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"I did. But it's time to reevaluate that, put it in a different context. Yes, in the vampire world, there is no equity between vampires and servants." Backing her against the wall, he put himself up against her. She gasped as he slid his hand between them, beneath the skirt and panties. He began to massage and manipulate her clit and labia with clever fingers that knew everything about her body. "But we're talking about you and me, not the vampire world. What do you want, Debra? I know the answer. I see it in your mind. But I want to hear it from your lips. I want you to speak it out loud to me, not when you think I'm asleep."
He slid his hand from her, brought the fingers to her lips and made her taste herself. "That honey tells me your body is mine. Whenever, however I want it."
Her knees were turning to rubber, but he slid his arm around her waist. "I'm getting older, greedier. I want all of it. I want to push to the bottom of your heart and soul, take over all of it."
"You're scaring me. I'm scared."
He put his lips over hers, his tongue sweeping in to lash and mate with hers. Curving a strong hand over her thigh, he pulled it up to his hip and pushed his erection against her core, let her feel how aroused he already was.
"I want you a little scared, off balance. I want to prove I can be the one that drives the fear away." He bent, took a sharp nip at her throat, licking away the small drops of blood he created.
She wasn't at all sure of this mood. He wasn't Brian, or even Lord Brian. Just simply her Master, and the part of her that wanted to get lost in his commands, desires, was spinning and swirling in a haze.
"Come with me." He straightened, eased back from her, but as he turned to guide her down the hall, he had a steadying hand on the small of her back, his other holding a firm grip on her fingers.
She was glad for his reassuring hold when they turned the corner and she saw Lord Graham emerging from one of the guest rooms. His servant wasn't with him, likely already in the dining room. Servants acquainted themselves informally before their vampires arrived, since they'd be far more intimate with one another as the night progressed.
She regretted the missed opportunity somewhat, but the ability to avert a chance encounter with Graham had compensated for it. Having the steamy encounter with Brian outside her door had exceeded even that.
Besides, she'd already met Dix. Familiarity with the servant of the vampire host helped smooth the way with the others, because he would set the tone. As much as he could, with vampires calling the ultimate shots.
Because of that, she couldn't stop herself from stiffening at the sight of Graham, cold spearing her vitals. But then Brian distracted her entirely.
Putting her up against the wall, he slammed his mouth down on hers. The earlier kiss had been hot, titillating. This was full domination, his hips forced against hers so her body was hiked up the unyielding surface at her back, his cock an iron bar between her legs. Despite the layers of clothing, she ached to be filled by him. Right here, right now. She craved the reminder that she belonged to him alone, that nothing Lord Graham could do to her tonight could touch that.
His hands tangled in her loose hair, thumbs sliding along the corners of her mouth, over her pulse, taking command of all her senses. She let out a tiny, helpless noise as he deepened the kiss. As his arm tightened around her waist, she felt every angle of his body even more acutely.
He didn't stop there. He took over her mind, showing her what he intended to do to her after the dinner was over and they were back in his room. He was going to borrow an ankle spreader bar from Butch's well-equipped dungeon. He would padlock it onto her fine ankles, put her down on her knees in their room, bind her wrists to a leg of the bed. And then he'd take his time, put his mouth on her rim again, use some oil and make her slick before he'd sink his cock to the balls into her ass.
I need to remind you that every orifice, every thought, every desire, belongs to me. I need to fuck your mouth, your cunt and ass, spill my seed on your breasts, inside of you, mark you mine in every way.
God, yes. She couldn't think beyond that.
He kept scrolling those images through her mind. He might take a break after he fucked her ass. Read awhile, make some project notes, all while leaving her bound. Then he'd start all over again, keeping it going until dawn. He'd leave her chained while he slept so her only thought would be of who her Master was. The male who not only held her life in his hand, but her pleasure, her protection, her very happiness.
I want you to look to me for all of it, depend on me for all of it. The way I depend on you for the same things, as well as for more things than I know how to count.
Stunned, she lifted her head when he broke the kiss. Lord Graham could have been perched on the wall behind him like a coven of dragons; she wouldn't have noticed. Her whole world was a pair of vivid eyes, a firm mouth, and the intensity of her Master's thoughts filling her mind.
Despite the chaos of lust and desire surging through her, she snagged on one thing in those thoughts. You depend on me for your...protection?
Yes. You protect my sense of myself, Debra. The man and the scientist.
He cradled her jaw in both hands, thumbs stroking her throat, making her lift her chin. His eyes were very close. "There is no one at this dinner but me, Debra. Do you understand? Only my desires, my commands."
He shifted his hips, rubbing his cock with unerring accuracy across her clit, making her thighs loosen further, her breath come faster. "Everything you do will make me desire you more. And whatever you're called to do tonight, your Master will demand even more from you when we close the bedroom door behind us at the end of the evening. Understand?"
"Yes, Master."
Closing his hand on the ring around her neck, he caressed the tops of her breasts with his knuckles. "This is a reminder of who you serve, as much as the third mark you bear."
As she thought about that X-mark branded into her flesh, she suddenly realized it looked like the crossed swords on his crest. Or perhaps she was being fanciful.
"No," he said. "I don't think you are. Because it means you're part of my family."
Her gaze lifted to his. He didn't back away from it, didn't say anything that would explain it any differently, make it acceptable for the vampire-servant relationship. She wanted to protest as she had before, ask him not to do this, but her will was growing weak. Everything he was giving her, piece by piece, was filling that empty part of her she'd reconciled to always being empty.
"Good," he said. "To accomplish that, I'll obliterate your will entirely."
Taking her hand again, he escorted her onward. He took his time, giving her time to slow if not completely calm the spinning of her mind. When he reached the corner where they would be in view of the dining room, she was somewhat steadier. Even so, he stopped, gave her a searching look. He was waiting on her.
Lifting her chin, she met his gaze. "I'm ready, Master," she whispered.
He nodded, touched her face with a look of approval that made her feel she could face anything. Then they stepped around that corner together.
SS
Graham reminded her of a serpent. She liked snakes and had no fear of them, having handled plenty growing up on her grandfather's acreage. She remembered shaming a boy she'd liked by scooping up one curled in their path when they were hiking. When she'd relocated the creature out of harm's way, she'd turned to find that same boy had practically leaped fifty feet backwards. "It's just a snake," she'd said, puzzled.
Graham's version of a snake made her want to leap back fifty feet. His blue eyes seemed perpetually slitted in calculation, his oval face punctuated by a jutting chin. Lean and sinuous in his movements, he was handsome in a way that seemed...evil to her. As silly as that sounded, her gut told her she was right on target.
Brian was seated across from him. With her standing behind her Master's chair, a servant's normal position at these functions, Graham was in her line of sight. So she focused on Brian's back, the breadth of his shoulders, his hair grazing t
he collar of his shirt and coat. She could inhale his scent with every breath. He usually wore a light cologne for events such as these, a scent that hinted of smoke and spice.
