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“Enter.” She spoke coldly.
The door opened to reveal her grinning Captain spinning his axe.
Twelve
“What is he doing here?” I asked, my hands itching for the weapons I no longer had.
He ignored me, his grin vanishing as he took in the Mistress’s frozen statue. He strode quickly to her side. Whatever he saw on her face had him taking her hand in his and placing a kiss on her hand before kneeling in front of her.
Her shoulders relaxed as she took in his submissive position.
“Are you certain?” She spoke softly, but loud enough for me to hear.
“I have nothing to be ashamed of Mistress,” He spoke, his head still bowed.
A bit of life leaked back into her at that. She placed her hand on his cheek before leaning forward to whisper something that had him turning red.
“Nettle, I need to feed and wish to do so in the comfort of my own bed. You have a choice, either give me your blood and leave to sleep on the chaise, or stay here for the full feeding, there is room enough for the three of us on the bed and the Captain doesn’t mind an audience.” I glanced between the two of them, the blush spreading with each flick of my eyes. She needed sex and blood; He’d provide one and I’d give the other. The question was, could I handle watching the act?
“The chaise is fine for tonight I think,” I said standing with my arm outstretched for her to take. She didn’t look away from the captain as she sank her teeth into my wrist. I bit my cheek to swallow the inappropriate noise that came unbidden from my chest. With each pull I felt the remaining discomfort from the day vanish, replaced by breathless need.
I hardly noticed when she released my wrist or attached the leash of shadows, rather I followed their pull, only coming out of the daze when the leash began wrapping around a previously unnoticed metal loop in the floor. I knelt to examine it closer, hopeful it led to some sort of escape hatch. Only to discover three more, all anchored firmly in the ground without sight of seam or hinge.
My confusion was interrupted by a long moan. I froze, realizing my inability to see them would not spare me the sounds of their coupling… or mating as Mara called it. I looked about for a blanket or pillow or anything I could use to muffle the sounds only to realize the large, gilded mirror in the corner gave me an uninterrupted view of the bed.
The Mistress was nowhere to be seen, but the Captain was kneeling in front of the footboard, his hands resting on the bed above while it looked like he ate the open air.
“That’s it baby, just like that.” The mistress’s voice accompanied the Captain’s hair wrapping itself around air and jerking backwards. The Captain moaned again louder before repositioning his head back to where it was, slurping loudly which elicited a moan from the impossibly invisible Mistress. The expected confusion over that revelation was drowned however, by another series of moans and wet lapping. I sat down on the chaise, eyes glued to the mirror as my nipples pebbled against the thin silk. It was something about the sounds, knowing I could see them but they couldn’t see me. I knew they didn’t mind an audience, they’d already said as much, but from here I didn’t have to worry about my own reactions. As the Captains hand traveled upward to trace her invisible curves, I felt my own hand traveling up to my own chest to mirror his actions, pretending for a moment that my skin was hers, and his hand was mine. It sent a delicious thrill through me, one that had me deciding to seize the day, after all who knew if I’d survive this. Maybe after I found some release, my mind would stay clearer around her.
Whether it was the lingering venom or the continued moans coming from the two of them, the sensation of my own hand tracing the uninjured skin of my chest through the silk felt like pure bliss. Turning off any part of me that might question this later I linked my movements with his. Synchronizing my own pleasure to the gasps and moans that filled my mind enhanced every touch. As his hands dipped down to join his mouth, I could have burst from the slightest brush of my own hands. I was so close, how had neither of them come yet?
A slap rang out, and I saw a long red welt join the scars on the Captains back. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself, baby.” The Captain groaned, placing his hands back on either side of where she must have been sitting.
“Forgive me Mistress.” He spoke, his words strained.
“You will earn your forgiveness.”
“Anything you want Mistress.”
“That’s right pet, anything I want. You are mine. Mine to pleasure, mine to use.” The words that had disgusted me earlier now sent a thrill through me, I glanced at The Captain’s back wondering if he felt the same.
“Please, use me, Mistress.” He begged, his voice trembling with unmasked desire at the idea.
“I do love it when you beg. Very well, show me what a good toy you can be, if you do exactly as I say I’ll consider letting you find your own release. Disobey me again and you’ll be without release for a week.”
“Yes Mistress.” He spoke fervently as he took in what I could not see, what I was dying to see. I began circling my throbbing clit as I tried my best to imagine her naked form, her thick thighs and wide hips, imagine what it would be like to worship her as the Captain had, or better. The memory of her moans had me circling faster.
“Get on the bed. No touching.” I removed my hand immediately before I remembered she wasn’t talking to me. The Captain climbed up on all fours before facing the mirror. His eyes were glazed, and didn’t seem to notice my attention as shadows gathered in front of him. They seemed to form some sort of harness, but rather than being placed onto him, they stayed hovering at the height of those same hips I’d just been picturing.
“I’m going to take my pleasure from your sweet tight hole, but because of your disobedience you may not feel nor see me, only my shadows. You are not to come unless I say, or I will punish you. Is that understood, pet?” I felt my own muscles tighten at her words, jealousy flooding that it wasn’t my hole she was about to fill. That I wasn’t the one she was calling pet, wait… hadn’t she earlier? The Harness moved throughout the speech until it was behind him.
“Mmmmm.” He said, staring into the mirror with a look that said he was halfway gone from pleasure. A slap had him rocking forward and his eyes rolling backwards.
“Yes Mistress, I understand.”
Another slap, “What do you understand, baby?”
“You’re going to find your pleasure with the shadows by filling me up.”
