The Vampire Queen's Servant (45 page)

"Oh…" A little breath
left her and her head tilted toward Brian. Her Master was a tense statue at his
place setting, watching her with avid interest. A flush tinged her cheeks at
the intensity of his expression.

Jacob turned Seanna over on her
back. "Link your arms," he commanded. Debra looked confused, but
Seanna slid her arm through the space between the other girl's elbow and body.

"Lift them over your
head."

When Seanna did, Debra's
trembling increased. Because the women were of similar height, it drew them
closer together as he'd expected, pressing left breast against the side of the
right.

Removing his fingers from Debra,
he commanded them to do the same with their legs and then he straddled that
linked pair of limbs, pressing his thighs against the pussy of each woman. He
bent, cupping Debra's breast in one hand and Seanna's in the other. He began to
suckle them, administer random teasing licks with his tongue. Because their
arms and legs were linked, the movements of their bodies responding to him
rubbed him harder against them so their slickness marked his upper thighs. The
tip of his cock was wet and marked Debra's hip in return, for her leg was on
top.

Richard was kneading Tara's
breasts in earnest, and he'd bent to her neck, sharply nipping her. Brian
reached forward impulsively and grasped Debra's unencumbered breast, his
knuckles brushing Jacob's. Debra cried out in reaction to his touch.

Still the Lady Lyssa just
watched. No expression on her perfect face.

If I crawled under the table
and pressed my face to your knees, my lady, would you part them for me? Would I
find you soaking wet, your clit aching for the suckling of my lips?

She didn't respond, but neither
did her eyes leave him. By the slight press of her moist lips together he knew
she'd heard him clearly enough. Keeping his gaze on her, he caught Seanna's
arm, rolled her over onto Debra so she lay upon her as a man would. Jacob
grasped Debra's legs, lifted them so she had her heels on his back, her thighs
alongside Seanna's hips. Only then did he drive his cock into Seanna, into a
deep well of pussy so slick and hot it almost made him lose his focus. He held
Debra's legs against the black woman's thighs and moved the three of them,
pounding hard into Seanna, knowing every stroke rubbed her clit against Debra's
as she held herself over her, their nipples brushing, breasts bumping into each
other.

It was enough to break Richard's
control. He pulled Tara out of the chair, rucked up her tight skirt, tore away
her panties and sank into her from behind at the same moment he gripped her
shoulder with his fangs. Brian put his hand to Debra's chin, tilted her head
back at an angle just short of breaking her neck and claimed her lips, growling
into her mouth as she whimpered her need.

Seanna could go at any time, but
Jacob's gut told him Debra wasn't quite there. His fevered gaze fell on the
untouched dessert on Brian's plate and he reached for it, grabbing a fistful of
the sauce and brownie together. Lifting Seanna with a firm hand at her throat,
he massaged the sauce and moist brownie into those chocolate-colored breasts.
When Brian moved down to her throat, Debra watched, mesmerized by the play of
Jacob's paler hands against the firm dark skin, the deep brown nipples. The
raspberry sauce slid down over them, giving the appearance of blood to hungry,
nonhuman eyes.

Keeping one hand below Seanna's
jawline, Jacob moved the other down to Debra's clit. He passed his thumb over
the sensitive nub before he slid two fingers deep inside of her and began to
work her again, his thumb shuttling back and forth across the clit as she
bucked beneath his ministrations. Brian bit her.

Her clit spasmed against Jacob's
palm.
Thank you, Lord Brian
. Working his cock in Seanna, Jacob
increased his hold on her throat so he was restricting her air, punishing her.
Demanding.

"Come for me, you arrogant
bitch," he whispered. Fierce triumph flooded him as she cursed… and her
body began to shudder. She cried out, her muscles milking him. He let himself
feel it, though he didn't want to. He wanted to stand away from it and remain
in control of the situation entirely, but his Mistress had anticipated that
when she required he come as well. She would leave him nothing. But he'd
succeeded where she'd expected him to fail.

Oh, you're quite wrong about
that, Sir Vagabond. I knew you
wouldn't
fail
.

Lifting his attention back to
her now, he saw her lips were parted, her fingers frozen on the stem of her
wineglass. The way she was turned in the poet's shirt showed him almost all of
the curve of her left breast. There was a tiny pen and ink stencil of a rose on
it. She'd made him do it, forcing him to discuss with her the more mundane
details of the week's domestic duties while he did it. Treating him as casually
as if he were a lady's maid, disinterested in a lady's breasts, all the while
knowing it was all he could do to keep himself from smearing the ink with the
pads of his fingers to grasp her, take his fill of her weight and shape. He was
growing accustomed to her small torments, but he realized now they were just
preparatory exercises for things like this.

He watched the rose petals
flutter with the reaction she was masking so well from the others. But when it
came to her, it was as if he couldn't overlook the slightest detail. What
others might need time-lapse photography to see… the tiny breath, the slight
tremor… he saw and felt it all in a rush of scalding heat through his body. He
tortured himself with every feature, every gesture, but it wasn't enough.

He needed something to bring
this tableau to a close. As the thought entered his mind, he was afraid she'd
withhold it just to enjoy watching him masturbate in front of them all. But he
took the leap and tried to ask instead of demand. Even his thoughts felt raw
with need, as his voice would have been if he spoke out loud what he was
thinking now.

Command me to come, my lady.
Only your lips can compel me.

Charming courtier
. But the intensity of her expression increased, telling him he'd
touched her.
Surely your cock is hard enough the stroke of Seanna's cunt
would make it explode
.

Only the stroke of your
words will do that, my lady. My cock aches to explode for you. Within you.

Within every part of her in
fact. That soft wet pussy, between her moist lips, in her tight ass…

Perhaps he should not have had
those thoughts, because a spark of fire came into her expression. The women
were convulsing in aftershocks, still responding to his touch and the feel of
his cock, but they were coming down. Her gaze lifted to the grandfather clock
ticking in the corner next to the china cabinet.

I have three and a half more
minutes to make up my mind, don't I? If you come before then, I'll know your
words were just empty flattery, an attempt to hold onto control, rather than
the gift of your full surrender.

Seanna's muscles rippled, her
ass pushing back into him.

"Lick the sauce off of
her," Tara purred. She had her cheek to the table, her arm extended under
it like a lazy cat. Richard sat in her chair now, and had his hands on her
thighs, holding them open as he ate at her pussy, making her jerk as she spoke breathlessly.
"Turn her over."

Seanna's flexibility would be
enough to make most men lose control. As he began to lift her, she simply rose
up on her hands and twisted over, turning on his cock like a pin, holding onto
his shoulders so he could lift her off Debra, step unsteadily to the side to
lay her back on the table. In a smooth movement, he was full hilt in her again.
She tilted up, offering her breasts with her cupped hands as she tightened her
legs on him, drawing him deeper, making him feel the lock of her legs across
his buttocks, the squeeze of her inside. Christ, she was bloody strong. As if
she knew what was going on between him and his Mistress, the light of challenge
was in her eye. But there was reviving desire there as well, even as her body
still quivered with the climax he'd given her.

"You've got a nice cock,
Irishman," she said. "I want to feel it spill inside me."

He wanted to tell her to shut
her mouth, as if she'd said something obscene to him. Instead, he bent over her
and put his lips to the curve of her other breast, feeling her arms come around
his shoulders, cover his hair in a surprisingly romantic move, reminiscent of
his lady's touch… but it wasn't her.

He wanted to throw her off, but
instead it gave him an idea. He raised his gaze as he licked the raspberry
sauce slowly off the brown swell of breast, suckling then covering her nipple
with his mouth, tugging it in, showing his lady by demonstration. He wouldn't
think about the clock now. That was irrelevant. Either she was going to be merciful
or she was going to be cruel. He had to await her pleasure either way.

Her gaze flickered,
acknowledging the truth of that thought. He rubbed his lips in the raspberry
sauce then brought his face to Seanna, keeping his attention locked on his lady
as she nibbled and nuzzled at his mouth, scoring him with her teeth. He didn't
kiss her back, keeping his lips firm and unyielding, but it didn't seem to
bother her. If anything, his indifference seemed to goad her to greater
efforts. She was lifting her hips from the table, stroking herself on his cock
and driving herself back to orgasm even as she yanked him toward the same
cliffs edge with the slow pumping motion inside her soaked tissues. He'd kept
his hand on Debra's abdomen, a reassuring touch, not wanting to just abandon
her, but now Brian pulled her off the table away from him, curling her up in
his arms. He laved the punctures in her neck, his hand between her bare legs,
penetrating her wetness.

Jacob returned to suckling the
sauce off the generous breasts of Richard's servant, noting that her Master
watched even as he busied himself at Tara's pussy, his lips slick with her
juices, his grip tightening as she began to writhe. Games of power. Who held
the reins, and who only thought they did. As his lady watched all of it, Jacob
suspected she missed no nuance of what was happening. What the relationships
here truly were.

What is it she truly needs
me to be? Her mouth says one thing, her mind another. Her heart and soul hold
the truth of it, but she holds those out of reach
…