Gwen rested her arm across my abdomen, traced a few of my muscles, and then reached for my hand. “You were trained as a sex slave. You had to know how to speak properly, how to entertain with sex, how to please both men and women withyour mouth, hands, dick, and bottom. How to disrobe yourself suggestively, and how to properly undress the person you were given to, should they desire it. How to give a proper massage. She didn’t need to know any of that.”
Kieran sat on the edge of the bed. “Our little Arabella had camaraderie with the other field hands while they worked. She had friends. So long as they met their quota, they were provided plenty of nourishing food and didn’t go hungry. The nutrition shakes they were given on their brothel day were apparently horrible tasting, but they were fed well on the other days. Healthy slaves work better and last longer.” He looked at her a few seconds while she worked, and then back to me. “She didn’t think her life was terrible. She didn’t see how others lived. No television. No comparisons. She didn’t know she had it worse than most other humans, and thus didn’t feel sorry for herself. Even now, she doesn’t feel resentful or bitter about it, and you shouldn’t either.”
I’d picked up on that when she told me about it. Instead of being angry about her childhood, she’s thankful she has some say in how her adult life will go. Instead of looking back with resentment, she’s looking forward with hope and joy.
“Why can’t she hear us?”
Kieran glanced at Gwen before he told me, “Abbott gave us access to her willpower. He said it’s necessary in order to get her to study properly. ShedetestsEnglish class. She’s completely focused on her lessons at the moment.”
I reminded myself she’d chosen this. She didn’t want to have to make decisions and be in control of her life. Still, I’d had my willpower fucked with, and when it was finally mine, Ineverwanted that to happen again. I didn’t say anything to Gwen, but I’d talk to Arabella about it during the day when an opportunity presented itself.
I worried Gwen would bring up our little issue. I’d forgiven her and I didn’t want to talk about it, so I changed the subject.
“You’re hungry.” It was a statement, not a question.
“I am, and Kieran needs to feed as well.” Gwen touched my cheek. “Do you intend for her to be yours, or for her to be part of us?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“You do. You claimed her. If you want her to stay upstairs except to clean, we can make that happen.”
No. That would be all wrong. “It was all four of us, when we healed Kieran. I’m pretty sure she wants that energy.” I shook my head. “Iknowshe wants that energy. We have to be a foursome for this to work.”
Gwen nodded. “You understand this will mean she and I will have girl time, and she and Kieran will have alone time, yes?”
“Right, but let’s wait until we’re home to try to establish...” I rubbed my bald head. “She’ll have duties. She’ll be busy a good portion of the day, as will I. There’s no way to set up a schedule here, at the coterie house. She won’t fully understand what she’s in for until we’re home. I’d like to hold off on major decisions until we’ve established a routine and she’s used to it. We won’t need to bring in outside people to collect the laundry and clean anymore. Right? This will help with operational security.”
“An excellent plan. I’m going to pull our swan out of her studies in a few minutes. She’s nearing the end of a lesson.” Kieran stood and went around the bed in that odd glide vampires use when they aren’t worried about freaking out the humans. “Gwen and I have a few more hours of work to get to before the sun takes us. I’m of a mind for you to fuck Gwen while I fuck the swan, and we can both feed from you at the same time. If we time it right, and Gwen and the swan are holding hands from below, we can share energy across the four of us.”
“Arabella,” I told him. “She isn’t just a swan. She’s a person.”
His eyes narrowed a little. “She sees herself as a sex toy. I see you as a person because you see yourself as one. She hasn’t reached that point. She still thinks of herself as something to be owned.”
Gwen rubbed my arm. “He’ll come around. Give him time. He’s right, but he’s also wrong, and he’ll figure it out.”
Kieran rolled his eyes. “She’s finished the lesson. I’m pulling her out. She can take the test another day.”
Arabella looked confused at first. Her eyes darted all around, and finally landed on me.
“They had you focused on your lesson, so you didn’t notice us moving around. Do you need some water?”
She remembered she had water, and turned to the tumbler beside her to get a long drink.
Her eyes seemed fine when she turned back to us, and I wondered if Kieran had used his mind tricks to calm her down.
“On your back, sweetheart. Knees up by your ears.” Kieran’s voice was gentle, but it was clearly an order. He moved the laptop she’d been using, and settled it on the side table.
Arabella obeyed without even considering doing anything else. Gwen stood, pulled her gown off, motioned for me to stand, and then stretched out beside Arabella in the same position.
I looked around, and Gwen told me, “He keeps the lube in the top drawer. It’s fine to open it.”
I decided not to ask how she knew where the Master Vampire kept his lube. They’d known each other a long time, and he was her Master. Of course she knew.
Gwen watched me coat my cock with coconut oil, and I scented her arousal grow when I ordered her to make it fatter and shorter. She did, and I ordered her to do it again. And again. By the time I lined up at her ass, I scented trepidation along with arousal.
“You can take it,” I told her. “I want a little of your pain before you feed from me, so when you make me hurt, it feels right. Can we do that?”
“We can.” She looked to the side and met Kieran’s gaze. “Figure out what she needs. This is about meetingeveryone’sfantasies and requirements.”
