Oh...too much. Too much... "Stop...no...don't stop...oh God."
At a certain point, it was no longer a flood through her mind but was starting to reach her lips. She'd had to keep all those words locked in her mind during her masturbation fantasies, afraid her servant would overhear and guess what she truly was, what she truly needed.
You don't need to do that here, my lady. I want to hear you. I know what you are and what you need.
Amid the cries of pleasure, he heard the broken words behind them, spinning around in her mind like constellations around the sun.
Want to give him everything...feeling...never thought...have again...
The flash of her heart, wide open, so vulnerable, almost stopped his own heart. The climax blew through her like a tornado, leaving sensual devastation in its wake. She collapsed to the floor. Or she would have, except he held her, eased her down, put himself around her. She was in a fetal curl on her side, as small as she could make herself inside the span of his body arched over her. He pressed his lips to her temple, her mouth and cheek bone, her throat, then buried his face there as he coiled his arms around her head, held her tight, rocked her.
It's okay, my lady. I'm here. I'm here.
The way she kept catapulting into subspace so hard and deep, as if he were her oasis after decades in a desert, was the most amazing gift a sub had ever given him. He'd always known a sub's trust to do that was a gift, but this was beyond that. It felt the way a miracle should.
She'd zoned down deep, so deep he kept rocking her for quite a while, until hard trembling turned to little jerks, twitches, the occasional vibration. Lifting her from the floor, he kept her cradled in his arms, and carried her to the workout room. He had a massage table here as well, since twice a month the island masseuse came and did therapy on him, ongoing maintenance for those old injuries. He preferred to do that in the privacy of his home, rather than the more public area of the island's employee health clinic.
Hooking the table with a foot, he brought it out from the wall enough that he could move around it, lay her down. He eased her to a position on her stomach, put her hands down by her sides, spread out her ankles and used the slits in the frame of the table to bind both wrists and ankles, hold her there, just as he'd done at the club.
She could easily break the Velcro, but she needed the reassurance of restraint after that wild flight. Her fangs weren't even fully retracted. As he bent to kiss her mouth, he teased them with his tongue. She made another of those incoherent sounds, and the points receded. He didn't want her inadvertently puncturing those pretty, full lips.
She'd earned every bit of aftercare he could give her. He started to ground her once again with a full body massage, because it was clear she enjoyed aftercare. She needed to feel her Master's hands on her, owning her.
It was one of the reasons he looked forward to doing it. A reminder that the session might be over, but her ass still belonged to him. As well as everything attached to it. He thought of what he'd written on her, still saw the evidence in partial scrawls and loops, though some of it had rubbed off as a result of their movements. Though he regretted having to wash it all off, he couldn't take her to the lagoon pool that way. Moving to the open doorway of the bathroom, he kept a close eye on her as he ran a basin of warm water.
Coming back to her side, he wiped her down all over, every nook and crevice. When he put heated compresses on her anus and cunt, she made a noise of pleasure and languorous arousal both.
I don't really need aftercare, you know. Vampires heal from everything, even strained muscles.
Even the words in her mind were slurred, but that she'd attempted communication said her disoriented mind was trying to grasp some sort of control. He wasn't going to put up with that.
"Every sub needs aftercare, my lady. Now shut up, or I'll gag you."
He said it in a mild, gentle tone. She subsided with only a token sound of complaint, but enough to deserve a short pinch. After that, though, he massaged her neck, worked his way over her shoulders, her back, loosening the tense muscles. He'd coated his hands with a lotion that smelled like sandalwood spice, and she responded to that as well, inhaling it on a sigh. Every so often, she'd quiver under his touch, another reaction he savored. Hell, he savored everything she did, including the flow of her thoughts, so easy and uninhibited.
He was caring for her efficiently, confidently. Like he'd touch something, someone who belonged to him. She hadn't felt like she belonged to anyone since Jared, but she remembered the way that felt.
It's a fantasy. A fantasy that will have to last a lifetime.
The first part made him frown, then she spoke. Her words were still slow, dreamy, making him smile.
"Why did you say your eyes used to be blue?"
"The explosion affected the pigment in my eyes."
"I saw the blue for a moment, at the docks. Like cobalt. Beautiful. You're not very...tan." Her eyes were half shut. "Not quite as pale...as a vampire, though."
"Yeah, not quite that pale. Sunburn on the scars makes my doctor bitch. She and her latex glove scare me. So I stay out of the direct sun."
Her lips curved. "Every man's fear."
"Not fear," he said stoutly. "I'm just averse to having a doctor's hand up my ass."
"You don't seem to worry about how I feel about it."
"Master's prerogative." He leaned over her, taking a firm grip of one buttock. "I put my hands wherever I want and make my sub love it."
She closed her eyes all the way, but that smile stayed. "Too full of yourself as is. Won't...confirm that."
"Ah, my lady. Your mind already did."
"Cheater."
"Again, Master's prerogative. Any means, fair or foul, to make you surrender your soul."
"You and Lucifer."
"We text regularly."
The banter said she was returning to earth, but he liked how she stayed relaxed, inside and out. He retrieved the bikini from the living room, satisfied to find the bottoms had been sufficiently soaked by her arousal before he'd removed it. That was the way he wanted them to stay. He lifted her up like a rag doll, all that lovely hair streaming over his arm, and made her hold onto him as he fixed the swimsuit back in place.
"Fran dresses me sometimes. For formal events."
"It's been so long since I've been to a formal event, my lady, you might be called upon to dress your Master if we go somewhere like that."
The slip had cost him some ground. Her expression transformed to that wary, puzzled look. "I don't think we'll have to worry about that here."
"No. Probably not." That much was true. While the 24/7 area had a dress code, it certainly wasn't black tie. He tied the gauzy wrap around her hips again, made her slide her feet back into the pretty rhinestone sandals. "If you want to take advantage of the bathroom, go ahead. I'm going to call Vardalos, check in with him about a couple things. Then let's go for a swim."
"Yes, Master." She said it without thinking, caught herself, looked at him sidelong to make sure it was okay. Not because she regretted saying it.
Christ, if he was going to get an erection every time the word left her mouth, he'd need medical help before long. When he gave her a pinch, he caught the tiny smug smile on her lips. She'd probably dipped into his mind to be sure she hadn't screwed up. Only the spontaneous response that crossed her mind saved her from punishment.
It makes me just as aroused to say it. Master.
Chapter Eight
Kaela sat on the lagoon's edge, her pale body bathed in moonlight as she gazed around her. There were other swimmers, but unlike the busy pool where they'd met the obnoxious male, there was enough room to have privacy. Particularly since the design of the pool incorporated voluptuous curves, overhanging vegetation and Grecian pillars placed within its depths. The result was a variety of shadowed alcoves, and the few other bathers were like ghosts whose sensual utterances drifted down on the wind. Sometimes there were hushed gasps, and those silhouettes she detected seem
ed like one shape, undulating as they came together in the water, letting their desires and the surroundings take them over.