“I know, Ma’am.”
Of course he did. My hunger was great, and waking with him so strong, so happy, had me craving his essence. His nourishment.
His scent was intoxicating.
“Do you mind if I feed first, this evening? I find my mouth watering for your blood.”
“Please, yes, but should we talk about how we obey Abbott’s orders today?”
I immediately understood what he was thinking. Could I cause him pain with my bite and make him cry that way, so I didn’t have to beat him.
Yes, I could, but I didn’t want to. I wanted his blood as it was — happy and virile and full of sunshine. I sent that feeling to him, and sensed... not grief, but disappointment, and then surprise.
“You get sunshine from me?”
“You enjoyed the day, the activity, the companionship. You enjoyed driving in the sunshine.”
“By all means, do with me as you wish. I’m yours.”
I didn’t argue the point. He said he was mine, and he believed it. I wanted him to feel what I got from him, so I opened a conduit and let him see things from my point of view. My fangs sinking in, acting as a funnel for his blood as I sucked, as I pulled his lifeblood from his body and into mine, as I took in his essence, his being, his state of mind. Him. Ajax, the man formerly known only asGuard.
And I saw how he took in this information. He’d been feeding vampires since he was five years old, taken from foster care and treated as food, as a sexy plaything, and yet he’d never understood how much of the person we take into ourselves.
It’s possible not to take in much of their essence, of course, to block it, but it’s so much better this way.
Bagged blood is stale to me, but it’s usually Kieran’s preference. Of course, that was when he saw a companion as a time-sink. He didn’t see Ajax as a waste of his time, and yet, he’d opted for bagged blood today.
He wanted to get a jump on the various Asian markets. I could see what the numbers were for our stock market in his head, and understood why he wanted to get right to work. He didn’t need me for that. I was fine lounging in bed with our new companion. Not our new toy. Ajax was more than that.
I gave our wolf enough hard-on cocktail to make him nearly frantic with lust while I fed from him, and then broke the news to him once I’d had my fill.
“I want you to whip my pussy and clit until I cry. You won’t get an orgasm until you’re fucking me after you’ve made me cry.”
He shook his head. “Please don’t make me.”
“I’m good. I’m perfect. You’re going to make my pussy so damned hot, it’ll be a little like fucking a human when we finally get around to it. I’ll be ultra-sensitive, and we’ll have crazy orgasms together, but first, you have to get it hot.”
“Until you cry seven real tears.”
He sounded resigned to it, and I touched his arm. “With these muscles, it shouldn’t take long. No mercy, Ajax. Tear into me. Get it over with — don’t draw it out.”
Our bed is set up for bondage, and I’d need to be bound for this. I decided not to make him put all the cuffs on me. I sat up, reached to the side table, and gathered what I needed. I put the ankle cuffs on before handing him my wrist cuffs. “Put them on me and I’ll talk you through how to bind me.”
Five minutes later, we were all set, and he kneeled below me with one of our rubber floggers. My ankles and wrists were bound to the headboard, with my legs spread wide. I wasn’t going anywhere.
He ran his hand down my center and through my folds. “I don’t want to do this, Mistress.”
“I’m not your Mistress. I’m your lover. I’m asking you to help us follow our Master’s orders.”
He nodded. No one went against Abbott’s orders. He understood.
* * * *
Kieran
I alternated watching through Gwen’s mind and Ajax’s. I expected to be jealous, but I was in awe of their session. I kept working, while monitoring.
Once Ajax started, he didn’t hesitate. He moved forward without mercy, as Gwen had ordered. I saw him counting the tears, and he stopped at eight instead of seven. I agreed with him — one of them was questionable, and he needed the extra to be certain he followed Abbott’s rules.
