The Vampire Queen's Servant (44 page)

"'S all right, lass,"
he murmured, deliberately letting the Irish rise in his tone. He unhooked the
bra, touching the tender area between her shoulder blades with his fingers,
showing her he intended to be gentle. Sliding the straps down her arms, he
dropped the garment onto her other clothes. "You'll come to no harm with
me. I'll give you pleasure for your Master's enjoyment. Just relax."

When she nodded, he was sure
she'd firmed her jaw to keep her teeth from chattering. She obviously hadn't
been a servant anywhere near as long as Seanna or Liam. This was not something
to do to a young woman. He felt a vicious anger at all of them for it. Easing
the underwear down her legs, he steadied her as she stepped out of them. He had
her step back into her shoes, but otherwise she was now naked.

"You." He nodded at
Seanna. "Put your heels back on as well." He stepped back from Debra
then unbuttoned his shirt, finding himself in line with Tara so that he had to
watch her avid gaze cover every expanse of skin he was exposing. He couldn't do
this. Couldn't fucking do it.

Look at me.

Gladly
, he thought, shifting his gaze a moment before he thought to wonder
if Lyssa's request was to ease his discomfort—not likely—or to satisfy some
possessive need of her own. Either possibility might help him make it through
this, though.

She'd shifted to the side in her
pushed-back chair, her legs crossed, hand lying over her lap, the other resting
on the table as her fingers stroked the stem of her wineglass. Casually
imperious, hostess and highest ranking member of this assembly. Irresistible,
her hair poured like silk over her shoulder, lips moist from the wine. She'd
worn a man's poet shirt tonight, the full lace at the end of the sleeves
draping her fingers, the loosely laced neckline revealing the curves of her
breasts. She'd sashed it in over a black skirt.

The black and white outfit and
the mascara she wore enhanced the depth of her eyes as he met her gaze, trying
not to focus on the fact he was undressing in front of strangers to perform
like a sexual gladiator with two women he didn't even know. Richard was now
standing to his right, his brows raised, following Jacob's every move.

"I suspect this is not the
first time your human servant has given you a reason to punish him, Lady
Lyssa."

"There is pleasure in
punishment, Richard, as you well know. For us both, though Jacob is yet learning
that."

Do not speak unless invited
to speak
. He remembered the rule, had to bite off
the pressing need to retort. He wanted the male vampire to give him another few
feet of personal space. Hell, if he was out of the room and in the driveway he
wouldn't be far enough. If he didn't stop staring at his ass…

He stripped off the pants
viciously. The air in the room felt like weight on every part of his exposed
skin. He was somewhat mollified when Tara drew in a startled breath and Richard
took one step back. Jacob bent and removed the two wooden stakes neatly
strapped to one calf and tossed them on the pile of his clothing.

He inclined his head, baring his
teeth in a smile. "Part of my job is to protect and care for my Mistress,
no?"

Richard's attention turned to
Lyssa. His lady's expression was unreadable.

"Jacob, a challenge is on
the table. Both of them to climax at once. Don't disappoint me."

It brought his attention back to
the unimaginable thing he was being asked to do, and to her.

"And Jacob…" She paused,
considering him, her eyes wandering with a blatant appreciation that made his
cock grow harder, responding to the attention like a mindlessly loyal golden
retriever. "I command you to come as well. If at the same time, that will
certainly be impressive, but if you cannot come within five minutes afterward,
then I will make you stand before us and masturbate until you do."

"Vampires are very
patient," Tara observed.

"Perhaps if he can't come
within those five minutes, we should let Liam take charge of it."

"No." Lyssa shook her
head at Richard. "That's only if he fails your challenge, not mine. Come,
don't sulk, Richard. Most vampire males couldn't achieve such a feat as you've
given him without the crutch of pheromones." Tara snorted with laughter.
"He'll likely fail, though I suspect Debra and Seanna will still get
pleasure from the experience."

"As will we." Tara
chuckled. "Seanna loves such games. She will be working against you,
Jacob. Trying to come before or after young Debra. It will take a commanding
touch to make her mind."

"You give him tips, my
love." Richard shot her a warning glance. "Cease."

"Well then, Tara, that's
where an alpha servant can be handy," Lyssa said smoothly.

If I fail, the only way that
smirking blond son of a bitch is going to fuck me is if that vamp bastard holds
me down by force.

You think that isn't what
Richard intends? What better show could he demand than two strong men
struggling for sexual mastery over one another?

You would allow a vampire to
hold me down to let another man rape me?

He met her gaze. Shadows
flickered there, but there was no indication of her thoughts except what she
spoke in his mind.

My world is not the human
world, Jacob. Time is passing. Obey me and remember this as my punishment if
you think to defy me again. As my punishments go, this one is gentler than
most.

As the moments ticked by and the
locked gazes of the hostess and her servant made it clear a battle of wills was
ensuing, Jacob felt a dangerous energy gathering in the room. When he shifted
his attention at last to Tara's cool expression and Richard's calculating one,
it occurred to him the option to walk out no longer existed. He was in a room
with three vampires who seemed entirely convinced the humans here would serve
whatever need or drive they had, and if they didn't, they would be forced to do
so.

As proof of it, three of them
already stood unclothed. Seanna looked toward him expectantly. Debra had her
eyes lowered, staring at Brian's feet.

Jacob reached out and took the
young woman's cold hand. He drew her toward the end of the table where Seanna
waited, watching them from behind Richard's empty chair.

"My lord, I'm commandeering
your space for the pleasure of all viewers." Jacob cast a contemptuous
glance toward the male vampire a moment before he used his arm to sweep off the
place setting, sending the dessert plate, silverware, place mat, bouquet and
water glass spinning off the table. The china bounced onto the floor and
shattered, spraying raspberry sauce over his ankle, the Aubusson carpet and
chair legs.

Tara and Debra jumped. Everyone
showed some adverse reaction except his lady, who could have been a statue as
she watched him.

"Easy, lass." Taking
Debra by the forearm and elbow, he moved her before him so she was facing
Lyssa. He glanced at Seanna, pointed to bring her to within a step from him.
"You watch for now. No touching either of us, but you watch everything we
do."

Her dark eyes met his. She was
almost his height, and he'd noted the slight parting of her lips at his words.
His order. She liked a man to come on strong. And she liked to watch.

"It's a good thing you
commanded them to keep on their shoes," Tara noted, lifting her chin to
take in the debris on the far side. "Thinking ahead to protect their
feet."

Jacob inclined his head.
"There's that. But mainly I like fucking a woman when all she's wearing
are those little skinny heels."

He pressed his body up against
Debra's back, taking both of her hands, guiding them down before her, down to
her mons. "Play with your pussy for them," he murmured against her
ear as he bent to her neck. "Look toward your Master. Touch yourself for
him, as you would if the two of you were alone. It's just you and him."

"I've never…"

"But it's something he's
always wanted you to do. Look at him, lass. Every man likes seeing his woman
touch herself. It makes him hard, makes him want to take you, even as you take
yourself to completion while he watches."

When she continued to hesitate
he guided her, taking her fingers down, down, then resting his own fingertips
between the spaces of hers on the soft blonde curls. He brushed his fingertips
on her clit, earned a tremor, did it again, bringing her fingers into it while
he took his other hand up to her breast. As he did, her pale lashes lifted.
Following instinct, he nipped her slim throat and earned an instant reaction.
An arching into his body, a gasp. Brian's eyes flared with response.

As Jacob worked down her
shoulder, he rubbed himself slowly against her tense buttocks and watched his
lady. Imagined it was her dark hair against his nose, his lips, her smooth
petals growing wet against his fingertips. He thought about the way he'd driven
hard into her cunt while she spread open for him on the kitchen table, her
fangs sunk deep into him.

Power was building in the room,
feeding on the response he was stoking and enhancing, provoking him further.
Seanna's fingers brushed his flank. Without looking at her, he caught her hand,
yanked, turned her so her ass was pressed against his hip, his arm pinning her arms
to her sides by holding her across the breastbone, his hand clamped onto her
opposite shoulder, which now brushed Debra's. He rubbed the side of his thigh
against the cleft of Seanna's generous buttocks as he kissed his way back up to
Debra's ear again, registering the way her breathing was starting to go shallow
from arousal. He kept his arm firm just over Seanna's full breasts, letting her
feel the pressure so close to the nipples, but it was Debra's nipples he
pinched with his other hand, tugging as Seanna arched in involuntary invitation
to do the same.

Instead, he kept her firmly
anchored to him and sensed her surprise when she realized she couldn't shake
him, not even to turn. She'd expected her strength as a servant would be enough
to match him, but apparently two marks and his male human physique were enough
to let him hold his own.

He pressed his hard cock against
Debra's ass and felt her tense again. "Sshh, girl," he murmured to
her. "Nothing going in that way. Just let me tease you a bit. Spread your
thighs out for me."

When she did, he slid his cock
between them, rubbing between her labia lips, teasing her clit with his hand as
she leaned back further into him, her fingers now not only playing over her own
clit, but making whispering, shy caresses on his broad head when he pushed
through to her touch and withdrew, a repetitious stroking he could feel melting
her tension and self-consciousness into halting, aroused response.

Bringing any woman to orgasm at
the right moment was challenging. Synchronizing two was almost impossible, as
Lyssa had implied. But he wasn't accepting the possibility of failure. It was
just a matter of gauging the way they each responded, and what stimulated them
the most.

Releasing Seanna, he shoved her
down onto her belly on the smooth table surface. "Like to play games, do
you, love? You'll play no games with me. Spread your legs and show me your
cunt. Lift up that fine ass so I can see clear what I'm going to fuck."

At the same moment, before Debra
could tremble at his rough tone, he turned her gently. He moved close enough to
lift her up by the waist, holding her in a short embrace, giving her a
reassuring squeeze before he palmed her bottom and sat her on the table.
Letting her hold onto his hand and wrist with one hand, he lowered her to her
back next to Seanna, even as he roughly fondled the dark skin of that one's
buttocks. He made his focus his own pleasure, conveying he didn't give a damn
if his grip was too rough. If he wanted to leave fingerprints on her ass, that's
what he'd do. As a result, she was dripping, her trembling thighs wide and ass
lifted, inviting more.

"Lyssa, I think your man is
proving that men can indeed multitask," Tara commented, but Jacob barely
heard her, caught in the flood of energy.

Gentle and rough. Tenderness and
cruelty. Two sides of the coin, pleasures as light and dark as the women's
contrasting skin, and with permutations of all the shades between. He couldn't
deny the allure of it. Within him, as he suspected it was for most men, were the
gentle lover and the demanding, primal animal. Here he was allowed to indulge
and unleash both. Over it all was the watchful presence of his Mistress who'd
compelled him to this course, which added an indefinable but no less arousing
ingredient to it. The stimulation he felt was a synergy of all the arousal in
the room. Instead of two women, he was arousing all of them. The power of it
swept over him. While it drained some of the force of his anger, it left a
sharp edge that only fed the hunger in himself.

Covering the side of Debra's
left breast with one hand, he let the fingers of his other drift down her body,
down to her mound. Tugging at those simple, delicate curls, he feathered over
the pink lips that peeked from them, inviting the pads of his fingers. At the
same time, when Seanna spread her legs wider, bumping Debra's leg, he startled
her with a hard flat-handed slap on those wet lips, causing a gasp. It
distracted Debra enough he had no trouble inserting a finger up to the second
knuckle into her, drawing her attention back to him immediately. He worked the
finger just inside her opening, letting her feel the sucking wetness as he used
his thumb to put pressure on her clit.