knew exactly how she felt.
Niall banded his arms around her waist to lift her. He didn’t take her to their room, but instead surprised her by taking her below, to the cellar. In Evan’s bedroom, he put his mouth on hers, holding the embrace until he laid her on the bed facedown. He moved the pillows so her cheek was against the mattress. “Arms and legs spread, muirnín,” he ordered.
She obeyed instantly, her body amping up its responses when he produced silken rope from a drawer next to the bed. The type of amenities available when one stayed on the property of a sexual Dominant. Not much different from being in the guesthouse of a vampire, after all.
Niall skillfully knotted the ropes around her wrists and ankles, drawing out the spread position until her body was pressed even deeper into the mattress, her mound and breasts tingling with the pressure. When he was done, he slid his knuckles down her spine, swept her hair off her back, so there was a clear expanse of flesh for him to see. “Fucking gorgeous,” he muttered. She tried to look toward him, but he made a quiet noise of command.
“Nane of your temptations tonight. Ye led me by my cock to get me to sleep, but ye only get away with that on rare occasion. Evan wants to peel ye out of everything but those flimsy stockings and heels himself.”
He slid a blindfold over her eyes, one with a snug Velcro closure on the back to ensure that it wouldn’t loosen. She was beginning to tremble. Though it was certainly not the first time she’d been bound this way, everything with them felt like the first time.
When he put his knee on the bed between her legs, her heart was beating high in her throat, her pussy weeping. True to his Master’s desires, he’d kept her in her wedding attire, the silver dress, thigh-high lace stockings. She wasn’t wearing any panties since it would have ruined the snug line of the skirt. He hadn’t even removed her heels, looping the rope over the tops of her feet so it kept the shoes bound to her soles.
Sliding down the side zipper of the dress, he slid his fingers into the opening, stroking her body from below her breast to her hip bone. At her noise of pleasure, he made an approving rumble.
“Aye, you’re hot for it. We could tell, those hungry eyes at the reception. Fair killed us, not taking ye then and there. But ’tis a drug to us, lass, drawing out your desire. Particularly to a vampire. I’m to leave you like this, let ye think about what Evan might have planned for you.”
She didn’t want him to leave. It wasn’t a demand—never that—but a plea. She wanted to give them both pleasure, let them take their fill of her, of each other. She could vividly imagine Niall buried inside of her from behind like this, while Evan fucked him, held them both under his power.
“I serve our Master,” she responded. She wouldn’t let her own desires eclipse theirs. “Whatever he wants. Whatever either of you want.”
His fingers paused in their long stroke, then he pressed a kiss to her spine, just above the back of the dress. “You, muirnín. We both want you.”
Then he was gone. Being a wine cellar, the room was cool, but it wasn’t uncomfortable to her, not with the heat of Niall’s touch still affecting her. She was vulnerable, facedown, blindfolded, but an InhServ had no defenses against her Master’s desires. She submitted, surrendered. Heart, mind, soul, body . . . utterly his . . .
She used it as a meditation exercise, weaving arousal with acceptance, patience. She’d never had difficulty waiting on Stephen’s desires. Perhaps patience and indifference could look very much the same.
Now, however, there was no mistaking one for the other. Her pussy was wet, needy. As she squirmed, rotated her hips, the mattress gave her clit the pressure it craved. She thought of Evan watching her, perhaps allowing Niall to do the same, and made the movement as provocative as possible, lifting her hips like an animal in heat, tempting a male . . . or males . . . closer. She licked her lips at the resulting wave of sensation, did it again.
Her continuing dance brought the short skirt high enough to expose the slick pink lips of her sex when she lifted her hips, begging to be fucked, to be tongued