Page 29 of Bottoms Up (Mythic Beast #4)

And my little stellina needed pain. I’d known she’d found a way to take the edge off her need, back when she’d had to be my Master.

It had gutted me, not being allowed to see to her needs more than she allowed, but I understood.

I hadn’t liked it, but it wasn’t my place to make decisions, only to follow hers with grace.

But we’d made it through that fire.

And now, I’d never let her hunger again.

Well, unless the denial would do her good.

Now, though, from this point forward, only I would be giving her pain.

She could fuck others when proper safety protocols were in place, but no one else could hurt her. Only I would push her limits, dispense pain, and bring her to tears.

That was a conversation for another day, though, when she wasn’t glowing with need, so I laid into her asshole with more force and focus, swinging the flogger with precision while upping the speed, faster and faster, careful not to make her bleed while I pushed her endurance until it was hot and raw, red and tender.

When I finally pressed my slick cock to her blazing-hot hole, she trembled.

“So fucking hot,” I murmured, voice thick with hunger. “Can’t wait to open your back entrance and just come right in.” I patted the side of her ass. “Arms out to the side, darling Silver.”

Neither of us was looking for gentle tonight, so I rammed in, more than half my length in two brutal thrusts, opening her, stretching, invading, owning . Her body tried to adjust, but I gave it no time. No easing in, no soft strokes. Just the relentless, deliberate taking of what is mine.

It had been too long since I’d had my dick in her. Since I’d had the right.

Over the next ten minutes, I drove deeper and deeper, millimeter by millimeter, claiming her inch by aching inch until she was wide open and full, every nerve in her body dancing at the edge of pain and pleasure.

I allowed myself to orgasm early on, enough to take the edge off my own arousal so I could see to her needs better, but I stayed hard. Vampires can control where the blood goes. We don’t wilt. We hunger.

And her heat, her scent, her tiny trembling whimpers were enough to keep me rock-hard and ravenous. She was wrecked and glowing and entirely mine. In this moment, the only thing she needed to feel was me. Every thrust. Every pain. Every pleasure.

Every inch of submission I’d earned and would earn again.

I kept going until her arousal began to fade — not because she wanted me to stop, but because her body had reached the farthest edges of what it could process. She was frayed, used up, desperate.

Perfect .

But we weren’t finished. Not even close. We’d end this session with her worn out, wanting for nothing.

I flipped her onto her back and drove into her ass again — balls-deep now, no resistance left, buried to the hilt — and bit her neck all over again. Not to drink. Not for closeness.

This time was for control. For chemistry.

First, the cocktail for men, a few seconds for the venom to move away from my fangs, spreading through her body, and only then did I inject the blend for women.

Her body shook beneath me — not with pain, not with pleasure, but with that explosive alchemy of both.

Her tits had turned from bright red to deep crimson, the tissue soft, swollen, and begging for more. I alternated back and forth, twisting and flicking and torturing one nipple and then the other, while fucking her ass without pause, without mercy.

Eventually, I ordered her to jack herself off — knowing she wouldn’t find relief until I sank my fangs in her again and gave her the cocktail to allow it.

She obeyed, tears spilling from her eyes as she worked herself. Her body so far gone, her need so deep.

And I watched her suffer, adored her for the way she fell apart just for me.

But on this night I planned to reclaim all of her holes, so I finally went to the bathroom, stepped into the shower, washed my dick and balls with soap, rinsed them well, dried myself — and then ordered Silver sideways on the bed with her head hanging upside down over the side.

“Legs up. Ankles near your shoulders.”

I ran a strap from one ankle cuff, under her back, to the other ankle cuff, locking her feet up and out, away from her body, thighs spread wide so I’d have a clear path to her delicious cunt and pretty little cock.

And I retrieved the cruel little plastic flogger.

* * * *

Silver

My sadistic, devastating, unapologetically merciless lover flogged my dick and pussy back and forth — fifty strikes to one, fifty to the other — while he buried his cock in my throat.

And I mean he fucking buried himself in my damned esophagus, so there was no way to breathe.

Okay, so he’d pull back just enough to let me exhale, let me gasp in a ragged inhale — before fucking me deep again.

He was in my mind, tracking every signal, every shift in breath, every flicker of panic before it turned real.

I knew he was in my head, yet another way he was inside me, plus vampires have all kinds of ways to keep track of how we humans are doing so they don’t accidentally kill us.

However, my fight-or-flight response roared to life and I needed to flee, but with my feet trapped up around my shoulders, legs wide apart, he had me pinned. Held. Taken .

And my arms being free just made it worse. I could flail and thrash, ineffectively attempt to fight my way free, to futilely push him away, but nothing worked. It just added to the panic. The adrenaline. The fear.

There was no way to run. No way to fight.

Only surrender.

Only him . In my mouth, choking and gagging me, using me. Flogging my dick, then my pussy. No escape.

Adrenaline surged. Endorphins soared. I wasn’t thinking anymore — just feeling — fire and stretch and fullness and need. Raw, mindless need.

And then he leaned forward and took my dick into his mouth at the same time he fucked my cunt with his fingers. Deep, hard, fast. Thrusting against every place inside me that’d ever made me come undone.

And then he bit me . Sank his fucking teeth into my cock.

And I came.

From my cock. From my pussy. At the same fucking time.

I screamed — I think I screamed — or maybe I just came so hard it felt like screaming. I didn’t even know that was possible. He’d told me he could only trigger one kind of vampire-induced orgasm at a time, but this… this was both.

And it went on. And on. And on.

My entire body shook, spasmed, writhed. My dick pulsed into his mouth and he drank me down. My pussy clamped down around too many fingers, spreading me open, stretching me. Pounding me.

I was drowning in pleasure. My brain overloaded. My nerves fried. I thought I’d die of ecstasy.

Please, Sir! I telepathed because I couldn’t form words. Please, have mercy!

You wanted to orgasm, amore mio.

I don’t think I blacked out. Maybe I did. I don’t remember him releasing my ankles. Don’t remember him shifting me, cradling me in his arms.

But when I blinked, I was there. Safe. Held. Shaking in his arms like something delicate — like something owned.

“There you are,” he said. “Breathe for me. No talking until your heartbeat is back so it’s at least close to normal.”

Once he pointed it out, I felt my heart galloping in my chest, so I focused on my breathing. Every thump felt like it echoed through my ribs. I closed my eyes and followed the rhythm of my breath, drawing air deep, letting it out slowly, letting him guide me back.

Before it was back at my resting heart rate, but well on the way there, he said, “Our plaything’s nearing the end of his endurance for this pose. He’ll endure for hours more if he has to, but his arousal levels won’t last much longer.”

I glanced at him and saw his cock had gone soft, the cage hanging heavy and still above the strained muscles of his torso. “Looks like they’re already gone.”

“Some directed attention will make him hard again, even without a bite. Another thirty minutes, and he won’t get hard without being bitten again. I can do that, but it feels as if we should let him down soon.”

“Then we will. Go ahead and get started. I’ll drink some juice and join you.”

He moved that giant body with his usual unhurried grace, walking to the glass-front fridge without looking back. Even now, after every nerve had been wrung out, after every edge of me had been touched or pushed or claimed, I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

“You’ll need salt, too,” he said, opening the small fridge. “But that can wait until we’re back in our room.”

He chose a bottle of grape juice, twisted the cap, and brought it to me. Cool condensation brushed my fingers when he placed it in my hand, then he bent and pressed a kiss to my forehead — so tender, it made my throat close.

That gentleness always wrecked me more than the pain.

He walked toward Atlas, speaking again as he crossed the room. “I’ll pull the needles from his eyes and ears and put a blindfold on him. It’s doubtful he’ll begin healing with the bracelet on, but I don’t want to chance it.”

I sat up slowly, sipping the juice, and watched my giant vampire. Watched the care in his hands even as he moved toward the brutal, final steps of the scene. Watched the man I loved, the man I belonged to, take responsibility for both of us.

Julian sank to the floor, his legs folding with an elegant control that made my breath catch. He moved with precision, as if dismantling a bomb, while he extracted the long-ass needles from Atlas’s ears and eyes.

My body flinched with each slow pull. Julian’s hands were careful, steady, and gentle. He went slow, pulling the needle out without jerking. There was no blood, at least none I could see.

Even blindfolded, even deaf, Atlas didn’t flinch. Was Julian talking to him telepathically? I didn’t know, but it made sense, probably using that calm, assured voice to talk him through it.

Or maybe not.

One never knew whether Julian would make it worse, or better.