She doesn’t fight me as I set her on leather unit and secure her wrists and ankles. “These bonds will automatically unlock at a certain time.”
“What is this?” She blinks at the a smooth half circle between her legs.
“A Sybian.”
Her eyes widen as she recognizes the brand name. She’s basically sitting on a giant vibrator, and she knows it.
“Now,” I squat in front of her. “I’ll play a little game with you. You’re going to sit here and–” I stop as she tosses her head back and forth.
“I can’t–”
“Hmm,” I pretend to think. “Then, how about this. Tell me who you’re working for. Tell me and I’ll go after them. You can lie down, take a little nap…”
“You’re torturing me with orgasms?”
I smirk. “Didn’t expect that, did you?”
“Yes, well. Nobody expects orgasm torture.”
I duck my head to hide my smile, and take the moment to check her bonds, making her wiggle her fingers and toes, testing her circulation.
“Lucius,” she whines as I rise. “I can’t do this.”
“I know, pet, I know. It’s so hard.” I mock her. I’m going easy on her and she knows it. Everything between us is a game. “But it’s what you signed up for, isn’t it? Night after night, at my mercy.”
“I feel like Sheherazade,” she mumbles. “Instead of a story, I have to come for you.”
“Does that make me a mad sultan?” I stroke my chin and laugh at the look she gives me. Selene makes me laugh more in a day than I have in a century.
“You’re mean.”
“How should I behave, when I find you were plotting to murder me? Did you think you could waltz in and find my hidden lair? Did you think it would be so easy?”
She bites her lip and I continue, “Don’t feel bad. I knew you were plotting against me.”
“You did?”
“Of course. It was all so obvious–your resemblance to Georgianna, the auction. What else could you be but a plant?”
“If you knew then why…?”
“Why what, pet?”
“Why did you go through all this trouble?” She jerks her hands in her bonds. “To bring me here. To train me. To make me fall–”
“Make you what?”
“Make me come. Do all these intense things but make me enjoy it. Make me feel good.”
“Have I done that? I suppose I couldn’t resist mastering you in this way. You fight so deliciously, and in the end–”
“I lose?”
“Oh no, pet. You win. We both do.” I raise the Sybian remote and flick the on switch. The unit comes alive with a subtle buzz.
“No, Lucius,” Selene writhes on the leather seat, panting. “I can’t.”
“Tell me who you’re working for. Who sponsored you in the auction and planned all this.”
She shakes her head and I increase the force of the vibrations. Her head jerks back and she cries out, her chest flushing with climax after climax. I leave her for a few minutes and return with two more toys.
“Oh thank you,” she sobs when I release her, letting her off long enough to drink some water and have some food. She struggles when I lead her back to the unit, whimpering when she sees the two dildos I’ve affixed to the top. Double penetration will provide far more than double the torture.
“Now, now, pet. This isn’t supposed to be fun.”
“You’re evil,” she gasps, sinking down. Her face goes tense as the dildos disappear in her pussy and ass.
“You’re good,” I murmur. “So very, very good. Now,”–I crouch in front of her–“We’re going to play a little game. I’m going to retire for the day and leave you like this–” She whimpers and I raise my voice. “Because I want you to experience something I can’t.”
“What’s that?” Her voice is sharp, frightened. She thinks I’m going to leave her on the Sybian all night.
I won’t. I’m not that cruel. I have a timer set so the machine will turn off and the bonds will release in an hour.
“I want you to watch the sunrise.”
She goes still, eyes wide.
“That’s what I’d do, if I was alive. I’d never miss another dawn.”
She’s tense, trembling, her body wracked with anticipation of the coming climaxes. I comb her hair back with my fingers and knead her tight neck. Her pulse thuds under my palm.
“Enjoy it, pet. Your life is short, but at least you have the light.” And I leave her to witness what I no longer can.
Selene
I TUG and tug but it’s no use. The bonds hold fast. I could gnaw off my own arm, of course. If I was in a more gruesome situation, I would. But something tells me Lucius isn’t lying when he says he won’t kill me… yet. This is a game to him. He takes too much enjoyment out of causing me pain. Why would he leave me strapped to a Sybian after forcing me to orgasm over and over again?
It’s been about a half an hour since he left. My internal muscles ache from clenching. My clit is raw from me rocking my hips down on the goddamn dildo. Between my legs, the machine hums along. It’s on a setting where the vibrations increase and decrease in waves. I get a few seconds of relief before my orgasm builds again towards another painful peak.
Watch the sunrise. Of all the ridiculous things. Lucius is crazy. Old age drives these vampires to madness.
I lean forward, wishing I could lift off the dildos. Having them vibrate inside me only reminds me that Lucius hasn’t fucked me. Not yet. What the hell is he waiting for?
Past the patio, the desert sprawls in a mess of moonlit creosote and cacti.
A jackrabbit hops across the patio and hesitates, ears outstretched and quivering.