The Vampire Queen's Servant(54)

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.

"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?



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Chapter Twenty-eight





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.