Mistress of Souls, page 25
It is beautiful and speaks to me on a primal level that she would have me inked onto her skin.
She flips her thick pink strands of hair over her shoulder and glares at me, not taking anything of what I said seriously.
“Oh, I do, and we will finish that conversation. But right now, all this energy filled with hate and loathing needs to be relieved. I think Hunter is just the good boy that I need to satisfy that craving.”
She bares her teeth at me and then slowly crawls up the bed towards Hunter, where he wears nothing but a shit-eating grin.
He will also pay for this whether or not he intended it. He is now part of her ploy and will be punished accordingly. I will have them both tied up and will use every magical ability to remind them who I am.
The little voice that is the embodiment of my madness breaks free, whispering darkly seductive thoughts to me. You need to punish her. Free yourself from these ropes and ruin her. She left you alone for centuries.
I grind my teeth so hard that I fear I’ll shatter my molars.
“May I help you, Cupcake?” She questions me sweetly.
Still facing away from me and straddling Hunter’s lap, she flicks her wrist, and a piece of the ropes slithers up my body and covers my mouth like a gag.
My eyes go wide, but every time I inhale, more of the magical essence embedded in the rope seeps into my system, clouding my magic and my mind further. I am becoming weaker by the second, and I will not be able to stop this atrocity from playing out.
I would love to watch Hunter have sex with someone, but I do not know if I can survive that person being Mariax. My thoughts trail off as I refocus on the scene before me. Mariax is astride Hunter, her legs spread and placed on either side of his wide hips. His large, calloused hands are wrapped around her hips possessively.
I yell obscenities through the gag, but it comes out unintelligible. My eyes are unable to leave the scene in front of me. It’s like one of those human car crashes, and you have to watch with morbid curiosity even though you cannot stop what’s happening.
He tightens his fingers on her curvy hips, lifts her, and impales her down onto his hard, pierced cock. Her shrieks reverberate off the ceiling, much like my shock and intense arousal.
Why is this so hot? Why does my body enjoy this? She. Is. Mine.
Mariax is attempting to be in control and ride Hunter, but he is not having it. He was serious when he said he would dominate her, and I have no doubt he will. However, if she wanted to overpower him, she could do so easily.
Hunter sits up, bending at the waist with Mariax still on top, shifting his legs so they are now behind him instead of in front of him, and comes down on top of her.
Mariax releases a wild gasp, gripping his shoulders, and then he takes her once more. His movements are aggressive, claiming, and dominating. All the built-up frustrations he held onto are being consumed with their passionate joining.
I cannot handle this. My entire body is strung tight, my muscles flexing and straining as I attempt to free myself uselessly from my restraints. More blood rushes into my already excruciatingly hard dick.
I close my eyes in an attempt to block out their coupling, but it is no use. Somehow, the sounds they are making are even lewder.
Mariax gains leverage just for him to throw her on her back again. They’re in a constant battle of wills, and it reminds me of the first time Mariax and I fucked, of how we ended up destroying most of the surfaces in our suite. That’s what happens when two alphas fuck, one of them has to submit or it will be an endless battle.
I growl and scream more garbled words through this wretched rope, fury blazing in my chest. If I had access to my power, I would reach out my shadows and rip them apart, pinning them down and freeing myself to punish them both. Or perhaps shout into their minds so loudly they would crumble and separate, parting from the pain.
How dare they screw in front of me?
The stirrings of an orgasm race through my body, the incessant ache deepening in my core and balls.
I am not about to come in my pants like some adolescent child!
Watching them is altering something in the makeup of my mind. I realize I want them. Mine. My madness speaks in agreement.
Mariax is back on top again.
I groan, holding back an orgasm, just barely. I always have complete control over my body, but it betrays me as the wealth of my emotions coalesces into a tight ball. My hips lift off the chair as I thrust my groin repeatedly into empty space, seeking friction, desperate to feel the release cascading across my body.
I moan so loudly that some of my cries break through the rope. Mariax is now facing me, riding Hunter in the reverse cowgirl position, watching me in my anguish. Her eyes are unfocused as she trails her eyes lower to stare at my undulating groin.
She must ease the ache she created.
I’m holding onto control by a thread, but I can’t be bothered to care as I fight the euphoria that seeks to blind me.
When did she become such a vixen?
With that thought and Mariax watching my every move, I release my hold and barrel into bliss. My balls tighten and throb, sensation shooting from them to all of my extremities. My toes go numb, and my body shakes from the force of my orgasm. Cum jets in powerful bursts into the seam of my jeans as I orgasm.
“Fuck! Mariax!” I shout into the rope, throwing my head back and letting the sensation take me.
My breath comes in heavy pants as I try to make sense of what just happened. I bring my chin back down and find her intense gaze on me still. She’s grinding on Hunter, her tits swaying and bouncing with their erotic display. She’s using his body to slake her need, fueling her lust by watching me watch them.
I am forced to admit that I crave more of this, more of her being taken aggressively by Hunter. More of her wielding her dominance over him as well.
A small smile slowly appears on her face as she rubs her clit on the top of his huge knot. Hunter barks a curse, and his body jerks as she massages him with her cunt. Her clit hood piercing grazes his knot at the bottom of every downstroke.
“Fuuuuuuck,” Hunter growls, “If ye keep doin’ that a leannan I’m no’ goin’ to last.”
I’ve never heard his accent so thick with overwhelming passion before. The tips of his fingers turn white with the force of his grip on her ass. Mariax yelps and bites her lip as he thrusts up harder and faster, breaking her rhythm and fucking her from below.
I cannot take my eyes away from them. Hunter’s dick briefly shows each time he lifts her to his tip, his shaft coated in her arousal. I force my eyes shut, only to open them again a moment later.
It’s as if my mind enjoys the torture they’re inflicting.
Although I just came moments ago, I already feel myself growing firmer in my damp jeans, my cum making the material uncomfortable against my sensitive flesh.
Her playful side breaks through her layers of trauma as she revels in torturing me. Right now, she is using Hunter as her personal form of therapy, as if he is her lifeline to this plane.
“I want to be your lifeline as well,” I whisper, scraping my lips against the rope’s rough fibers. This experience has shown me a cold truth. I’ve always been a jealous male, to the point where I will do anything to keep what is mine.
It’s evident that although I want to tear Hunter’s limbs from his body and render them useless, I’m affected by him being able to touch what is mine. I fall prey to rapture while watching them.
If I want her to accept me back in her life, I must show her the events in Inferuna from my mind’s eye.
I am aware that I hurt her by torturing Tiffany, but everything I did was to protect her. If I chose not to protect what was mine, she would be removed from life. She would be somewhere in the inky depths of the Abyss, forever mist among the ether, and I would not be able to recover her.
When Mariax screams, I know her orgasm is nearing.
Hunter lifts her off of him and sits up to change his position. She lets out a yelp when he grabs her tail and drags her back to him, but now lying on her front. Her chest is flattened to the mattress as he mounts her from behind. He lifts her ass in the air and then drives into her mercilessly.
Hunter grabs one of her horns in each fist, making her arch into him and support herself with her arm strength.
They’re both facing me now, but Mariax’s eyes are closed. However, Hunter trails a lavish and lust-filled gaze over me as he plows into her. He purposely keeps eye contact, and his pupils fully dilate as his arousal clouds his senses. He bares his teeth at me in a display of powerful dominance.
He has never been more attractive to me, and I hate it.
I watch her tail escape from between them and sneak behind his back. Her tail wraps around a section of his long hair and yanks it violently. Hunter growls, and his canines lengthen just a bit as his wolf peeks out. His eyes change to an unusual black, so dark they seem to swallow the light.
My dick twitches sharply when he bites her shoulder. Mariax hisses and releases her tail, only for it to swish in excitement across the bedsheets.
“Hunter, please!” she begs. “Knot me. I need you to stretch me, fill me,” she manages to say through her stream of moans and whimpers.
Hunter slaps her ass hard multiple times, causing Mariax to swear and beg harder.
“No, my wee slut. I already told ye there would be no knotting until ye are mine in every sense,” he punctuates his statement with more stinging spanks across both cheeks, never stopping his hips from pumping.
Mariax whimpers at his rejection, and my need to destroy him wages war with my desire to throw him down and reward him for his dominant behavior with her.
This feels right, the three of us bound to one another, a possible eventuality.
Mariax’s orgasm takes that opportunity to strike, relieving her of disappointment. Her back arches into him, and her moans turn into screams.
“Hu- Hunter! Fuck, yesss,” she repeatedly chants like it’s a prayer.
Her magic seeps into the room with her release coating everything in it. Pleasure ripples down her body, causing her to tremble.
Hunter is not far behind her. He growls deep in his chest and bites her neck viciously. Blood trickles down her tattooed shoulder, and her arm that is stretched out on the sheet before her.
“Fuck me, that feels amazing,” Hunter moans, her blood lingering on his tongue and teeth. “That’s it, lass. Ye are such a good girl,” his Scottish accent thick with his desire.
Mariax mewls and practically melts at his praise.
He picks up speed, ramming into her precisely three more times as he wraps his hand around her throat from behind and pulls her back flush against his chest.
They kneel on the bed before me, watching me as I watch Hunter come inside Mariax. His length disappears into her messy cunt just enough to refrain from knotting her but filling her with his cum.
He tightens his hold on her throat, cutting off her airway, as he challenges me with his stare over Mariax’s head. Mariax moans and tries to move along his length, but he growls in warning and holds her still as his dick swells and throbs within her.
Hunter’s energy fades. He collapses back against the pillows, dragging Mariax with him as he is still inside her.
I cannot sort through the sea of emotions I’m weathering, each one cresting and overwhelming my senses. What I just witnessed was incredible. I enjoyed it, and I want more. I want both of them. I need to be inside them both while we revel in bliss together.
I know this was a punishment that I begrudgingly and forcefully was made to take, but it will not happen again, not with restraints or against my will.
Only good girls get rewarded, but right now, Mariax is being a very bad girl.
Chapter 32
Mariax
Most people who have ever gotten a tattoo will tell you the same thing. It’s painful.
I, however, want to know the lengths a body can go while withstanding the pain from the tattoo machine. Most human males, hell males from almost all species, cry or can’t even handle the needle and quit before their tattoo is finished.
Tiffany told me once she had to order special numbing cream for this biker getting a pin up on his bicep.
The whole pain from tattoos gave me a new idea for punishment. My clients must still give consent to what is essentially my personal brand being permanently etched into their flesh.
“You stop by when Mariax is done with you, sweet cheeks!” Jeffry, my orc doorman, says, flirting with Tiffany as we walk away.
“Dude, leave her alone. Can’t you tell she’s interested in tasting a wolf, not an obnoxious ass hat like you?”
“Fuck off, Alec,” Jeffry replies.
The sounds of their bickering fading as we leave the entryway of The Snuggle Pit and move down the hall.
“Mar, why in the hell am I here with my tattoo equipment?” Tiffany calls over her shoulder as she walks ahead of me.
My heels echo off the walls as I follow her, quietly cackling. She will know soon enough why she’s here. If it goes well, this may become a regular occurrence.
“Stop at room P6,” I tell Tiffany.
Holding my finger up to the pad on the door, a light scans my print. No one has permission to access this room but me, not even Lauren. I wait for the click, nudge the door with my boot, and hold it open for Tiffany to pass through first.
Tiffany stops dead in the doorway. “Uh, Mariax?”
“Yes, bestie?”
“Did you wrap me up a new toy to play with?”
“Absofuckinglutely.”
In the center of the room, a very naked vampire grins at us.
He has the looks of a Viking: tall, broad shoulders, bulging muscles, shoulder-length blonde hair, panty melting cornflower blue eyes, ashen skin…not to mention the enormous hard on he is rocking.
Apparently, the silver chains wrapped around his throat, wrists, and ankles are no deterrent for his mirth.
“Ladies,” he says with a dip of his chin.
The motion causes his skin to sizzle, and he hisses out a sharp breath. It’s good to see he isn’t totally unaffected; he is here for punishment after-all.
Tiffany glances at me but I shake my head to ignore him, motioning her to the worktable and padded stool I set up across from my submissive.
“Sub, you will address me as Mistress or I will bring out the silver cane and turn that gorgeous ass of yours into a bleeding, blistering mess.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he responds.
“Good boy,” I praise.
“I have a new method of torture to try out and I thought you would be the perfect submissive to test it on. Do you want to know what it is, pet?” I question, slapping my tail against my palm like a cane.
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Perfect, you don’t have a choice either way,” I croon as I circle the vampire, running a sharp nail down his chest and over his nipple.
The vampire gasps and his head falls back between his bound arms.
I decide to prolong my explanation, letting the anticipation and need for answers build to a crescendo. Ignoring my client, I turn my attention to my best friend.
I hug Tiffany from behind as she sets up the table. I squeeze her tightly, her soft, leathery wings pressed against my cheek. Her tail wraps around the back of my legs as she returns the embrace.
I loosen my hold and survey her supplies. “Do you have everything you need? Did you remember the custom order ink?” I question softly.
“Yep, I’m surprised it’s so readily available.”
I shrug. “What can I say? People love their pain kinks and body modifications.”
It’s quiet for a moment as Tiffany and I bask in the company of each other. Some days, I just need to be in close proximity to her to feel better.
“Is Jeffry single?” she asks out of the blue.
I smother a laugh with my hand. “Um, no sorry. He has a wife, and like ten kids,” I explain, my voice laced with unfulfilled laughter.
“Damn. I bet he would be fun to ride. You know what they say about orc dick,” she says seriously.
I arch a brow at her statement. “Actually, no, please enlighten me.”
“Once you go orc, you’ll never forget the torque,” she says completely serious.
“Wow, classy Tiff,” I say with a snort.
She just shrugs and holds up two needles of different widths, as if examining them to determine which will be the most effective.
“Did Lauren finish setting up that new spreadsheet I suggested? For your client roster?”
I growl and mutter under my breath, “Yes, no thanks to you. I hate digital lists. It’s confusing and I can never remember how to operate the program. We spent days in my office sorting it out.”
“Pfft, it’s easy! That’s what I use to keep track of my tattoo clients,” she elaborates.
“I just prefer the way things used to be, pen and paper, the sound of a quill scratching against parchment. You can’t beat that,” I sigh, casting my gaze to the ceiling.
“Okay, grandma. But for real, that huge fucking pile of pretty notebooks in your office closet is not going to help you keep your clients and their specific kinks organized.”
“Ughhhh. But I don—”
The vampire groans, his hips thrusting into the air, desperate for friction. Tiffany stills as she watches my sub with rapt attention as he continues to hump the air. Small streams of smoke drift from any part of his skin where the silver makes contact, swirling gently through the air before disappearing. The more he moves, the more the chains burn him, building his desire to painful levels.
“Tiff?” I ask.
She continues to stare at him with her pupils rapidly dilating. I smack Tiffany’s ass with my tail.
She growls and levels a glare at me. “What the fuck was that for?”
My brows pinch together, displaying my annoyance. Both of our tails swish back and forth in agitation.
