The Vampire Queen's Servant(55)

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 …

He couldn't help his thoughts, even knowing she was in his mind where she could hear them. She rose, a slow glide. Keeping his eyes on her, he framed Seanna's breasts in both hands, lashing at her nipples, using some of his own strength to drive her up again. Her nails were raking his shoulders, drawing blood, so much like his lady he had to stifle a groan.

Lyssa was a slow, sensuous shadow behind the flames of the dim candlelight. She trailed her hand on Brian's shoulder as she passed him, a mild reminder of her ownership. The scientist stilled momentarily to watch her, then was drawn back into his fascination with his own servant.

Seanna gasped as Jacob changed angle and kept the pace at his own desire. He was getting precariously close, but he knew it wasn't Seanna's welcoming cunt. It was his lady's approach. As Seanna went over that cliff, she left him behind, proving the point. Expectant pulsing energy rushed to his cock as Lyssa moved behind him. Her hand whispered along his shoulder as it had Brian's, only it changed track, descended. He kept moving as he felt she desired him to do, his upper body flexing, muscles rippling under her touch as he fucked a stranger at her command. Her nails passed over where Seanna had scored him and he shuddered as he felt his lady's lips touch there, her skirt brush the back of his legs. Her hands came to rest on his hips. Pressing against his buttocks, she moved with him, her mound rubbing at the seam of his ass, lower, the tops of his thighs.

"Mistress… my lady…" His desire became explosive, his need for release ratcheted up to blazing. He could have gone now, but still he waited… He was following her hands as she tightened on him, released, driving him in and out more slowly, tormenting him not from the dragging friction of Seanna's cunt, but from the control her slender hands were imposing on him. Fondling, directing him, working him as intimately as if she were fucking him. When he licked at Seanna's breasts with all the focus of a blind man, the hair on his forehead brushing the base of her throat, he heard the breath of sound behind him. His lady's breasts, loose in the soft shirt, brushed his back. The hint of a taut nipple, the rough lacings at odds with the silken mounds beneath as she kissed his neck.

Would you like to come for me, Jacob?

Yes, my lady. God, yes.

Then you may. You have three seconds—

It exploded from him before she could complete the sentence. It was all his body had needed. All that mattered was she'd required it, commanded it. He had no ability to explain why he'd made that so important, such that every temptation couldn't push him over the way the whisper of her voice in his mind did now, like a lever flipping.

He rammed Seanna hard against the table, taking her aftershocks up to the intensity of a climax, her body arching impossibly as she screamed. There was pleasure in knowing he didn't have to be gentle, that he could give her pain to assuage some of the shadows snarling in his soul. Relentlessly he kept fucking her, spiraling himself into a darkness he didn't know, at the behest of the darkness behind him.

At the moment he came, it pushed Tara over as well. She screamed, drawing Jacob's attention to see Richard had turned over the oral play to Liam. The blond servant tongued his Mistress frenetically while bent over the dining room chair so Richard could drive into his muscular ass. Liam's guttural response was muffled in Tara's cunt, but it was obvious Richard was not going to be outdone. Both male servants came at the same time. Jacob shifted his gaze away, closed his eyes and thought only of his Mistress. He had no desire to bond with the man who might have been ordered to fuck him. Or that he would have had to fuck the way Richard was doing now. Pleasure and disgust warred within him, but he could not deny his Mistress her pleasure, even to save his own pride.

As Jacob came, Lyssa moved with him, her body firm against his back, hips curved to his. He dropped to one elbow on the table over Seanna. The two women worked him together until he was sure they'd drained every drop he had. When at last they slowed, he had to stay where he was, head bowed, breathing hard, sides shuddering.

"Magnificent," Richard murmured. "Lady Lyssa, you've outdone yourself this night."

Jacob felt his lady touch his hair, a lingering contact gone before he could turn his lips to it. She left him as if he were Bran and she'd just made him perform some type of trick. As if the intimacy, the melding of their minds that had driven him to the powerful public climax, had never existed.

When he had the composure to raise his head, Richard sat in Tara's chair again and Liam straddled his knee, facing outward as Richard played with the man's cock. Tara sat on the table, kissing her servant. Liam held her waist as Richard fondled him. Jacob could envision she would eventually straddle the servant and wrap her legs around Richard. Debra was writhing under Brian's touch and softly begging for permission to come, quiet whimpers like a pleading kitten. Brian was absorbed in her response, shaking his head to deny her as he continued to work his fingers on her clit, his fingers wet with her arousal.

Lyssa placed her hands on the back of her chair, as if using the ornately carved wood as a shield for her body.

"I think he met the challenge quite adequately, wouldn't you say, Lord Richard?"

"He's magnificent, Lady Lyssa," Richard acknowledged. "I'll look forward to tripping him up another time, another way. I'd love to see him and Liam wrestle for the right of who gets to fuck whom." Amusement crossed his features. "Though I still think he'd be more dismayed by winning than losing."

"Indeed." Lyssa studied Jacob. "Jacob, clean yourself up and get dressed. You've served me well tonight. Please make sure the floor gets cleaned up. We'll take our coffee in the library."

"Yes, Mistress." Jacob pushed himself up, his mind too disoriented from the climax to offer more than the automatic response. Until he realized what he'd called her. His gaze flitted to her to find her green eyes alive with something beyond pleasure, something it oddly seemed she didn't want him to see. She immediately shifted her attention to what Richard was saying.

Somewhere in his fogged brain he knew that was a good thing. Because he wasn't at all certain he wanted to focus too much on what had just happened.

The guests began to rise, apparently responding to her cue and intending to continue their sensual pursuits in the library. Brian lifted Debra's quivering body off him, guiding her as she clutched his arm, her breath shallow with arousal. When Richard took Liam and Tara out the door just behind the couple, Jacob noted he didn't spare any attention for Seanna. Perhaps he was displeased with her for losing his wager. Or he was more involved with Tara and Liam at the moment and wouldn't give thought to Seanna until he wanted something from her again. When he did, he of course would assume she'd be close at hand, a well-trained pet.

Seanna's eyes widened when Jacob took her by the arm, easing her to her feet. Bending, he picked up her clothes and offered them to her. "There's a bathroom just down the corridor. If you'd like to wash up, there are towels there." He kept his hand at her elbow as she got her bearings. "Are you all right?"

She nodded, then started as Jacob lifted a cloth napkin, pressed it between her legs just as his seed began to tumble from her, keeping it from traveling down her legs. She shuddered at the light touch.

"You're a strange one, Jacob Green," she observed.

When Jacob glanced at her, he found her expression almost open and friendly. She surprised him by touching the side of his face the way a much wiser, older sister would have done. Closing her hand over the cloth, she took it from him. "I'll take advantage of that bathroom now. My Master will have need of me again before long. He tends to like to release his cock only between my lips."