Fifteen minutes later, Emmy sat at a table in the sitting room, Zander across from her. She was still exhausted, it turned out, but the food should help.
She dug into the cheesy omelet with sausage, mushrooms, and spinach first, and then moaned at how good it was.
And then rolled her eyes at herself when she heard how sexy it sounded.
“Sorry about that, but damn, this is good. Thanks for ordering it for me.”
“Anytime. I have a proposition.”
His voice was a low caress, his eyes even darker than usual, but she merely lifted her brows and waited to hear it.
“When you’re a little stronger, I’d like to share Spencer with you. You with a strap-on, whichever hole you choose, and I’ll take the other.”
Heat flashed straight to her core, and she swallowed, then took a drink of her banana-blueberry smoothie.
“If that’s the only offer on the table, I’ll gladly take it, but…”
She met his gaze, unsure if she should ask for more than he offered, and he said, “Speak. Now it’s my turn to listen.”
“I want eye contact with him, the first time I hurt him. I need to see where he is, need to see…” She held his gaze, the air between them thick with promise. “His submission, his need. I want to see him fighting the pain and accepting it.”
Zander’s smile was slow and predatory. “Keep going. Plan it out. Beginning to end.”
His tone made her clit throb. And the very idea of them sharing Spence sent a shiverthrough her.
She ate a piece of crispy bacon while she considered possible specifics, and finally said, “You doing something to his asshole, preferably your cock in him, slowly fucking him, enjoying just being inside him and savoring the feeling, to start. I’m figuring he’ll be under a winch, hanging by his arms, spreader bar wide between his ankles, maybe standing on a box to get him at the right height for you to comfortably fuck his ass.”
And what did she want to do to him? “Meanwhile, a penis plug you know will be super-uncomfortable without edging into actual pain, but it’ll be a TENS one. He won’t know that when it’s going in, and I’ll play with his balls some — squeezes and light spanks, nothing in this session is going to make him need tochangeafterward — and then hit the TENS. Over the session, he’ll get quick, super-intense bursts that’ll get worse and worse, making him dance and squeeze your cock.”
Zander’s eyes darkened, and she could scent his arousal. She kept going. “I’ll flog his dick with a small plastic flogger, use clamps on his nipples. Just general CBT stuff, and throughout, I’ll talk to him and help him through it, but you and I will also talk. Maybe you’ll groan and ask me to do something again, talk about how lovely his ass feels spasming around your dick when I do something specific. Perhaps you’ll ask him some questions he has to answer between my doing so.”
She talked faster, the scene a vivid erotic fantasy. “Eventually, we’ll put him between us, his dick in my pussy,your dick in his ass, and you’ll make him do all the work for a short time, before you take over. If we wear him out, maybe you and I fuck while he watches, recovering, waiting for aftercare, which we will both give him.”
The room thrummed with sexual tension, but there was more. Did she dare call it romantic tension? She sat still, her gaze locked with his, waiting for him to respond.
“A dance of pain and pleasure,” Zander finally said, and he reached out to cup her cheek, thumb tracing her lower lip. “You are exquisite, but you also haven’t fully recovered. I can sense your exhaustion, despite your rest. I figure another four or five days, and then perhaps you’ll be up to it.”
She smiled. “Incentive to get stronger as fast as possible.” She spread some spiced apple butter on half a biscuit. “It’s probably time for me to go back to my room on the flock’s floor. Thanks so much for opening your space up to me, but I don’t need to be so close to a bathroom anymore.”
He shook his head, his gaze intense, bordering on possessive. “No. I appreciate your friendship with Felix, but I’m not of a mind to send you to sleep with another man at this time. You’ll continue to sleep with Spencer. He won’t be allowed any hanky-panky yet, though I figure that will change in the near future.”
His smile promised sin, and her thighs clenched.
But she considered whether to argue. Other than saying he wanted her to sleep with Spence rather than Felix, hewasn’t issuing orders — and even that had been spoken as a preference rather than a command. Mostly.
And he wasn’t even telling her not to initiate sex with Spence, only pointing out Spence wouldn’t have permission for it. And honestly, she’d rather sleep with Spence than Felix right now, so it would be stupid to argue.
She would want to start eating in the cafeteria more, and hanging out on the flock’s floor again, perhaps even some time in her room, spending time with her friends even if she didn’t sleep there. But she could have those conversations later.
For now, she noted, “You aren’t telling me what to do. It’s a conversation. That isn’t what I expected, and I appreciate it.”
“You aren’t mine to order around. You’re a powerful dragon who tossed off two ancient vampires to go to a friend you knew to be in distress. If this is to work between the two of us, we’ll have to find a way to be equals to each other while we, eventually, co-Top Spencer.
“You’ll always have to publicly respect my position above you within the coterie, which means we’ll have to keep any disagreements private between us, but once we decide we’re a threesome, the balance will likely be a work in progress.”
Tension coiled in the air, the promise of pleasure alongside pain delivered with care. Equals in a dance of dominance and devotion full of romance, power, and the exquisite tease of what was to come.
Spence was moderating a small disagreement between vampire companions when Toby texted him, so it was nearly ten minutes before he could respond. “Sorry for the delay. Dealing with prima donnas. What’s up?”
