“Why do you do this?”
“Why do you?” He got up and sat beside her, so close his bare thigh touched hers. “Let me play with you before we get there.”
She leaned back and he rubbed his palm over her nipples, one after the other, until they stood stiff and sensitive. After her breathing picked up and she relaxed her fists, he took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb and pinched, hard. He laughed when she jerked away from him.
“What the fuck did you do that for?” she asked him, gently caressing the aching crest.
“I wanted to see if you like a little pain. You’d better be able to handle it, because the vampire will do a hell of a lot more than that. Sex and fear, baby, that’s what feeds the vampires, even more than the blood. Without those two things, you would be useless to them, even with your blood.”
She took her hand away from her breast and offered it to him again. “Okay.” Her voice was soft, but even she could hear the eagerness in it. “Do what you want.”
His eyes turned serious with a suddenness that surprised her even more than his cruel pinch had done. “The only thing I really fear,” he whispered, “is the wolf.”
“Wolf?” Her voice shook, more from the fear in his than the thought of a wolf.
He leaned closer, his breath moist and warm in her ear. “The vampires keep a wolf called Richard. I’ve heard the stories and they are not…nice. Sometimes the humans lose fear and Jacques uses Richard to bring it back.” He darted his gaze toward the divider. “Richard was captured long ago, and he is a wild wolf without feelings, it is said.” The boy shuddered. “I don’t like wolves.”
The divider slid open and Jacques’s face appeared. Maybe he’d felt Eric’s fear, which was so thick and real Natasha could taste it.
His eyes were midnight dark, with no discernible pupil. “Natasha, get on your hands and knees with your pussy toward me.”
At her hesitation, Eric grabbed her arm and forcefully pushed her around. “Do as he orders,” he hissed. “Show him your cunt.”
She climbed upon the soft leather and positioned herself on all fours, her ass toward the divider and the watching vampire.
“Eric, caress her pussy.”
His cool fingers spread her lips and begin to probe her pussy, and she couldn’t help the small moan that escaped. He found her clit and massaged it gently, then pinched it, alternating the pressure from almost painfully hard to gentle.
“You like this,” Eric said, his breath hot against her ass.
“Answer him,” the vampire commanded.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I like it.” She pressed her burning cheek against the upholstery. She liked it a lot.
“You may call me Master,” Jacques said.
“Told you,” Eric whispered. “Say it.”
“Master,” she murmured, then louder, “Master.”