CHAPTER SIXTEEN
The next night I wore the collar as my Dom had instructed, yet it was uncomfortable to work on the computer or look over paperwork with my head tilted down. I tried to pull it away from my neck, but it wouldn't budge.
And as He had told me, I didn't see Hiliad at all that week. I didn't even know if He was ever there. He was never on His throne, He was never in the basement, and that damned Liza didn't tell me when I asked her, not that I would have expected an answer. As hard as I tried to find something that needed His attention—paperwork wise—nothing was so pressing that I had to see Him immediately.
Friday night rolled around, and by then I desperately needed to get myself off. I was hurting so badly that I could no longer wear my thong, which I loved to wear. My heart ached for Him—truth be told, again. I'm just an honest sub, what can I say—it wasn't my heart that ached. I could no longer watch romantic movies I liked, or read romance novels, or go down the freakin' Hallmark card section without seeing the lovey-dovey 'To My Loving Husband' cards. I wondered why there weren't ever any 'To My Loving Dom' cards.
I watched the time get closer and closer to two a.m., and it was the longest in my entire life. I was writing down things I had to do the following Monday night when there was a knock on the door. Hollering for whoever it was to come in, I was ecstatic to see Hiliad take two steps in. He looked terrible, literally. His hair was all disheveled, and what was worse was that His eyes didn't have the passion, desire and hunger for me that He usually did.
Smiling as big as I could, I had to control myself from jumping up, running to Him and throwing myself at Him, leaving a trail of clothes behind me. But then I saw two shadows directly behind Him, and I knew that wasn't possible. My body deflated.
"Connee," Hiliad said politely, His fangs showing. He stepped aside to allow the two women to step in, "I'd like you to meet Angel and Rachel."
When He said each name, they smiled. I knew right away exactly who, and what, they were. Rachel was my height with a short, bobbed hairstyle. She had small facial features with big, brown eyes, and her complexion was clear of any blemish whatsoever. She appeared to be the angel of the two, really. She wore a short blue jean miniskirt that barely covered her crotch and a halter top, but she looked far from slutty.
Angel was definitely a Mistress. She was tall, a few inches shorter than Hiliad, and commanded the attention of the room. She wore a black, lace corset, laced tightly across her huge breasts, her stomach was taut and firm, and her black leather pants outlined every curve of her body. Neither one of them displayed fangs. From their rosy cheeks and the color of their complexion, I knew they weren't vampires.
I wasn't quite sure how to react. Stand up and bow to the Mistress and flog her sub? Nah, that wasn't right. From the apprehension on my Dom's face, I could see I was supposed to do something.
"Hello," I gurgled.
Hiliad turned to Mistress Angel and said, "Go downstairs and prep her. We'll be down shortly." Angel bowed, took her sub's arm and they left.
Hiliad closed the door behind Him. "Come," He demanded.
I immediately jumped to my feet and with great control and confidence, walked to my Dom. Bowing my head I got on both of my knees at His feet, and waited.
"Sub, how are you?" Aside from His looks, His voice conveyed how hungry He was.
"I'm great, Sir. Thank you."
"Stand."
I did so. He put His hands on my shoulders and smiled warmly, though there was no light in His eyes. There was only pain and desire to feed. I wanted so badly to comfort Him, it hurt me that much.
"I have been hunting for you." I frowned curiously, but didn't ask Him to elaborate. He must have read my mind. "I have found a Domme with a sub willing to allow me to take her blood. You will be a part of it."
What the hell is He talking about?
"I have missed you." His voice was so sultry that it made my pussy twinge. "You may stand."
I did so. He leaned forward and brushed His lips against mine. I yearned for Him to wrap His arms around me, but He had other intentions.
Pushing me away gently He told me, "Liza will be in in a minute. She will prepare you for me."
Oh, honey, I am more than already prepared! I wanted to tell Him. Instead, I replied, "Yes, Sir."
"But first," He said, looking over my outfit with disdain, "you will undress for me."
I smiled, albeit nervously, while he took a few steps away from me. I kicked the sandals off my feet then began to unbutton the top button of the blouse, then the second, until the material draped apart. Trying not to sigh with excitement, I pulled the blouse away from my body and set it over the back of the chair directly beside me. I slowly unsnapped the waist of the pants, teasingly pushed the legs down and stepped out of them, placing them on top of the blouse. My heart was beginning to race. I knew Hiliad could hear it. So much for hiding my excitement.
Okay, so I was standing there in my underwear, exposed to my Dom, as I had the first night we agreed to the D/s relationship.
"Do I need to explain to you the definition of undress? I can even spell it now." He smirked.
I tried not to laugh and was glad I didn't. Before I could move, He was standing behind me. "Sir, I'm sorry to ask, but ..."
"Then don't," He replied curtly.
I stood there frozen, finding it hard to breathe normally. I gasped loudly when I felt His cool, smooth hands take the clasp of the bra and unsnapped it, throwing it carelessly to the carpet. I didn't protest. His long thumbs slid between the cotton briefs and my skin, sending goose bumps down my legs and I shivered. I closed my eyes anticipating His next move. He licked the nape of my neck, making me whine, before His lips nibbled my hot, flushed skin. I breathed slowly, with great effort, to control myself. I wasn't doing a very good job.
Tilting my head forward for more, He snarled, "Pick your head up!"
I did exactly that in two seconds flat and He placed His hands on my hips and painstakingly slowly brought them to my stomach, caressing it before He cupped my breasts in His hands.
"Hmm, what do we have here," He grumbled into my ear. The tone of His voice alone had made my nipples hard, but His touch did even more. My breasts tingled as he pinched my nipples, gradually increasing the intensity. I moaned in pleasure and lost all control of my breathing; I was panting heavily.
The next thing I knew He stood in front of me with His thumbs under my chin and His fingers resting on either side of my face. "Sub, you may speak freely."
"Thank you." I had to think of how to say what I wanted to ask Him. "Sir, how often do you need to ... feed?"
"For a vampire as old as I, I like to eat a few times a week, others more or less." He smirked at me; it must have been the expression on my face when I realized it had been almost a week since He'd eaten. "Are you concerned about me, sub?" I nodded. He smiled. "I am glad to hear it. But I do not expect it."
