A long, lithe body was tied face down on a heavy wooden St. Andrew’s Cross, her face covered in a spandex max that left her eyes and mouth exposed. Shamira would always be able to recognize the Representative’s soft-looking, luscious lips anywhere. And the Representative . . . Alessandra . . . was looking right at her. And she looked so content that it made Shamira’s heart lighter. Not many people even knew the names of anyone on the Tribunal, and certainly no one would normally be allowed to see one in such a “compromised” state.
Besides the mask, Alessandra was naked. Her wrists and ankles were secured to the ends of the cross, which had been lowered from the ceiling. ‘I don’t remember seeing that before,’ Shamira thought. ‘I wonder if he brought it in specifically for her?’ But the thing that really got her attention was the needles. They looked like acupuncture needles and they literally covered Alessandra’s back, creating a silvery wave whenever she flexed her muscles.
Shane lightly ran his fingers over the edge of the needles. “Used properly, these needles can relieve pain,” he said softly, then pushed slightly, making his captive whimper. “They can also cause just enough –”
Shamira felt an unpleasant twinge at that sound, but then her mind accepted that it was a pleasurable sound as opposed to the ones that she had made the last time she had been chained up. She willed herself to stay calm as Shane continued to press in key spots along the sea of needles, then lay a heavy hand on the Representative’s exposed ass. Shane continued his stroll around the woman, giving Shamira a good look at her boss. His smooth, leanly muscled chest was bare, meaning the only thing that he was wearing was a form-fitting pair of leather pants, complete with an easy to open fly. She had forgotten just how damn handsome he could be.
“How was your first day back at work?” her lord asked casually, directing the question to Shamira but giving another hard spank to Alessandra.
Shamira’s mouth started to move, but it took a second for the sound to come on. Kind of like a badly dubbed movie. “It went well, I suppose. We have some prisoners, but I don’t think you’re going to get much out of them. Bottom rung thugs.”
Shane was standing behind Alessandra’s prone body, unzipping his fly. Shamira could smell the residue of his expenditures as well as the Representative’s, and she wondered how long they had been at this. However many times he might have taken her, Shane was hard again, and he pushed himself inside her as he toyed with the needles. He shot her a look that was very brief and very telling . . . play along.
Shamira knew then that he was not trying to make her uncomfortable, which she interpreted as meaning that this was about Alessandra. Then she got it. She was almost embarrassed for not thinking of it instantly, but maybe Alessandra was a bit of an exhibitionist. ‘After all,’ she thought, ‘didn’t you get off on being video-taped, or when Henry watched you getting gang-banged.’ Alessandra got to partake of this pleasure so rarely . . . ‘I can play along.’ She moved her wheelchair so that she was facing the most powerful vampire she had ever met, then talked to Shane over her.
“And your colleagues?” Shane said, his mouth quirked in a slight smile as he fucked his sire, alternating between toying with the needles in her back and slapping her ass or upper thighs.
“They were happy to see me I guess.”
“I have a feeling that they were slightly more than happy. And you? Are you okay with going back to work?”
Alessandra groaned as one of Shane’s thumbs penetrated her ass, and the noise earned her a hard smack.
“Be quiet,” he growled. “Can’t you see that I’m conducting business?” Another hard slap, then he returned his attention to Shamira. “Please continue.”
“It felt good. It sucked . . . sorry, it stunk having to rely on someone else so much to do stuff like pumping gas, but Bunny is a really good traveling companion.”
“Since the excursion down to Macon, she has been very hard on herself,” Shane said as he plunged his captive’s sex.
‘Excursion?’ Shamira thought. ‘Is that what we’re calling it?’ It was the trip where her relationship with Shane had soured to the point of almost ending. “She shouldn’t have been. She did everything right, considering. It’s hard to be ready for your first real firefight based on training and theory. I keep forgetting that she may know a lot more about being a vampire than me, but she’s still a teenager in regards to overall experience.”
“Then this assignment will be good for her,” Shane replied, playing the pins on Alessandra’s back like piano keys , and proving himself quite the Mozart. His vampire captive was an instrument, and he was making her croon a song of pleasurable moans. “When are you heading out again?”
“Tomorrow,” she replied, her eyes drawn to the pure ecstasy being displaying on Alessandra’s face. Shane was taking his time with her, but she was enjoying every moment of it. Shane might very well be the one person on the planet that she could let herself be who she wanted to be, and Shamira realized how lonely that must be. In some ways, the Representative was as much a prisoner of her life as Shamira was of her chair.
“There’s a couple of his more recent new vamps that might prove more useful to us. Bunny’s going to wake up early and do some hand-to-hand training with Renata, then we’ll be off.” She bit her lip, her eyes still on Alessandra. Seeing what was being done to her made Shamira want to spend some quality time with Clara.
“Excellent. I was thinking –”
“Sir, may I please orgasm?” Alessandra whispered desperately.
Shane looked annoyed. “What is this ‘orgasm’?” he asked. “That’s far too civilized of a word for a piece of meat like you,” he growled, fucking her harder. She was so close, and he was going to push her self-control as much as he could. “It must be all that old European influence. Shamira, you remember what it is like to be in her place don’t you?”
Shamira’s skin was feeling very warm. “Yes sir.”
“Tell her how she should ask the question.”
Shamira looked into the Representative’s eyes again. “I . . . You should say, ‘Can I cum, Master?'”
The elder vampire’s mouth formed a contented grin which only Shamira could see. “Can I cum, Master?” Her mouth started to form an “O” shape, indicated that she was probably going to climax whether she got permission or not.
Shane waited until the last possible second before granting permission, but he had a condition. “Shamira, I believe she likes having things driven into her body. Would you mind biting her neck? Or let me put it another way. Bite . . . now.”
Shamira almost had a panic attack. Bite another vampire without THAT vampire’s permission?
“Please?” Alessandra pleaded. “For me?” She moaned loudly again when Shane spanked her hard. “Hurry.”
Shamira licked her lips. When Alessandra had been born, the First Crusade was well underway. How much power could that blood hold? The Representative was “helpless” to stop her, and Shamira almost smiled at the mental quotation marks. She had little doubt that the aged vampire could probably shed these constraints as easily as ripping through moist tissue paper, but she wanted this. So Shamira rolled a little closer, placed her lips against that amazing neck, letting her fangs siphon that sweet nectar.
Blood was apparently a lot like Scotch in that it got better with age and hit one like a ton of bricks if one was not expecting it. Shamira could almost feel all the little pins in her back, a stark contrast to the silver disk that had been embedded there. She could feel the blood pulse with each thrust of Shane’s cock into that lovely body, and the blood hummed merrily as Alessandra came in a long, slow, almost elegant release, and Alessandra took Shamira along for the ride.
“You can let go now,” Shane said, amusement coating his voice. Shamira had not realized that she was still attached to the Representative in a vampire’s kiss.
“Sorry,” Shamira murmured after withdrawing her fangs. “That was . . . sweet,” she almost hissed.
“A gift from me to you,” Alessandra whispered.
“Quiet,” Shane said, spanking her again as he resumed thrusting. “Shamira, I must ask you to leave. It appears this one has forgotten her manners and –” He flicked the needles in her back again, “– needs to be reminded.”
Shamira glanced over her shoulder as the two older vampires continued a game that they had started four and a half centuries earlier. And despite his harsh, domineering tone, she could see true affection and devotion on Shane’s face.
Shamira shadow jumped back up to her bathroom, thankful that Clara had not turned the light back on yet, but she did hear some commotion back in the bedroom itself. She wheeled out and found Clara ready for bed, dressed in . . . well, nothing. Unless a dream-catcher necklace counted as clothing.
“I wondered why the wheelchair was in a dark room but you weren’t,” Clara said, pulling the covers aside. Then she stopped and looked more closely at Shamira. “You have blood on your lips, and it smells . . . new.” For a moment, Clara actually looked hurt. “You’ve been biting another vampire?”
“It’s not what you think! I just . . . Shane wanted to see me and –” Shamira stopped when Clara’s pout broke off into a smile. “Bitch!”
“Why yes. But seriously, who’d you munch?”
Shamira’s mouth produced no noise, so she snapped it shut. ‘Am I supposed to say anything?’
“What?” Clara looked intrigued. “You were defensive and now you’re not saying anything. This has GOT to be juicy,” she continued, sounding like the teenage girl she appeared to be. “Spill!”
“I . . . uhm, you can’t tell anyone. I don’t know if this is normal or not bu –”
“Spill!”
“I bit the Representative.” Shamira paused guiltily. “She and Shane were . . . well, they asked me to.”
Clara actually looked flabbergasted. “Wait, you went down to see Shane? He’s been ‘wrapped up’ with the Representative all day. And yes, I know what their code is for getting nasty.”
“They were playing and he told me to bite her. She said she wanted it.”
“Lucky bitch.”
“So that’s weird, right?”
“I’ve never met anyone besides Shane who’s bitten her, and he won’t ever outright admit it. You’re right not to just go blurting that out. See? You’re learning.”
“You don’t have to sound so surprised.”
“So what’s it like?” Clara asked, leaning forward, her arms folded under her delicate cleavage.
Shamira traced her tongue around her lips, then leaned forward in her chair and kissed her girlfriend.
“Woah,” Clara said after she got just a taste of what Shamira had enjoyed. “Are you trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me? Maybe your sister should have warned me about you?”
“Huh?”
“Oh yeah. Forgot to tell you. Samantha came by the house again today.”
Shamira looked stunned. “Why? I called her and told her –”
Clara looked sheepish as she interrupted, “She didn’t come to see you. She came to see me.”
Shamira blinked several times. “My sister . . . came to see my girlfriend. Uhm, why?”