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He felt a spurt of resentment at that, but he knew how to counter it. "Show me attitude and you'll sleep alone."
He rummaged through the plentiful supplies in the drawer and chose a fleece-lined cuff, another length of chain. He attached the cuff to her ankle and tethered it to the bedrail, slid himself up behind her.
"What are you doing?"
"Sleeping here, as I said." He cupped her breast, squeezed. "Making sure you stay where I put you so if I wake up in the middle of the day with a hard dick, my sub can take care of that. But go to sleep for now. I'll wake you if I need anything."
"We don't wake up at the height of sunlight," she said testily. "Not without great persuasion."
"I'll have to be persuasive. Or let you wonder what wicked things I did to you while you were out."
She let out a sigh petulant enough to make him smile. Usually he'd punish that kind of behavior, but he could feel enough things roiling inside her to know it ran deeper than bratting.
The way her eyes had glazed when he chained her had been distracting, to say the least, so he compromised. He slid his fingers between her legs, made sure she was ready for him. She was. He fitted his cock to her cunt, pressed inward until he was seated. He grunted a reproof as she squeezed down, rubbed her gorgeous ass against him.
"Cut it out," he admonished with a slap of her thigh. "We're going to lie here for a bit, just like this. I decide when it's time for us to fuck. Understand?"
She let out an erratic breath as he pinched a nipple, found it pebble hard. Shit, this was going to be as much of a punishment for him as it was a lesson for her. But he wouldn't be led around by his dick.
"Tonight we're going to go the 24/7 area. I want to show you off as mine, around other subs and Doms. Would you like that?"
"Yes. I think so." She hoped so. It was something she'd imagined, but he also caught a niggling reluctance her mind couldn't define. He felt some of the same himself, wanting to keep her all to himself. But he'd give her the full Eden experience. A throaty sound broke from her as he increased the pressure on the nipple.
"You'll see all sorts of things there, everything from public sex to Doms playing chess with the board balanced on the bare back of a sub."
"Have you seen that?"
"Yeah. They hooked him up to a fucking machine, spread his arms out wide enough they could put a sub beneath him to suck his dick while they played. It was to see how long he could manage before toppling the board. After which they both fucked and caned him as punishment."
Feeling her shiver, he dropped a kiss on her throat. "You like that, do you? Imagining yourself in his place?"
"That's what I do with Fran. When she tells me stories about her experiences as a servant, I imagine myself as her. But she doesn't have access to my mind, not the way you do. It's the first time I've been able to let myself show...why I like the stories. Will you tell me more..."
She paused. "May I call you Master?"
"Yeah. From here forward, whenever you want. And whenever I demand it." At the wave of pleasure from her mind, he increased his hold on her. "Though I'll live to regret it, I'm sure. Whenever you call me Master, I'm tempted to give you any damn thing you want. For a price."
She let out a half chuckle, groaned as he moved inside her. "I want to do everything to you I've ever done or thought about doing to a sub, you know that?" He felt her shiver again.
"I'd stay so distracted I couldn't think."
"That would be the point. I'd do a hundred things every day, big and small, physical and mental, to remind you that, no matter what you're facing, you belong to me. You have a Master who cares for you, who knows you, who needs you."
She stilled at that, swallowed under his hand when it closed over her throat, caught the chain. "Do you like wearing this?"
"Yes. So much."
"We'll figure out something like it you can wear all the time."
"Tell me other stories of what you've seen. Please?" He was scaring her, he knew. Taking her down that path she couldn't go, intruding on her fantasy of what was possible.
"We have a water tank with a platform over it. A frame is welded to the platform so you can suspend or restrain your sub multiple ways. You lower the platform into the water until it laps at her chin. Just like water guns at a carnival shooting gallery, the tank has jet hoses you can aim at the sensitive points, to stimulate or make her come that way. They work with the tank dry or filled, so if a Master wants to do it with the tank empty, make the roar of the hoses against the glass part of the experience, he can. That assault on the senses can make the sub feel even more out of control."
He saw her absorb that image, felt her muscles clench him even tighter. He took a steadying breath. He reminded himself he was trying to teach her about deprivation, the pleasures of waiting on his command, yet all he wanted to do was fuck her like he was a damn rabbit. He cleared his throat. "You can also fit her with an oxygen mask and take her beneath the water, deprive her of her hearing and sight. For extreme edge play, you take her under water without the mask, so she has to trust you to reverse the platform, bring her back up in time to breathe. Not all subs can handle that," he added.
Vardalos didn't trust guest Dominants with it either, mandating that a Club Sin staff member handle the water controls at all time. Even if the visiting Dom was calling the shots, the staff member had override power. Garron had done water platform duty plenty of nights. Protecting the guests from themselves as well as from each other was as m
uch the job as anything else.
"There's other edge play stuff as well," he concluded. "Plenty of methods to see how much of your sub's trust you've earned.
She was feeding on his description, still milking his cock with those little involuntary contractions. He was just as bad, realizing he was pushing against her in a slow, short rhythm, keeping his cock moving forward and back in small increments inside her. She made a soft sound as he toyed with her nipple, keeping his grip over the choker on her throat to add to her passion.
As hot as they made each other, trust was the crux of it all, wasn't it? She might be an amazing supernatural creature, but trust worked the same across species. He knew what level of it he wanted from her, but he had no way of earning it unless she let him leave the island with her. A chicken and egg dilemma.
"Will you tell me more?"
"No. I want your fantasies. Tell me every wicked thing you've imagined or feared a Master doing to you. I want to know what limits I can push, break and destroy."
She quivered, but he saw it unfold in her mind and gave her throat a little squeeze. "Say it aloud, my lady."
"It's one that can never happen, but I imagine...you commanding me to my knees in front of the entire Vampire Council. Just to touch my face, but it says...I belong to you, not the other way around. When it happens, everything in me...sighs with relief." She paused. "There were lots of times over the past century I thought it would be better to come out with it like that, and die honest. True to myself. Since I became overlord, I buried that feeling. At least until I decided to come here."
The resigned way she said it gave him a spurt of fear, and he slid both arms around her, thrusting even deeper, earning a surprised gasp from her.
"If I thought for an instant you would ever try to hurt yourself, Kaela, I'd never allow you to leave."
"How would you stop me?" she said dully. "When it comes down to it, Garron, all of this is because I allow it, isn't it?"
He thought carefully about that. He'd told her to stay out of his head, but when he did allow it--or she forgot, as he expected she'd do for a while out of long habit or to protect herself--she could see how he picked up and discarded thoughts like clothes until he found the one to wear. In the meantime, she'd know everything in his wardrobe about the topic. But maybe that was okay. If she was following his mind, just like he was following hers, it was like learning a new language, where you had to weed through the different statements, questions and random interjections to find out what was truly being communicated. To learn the nuances, what was true and what was chaff.
