AllFreeNovel
Share Us
It was too late to have the thought, lost as it was amid a fierce struggle to resist their efforts to do things to him he couldn't permit, wouldn't permit. No way in hell.
Then suddenly they were off him, standing back, and he was wheezing, everything hurting and throbbing where the rope was cutting off circulation and his breathing.
A knife sliced through the ropes, Dix pulling them free. As soon as Quinn could orient himself, he shoved him away, did it himself. Pulling the shorts back in place, he stumbled to his feet and braced himself for battle, fists clenched, eyes wild.
It took him a few blinks to realize no one was close enough to fight. With his head still whirling, he registered Butch leaning against the patio wall, testing his thumb against the wicked-looking knife he'd used to cut the bonds. Selene sat straight and still in the chair, her gaze not on Quinn at all, but on the distant horizon as if she wished she was somewhere else entirely. It was that which brought Quinn back to himself, made his heart drop.
Fuck, he'd failed. Hadn't he? Proven he couldn't do it. Yet as he tried to imagine a hundred ways to make it better, he couldn't bring himself to think of doing that. She was right. Butch was right. He'd made the wrong choice. Yet he wanted to go to his knees, beg her forgiveness. He couldn't be without her, yet he couldn't...do that.
"It's a learning process. Fortunately, maybe, you're in a position to give him that. In forty, fifty years he'll find the peace with it that Dix did, but he definitely doesn't have it now."
Butch had angled himself to speak directly to Selene, as if Quinn wasn't even there. He didn't seem the least bit perturbed, a small boon all in all. Quinn struggled to get his mind around that, the indicator that maybe he hadn't screwed up as bad as he'd thought. At least overall. He wished Selene would look at him or say something.
"You're right," Butch told her. "If the Region Masters rule against you, it's best for his sake that he stays here. I'll do as you ask. As long as he agrees to the discretion that will keep him alive."
His gaze returned to Quinn, though Butch continued to address his Mistress. "If the ruling is in your favor, it's a good thing this is where you want to stay for some time. Your servant will need the time to wrap his head around his role. Before someone strikes it from his shoulders."
"Perhaps it's just the approach that needs the work, not the servant."
Quinn lifted his head to see Selene's eyes on him. Butch lifted a brow, though he looked amused, not offended. "Do tell."
"You break a horse gradually, introducing the saddle and bit as part of a more rewarding activity. Correct?"
"More or less."
She nodded. "If you will permit me, I think I can offer you a display you'll enjoy, while proving my servant has the wherewithal to manage this. As you said, it's a learning process, and why shouldn't we enjoy the pleasures of watching him learn?"
"Indeed." Butch made a courteous gesture, took a seat again. "What did you have in mind?"
"I will order my servant to make me come with his mouth while your servant brings him to climax with his."
Butch's eyes got a speculative light. "Works for me. I choose the position and restraints."
When she inclined her head, Butch turned to his servant. "Dix, if you'll adjust his position accordingly?"
As Dix approached, Quinn braced himself. Selene held up a hand, bringing Dix to a halt. She rose, moving back toward Quinn.
I'm sorry, Mistress.
Nothing to be sorry for, cowboy. Not a thing. When she reached him, she put her hand on his face, looked up into his eyes. That petite, lovely thing who inspired such protective feelings from him had tapped into a part of himself that had brought him the most personal and sexual fulfillment in a long time. When he looked into her eyes, despite their surroundings, he felt all those things, as well as more shame. She was right here, standing before him, and he'd failed her.
Did I tell you that you failed me, Quinn? She arched a brow, and any vulnerability he'd sensed earlier was gone, replaced by pure, cool Mistress. "Answer me."
"No."
Then you didn't. "I'm hot and wet, watching you two big strong men wrestle, and now I'm going to command you down on your back so I can straddle your face and order you to service my pussy. Butch is commanding Dix down onto his knees to take your cock in his mouth, to do his best to make you come before I do. But I know my servant values my pleasure more than his own. Doesn't he?"
He held her gaze. Nodded. I'm not sure I can let him...do that.
That's why he's going to tie your arms and legs, so your only focus, your only choice, is to give me pleasure, Quinn. Now kneel.
Her hands slid up his chest, up to his shoulders, and began to exert pressure. He tried to block Dix out of his line of sight and, as he sank before her, it was possible. When he was kneeling, staring up at her, at the rise of her breasts, the pursing of her lips, the vibrant blue of her eyes, he could get lost in all those things, in all that she was to him. He barely registered her easing him down to the ground, directing him to his back.
Curling her small hands around his wrists, she eased his arms up and over his head, caressing his throat, his mouth, chest and nipples as his wrists were bound. Dix tied them to one of the three poles embedded into the patio concrete, poles whose purpose Quinn had wondered about and cursed the couple times he'd slammed into them during their match. Selene straddled his abdomen so he couldn't see Dix anymore, though he felt his hands spreading his legs, the ropes tightening around his ankles. Then she started moving forward, gathering up the edges of her short skirt so the garters were fully revealed, and he scented her aroused pussy under the lacy scrap of panties. God, she was beautiful. He was aware of Dix's hands on his shorts, taking them down, and he tensed, but then his Mistress was straddling his shoulders.
"You have one choice, Quinn." She stared down at him, one simple knee bend away from straddling his face, bringing that delectable pussy to his mouth. "What is that choice?"
"To give my Mistress pleasure." His voice was hoarse.
She didn't remove her panties, simply sank down on his face, bringing her pussy up close and personal, but holding it just a lick away. She kept it there as he felt Dix's hands close on his thighs. He bucked a bit, but then Dix's mouth closed over his cock, which didn't give a damn that it was a male mouth on it, though feeling the scratch of his evening shadow against his pelvis was disconcerting. Quinn was just glad he didn't have to see the guy doing it. Selene stayed that tantalizing distance away, her blue eyes focused on his face like a raptor's.
Please, Mistress. He swallowed back a groan as Dix wrested a strong spasm out of his cock. Fuck, he was going to come in the guy's mouth before she brought her pussy any closer. Maybe that was what she intended. He licked his lips, stared at it, inhaled. Focused. Not until he gave her pleasure.
Finally, blissfully, she brought it down and covered his face with the light fabric of her dress. He went on t
he attack, already too revved up to take it slow, but he found her soaked through. His Mistress was highly aroused by all this, and that made something click in his brain. He didn't give a damn if he was being sucked off by man, woman or a Hoover vacuum hose. This was the payoff. Her arousal, her desire.
Her pleasure. That's what she'd said, right? He licked, sucked, bit her through the silky fabric. She ground against his face, cut off his breathing, rubbed herself over his jaw, nose, cheeks, mouth, marking him with her scent while she hummed in her throat and he felt her thighs tighten against his head, clamping and holding him there in an excruciating heaven.
Dix, goddamn him, had brought his hands into it. He'd cupped Quinn's ass to lever him up deeper and his thumb was pushing into Quinn's anus, playing there. Fuck fuck fuck...
His Mistress was coming first, damn it all. There was no other option he'd entertain. She was arched back, the straps of her dress falling off her shoulders, the curves of her breast quivering, Butch probably watching it all.
That would have distracted and angered him, but his Mistress took care of that as well. Suddenly Quinn could see through her eyes and he found Butch's attention wasn't on Selene at all. Sucking off Quinn had put Dix on all fours. Butch had pulled his servant's shorts out of his way and was slamming into his ass like a jackhammer, was working him hard. Seeing the set of Butch's mouth, the vibrant lust in his gray eyes, feeling the spasmodic clamp of Dix's fingers into Quinn's thighs, trying to hold on to his own orgasm for his Master, shouldn't have turned him on, but the overload of stimulation was too much for Quinn.
Mistress...
She started to come then. Though her consent was almost incoherent, it was enough for him. He exploded in Dix's hard-pulling mouth, driven by the force of her climax, gushing against his mouth and lips. He plucked at her clit and swirled his tongue over her labia, making sure he gave her the full measure of it even as his brain fragmented.
He heard Butch come, Dix falling right after. His come splattered against Quinn's thighs, his shins. He didn't care. It was all about Selene, as if this whole thing had been engineered by her, because her mind was open, her unfiltered pleasure swamping him, making it okay. Making it all work. This was a front-row view of what it was supposed to be, what serving a vampire meant. The knowledge he'd seen in Dix's eyes was starting to have a nascent reflection in his own.
