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She made a face at him and he gave her a tight smile. His hand stilled, though it stayed wrapped around his distracting cock. "All right, we'll leave that alone for now. I'm going to tell you how this day is going to go. Would you like that?"
After a long, heart thumping silence, she nodded.
"You're going to come over here, kneel between my feet and suck me off. Then I'm going to decide what I want you to wear tonight. I like the look of that dainty little collar and tether on you, so that may be it." He paused, arching a brow. "Want to hear more?"
"Yes." Her hands had dropped to the bed, were fisting the sheets.
"Then come here." He pointed between his feet. "The way you imagined it, Kaela. Impress your Master. Make me even harder, so I can't think of anything but fucking your mouth, shoving you down on me until you make those little helpless, hot noises because I'm being too rough. But you don't want me to stop until I make you choke on my come."
He considered her, lips twisting. "I'll bet it's been a hell of a long time since you went down on anyone. You couldn't do it to a servant unless he was trussed up, to make it clear you're doing it to torment him with your mouth, rather than serving his pleasure. But you couldn't risk even that, because if you're like most subs, it's hard not to lose yourself in that feeling that takes over when you're sucking your Master's cock. I don't have to tell you what that feeling is, do I?"
She shook her head. Her eyes felt too wide in her face. She was holding onto his every word with ten times more fascinated attention than she'd given to Fran's most involved bedtime stories. Probably for the reasons he'd just stated. She couldn't afford to get too lost when the words were coming from Fran's lips. She could with Garron.
"Kaela." He fisted his cock, rubbed his thumb over the slick slit. "Over here. Now."
A vampire had incredible speed, but they were also as lithe and flexible as cats. She slithered to the floor in a sinuous stretch of upper torso and thigh, and closed the ten feet between them on hands and knees. No thought to it, just putting everything into the sway of her hips, the toss of her head to get her hair to fall back against her shoulder blades and spill forward again. It tangled with her fingers as she moved toward his feet, his knees, the tempting organ that rose between his thighs. She could almost already taste him. Her breasts swayed with her movements, brushing the insides of her arms.
She'd unconsciously bared her fangs. From the spark in his gaze, the slight tension in his body, a soldier's reaction to potential threat, she knew she looked dangerous. She liked that, liked challenging him that way. Yet when she reached him, something else took over. She laid her head on his inner thigh, watched his hand move up and down his length. Inching forward, she laid her lips on his knuckles.
Releasing his cock, he laid his hand on her hair, stroking as she imagined wrapping her lips around him and sliding slowly, slowly down his turgid length. But not until he told her she could.
Just when she thought he would, he nudged her up so she sat back on her heels. When she smoothed back her hair from her face with both hands, he had another command for her.
"Stay like that. Hands laced behind your head."
Another standard submissive pose. She automatically spread her knees, arching her back. A little moan broke from her lips when he gripped her breasts, giving her the heat she craved. He flicked the tips and shifted forward in the chair. As she kept her chin up, her eyes resting on the wall of his chest, he pressed his cock between her breasts, closing her curves tight around it. She wanted to put her mouth between his well-developed pecs, work her way down that defined abdomen to the organ that had her salivating.
"You promised..." She had to clear her throat, stifle another moan as he pinched her nipples again, pushed his cock more insistently into that cleft. "To tell me more about...the day you had planned."
He grunted, but pumped himself a few more times between her generous curves, making it clear his pleasure came first. She realized she'd arched her back further, pushing her breasts into his palms.
He gave them another squeeze, a rough caress before he slid back. Not too far, though, because he tangled his hand in her hair. Instead of answering her, he pushed her face down toward his lap.
"Lick me first. Balls to head. Convince me you deserve the whole thing in your mouth."
She couldn't think about this, didn't want to do so. She didn't want thought to interfere with the incredible flood of sensation between her legs, the flutter his every word was causing in her chest, increasing the tingle in her nipples, the ache from every orifice wanting to be filled by him. She complied... Obeyed. She traced the ridge of the glans, followed the throbbing veins down to the base, nuzzled his balls, inhaling his musky scent. Creating a swirling pattern all the way up and around, she took tiny nips and suckles as she went, small infractions but ones he allowed. If the clench of his fingers in her hair were any indication, he approved, and that made her more enthusiastic.
Garron muttered an oath. Holding her head fast, he angled and thrust his cock all the way to the back of her throat, a clear message that play time was over. He expected her to get down to business and service her Master.
Oh God. It had been so very long since she'd done this, at least for reasons she wanted to remember. At the first taste of him, the way he stretched her mouth, she closed her eyes, savored the taste of the man. He'd been hard pretty much throughout, and she wanted to feel him release, jet in the back of her throat. She wanted to have to work to avoid spilling a single drop of his seed.
He gave that appealing growl, and she inched closer. Closing his hands over hers, he unlaced them, guided them down to his bare thighs. She made a sound that could only be described as grateful, gripping muscle and firm flesh. The man was as resilient as stone and wood, things of the earth. She sucked harder and he flinched.
"Fangs, baby," he reminded her. "Easy."
Baby. How long had it been since she'd been called that? It made her feel warm, fluid everywhere, and even more determined to give him pleasure...to please him. She adjusted her grip, used her tongue and lips to better effect, and managed only to score him a couple more times. She wanted him to come, not because she could make him come, like making a servant do her bidding, but because it would tell her she'd served him well.
She remembered the first time she'd done that for Jared, a shock to both of them in their naive world where sex was genital penetration and some kissing and touching. Oral had been...taboo...forbidden...delicious. Yet being on her knees before him had made something click inside her so strongly, she'd fantasized about doing it all sorts of times and places, just to prove how much she wanted to serve him, give him pleasure.
She put all that suppressed yearning into her efforts now. And Garron repaid her with frustration, slowing their pace with a tightening of his hand in her hair, drawing it out, making it clear he'd build to orgasm only after he made her work her ass off for it.
She wondered if he'd jacked off when she'd slept. Otherwise, he had amazing stamina. Amazing control.
Releasing her hair, he slid forward so that he pushed deeper into her throat, bracketing her with his thighs as he curved over her, gave her ass a heavy smack. She whimpered against him, especially when he used the reach of his long arms to put a hand between her legs. His fingers pushed into her, his thumb teasing her rim.
"So you want to hear more about the day I have planned for you." He made an impressive effort to keep his voice even, though she detected the strained nuances that said he was as turned on as she was. "I have my own play room at Club Sin. That's Eden's BDSM club. It's outfitted with my equipment, adjus
ted the way I want it done. There's a new set of restraints that Vardalos had brought in special. A vampire can't break them. Once you're in them, you'll be entirely at my mercy. Yeah, you like that idea. You're wet as a fucking hot tub."
He took her hands from his thighs, pulled them behind her back. Crossing her wrists, pressing her knuckles in the shallow valley above her hips, he manacled her there with one large hand, squeezing her delicate bones as he renewed his rhythm of pushing her mouth down on his cock with his other hand on her head. His ass flexed against the seat as he shoved himself against her gag reflex. She controlled that enough to take all of him, suck and lick harder. He was getting closer, breath rasping, grip getting tighter, restricting her movements even more.
"I'm going to mark you, again and again," he said hoarsely. "Paddle your ass, flog all that beautiful, pale skin. I like giving pain to a submissive who craves it, Kaela, whose pussy gets all flushed and slick from it. You'll come over and over tonight until you're not thinking, not asking yourself any questions. Nothing exists except what I demand of you. I'm going to work you hard, until you want to call me Master so much you'll beg for the privilege."
She'd do anything he wanted. She just wanted to feel him let go, wanted to know he'd come in her mouth and she had that part of him inside her, however he wanted to do it. Fucking her mouth, her ass, her cunt. She was just a creature of unfulfilled wants that wanted all of them fulfilled now, and the way to it was in serving him. She'd beg him to let her serve, to just do this for ten days...
His fingers constricted, a little less controlled. He was thrusting into her mouth, his breath clogging in his throat. She pleaded with every lick, every nip, every long, sucking stroke. And then at last he rewarded her.
He bucked up, started to come. As the first salty spurt hit her tongue, she made an encouraging noise, doing her best to keep up as he kept coming, filling her mouth, her swallowing throat, spilling out over her lips though she used her tongue to gather it, slide it over him as she kept sucking, drawing out his climax to give him the ultimate amount of pleasure from it.
"There we go. That's my girl." His grip was easing, his fingers sliding along her hair rather than pulling it hard, and she went from sucking to greedy little licks, nips at his testicles, kisses on his inner thighs. "Sweet girl. Beautiful vampire...my sub."
