And then he told her he’d reserved the Lupanar, the first-floor dungeon, for four hours the following day.
Emmy sat back in her chair and her heart gave a slow, heavy thud against her ribs. The Lupanar — the name alone carried weight, the soundproofed space of stone and steel designed for the kind of play that left marks on body and soul alike.
Zander leaned forward on the sofa, his expression calm but his eyes intent, the ancient blue holding hers with that quiet command that made her feel safe andheard.
“You and I need to plan it out,” he said, voice low and steady, the words settling over her like cool silk. “But first, you need to know a little about what I want to mirror.”
He told her about how he’d used a bardex to force Spence to hold an enema, and then left him alone to think. He’d wanted Spence to open up to him. He’d been keeping secrets, and Zander wanted him to share those secrets without Zander having to rip into his mind.
“I want to mirror this, with you giving him an enema in your own way, and then talking to him about his wants and needs, his fears. I don’t know what he’ll choose to tell you,but I don’t want you to give him relief untilyoufeel as if you’ve reached some kind of milestone with him.”
He sat back. “It feels important. A way to make him see us both as equals over him.”
His gaze never wavered. “We need to plan everything that comes before, but I want it to be unmistakably clear that, when our four hours are up, Spence will answer to you as completely as he answers to me. Your word will be law when it comes to sex and submission, same as mine.”
The words landed warm and heavy in her chest, a rush of power and responsibility woven so tightly she could barely separate them. She’d bossed him around during sex, but this would mean she could hurt him, could give him actual orders instead of just directing him. It would make everything different.
Ownership shared, not borrowed.
And that meant… “It’s a test. Not just for him, to see if he’ll share something deep and dark with me, but for me, to see how I hurt him, how I work him.”
Zander tilted his head. “Perhaps, but the test results are as much for the two of you as they are for me. I’ve watched you with him, through his eyes, when the two of you have fucked without me. I’ve also seen you in action through Felix’s eyes. I have confidence in your skill level and your humanity — how far you take your sadism, and when you back off. I trust you to do right by our boy.”
Emmy wasn’t sure how she felt about him spying on her through others, and yet, as Master Vampire, it was in hisright to do so. If he could get into her head, he’d know more about her, but he’d likely learned plenty by watching her through the people she’d spent time with.
Zander leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, voice softening further. “Outside of scenes, Spence remains his own person. He’s free to argue, to tease, to choose his own path as he always has. I won’t have him diminished. But in play…” A faint, predatory smile curved his mouth. “In play, he needs to be hurt and used. And tomorrow, we make certain he feels that truth in every fiber of his being.”
Emmy’s throat tightened, heat blooming low and steady. The trust in his words, the way he offered her this piece of Spence without hesitation, felt like a vow deeper than any contract. “What else do we include in the scene?”
“Something prolonged. Intense. Designed to push him, to strip him down to nothing but obedience and need.” Zander’s eyes darkened. “Suspension again, perhaps, but with more sensory layers — earplugs along with a thick hood, alternating pain and pleasure until he’s floating. You’ll direct the pain; I’ll anchor the pleasure. Then we reverse it. Make it chaotic enough that he has to lean on both of us to stay afloat.”
She nodded slowly, mind already spinning through possibilities. “Four hours is a long time to keep him on that edge.”
“Exactly.” Zander’s smile turned sharper. “And we’ll be relentless for, I figure two hours before the enema starts.When it’s over, he’ll know without a doubt that your dominance is as absolute as mine.”
Emmy swallowed, the weight of it thrilling and a little terrifying. “And after?”
“After,” he said softly, reaching across the desk to trace a cool fingertip along her wrist, “we’ll bring him down in the elevator, and we’ll take care of him. Eventually, we’ll talk, but first, we remind him of how much we love him.
“But right now, we plan,” he said, and patted the sofa beside him.
She stood and walked to him, sat beside him, and the two apex predators sat and mapped out an afternoon of showing just how much the two cared for the wolf who held their triangle steady.
Spence’s heart hammered the entire walk upstairs, climbing fourteen floors, smiling to people as they rose through the silo. He knew they were headed to the Lupanar, but he had no idea how long Zander had reserved it, nor what would happen once they were inside.
His mind went back a few hours, Zander outside in the sub-zero air while Spence ran with some of the security wolves. Even in the polar north, the full moon spoke to them, and running in the brutal cold had beenexhilarating.
But now he was back in the warmth of the silo, walking on two legs, wearing clothes. Though he didn’t figure that last bit would be true for much longer.
They walked single file up the staircase — Zander behind him, cool and steady, while Emmy walked in front, her warmth a counterpoint that made his skin prickle with anticipation. Anxiety twisted low in his gut, both sharp and sweet — whatever they’d planned was a mystery he both craved and feared. He trusted them with his life, his soul, but the unknown always gnawed at the edges of his submission, turning surrender into a double-edged challenge.
They stepped off the top of the spiral stairs, went through the corridors to the dungeon, and Zander said, “Strip. Knock for permission to enter.”
Alone in the hallway, Spence obeyed without hesitation, fingers working buttons and zipper, clothes folded neatly. When he was naked, goosebumps all over his body, cock already hard, he held his clothing and shoes in one hand, and knocked with the other.
And then waited a good forty seconds before Emmy opened the heavy door and motioned him in, her gaze raking over him with possession and approval.
Heat flooded his cheeks even as arousal tightened low. Zander’s back was turned to them, working on something at the worktable in a back corner, and Emmy pointed him to stand in the center of the room, under the winch.
