’re not here to pressure you. But did Khan give you permission to visit the vampire territory?”
She jumped at the change of subject. “Yes, from tomorrow evening, that is. I need to meet with his tracker and my magic teacher first.”
“Perfect.” He reached into his coat, took out a black card with gold paint, and held it out to her. “This will allow you to enter Nyx’s Kingdom. Mention your name, and our top steward will escort you wherever you wish.”
“Not you two?”
Laurie replied, “If you want us to accompany you, then mention it to Oliver Jones. He’ll find us. But one more thing about that card—until the claiming is complete, it won’t allow you to partner anyone else inside.”
Meadow frowned. “Wait, you’d allow me to jump into the arms of another right after?”
“I hope not, and I have faith we’ll convince you otherwise.
But that’s in the future, and we’re not here to dictate what you must do.
However, until you allow us to claim you, our vampire’s instinct for you will intensify.
And to avoid causing a fight, or worse, please don’t invite anyone else into your bed, male or female. Will you promise?”
She stared at the card. There was a design of a woman in a flowing gown, and something written in the old vampire language that people only studied in universities back in her time.
But no matter what it said, the thick paper and gold paint felt so much heavier than they were.
Even so, Laurie and Joseph were giving her space and the chance to see what she’d never experienced herself, at least without magic. And it wasn’t as if she were going to have people lining up to bed her, or anything.
So she nodded, replied, “I promise.”
Laurie asked, “Will you come tomorrow? We can even provide a demi-mask, if you want to be anonymous.”
She finally met his eyes again. They were deep brown with flecks of amber, and a little inset. However, combined with his straight nose and soft-in-a-masculine-way lips, he was quite attractive. Willing her cheeks not to flush, she said, “Yes, I’d like one.”
Joseph spoke up. “We’ll send you an outfit as well. Our modiste has collaborated with the one you visited today, so she’ll get your measurements.”
Her gaze moved to Joseph. His eyes were more serious, but the dark brown drew her in, almost inviting her to learn more about him. Maybe as his lips kissed down her neck.
Stop it, Meadow. All this talk of sex clubs was getting to her.
She answered, “If it’s even possible to get something made so quickly. Just don’t put me in a teddy with a feather boa.” At their confused looks, she clarified, “Nothing too revealing. I won’t feel comfortable walking around in my underwear.”
Laurie and Joseph shared a glance—they did that a lot and seemed to have entire conversations without speaking, which made her a little jealous—and Joseph finally replied, “Of course not. We would never embarrass you or force you to wear something that made you uncomfortable.”
In other words, they wouldn’t want everyone watching her rolls wobble.
Meadow’s desire instantly died. Maybe going to the sex club was a bad idea.
As she tried to think of a polite way to decline, Joseph’s hand covered hers. She should move her own hands away. But as his thumb stroked her skin, some of her anxiety faded.
“Look at me, Meadow.”
She did, right into Joseph’s gorgeous eyes. Ones with longer eyelashes than any male should have.
As he continued to stroke the back of her hand, he stated, “You are beautiful, Meadow Vale.” His free hand cupped her cheek, and against her better judgement, she leaned into his touch. “Who convinced you otherwise?”
Closing her eyes, she tried to block out first her father’s words and then those of the males she’d slept with, but two slipped through.
After her father knocked a bowl out of her hands, he shouted, “You don’t need to eat anything else. How can I use you and your powers to seduce powerful people if you’re too fat for anyone to want to fuck?”
Her first supposed boyfriend, after he took her virginity, had rolled out of bed a few minutes afterward and dressed as he said, “I expected your magic to make that better. It’s probably the only reason I got hard at all.
Don’t call me again. Without your magic, who would ever get aroused with such a fucking ugly female? ”
It was only when someone brushed tears from her cheek that she realized she was crying. Forcing her eyes open, she saw both Laurie and Joseph in front of her, them both wiping her tears away.
Laurie whispered, “Meadow, what’s wrong?”
Joseph added, “It will stay with us, and no one else, we promise.”
As she glanced between them, she wanted to tell them. Oh, how she wanted to finally unburden the horrible memories. She’d barely ever seen her siblings after going into hiding, and when she had, she hadn’t wanted to ruin the precious stolen moments by sharing her troubles.
But these males were strangers. Why would they care?
And yet, something about them made her want to try.
However, her tears turned into sobs. And before she knew it, she was being carried to the sofa, soon sitting in Laurie’s lap while leaning against Joseph’s shoulder, crying and crying, unable to stop.