The Vampire Queen's Servant(52)

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.



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Chapter Twenty-seven





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.

"'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.