He moves one of the patches between my ass cheeks, covering my sensitive back hole. I clench down, my face burning as my orgasm rises. “No…”
“You like it?” he asks.
In vain, I press my lips together. Another round ending in an orgasm, and I’m moaning.
“Let’s try something different.” He picks up a violet wand tipped with a glass tube and takes his time shocking me. My breasts swell.
Is he torturing me? Or taking me to a new height of pleasure? I spiral higher and higher, but the higher I go, the further I’ll fall.
“Why are you here?” he murmurs, taking a break from zapping me. “Who put you up to it? Why do you want to kill me?”
“You killed my pack,” I burst out.
“Your pack,” he repeats, brow furrowed.
Is he for real? I strain in my bounds. I’ve never wanted to behead a vampire so badly. “You don’t remember? I know you’re a monster, but forgetting an entire massacre–”
“Be silent.” He paces at the foot of the table, pausing to drum his fingers between my bound feet. “You say I killed your entire pack? How did they die?”
“Slaughtered in their territory. In their clubhouse, in their homes.” My family, too, but I don’t mention them.
“I’ve never killed an entire pack. One werewolf, perhaps. Or several, in a fight, but only because they were in a vampire’s thrall and attacked first.”
I grit my teeth, yanking on the cuffs. Tears burn my eyes, but I refuse to let them fall, to show weakness in front of this monster. Somehow it’s worse that he won’t acknowledge what he’s done. “You killed them.”
“Who told this?”
I shake my head.
“Did they have proof?”
“Yes.”
“Proof that it was me, and not another? Another vampire?” He rounds the table, coming to stand by my head.
I glare at him. “It was you.” It had to be. What reason would Xavier have to lie?
“Think about it,” he advises softly. His fingers drift across my chest, stroking the valley between my breasts. I should rant and rail, throw off his touch, but my back arches, pushing my breasts up, begging for the pleasure he can give me. “I don’t kill innocents.”
“You’re lying.” I fight against the delicious sensation.
“I have no reason to,” he continues, perfectly reasonable. “Why would I take out an entire pack and cover it up?”
“I don’t know. You’re a sick fuck.”
He tuts. “So feisty for someone hooked up to a TENS unit. Tell you what, pet. Please me tonight, and I’ll give you Declan’s number, and a phone to call him. You can see what he’s dug up.”
I shake my head. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, but it won’t work.”
“I’m not playing a game. I’m playing with you.’
For the next few minutes, he toys with me, wringing climax after climax from my resistant body. He kneels beside the table, keeping his face close to me, as my naked body writhes above him.
It’s not until he gives me a break, shutting off the electric current and removing all electrodes before giving me a drink of water, that I tell him,
“Declan won’t find anything about my pack. They’re all dead. Someone killed them.”
HE OFFERS me another sip of water, holding the bottle for me and wiping spilled drops from my lips. “He and his friends are very good at digging up the truth. At least, they always poking their noses into messes. You can speak to them later.”
“If I survive tonight,” I pant.
“Yes.” His dark eyes glint, but he’s not trying to kill me. Not like Xavier said he would.
If I’d attacked Xavier like I attacked Lucius, I’d be dead.
“Had enough water?” Lucius asks. I nod, and turn my head to hide a smile. Even when ‘torturing’ me, he’s keeping my hydrated.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Nothing. You’re such a good dom.”
“Yes,” he leans close, “I never break my toys. Not when they’re so much fun. Now, tell me,” the mischievous light falls away and we’re back in scene. “How did you come to be in the auction?”
I close my eyes. I can’t betray my mentor.
“I’ll get it out of you,” Lucius vows. He doesn’t, but he does his best.
“Do you hate me?” I pant when he takes another break. This time he releases my arms and legs and gives them a good rub down before tying me back down.
“No, pet. I don’t hate you.”
“Then what? What will you do with me?”
He raises the violet wand, running a finger over the crackling bulb. With the lights down low and his face lit by the wand’s eerie glow, he looks like a mad scientist. “I told you from the first. I’m going to make you mine.”
Lucius
“NO, NO, NO,” she mewls. My pet is so strong, but after hours of endless orgasms, even the strongest sub will break.
“Take it, pet.” I twist the dildo in her and turn up the TENS unit it’s attached to, stimulating her deeply.
“No,” She drops her head, tears running down her face. “I can’t.”
“You’re not dead yet,” I repeat the Monty Python joke, and wring another climax from her unwilling body.
“Has anyone died from too many orgasms?” she mumbles. I brush back her hair and make her drink a glass of water before giving her a cruel smile.
“Let’s find out.”
The sky outside is lightning. Dawn’s an hour a way and I need to be safely locked in my crypt well before. I towel her off and release her from the table, coming to her side to help her wobble to the props I’ve set up in front of the open patio doors.
She leans into me, her face soft and shining. So submissive. Her obedience lurks under her hard exterior, waiting for a dom strong enough to unlock her true self. That dom is me.