Free Vampire Mistress by Joey W. Hill Page B

mouth. When he jerked back, he impaled himself.
    She’d said not to come, but he couldn’t stop it. He was going to fail her. Fail himself. But then she gave him Heaven from inside Hell’s grip.
    “Come for me now, Gideon. I command it.”
    He roared against the gag as his seed came boiling forth. Despite that, he fought his own body and the stimulation like a battle in truth. No matter what she said, this wasn’t what he wanted, needed. But she didn’t care. She worked him deeper, harder, drawing the climax out longer than he expected, so that his roar became a bellow, a snarl of frustration. Particularly when Janet pulled off him, leaving him hot and hard, hanging in the wind, jetting out onto the tile floor.
    Even without that wet heat closed around him, it was one of the most intense orgasms he’d ever experienced, the combination of stimulation and deprivation together, his hot, relentless pump into the air, the contraction of his balls as his cock flooded with one last, hard expulsion of semen. He rocked against the chains, swayed, the world spinning. Without the chains’ support, his knees would have buckled.
    As it was, when he was done, he was breathing hard, a winded animal. She was still moving in and out of his tender ass, making it clear this was about what she wanted, not him. He was a slave, just as she’d said. No responsibility but doing what she said.
    “Beautiful,” his Mistress purred softly, her voice entirely too calm. “You think I’m cruel, but trust me, I can be much worse. One of my favorite things is watching a powerful, naked man on his hands and knees, scrubbing his come off my floors. I typically make him do it on his elbows, so his ass is high in the air, knees held open with a bar spreader. It makes him shuffle along beautifully. All those lovely muscles bunched up, eyes flashing fire at being so degraded, while his cock and balls swing free between his legs.
    “You’d put your back into it, though. Just like you did cleaning up my Queen’s Chamber. Or maybe,” she mused, “I’d make you use your mouth, tell you to imagine it’s my cunt you’re cleaning. You’d be angry at first, but then, as your tongue slid across the slick tile, tasted the musk of spent sex, you’d start imagining it, seeing it, smelling it. That’s the key, Gideon.” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she withdrew, then thrust back in, deep, inexorable, strangling another guttural noise out of him. “We can always be made helpless, but in our helplessness we find that enduring core of strength, the part of ourselves that reminds us to live, to lust and hunger. To never despair.”
    She had seen that suicidal moment, when her nail had been at his throat earlier. The hard edge entering her voice said she wouldn’t be forgetting it anytime soon. That she would punish him for throwing away what belonged to her. Bloody hell, where were these crazy thoughts coming from?
    She curled her fingers in his hair, drew his head back, and bit his neck below the collar, suckling it. A sound of pleasurable arousal hummed in her throat, making him pathetically glad to be given that small gift, to know that she wasn’t as detached as she seemed. Her nails moved over his chest. He anticipated it now, maybe even welcomed it, God help him. He opened himself up for it as she began leaving small cuts on him, drawing his nerve endings up, keeping his lethargic body in twitching response. Then . . . holy Christ, a mouth was back, working his cock again. A different mouth.
    “This is Charlene, the tall, thin girl. I’m going to let each one of them suck you to climax, Gideon, no matter how long it takes. Because they need the practice, and I have you for the night. Would you like it if I had some of my boys come and suck you off as well? They’ve much stronger mouths. Many of our male clients like them.”
    “Not . . . your . . . client,” he managed against the gag. She’d said so, hadn’t she? That was the way he