The Vampire Queen's Servant (43 page)

As Richard rose, he turned to
Seanna. Bending, he kissed the top of her breast as the black woman remained
immobile, her eyes ahead, possibly meeting Jacob's. Her lips parted at the
stimulation, though. Since she wore a strapless corset, Richard casually
reached in, scooped one full breast out of the tight confines and manipulated
the nipple before his audience. She remained completely still despite the
increase in her pulse they could all sense, telegraphing her arousal. When he
left her a moment later, he left the breast exposed.

The overlord moved in a slow,
thoughtful circle around the room. The vampires waited patiently, but Lyssa
could feel the tension rising for all the servants as he paused behind each.
Liam was well used to the overlord's preferences and so, like Seanna, appeared
to be stimulated primarily at the idea of the night's entertainment as Richard
gave his nape an affectionate fondle.

"He's so dramatic,"
Tara commented. "He should have done stage."

"A flair for the dramatic
can make for more interesting presentation," Lyssa responded. She adjusted
her chair to an angle, so she could see him step behind her own servant,
examining him thoroughly. She knew that particular view was a delightful one,
though most views of Jacob were well worth the time.

"You may feel free to touch
my servant if it suits your purpose, Richard. Jacob will remain still."

Jacob's aversion to the thought
was instant, but he stayed motionless, his jaw rigid as Richard went right for
gold, palming his ass, giving it a hard squeeze. Lyssa followed the movement of
Richard's long-fingered hand as he stepped closer to reach around Jacob to his
groin area. He propped his other wrist on her servant's shoulder, the base of
the wineglass he held pressed against Jacob's upper chest, the half-full
contents near his jawline. He moved his own hips against Jacob's trousered
backside, apparently letting him feel the pressure of his own arousal.

"A nicely sized cock,"
he observed, cupping Jacob firmly and running his thumb along the cock beneath
the clothes. "It will pleasure some lucky human servant well tonight. But
which one? What is your servant capable of, Lady Lyssa?"

How about breaking his
fingers if he doesn't get them off my dick? And make him eat that wineglass a
piece at a time?

"I have full confidence in
Jacob's capabilities." She met his furious blue gaze, showing only cool
amusement in her own. "Whatever your challenge."

"He doesn't like the touch
of a man. That's obvious. You couldn't get a crowbar up his ass at the
moment." Richard chuckled, ran the glass along the side of Jacob's face
playfully. "He's lucky I'm not in the mood to teach him his likes and
dislikes mean little here. I suspect making him fuck Tara's young man would be
a pleasure for us all to watch."

Lyssa watched the quiver run
down Jacob's arm, the fingers of his right hand curl slightly. Violence was
surging up through his blood, the only thing stopping it his obedience to her
will. What he likely didn't know was that everyone in this room knew what was
going on, could see it. Richard was enjoying this, seeing how far it could go.

"Not Liam fucking him, my
sweet?" Tara asked.

Richard shook his head.
"Too easy. He could say he had to submit for his Mistress. If he has to
arouse himself enough to fuck a man, shoot his seed into him, that's a whole
other level of self-discovery."

He stepped away from Jacob,
moved toward Debra. "However, as fun as that sounds, I've something in
mind for my own selfish pleasure. I'm impressed by his restraint, so it makes
me curious how far it extends." He stopped behind Debra. "So my
challenge is this. He'll fuck Seanna and bring Debra to orgasm by whatever
method he chooses, but he must understand their bodies and tailor his actions
to ensure they come at exactly the same time." He caught Debra around the
waist, eliciting a gasp of shock from her. Fondling her breasts through the
white shirt, he nipped at her throat while she closed her eyes and trembled,
trying to stay still, not as adept as Jacob at remaining impassive.

"What say you, lady?"
Richard lifted his head, looked toward Lyssa. "The rosebush of your
choice, of any color, from any part of the world, if he succeeds. If he fails,
then Tara will get her wish. Liam will fuck him and show him what it is to have
a man bring him to climax." His voice dropped to a murmur as he met
Jacob's gaze with predatory intent. "Because he will. He will shame that
heterosexual predilection of yours, show you that your cock cares nothing for
gender, only for pleasure."

My lady, don't
—

"Done." Lyssa tilted
her head back to look at her servant. "I want my rosebush, Jacob. And I
can promise you that you want me to have it, too. I've seen Liam's cock. It's
not something a virgin ass would wish to take for his first time."

"Ah, Lyssa, you're cruel.
If I'd known he was a virgin to that—"

"Next time, do better
research," Lyssa responded, with a smile in her voice, though her gaze on
Jacob held no humor. Just ruthless intent.

Anything I command. You said
as much.

My lady, why are you doing
this?

You defied me. This is the
price. But more than that, it will bring me pleasure. This is as much a part of
being a human servant as anything you've done tonight.

He closed his eyes, bowed his
head. Because Lyssa knew all their eyes were on him, she didn't tease him
further. They all knew he was young, new. Being present the first time a
servant was initiated into the demands of a vampire social event was a special
gift. Being present when a servant of such high rank was broken in was a
particular honor, and Tara and Richard knew it. Though Lyssa had been unaware
of Debra's innocence, it was a double boon to have two servants in the same
situation, at the same social event. The anticipation surged through the room,
spurring the lust quotient for every vampire present.

In the meantime, she felt the
conflict roiling within Jacob, the mores of a lifetime fighting with his oath
to serve her. He'd built another foundation out of what he believed to be true
about their relationship, and she was once again smashing it to rubble.

Open yourself, Jacob. Get
past all you know. Don't think. Feel Look at them. Two women, both beautiful,
all yours to pleasure while I watch. While we all watch. You'll be able to find
release in them while our hunger simply builds and builds. Your submission will
pleasure us all, but particularly your Mistress. You think I do it just to
prove my will over you, but there is more going on here, something that will
benefit you as well. This is a lesson you need to learn, but it's more than
that. It's the essence of what we are.

He raised his head then, but
instead of looking at the two women, he looked at her. There was desperation in
his gaze, but as her attention slid down, he almost groaned as she visibly
appreciated the reaction growing there despite his resistance to it.

"Obey me, Jacob. Nothing
pleases me more than your obedience."
It nourishes me like blood
.

Jacob shifted his attention to
Richard. He'd moved back behind Tara and his hand was on her shoulder, tracing
the top of her breast visible in her low-cut dress with a fingertip he'd dipped
into the wine. She watched the interplay intently, though her head tilted,
acknowledging her enjoyment of the touch. Liam had taken a respectful
step-back, his face bland. Jacob wondered if he felt anger at his Mistress
being touched by another as he'd felt at Brian's hand on his own Mistress. Or
maybe he was some kind of aberration in the vampire world, as his Mistress kept
implying.

"All three of you,"
Richard said. "Strip now, where you are." He glanced negligently over
at Jacob. "Then the stage is yours, servant."

Jacob noted no one asked Brian
his opinion of the proceedings. The man had looked startled at first, but the
lust Lyssa's actions had roused in him apparently left few obstacles in the way
for his acquiescence. He moved his chair now to get a better view of the two
women. When Debra hesitated, he did rise and remove her glasses, giving her
cheek a light caress with his knuckles. But that was all. He sat back down, his
expression otherwise detached.

Seanna began to comply the
moment the words left her Master's lips. She loosened the corset, her breasts
thrust out, the exposed one joined now by its mate at the drawn back position
of her shoulders. The loosened corset slithered down her hips and then she
peeled away the snug hip-hugging skirt she'd worn beneath it. She wore a black
thong with garters. With a slight smile, she turned her back to the table and
bent low to slide it off, giving Jacob a view of her dusky pussy and the
generous globes of her mocha-colored buttocks.

His gaze went to Debra,
unbuttoning the tailored silk blouse Richard had half pulled out of her slacks.
She'd worn the type of outfit she'd have worn to a dinner at a business
conference, underscoring her lack of experience with this type of gathering.
Apparently using her Master's burning gaze to fortify her, she raised her chin
and unfastened the slacks, let them slide down her legs to draw them off over
her practical heels. They were the shoes a research assistant would wear, a bit
worn, probably from parking-lot gravel at the university. Her underwear was
silky material, but a modest bikini. Her bra had just a touch of lace. With her
blonde hair pulled back in a barrette, showing the strain of her expression, it
was obvious this was not something she'd expected or been asked to do before.
Yet Brian was willing to explore this new territory. He sat waiting with avid
interest and no obvious sympathy for her feelings in the matter. No more than
Lyssa had shown to him. It was an isolating, desolate feeling.

Only if you don't realize
how connected we feel to you. Look at Seanna, her pleasure in pleasing her
Master.

Debra hesitated on the bra, her
fingers trembling enough to make her fumble the task. She struggled for the
strap as Seanna smirked.

Jacob moved, sending a fierce
message to his Mistress that did not bear repeating. Her jade eyes glittered,
but she didn't respond, merely watched him as he defied Richard and walked
around the table to Debra. She didn't turn, keeping her gaze desperately
fastened on Brian's throat, now unable to meet even his eyes. She flinched as
Jacob touched her shoulders, gently brushing her hands away.