Free Vampire Mistress by Joey W. Hill Page A

or work his cock in that slippery valley between.
    He wondered what it would be like to have this cool Mistress on her knees before him and almost came then and there. Would have, if she hadn’t scored the other nipple with that sharp edge, as if she was anticipating the edge of control he was riding.
    “You won’t come until I tell you that you can. You won’t be weak. You’ll hold out for me, won’t you?”
    He gave a muffled curse, and her smile pressed against his shoulder. “That’s what I thought. You want to know what else I think? Sometime, not so long ago, there was a night where you finally got those terrible voices in your head to be quiet. On that one blissful night, it wasn’t about how you’d failed, or what you had to do. Things got so intense and simple at once, it was all about feeling, but not the bad kind of feeling. You moved past conscious thought to what your heart and soul wanted, needed, so desperately. They could breathe for a little while.”
    She lifted on her toes, her voice dropping to a whisper, as if she spoke to him through a closed door, telling him that she had the key to free him, that his shields were an illusion she could swing out of her way at any time. “A woman held the reins that night. Your heart and soul keep bringing you back to my door, because you know Atlantis has what you’re seeking.”
    Not Atlantis. Her. But she was still talking, her voice stripping him more effectively than the removal of his clothes. “Your problem is your mind came here looking for what you want, rather than what you need. Your soul is the battleground between those two forces.”
    A helpless, angry groan escaped him as her words, her caressing touch and Janet’s mouth distracted him enough that the well-oiled dildo slid past the opening of his ass, sinking inside a couple inches. A wealth of nerve endings awoke, obviously responding well to her pioneering efforts. He bucked against the stimulation, though, and the cock harness bit into his turgid flesh.
    “There you go. There’s my boy,” she crooned, and used his movements to slide in farther. Christ. It burned and yet it felt good, too good. His cock was pulsing in an alarming way.
    “A sweet, fine, virgin ass. Stop resisting, Gideon. Just be my slave. Let me use you until you’re mindless. This is actually very slim, a beginner’s size. Slim enough that you can’t keep it out, but a nice flared head to give you the proper friction and pressure.”
    “Stop it,” he mumbled around the gag, and saliva escaped onto his chin, embarrassing him. Janet’s mouth withdrew, and a handkerchief touched his mouth, as if the submissive were a nurse, ready to mop up the blood or wipe away the result of his Mistress’s surgical incisions into his soul.
    Now past the clenched muscles that could provide any resistance to her, she sank in to the hilt. He shuddered, his cock spasming. No, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t, let go. As if she knew how close he was, both women went still as he fought the release. It was a near thing, his heart thundering in his ears, his face tight with concentration, her breath on his neck, waiting.
    “You are powerless, and yet you are also invincible, Gideon. Nothing is so dichotomous as human beings. You’re a warrior, a killer . . . yet you’re helpless against this need in you. You need to serve a woman’s desires, her demands.”
    He shook his head, kept shaking it. In answer she moved again, a thrust and rock that took her right against his prostate, pushing with the right amount of pressure. And again, and again, until his cock was pulsing. He yanked against the restraints, yanked hard, and got nothing. Damn. It incensed him, but she increased her thrusts, starting to fuck him in earnest. He groaned as Janet’s mouth closed over his cock again, taking him to the root, tongue flicking in a way that took the rest of his brain cells. The women worked in tandem. As he jerked forward, he plunged into Janet’s