Clara leaned in from the other side. “Remind me on your day off to go over the basics of bloodletting and how to find donors. I know the idea probably doesn’t appeal to you right now, but it can be a very good experience for you and the donors, and it’s a good way to get nourishment fast when you need it. We don’t take much, but it’s an important and eventually essential part of our culture.”
Shamira was only half-listening by that point. She was pretty sure that Mrs. Grunholdt just came on Shane’s lap. He withdrew his fangs and licked the traces of blood off of her neck.
“Well, I’m going to finish eating in my room,” he said, getting groans from his people. They’d heard that joke SO many times. Then Shane stood up and almost dragged Mrs. Grunholdt off into the darkness of the corridor.
Everyone went back to their regular dinner. Most were close to done, but Shamira had stopped eating to gawk at the dinner show. She needed to remember to thank Shane’s cooking staff, because everything they made was amazing. Slowly, the other members of the house trickled off to attend whatever business or pleasure they had planned for this evening. Finally, it was just Clara and Shamira.
“Damn,” Clara mumbled, unable to not notice that her remaining companion looked hungry for something other than the steak. A glance at the clock said that it was almost twelve-thirty. “I wanted to talk to Shane about hunting down these drug dealers.”
“Got ideas?” Clara asked.
“Yeah. The blood needs to be fresh, right? In order to make the alchemy work? I can’t believe I just said ‘alchemy’ in a real sentence. Anyway, faeries are really hard to keep captured from what I read and tend to live in tight-knit groups. Weres and vampires try to keep track of their numbers and members, but it’s harder, and you’ve got rogues to think about.”
“Whoever is making this stuff is probably mixing it near where the victims are taken, which will limit the scope of the search. We just need to find where the component members of all three races are disappearing from, and I think the best way to do that is through the faeries. They’re more likely to know when one of their own is missing, since they don’t really ever just get up and vanish normally.”
Clara smiled. She stood up and rubbed Shamira’s shoulders a couple of times. “You’re tenacious aren’t you? I think you’ve got a good idea going, and Shane will want to hear it as soon as he wakes up.” She was enjoying the view. Monique had gotten a first pass at one of Shamira’s uniforms done, and it showed off Shamira’s body well. It consisted of a pair of latex shorts that were barely bigger than the boy-short panties the girl had been wearing earlier, allowing part of that round ass to peek out of the bottom.
Around those enormous breasts was a single leather strap that fastened with a gold clasp right between the cleavage. The rest of her body was caught up in a leather fishnet-style body suit that stretched and shifted whenever Shamira flexed those potent muscles. Throw in those custom-made leather boots and black leather hat, and she was a bondage cowgirl fantasy.
“You think so?” Shamira said, gulping down the last of her wine.
“I know so. I’m tenacious too, by the way.” Clara’s hand snapped the end of a heavy dog-leash onto the back of Shamira’s collar. She had kept it hidden next to her chair throughout dinner in anticipation of this moment. “Dinner is over,” she hissed into Shamira’s ear, then bit lightly on that tidbit of flesh. “Time for the entertainment, don’t you think?”
Shamira trembled, but just a little bit. It was time for something new. “Yes, Mistress Clara.”
“Follow behind me, and don’t make me tug on this leash.” Clara reached between Shamira’s legs and squeezed her mound hard. “Do I need to explain why?”
“No, Mistress Clara,” Shamira said, falling in line as Clara began moving quickly towards the elevator that took them to the basement. ‘Basement,’ she thought idly. ‘Why do we need a basement the size of a huge house when we already have a huge, three-story house on top of it.’ She should have been paying more attention as Clara stopped suddenly and Shamira bumped into her.
“Clumsy little bitch,” Clara admonished. “Here’s a line you’ve heard before . . . assume the position.” She watched as a confused former cop turned and put her hands up on the wall. “Spread ’em.” Shamira complied. Clara took the leash and unsnapped it from that iron collar, folded the leash in half and lay a quick *smack* across those nicely displayed buttocks. “Now be more careful,” Clara warned, re-affixing the leash to the collar.
Shamira only screwed up one more time, attempting to play it conservatively and falling a little too far behind. Her sluggishness was “punished” with another lash to the posterior. She was surprised out how easily and quickly she had become aroused by it. She was led into a room with a single overhead light. Amazing how much like police interrogators that doms turned out to be. The room was cool enough that nipples were at attention, and the floor was made of soft rubber with holes in it.
“Stay,” Clara said, looking over her new pet. She went over and got a folding chair and placed in in front of Shamira. “Strip,” she purred, “and do it slowly. Then . . . I know! You used to compete in body-building, so pose for me. Show me every muscle in your body.”
Shamira slowly undressed, and it took some effort. The mesh leather body stocking wasn’t meant to be put on and taken off solo, but Clara wasn’t offering assistance. She was finally able to get it, peeling it all the way down to her knees. That was when she realized that she needed to take her boots off first, and there was no particularly graceful way to do it. She sat back on her haunches and raised up her legs in front of her. Pilates paying off again. She managed to get the boots off and the rest of the stocking, all the while providing Clara a good view of her latex-clad crotch. Clara didn’t seem to mind.
Shamira unfastened the band around her breasts, letting them sway in the cool basement air. Then she rolled onto her back and pressed the back of her head to the ground, using her neck and feet to lift her body into an arch. She hooked her underwear with her thumbs, pushing it downward. Again, she lowered her butt, raised her shoulders and legs up, and then was able to remove the last remaining piece of clothing completely.
‘Hmm,’ Clara thought. ‘Flexible too. And damn she’s beautiful!’ Clara’s opinion didn’t sway as Shamira stood up and gave her a front double bicep pose. Abdominal muscles strained, biceps stood up, and those shoulders looked like they could take Atlas’s burden away. Pose after pose showcased that body, and each position made Clara more amorous. And that clit! She’d heard that bodybuilders often had larger than average pleasure nubs, but it was beautiful. She shed her own minuscule bits of clothing and prepared to train her lover.
“Hands and knees,” she ordered. “Face forward. It’s time for you to learn how to pleasure a woman. I’m going to throw you in the deep end and make you swim.” She grabbed Shamira’s long braid, using it to force the woman’s face between Clara’s ready thighs. “Lick it,” she growled. “C’mon little slut puppy, do it like it comes naturally.”
This was the closest that Shamira had ever gotten to another woman’s nether region, and she was a bit intimidated. She had one of these, but she’d never been with a guy who’d gone down on hers. So she just started to lick. It was strangely more comfortable for her than she would have imagined, though her technique was obviously lacking. Just licking down the front soon bored Clara, who extended her arms and laid the folded leather of the leash across Shamira’s backside again.
“Technique!” the dominant female said. She yanked on Shamira’s hair and pulled her away. “Clit, labia both outer and inner . . . use them!” Then she shoved the girl’s face back in.
Shamira did better the next time, licking a few times down the middle, then sucking the whole clit into her mouth and drawing her lips inward. But again, she went to the well a few too many times with that and received another lash.
“You’re not even trying,” Clara chastised her. “Just do what you like.”
“Mistress,” Shamira started, “I . . . I wouldn’t know what that is.”
Clara’s eyes actually popped open. “You never . . . never ever –”
Shamira let her head drop in shame.
Her Mistress took pity on her. “There’s no way you can be held accountable for the oversights of the rest of the world. But you WILL learn this skill. Now try again.” Secretly, Clara was outraged. When playing dominant, she never went down on her sub, but she wanted to. With Shamira, she wanted to badly. She had a plan to take care of that, but it would have to wait one more day to implement. For now, she would enjoy Shamira’s body as it was.
Turned out that Shamira was a fast learner in all things. She tried combinations of things, including sucking on and playing with the inner labia, wrapping her mouth around Clara’s entire sex, soft and hard tongue lashes against the clitoris, and even just nuzzling things with her nose. Of course Clara found reasons to continue administering punishment from time to time, but it was becoming increasingly more difficult. At long last, Clara began to orgasm, rubbing her moist and happy sex against Shamira’s face while her body shook gently.
“About time,” she muttered, not at all unhappy but not willing to admit it. “Stay,” she commanded again. She got out of her chair and went over to the shadows, grabbing one of her favorite toys.
Shamira watched as Clara brought some kind of cage over to the center of the room. There was a rubber floor on it to prevent knees and hands from getting torn up, and a hole in one end that was framed with two semi-circular pieces of iron that seemed to be mounted on tracks. Clara opened up one end of the cage.
“Inside!” The command was followed with another lash on the ass. “All the way.”