In the Garden of Sin (36 page)

“Very well, my lady.” He eyed Galiana longingly as he worked on renewing his erection. “It won’t be the same, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll manage.” Galiana said. “Just don’t make her come. That’s her punishment for
her
transgression, denial of orgasm.”

“Not the caning?”

“No, she loves the caning. And while you’re punishing her, I’ll punish you. Did you bring the lube?”

“No.”

“No?” Sliding her fist up and down the fat dildo, she said,
“This may be gel, but it’s a hell of a lot for a guy to take without a little help. But if that’s the way you want it, that’s the way you’ll get it.”

Chuckling, Elic said, “I don’t think so.”

There it was, his statement of defiance, his line in the sand. She held his gaze for an electric moment, and then she brandished the cane, saying “Bend over and drop your—”

Elic seized her wrists, the cane falling to the floor. He grabbed a pair of manacles off the column and locked her hands in front of her, then yanked off the strap-on and tossed it onto the Berkley horse. The entire maneuver had taken him all of about five seconds.

She said, “What the hell—
Oh!”

Banding an arm around her waist, he bent her over, lifted the cane off the floor, and whipped her fast and hard on her bare ass. She screamed with every blow, not so much because they hurt, although they did, but because of the sheer mortification of being treated like a… like a…

Like a miserable little fucking sub.

When he was done, he let go of her. She collapsed to the floor of beaten earth, thinking
Did that really happen? Did I really just take a caning?

He planted a booted foot on her back as she started to rise, shoving her facedown with her bound hands under her. “That alpha bitch routine of yours is pretty hot,” he said. “Up to a point.”

“Fuck you.”

Leaning down, he pushed a couple of fingers up into her and moved them around, her drenched cunt clutching at them greedily. In a deeper, softer voice, he said, “So it does get you off, being whipped. I thought it might.”

Only if it’s you doing the whipping
, she thought. But she
said, with a petulance that surprised and embarrassed her, “Let me up, you bastard.”

He lifted her easily to her feet. Her hair was snarled, her hands were manacled, she was grimy from lying on packed dirt, and she knew all too well what her ass must look like after that caning.

Brushing her hair off her face, he said in a quiet, earnest voice, “God, you are hot. I’d give anything to fuck you.”

“Yeah, right,” she muttered as she yanked at the manacles. They were cast iron shackles connected by about six inches of chain, probably nineteenth century. They weren’t very thick, and cast iron was weaker than steel. A quality set of modern handcuffs would hold her, but with these, one good surge of vampiric strength would suffice to bend them and free herself. Hell, given ten seconds, she could just wriggle out of them, as could many humans for that matter.

Instead, she just stood there, heart pounding in anticipation, waiting to see what he would do with her.

“You should see yourself as I see you,” he said, touching the tip of the cane to a barbell-pierced nipple, which grew instantly erect—as did he. “You look amazing right now. Furious, aroused, mortified, confused…”

“I’m not used to being treated this way.”

“No, you’re the one who dishes it out.” He trailed the cane down over her hips and thighs, raising goose bumps. “Have you ever been forced to take it?”

“Why are you even dressed like that if you won’t act like a footman? You’re supposed to give me what I want.”

“That’s what I’m doing. It’s just that you don’t know what it is you really want, deep inside.”

“And you do?”

He answered her with a smile that said he didn’t have a
doubt in the world. Standing there with that gleaming cane in his hand, fully dressed but for his marble-hard erection, he was the very picture of the primal male, ready to fuck or fight at a moment’s notice.

Isolde made a little grunt of impatience and shifted her hips in a silent plea.

“Shh, I know, I know,” Elic soothed, gently stroking her pussy. “Soon.”

“Don’t make her come,” Galiana said.

“Still trying to issue orders? Tsk-tsk.” Lifting her bound arms over her head, he lightly tapped the diamond in the hood of her clit, inciting spasms that reverberated throughout her, making her moan like a little bitch. He slid the aluminum rod back and forth along her wet slit, her hips trembling as she tried not to thrust. She couldn’t remember ever having felt so empty, so desperate for penetration.

He knew, goddamn him. He said, “Since I can’t give you the full pussy you need, you’re going to have to fill it up with that.” He nodded toward the strap-on. “Put it on inside out. Turn it from a strap-on to a strap-in.”

Galiana hesitated. It was one thing to be bullied, another to actually hop to when you were given an order. If she obeyed him in this, he would know she could be mastered. If she didn’t, if she fought him for dominance, she would have little chance of making him her consort. Elic was no trembling syncophant like Anton Turek. If Anton was a puppy, Elic was a wolf. And wasn’t that, after all, what had drawn her to him?

He raised the cane and cocked his head, as if to say,
Well?

Galiana took the device and attached the thigh straps, no easy feat with her bound hands. Widening her stance, she pushed the oversized phallus into herself, wondering how he’d managed to get her in his thrall in a matter of minutes. She felt impossibly stuffed when it was only halfway in, but she kept
pushing until it was fully inserted, and then she buckled on the waist strap to hold it there.

Elic said, “Isolde’s punishment has lasted long enough. Get down under there.” He pointed between the girl’s legs with the cane. “You’re going to use your mouth on her while I use this.” Taking his cock in his hand, he stood behind Isolde and penetrated her gradually while she moaned through her gag. Rather than have to crouch, because of his height, he lifted the girl by her thighs and stepped over the leg stocks so that her widespread legs extended behind him.

Galiana dutifully crawled beneath them. For a moment, she just knelt there, relishing the sight of Elic’s cock plunging in and out of Isolde with slow, deep, churning strokes. He was holding her fairly still, making Galiana’s job a little easier than it otherwise would have been. She rarely performed cunnilingus, except occasionally to underscore her power over a female by forcing her to come against her will. She didn’t mind it, though, and in fact, she was pretty damn good at it, as Isolde proved by coming not once, but twice, in short order.

From Elic’s ragged breathing and strained thrusts, she knew he was close. She raised her hands to cradle his scrotum, feeling it draw up hard and tight in her palm as she caressed it. He rammed his hips forward, shaking. With each low groan, she felt a pulsing in his balls.

A trickle of semen, creamier than that of humans, slid down Isolde’s inner thigh. Galiana indulged the urge to lick it, growling deep in her throat because it made her think of feeding. Her fangs didn’t just tickle now, they quivered, straining to unfold.

Elic didn’t uncouple from Isolde after coming, or even set her back down. Instead, he paused for a few seconds to catch his breath, then resumed his unhurried thrusting, again holding the redhead conveniently still.

Galiana slid off her denture. Her fangs popped down, sharp and ready. She glided her tongue along the crease of Isolde’s groin, feeling a racing pulse under the skin—a lovely femoral artery just waiting to be tapped. The proximity of all that hot, rushing blood made Galiana’s nipples stiffen and tingle. Her pussy swelled around the thick, unyielding phallus.

She licked her lips, touched the tips of her fangs to the sweet spot where the pulse was strongest, and snapped them down, piercing the flesh and puncturing the artery. It was a little deeper than she’d anticipated—femorals were unpredictable that way—but her three-thousand-year-old fangs were long enough to do the job.

Isolde’s gag-muted cries took on a frantic quality. She squirmed and bucked, or tried to, but Elic held her tight, no doubt assuming she was merely reacting to Galiana’s ministrations. Galiana was glad of that; she didn’t want to have to open her jaw and bite down on this pristine white flesh. She stroked the artery with her tongue until the blood started pumping up her fangs, every nerve in her body vibrating with the rapture of the feed. The position of the dildo tugged the waist strap down, exposing her upper vulva. No sooner did she touch her clit than she came hard, so hard she almost unseated her fangs. She rocked her hips and stroked her aching flesh and came again and again as she fed, groaning in feral bliss.

Elic shouted hoarsely, snapping Galiana out of her blood-haze. Evidently his semen wasn’t just thicker than a human’s, but more copious, as well; it dripped from Isolde’s body like heavy cream as his climax ebbed.

With much reluctance, Galiana extracted her fangs, licking the pair of puncture wounds to speed healing and muddy Isolde’s memory of what had transpired here. Elic withdrew from the girl, cleaned them both off with a handkerchief, and
retied his codpiece as Galiana surreptitiously replaced her denture.

After helping her off the floor, he took a key from a hook in the column and freed her from the manacles. He removed Isolde’s mask and gag and released her from the pillory and foot stocks, grabbing her as her legs started to crumple beneath her.

“Whoa, are you all right?” Frowning in concern, he took a step back to look her over while supporting her by her upper arms. His gaze lit on the two little half-healed puncture wounds in her groin.

He stared at them. Galiana could almost hear what he was thinking:
So this is what I’m dealing with, a fucking bloodsucker
.

He turned to look at Galiana. She held his gaze with a look that said,
You got it. That’s what I am
.

“How much did you take?” he asked.

“She’ll be fine. The marks will be gone by tomorrow, and she won’t even remember it.”

“Remember what?” Isolde asked.

Galiana smiled at Elic.
You see?
“Have you learned your lesson?” she asked the girl.

Ducking her head, Isolde said, “I’m not sure, my lady.”

“You mean you might need another punishment session before your behavior improves?”

Isolde nodded.

“Very well. Tomorrow, I’m going to lock you in that—” She pointed to the hanging cage. “—with the two biggest, strongest footmen I can find, all three of you naked. The first footman to penetrate you anywhere but your mouth will get extra rations and the loser will spend the rest of the day in a chastity belt. I want them motivated. When the first match is done, I’ll lock two more footmen in there, and then two more,
until I grow bored with it—or until every footman here has taken a stab at you. I’ll invite the other barons and baronesses down here to watch and place bets. I anticipate it will be quite the show.”

A flush of arousal swept up Isolde’s chest and face as she studied the iron cage hanging about four feet off the ground. It was dome shaped and about as tall as a man, but not even wide enough to lie down in. What a sight it would be, three bodies grappling and fucking in that narrow cage while it shook and swayed on its chain. Galiana could hardly wait.

“You are dismissed,” Galiana told the girl. “Thank me for your punishment and be on your way.”

“Thank you, my lady!” the girl exclaimed as she fell to her knees and kissed Galiana’s boots, that beautiful, whip-striped ass raised high. “Thank you so much. I’m humbly grateful for the time you’ve taken to improve me.”

“Don’t forget your clothes.”

“Yes, my lady.”

Elic helped Isolde into her chemise, kissed her cheek, and whispered in her ear, “You’re so sexy. That was great.”

A gallant incubus. Galiana wanted to sneer at that, but she couldn’t help but find it appealing—a schmaltzy response one might expect of a human.

“So, you’re a dusios, right?” she said after Isolde left. “That’s why you can’t fuck other Follets. A factor in your blood makes it drain from the penis the moment you attempt to enter a nonhuman.” She should have suspected this, despite the rarity of dusii, after watching him during that foursome back in New York. He banged that little blond schoolgirl slave at least half a dozen times, but not once did he stick it in Lili.

“That’s right,” he said.

“And you know what I am.”

He nodded. “What kind, though?”

“Upír.”

He nodded again. To his credit, he betrayed no hint of distaste, although most Follets, like humans, had little use for vampires.

“It doesn’t repulse you,” she asked, “knowing I suck the blood of humans?”

“Do you kill them?”

“Not as a matter of course,” she said, although she didn’t hesitate to thin the flock when it was called for, as with that pigeon she dropped from the Whitestone Bridge last week; but why bring that up now? There would be plenty of time for him to get used to her ways.

He expelled a weighty sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. “We’re all children of Frøya. We all have a reason for being here.”

“I call her Hecate. But yes, we all serve a purpose in the greater scheme. Humans may regard my kind as evil, but it’s a simplistic and artificial construct, good and evil. Without darkness, light would have no meaning. Light wouldn’t even exist, not as we know it.”

The warmth of Elic’s smile was a relief; it meant she had a chance with him, despite what she was. “Vampiric philosophy?” he said.

“Galiana’s philosophy.”

“Galiana is a woman of many dimensions.” He regarded her in silence for a moment, as if sizing her up now that he knew what she really was. “You can take that out now,” he said, indicating the dildo strapped into her.

“Maybe I don’t want to,” she said. “Maybe I want to imagine it’s you inside me, impaling me with that beautiful hard cock of yours, making me wet, making me come.”

The rapacious glint in his eye as he came toward her was such a shock that she actually stumbled back. He hooked a
hand around the harness, yanked her toward him, and closed his mouth over hers. Holding the base of the dildo, he shoved it in and out of her while deftly fingering her clit and the slick, ultrasensitive folds of her inner labia. She gripped his hard-muscled shoulders, groaning into his mouth as the pleasure detonated into a heart-stopping orgasm.