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Brian dipped under the raft, came up on the other side. Slicking back his hair, streams of water etching his shoulders and chest, he bent to attend to her other breast.
"Oh God..." It was impossible to come, the raft having too much random movement, but the water beating on her clit and labia kept pushing her toward that pinnacle. She saw Tucker and Aila sitting on the concrete lip of the lazy river, eyes intent on her helpless thrashings.
Brian took his time with her breast, indulging his own pleasure until she was mindless, almost savage. When he gripped the side of her face, thumb passing over her lips, she bit. He pushed further into her mouth so she was sucking it frantically as his lips and tongue kept lashing at her nipples, the heat at odds with the cold of the falling water.
When she was practically screaming with the constant barrage of sensation, she was moved further forward, so the curtain of water was falling on her abdomen. Another heated mouth closed over her cunt. She shrieked. Her Master straightened then, his hand sliding down over her neck, fingers tangling with the only thing she was wearing. His necklace, the signet ring catching on his thumb as his other fingers closed on her throat, reminding her she had to have his permission.
"Master, please..."
"Do you wish to come for me?"
"Yes." She wailed it.
"Then please me. Wait until I say you can."
Oh God. Whoever was working behind that curtain knew what they were doing. With her legs bound she couldn't stop the sensations from overtaking her. She held his gaze though, put everything she needed and wanted to give to him in it. The fire and hunger in his gaze almost consumed her.
"Now," he said.
The climax hit her like a wall of water ten times as forceful as this one, especially when he bent and sank his fangs into her breast. She bowed up, seeing Butch's lust-fired gaze, feeling his fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head still as Brian took blood from her breast, as her cunt pulsed and gushed with her climax, as she screamed with the force of all of it, sending echoes throughout the pool area.
The waves kept coming and coming, a mix of their sexual talents and the stamina she had as a third mark. All proof of just how truly helpless she was in her binding to him. A binding she never wanted removed.
Brian lifted his head, sealed blood-tinged lips over hers, letting her taste the blood with which she nourished him. Which strengthened the bond all the more. She whimpered into his mouth, pleaded for God knew what, as aftershocks as violent as climaxes shook her.
He lifted his head, traced her face, watched every reaction, drinking it all in as his due. "You want more, need more. Insatiable sweet girl. My servant."
She nodded, panting, wide-eyed, pleading. Brian straightened, looking toward Butch. "I think she has far more to give us. Wouldn't you agree, my lord?"
She had few brain cells left, but enough to know the formality had been intentional. Brian hadn't rejected the tradition of what might be due to their host. He'd only retained the right to make the decision, limiting her access to those who would care for her, ensure her pleasure was part of the equation.
Butch inclined his head. "I think she might at that. Dix?"
Dix came through the curtain of water. His spiky hair was so short that even wet it stood up, but she liked the way the water made the color gleam, and how drops rolled down the angular planes of his sun-browned face. She wanted to touch, to lick. Brian was right. She was all mindless sensuality now, his creature to offer and serve pleasure. Her gaze sought Brian, that connection to her Master. Though he didn't look at her, he felt her regard, answered it.
Watching you serve at my command is something I plan never to deprive myself of again.
God, a threat had never sounded so wonderful.
Butch directed Dix to change places with him, hold the raft while he shifted out of the way. "I think Lord Brian wants you to suckle his servant's breasts and get her ready for his cock again."
"With pleasure."
That was only part of the equation, though. When Dix bent over her face to put his mouth between her breasts, nuzzling his way up the rise toward a nipple, it brought him close to her as well. She could reach his elbow and part of his forearm where her wrist was bound, so she curled her fingers over him, lifted her head to lick his sternum, reach his nipple with her mouth. The nub was beaded with water. As she sucked and licked at it, he nipped hers in response, but she also felt his breath catch. She was giving him pleasure.
Watching them was inspiring the vampires to take a more active role themselves. When Dix clutched the raft by her shoulders, the jolt of his body, the resulting rock of it against the inflatable, told her he was being fucked as he did his Master's bidding. From the mingling of scents, she could tell it was Butch. A flick of her gaze showed Butch's fingers curved tight over Dix's shoulders, holding him steady as he worked his cock into his servant.
Most servants lubricated themselves well for such gatherings, both males and females. Dix's grunt against her flesh said that his Master was a challenging size, even with the right preparation. But all servants knew some types of discomfort only fueled pleasure. When his nipping and licking became less focused, more frantic and sharp, desire unfolded in her once more, stoked by the sexual energy swirling around them.
Another pair of hands had locked onto her ankles, a mouth teasing and sucking on the network of fragile bones. However, the rhythm and vibration of movement from behind that curtain of water told her whatever servant had been ordered to put his mouth on her there was being fucked as well. It had to be the sous chef, which meant the big Viking, Balen, was taking his pleasure. Tucker was still watching poolside, his blue eyes sharp and measuring. He seemed to be the dominant vampire of the pairing, Balen and Reed performing for him.
Her Master's hands slid down her waist, her thighs. Through glazed eyes, she saw him cut through the waterfall, and then he bent to put his mouth where Dix's had been. Any hope at deductive reasoning flew away, her arousal spiking high once more as he lapped between her legs, making her shudder and moan again.
She'd been placed in the center of a clock she suspected was going to see a lot of rotations before dawn called the vampires to bed. And while she trembled at the idea of all those demands, the memory of her Master's beautiful hazel eyes and the solid touch of his hands, the caress of his mouth, said it would all be at his behest, his direction. He'd watch over her every step of the way, even wh
ile using her pleasure for his own, pushing her past exhaustion. And then he'd carry her to bed and start all over again.
She was moving again, through the waterfall. She closed her eyes, prepared for the waterfall to pass over her face, but Dix leaned over her, the width of his chest providing that shelter until they were through and he could straighten again. His Master had obviously pulled out to allow for the transport, and Balen and Reed had withdrawn as well.
When they floated into the main pool, her Master was once again directing the raft, though Butch and Dix were still with them. She couldn't see the others, but all she wanted to look at was Brian. Her restraints gave her enough of a reach she could stroke his knuckles where his hand was placed on the raft. His fingers curled over hers, stroking her back.
As they reached the wall, Butch heaved himself out with an impressive ripple of muscle from shoulders to thighs. Dripping wet and magnificent, thick cock erect, he reached down to clasp Dix's hand and pulled him out one-armed, pushing him immediately toward a solid-looking wooden chair.
"Grab the arms. You're going to need the brace."
Dix had barely a second to bend over the chair and comply before Butch shoved his cock into his narrow ass again. Watching two men fuck had an undeniably erotic savagery to it that claimed her attention, kept her libido simmering.
Keep watching them. I'm going to watch you, while Tia and Aila enjoy your taste.
Her thigh muscles tightened as a female mouth closed over her cunt, tasting and suckling. Aila, because Tia stood at her hip, looking at Debra like a rare treat. Brian hiked himself up onto the wall, sitting where she could see him. He was no less magnificent than Butch. She wanted to suckle every bead of water off him, put her mouth over his cock, standing proud and thick between his thighs. She wanted to watch him watching her.
I gave you an order. You watch Butch and Dix. You don't have permission to look at me.
She felt the denial of that keenly, but watching Butch and Dix only made her blood heat further, her body start gathering for another climax under Aila's clever mouth. God, Butch was strong, even for a vampire. He caught Dix by his nape, pushed him down on a mat on all fours. Dix braced himself, grunting while Butch's hips pistoned. Then his Master was gripping Dix's throat, bringing him up to band an arm around his chest as he thrust even harder. Dix's body arched, his cock jutting out, unrelieved. Reed knelt in front of him, closing his mouth on Dix's organ as Balen pushed him down, worked his cock into his own servant's backside.
