But I was miserable.
So, Master Abbott gave me two offers. The first was to live with a male vampire as his valet and bodyguard without the expectation I’d feed him or provide sexual services.
The second was to live with Kieran and Gwen for twice the money, but my job wouldn’t just mean keeping them safe during the day, but feeding them, and acting as something of a sexual go-between. Gwen was happiest with a live-in companion to feed-and-fuck, and I’d need to make that happen without Kieran being jealous.
A tall order, but it felt like the perfect job for me. I wanted a full-time, round-the-clock assignment. Ineedto be of service, and it pained me to admit this to myself, but I need to be food for a vampire. I don’t think it’s an addiction, though I admit the practically narcotic effect is nice, but it’s more about an emotional need than a physical one.
All of this was going through my head because I could hear Master Abbott’s limo approaching from two miles away, and I knew I was going to meet my new Mistress naked, locked in a chastity device, with my arms behind my back, a bit in my mouth, plug in my ass, and a blindfold stealing my sight. My cock wanted to get hard, and itachedinside the cruel metal cage.
Master Kieran had fucked my face and ass more times than I could count over the past month. He’d used his belt on my ass when I displeased him, and he unlocked the chastity device and allowed me to beat myself off when I pleased him. He was strict, but so far he’d been fair. I liked him, and he’d earned my respect. I enjoyed my job here, but everything was about to change.
“Stay where you are Ajax.”
I was mostly accustomed to my new name, but it still hit me as different on occasion. I liked it okay, and I understood why they’d had to give me one. My former master had just called meguard. Spencer started calling me Ajax almost right away. He showed me the commercials with the bald guy in white cleaning the floors, and then explained that Ajax is another kind of cleaner. I look like a younger version of the guy in the commercial, though I can’t dance. At all. When I was finally given paperwork, an official identity, I found out my new name:Andrew William Jackson. Spencer explained it took so long because he had time to let the people who procure identities find just the right name for me, and someone with a clean history so I wouldn’t have trouble with the certifications to work in security. They’d only needed to find someone with the last name Jackson and the first initial A in order to make it work, but they wanted the right background.
Kieran greeted his wife outside. I could sense the vampires speaking telepathically, and I considered why I was picking up on it. Did they want me to? I didn’t know. Master Kieran haddrank me nearly dry two days earlier and thenchangedme to wolf just before my heart stopped beating. The process had brought us closer together, but I was surprised I could sense their conversation. Not what they were saying, just that they were speaking telepathically.
They walked in together, and Master Kieran spoke aloud.
“You will not speak to him in English. I will allow you to teach him seven one-word commands in French. You will speak to me telepathically in English or out loud in French.”
She responded in what I assumed was French and didn’t sound angry. Unhappy, but not argumentative. I had no idea what she said. My former Master had only used Russian and English around me.
Kieran continued. “His cock will remain locked unless I want him to fuck you. I can sense your hunger so I’ll move him to the sofa. You can feed from behind him, and then you and I will have our own little reunion. I have a surprise for you.”
I was pretty sure the surprise was that I’d eaten something with maple in it a few times the day before, and then had maple pancakes soaked in maple syrup an hour before she arrived. She mustreallylike the taste of blood after her meal has gorged on sweet maple food.
* * * *
Gwen
I smelled the maple as soon as Kieran started walking the blindfolded man across the room.
And man is an understatement. He was at least six foot five inches tall, with legs and arms like tree trunks, broad shoulders, and a slim, chiseled waist. I’d known he was a big guy when I saw him in the suit, but his physique wasgloriouswhen naked.
Kieran moved the young man to the sofa, and I was disappointed at the large blindfold, so I couldn’t see our new bodyguard’s face. I’d seen him briefly when he was gifted to us, but I wanted to look into his eyes. I wanted the connection.
When the large man was seated, Kieran motioned me forward.
Did I want one of the words I taught him to berelax? I wasn’t sure, and I needed to figure out my seven words before I used one of them up. Did Kieran intend this man to be my pet? If he was our bodyguard, was that even possible? I didn’t question it though. If my companion needed to be a trained animal to me, that would work. One can grow quite close to a docile, loving pet.
I rubbed his shoulders a few seconds, and he understood without words. His body relaxed. He took some deep breaths. His shoulders dropped a little more. Kieran’s smart enough to know you can grow a deep relationship with a pet sometimes easier than with someone you can converse with, so I didn’t think this was completely about his jealousy of my former human companion, but I wasn’t sure what he was up to.
I leaned in, licked my new pet’s neck, and let my fangs sink in. The man relaxed even more — helikedbeing a meal for vampires. I could see his locked chastity device from this angle. Even locked in steel, I could tell his cock was going to be a monster.
If forced chastity wasn’t this man’s fantasy then making him horny would’ve been cruel. A quick dip in his mind didn’t show me that particular kink, so I gave him lots of feel-good chemicals without giving him a hard-on. He seemed strong, so I took a little more than I usually would, but his blood was so damned good. Sweetandsavory. Kieran wanted me to enjoy my meal, and I did.
I’d have enjoyed it more if we were skin-to-skin, but that was okay. If letting Kieran control things meant I could bond witha blood servant without hostility from my husband, I was good with that.
I licked the marks my fangs had made in his neck and took another couple of seconds to rub the giant werewolf’s shoulders and arms. He held his elbows behind his back, but his shoulders didn’t seem strained. Without the use of my words to thank him, gentle touches would have to do.
I couldn’t help but be curious about how much the two men had bonded while on their own. Kieran likes the skinny little guys to be waxed, but he doesn’t usually require it of the big, alpha-looking men. This man was hairless everywhere except his beautifully sculpted eyebrows, though.
Did you wax him?
No. His previous owner kept him shaved for a year before he was bitten and turned. They shaped his eyebrows, too.
Which meant he was forever destined to be hairless except for perfect eyebrows. Styles come and go, and his eyebrows would eventually look dated.
