Storywitch's "Book of Shadows"

Here you go, Round Four. I’m delighted by how enthusiastically you all anticipate each installment. Hope this one lives up to expectations. Next round will feature the walk-on part won by Shan in the forum contest! Can’t wait to share that one. She gave me some wonderful info about herself that spurred a great idea for how she’ll meet Daegan and Gideon. Nope, no teasers – tune in two weeks from now (wink). In the meantime, let me know what you think of Round Four!

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One of the vampires who’d captured Gideon during his vampire hunting days had talked incessantly, like the villain of a cheesy superhero flick. Gideon had suggested the asshole puncture his eardrums as the appetizer of his torture menu, hoping he’d comply so Gideon wouldn’t have to listen to him anymore. Instead, the vamp had chosen to stick electrodes on his testicles. Vampires didn’t handle constructive criticism well.

But ceaseless diatribe wasn’t nearly as bad as being put in solitary like this. No, this was worse than solitary. Not only was he alone, but with the mask, he had no eyes, and muted hearing. He could talk to himself, but that was kind of crazy and pointless. A few minutes ago, he’d considered reaching out to Anwyn, begging for a thought from her. A playing-mommy-against-daddy kind of thing, for sure, showing his level of desperation.

He was going insane in his head. He should have known Daegan would do this. That plug kept vibrating, stimulating his prostate and all the associated nerve endings that were way too familiar with what Daegan felt like when it was his cock there, instead of a plug. Gideon had already come twice, grunting and writhing in the chains. When he’d groaned from the power of the orgasm, some of it had splattered his lips, making him taste that salty fluid. His nostrils flared, unable to escape the musky smell of semen, drying on his skin.

He felt Daegan’s presence, because the thirdmark allowed that. He was close, but not close enough. Probably stretched out on one of the couches on the penthouse level, reading one of those goddamned books. But he knew his Master. The vampire was tracking his every reaction, thought and movement. Gideon was alone in his head, no one talking to him, but he wasn’t alone. Ironically, the certainty of that kept him hard, as much a stimulant as that damn plug. As much as his vulnerable position. His mind kept flashing back to the view Daegan had offered, Gideon bent over double, ready to be fucked and used by his Master however he wished.

God, had it been an hour? Was that how long he’d said he would be gone? He had no idea, because on that second climax, he’d blacked out. He thought Daegan had been closer then, maybe checked on him during that hazy time. In that dream state, Gideon had turned his face into Daegan’s palm, kissed him hard there, needy, a physical plea. But he’d probably imagined that, because when he’d come back to consciousness, Daegan was on that upper level again. After all, there was no reason to check on him. A thirdmark couldn’t be killed by standing on his head during multiple climaxes, but of course it did stress the body enough to make him pass out.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Please talk to me. Master?

Under the mask, he squeezed his eyes shut hard, his fists even harder, then he remembered, loosened his fingers. Sorry, sorry, sorry. Daegan? He hated being alone in his head like this, too many emotions choking him, more with every passing moment. He couldn’t breathe.

Oh, shit. Another climax was boiling in his balls, getting close. Three times, really? Sometimes being a thirdmark could be a pain in the ass, that fast recovery time. Of course it was a source of delight to their vampire masters and mistresses. Fanged sadists.

Gideon bucked against the chains as his cock convulsed, thumped against his abdomen and then jerked like those electrodes were back on it. Ropes of come spurted out. All the veins running along his inner thighs knotted up with the intensity of it, his balls drawing against the base of his cock.

He cried out, fighting those chains until it began to recede. Even then, as he came down, his muscles continued to tic violently. Like the aftershocks Anwyn had after they gave her a claw-the-skin-off-their-backs climax. She might do those sexy little twitches for up to fifteen minutes afterwards. Sometimes it got them all so revved up, Daegan would initiate it all over again, because he alone could override her will. That’s what a Master did. He controlled it all, knew how to make you give beyond what you knew how to give. He and Anwyn both did that to Gideon, had done it even more intensely together. Now Daegan had proven they could do it singly as well. Which meant something pretty important, if Gideon had the brain cells and the desire to wrap his mind around it.

“Don’t tax yourself, vampire hunter. Your brain capacity is very limited.”

Gideon shamed himself with a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sob. The vampire squatted in front of him, because he touched his mouth. “You did kiss my hand after you blacked out. I won’t let you forget that, I promise.”

At least he hadn’t kissed his foot or some stupid shit like that. Of course, the moment he had that thought, Gideon mentally punched himself in the head. You never, never, never had thoughts like that around vampires. They immediately put it on their to-do list, the bastards.

“I could make you beg to kiss my foot, Gideon, but that’s not my purpose today. Easy.” Daegan’s voice dropped to a soothing murmur, and when he stroked Gideon’s arm, his tense stomach, the line of his shoulder, Gideon realized he was shaking again.

“Why did you…” Gideon swallowed on a dry throat, his tongue swollen from lack of fluid and screaming. “Why did you stay so quiet?”

He knew the answer. What he was really asking was: “Why did you do that to me, knowing how it fucks up my head?” Again, probably a self-answering question.

“There are things in your head you need to hear. You got close to it a few minutes ago. At least…” Daegan paused, an odd note to his voice, “I hope you are.”

He closed his hand over Gideon’s cock then, idly stroking. Gideon stifled a groan, his ass clenching against that plug. Bad idea. He held onto control by his fingernails as Daegan continued in that mild tone, as focused in its intent as a laser.

“You look entirely fuckable, vampire hunter. I think I’ve waited long enough for my pleasure. Let’s make sure you’re ready.” He made an adjustment, despite Gideon’s futile protest. All of a sudden the vibrator was on a more intense setting, one that had Gideon rearing up in reaction.

“Be still,” Daegan said, that commanding edge in his voice that had Gideon fighting to obey, to prove he could. But then he wished he’d kept writhing, because Daegan restored the pronged part of the cock harness. The edges bit into him as Daegan hooked it closed, Gideon’s cock thick as hell.

“Want to…see you…” He wanted the mask off.

“You’ll have to wait on that.” As Daegan refused him, Gideon heard the rustle of clothing. A zipper opened, then what had to be Daegan’s jeans hit the floor with their tantalizing thump. Another rustle said they’d been kicked away. The pulleys in the ceiling hummed, loosening the chains holding the arm manacles. Daegan’s hands were on his ankles, freeing the short chains that anchored his feet to the floor.

The vibrator was going like a damn train engine in his ass. Gideon couldn’t stop the involuntary jerks, despite Daegan’s earlier admonition, but now that he’d gotten those prongs around Gideon’s dick again, the vampire didn’t seem to mind him jittering like a puppet on crack.

“You follow my lead,” Daegan reminded him. He moved Gideon back, enough steps that he could clear the wall, straighten and stand upright. Gideon wasn’t steady enough to get there before Daegan knocked his legs out from under him. He would have landed right on his head or face, except the vampire’s arm was around his chest, taking him down to all fours on the cool stone. He re-anchored his ankles to another set of eyebolts, snapping his knees down with an additional set of metal straps affixed to the floor. The hand pressed to his back told Gideon to stay in the all-fours position. As he sensed Daegan moving around to his front, Gideon gasped for air against the continuing massage of that plug. He wasn’t going to come. He wasn’t.

“No, you aren’t. Because your Master says you can’t.”

He felt like a wild animal around the guy, entirely unpredictable. Gideon assumed Daegan was about to anchor his wrists the same way as his knees, so he couldn’t take advantage of the slack of the chains even now brushing his shoulders. Probably a good idea. If he could lift up, he’d probably try to wrap them around Daegan’s neck.

“That would be foolhardy.”

“Foolhardy?” Gideon panted out the words. “You were reading…the Greek poetry instead of the…Connelly, weren’t you? Pansy.”

“O love, thou art victor in fight: thou mak’st all things afraid…thou passest the bounds of the sea, and the folds of the fields; to thee the immortal, to thee the ephemeral yields. Sophocles.”

Gideon swallowed, pushing down the feelings that rose in his throat at that sensual voice, so close to him. “Yeah, but you can’t put it to music. Great big gobs of greasy, grimy gopher guts, chopped up parakeet, mutilated monkey feet…” He swayed with the nonsense tune, even though he knew he sounded as hysterical as a girl. Fuck. “It’s what I look like right now. Especially the disgusting, greasy part.”

“Greasy, yes.” Daegan’s fingers trailed briefly over Gideon’s shoulder, making his cock flex and his body shudder. “Disgusting, hardly. You taste like pleasure.”

His rectum clenched over the plug at the vision of Daegan tasting his come. The vampire did anchor his wrists, bringing his scent and heat close. Gideon breathed him in, imagining him there naked, within touching distance, though he was prevented from that by the chains. It made his gut ache. Then Daegan put his hand on the back of Gideon’s neck. “Use your mouth to get me slick again. Do it fast. I want to fuck you now.”

He heard it in the roughness of the male’s voice. Gideon wanted it fast as well, such that he practically lunged blindly for it. Daegan steadied him, guided the head of his cock to Gideon’s eager mouth. Gideon didn’t want to come with that plug again. He wanted Daegan to make him come, Daegan’s hard, irresistible cock. Apparently it was mouthwatering as well, because he found the saliva to suck it good, had the vampire gripping his neck with bruising strength. He did his level best to test his control. If Daegan lost it, came in his mouth, Gideon would consider it a victory, even if it meant he lost in other ways.

The male pulled back out then, despite Gideon’s attempt to clamp his teeth down on him, hold him there. Daegan let out a grim chuckle, did that little maneuver with the hinge of his jaw to free himself, gave him a not-so-pleasant thump on the forehead. “Nice try.”

Gideon heard another chain drop. The steel manacle fit his throat snugly as Daegan locked it. Putting a collar on him always had the strangest effect on Gideon, made his breath shorten, made his dick harder. When Daegan retracted the chain attached to it so he had to lift his head, and keep lifting it, back toward his shoulders, like a horse with the reins severely shortened, Gideon had to fight that plug vibration even harder. No, no, no. Not yet.

“You crave a permanent collar, Gideon. One from both your Master and Mistress. One that locks and only we can remove. We know. We’re going to take care of that.”

He wanted to beg, plead for it. Plead to be fucked. But he couldn’t. And not because he was being rebellious. If he spoke one word, he was going to go off like a geyser. In fact, it was a close thing when Daegan removed the slippery plug from his ass, the friction making him fucking insane.

“Now beg me, servant. Beg for what you want. Get it right the first time, no games, or I swear to God I will make you suffer.”

Gideon got it out on a strangled moan, working so hard not to come, not to clench his hands. Oh, fuck, those prongs hurt so bad, but his mindless cock didn’t seem to care that it would only get worse. “Please, Master. Please fuck me. I want your cock…in my ass. Please.”

It didn’t matter how tirelessly he claimed not to recognize this side of himself, he was getting really familiar with this dark, needy creature that was his soul. And he was getting too damn close to the heart of it all, the yearning ache that went beyond the physical, that had other words hovering on his lips.

“In heaven-high musings and many, far-seeking and deep debate; Of strong things find I not any, that is as the strength of Fate. Euripides that time.” But Daegan’s voice had that hoarse touch in it again.

Please, Master. I need you. Gideon couldn’t force that through his lips, but it resounded through his broken soul. He needed Daegan; no games, no artifice. He needed his Master to fill him, to bring balance. To help him figure it out.

“Ah, vampire hunter. You destroy me.” Kneeling behind him, Daegan put his hands on Gideon’s ass, fingers flexing against the cheeks. “Tighten up. I want to push in hard, make you feel the burn. It will help you last longer.”

Gideon complied, grunted with the exertion as Daegan shoved in through the harness’s wide ring. The tightened muscles held against his entry for a blink, but once he was at a certain point, it all gave way. Gideon lost control, welcoming him so Daegan slid in deep, his balls slamming up against his own, a sensation that spurred his reaction into the red zone.

“Fuck…” He wasn’t sure which of them said it, but maybe both. Daegan hadn’t been kidding. He was in the mood to give Gideon a rough ride. He pistoned into him, only his powerful hold on Gideon’s hips keeping him from being thrust forward against the collar’s hold so his air was cut off. Gideon lifted his ass up to him, cognizant of the restraints on his ankles and knees keeping him in place for that punishing, soul-level fuck. Jesus…God…

His balls drew up again. Master…coming…

“Come for me, Gideon. Come now.”

“You too,” Gideon grunted it out, a strangled sound. “Aw, fuck…”

His cock spurted. While a thirdmark could come far more often, after they reached a certain point, they would dry-come, like a normal male. Gideon experienced the incredible intensity of that, because after the streams of hot semen splashed against the floor beneath him, against his wrists and knees, he kept coming, his body bucking jerking, humping air. Daegan fucked him thoroughly, slamming in again and again, burning and stretching Gideon’s ass to the point he thought he might be bleeding in among the pleasure of it all. His cock was in agony and still hard as a rock, those stainless steel teeth biting down on him. It didn’t matter. Daegan’s breath got harsh and rasping and Gideon clamped down on that irresistible cock inside him. His balls slapped rhythmically against Gideon’s, an incredible sensation that just goaded him further.

Come on, come for me, let me feel it.

Daegan let go with a snarl, those fingers tightening until Gideon was pretty sure his pelvis was in danger of being snapped beneath that strong grip. He didn’t care. Daegan could break every bone in his body, and he’d just beg for more. He moved with him, not caring that the pressure of the collar against his windpipe increased until black spots started to fill his vision and his breath started to rasp and wheeze against it.

Slowing down. Slowing. The chain eased, the slack pooling in a cool weight between his shoulder blades. Gideon necessarily went down to his elbows, breathing hard, swaying back and forth. Daegan dropped down over him, his arm sliding around his chest, his face pressed into the back of Gideon’s neck. The vampire’s lips touched him there, the graze of his fangs, and then they punctured skin. He’d fed earlier, but this was different, a possessive marking. A vampire’s idea of cuddling, because Anwyn did it pretty often after sex as well. Though her fangs were more like a kitten’s, whereas Daegan’s were obviously cousin to a mountain lion’s.

Daegan’s lips curved against his neck. They didn’t move for a while, just stayed melded to one another like that. Probably literally, because between the blood, sweat and come, Gideon was probably like one of those sticky frogs that Velcro’ed themselves to glass surfaces on Southern summer nights. Of course most of that stickiness was on his front. His back was all about Daegan’s sweat, because the vampire had actually worked himself up to a light perspiration that made his muscles slide pleasantly against Gideon’s back as he shifted. He cruised up to Gideon’s ear, nipped him there. Then he reached beneath him and deftly unlocked the prongs, as well as the cock harness, pulling it all free as the vampire himself pulled out. Gideon groaned at both the loss and the agony of relief, pressing his cheek to the floor to steady himself.

He was able to lift his head enough to let Daegan unlace the head mask, pull that loose. Air touched his cheeks, his forehead, his hair matted against his temples and neck. Daegan released all his chains but that first one, the one on his wrist. Gideon cracked open his eyes, saw Daegan squatting before him, a pleasurable view of his bare thighs, the still somewhat-erect cock, his sizeable testicle sac. Gideon had never been one to eye a guy’s junk, but everything about Daegan’s body got him aroused, even that.

It wasn’t the physical. It was Daegan that aroused him.

There was that uncomfortable thread again. He still didn’t have the brain cells—or maybe the guts—to follow that thread, but another instinct drove him. Reaching out with his free hand, he curved it around Daegan’s calf, just above the ankle, before the male could rise. If Gideon touched Daegan voluntarily, it was usually the precursor to an attack, so Daegan visibly went on alert, ready to counter him. But Gideon was acting on pure feeling, no thought to give him away. As a result, something entirely different took over Daegan’s expression as Gideon shifted enough to press his mouth to the vampire’s bare foot.

He stayed there, eyes closing, fingers tightening on his Master in a sudden fierce need to hold him like this, stay like this, until he could bear to move, to handle the tide of emotions washing through him. Emotions that weren’t all his own. The vampire bent over him, sliding his arms under Gideon’s body. He laid his cheek on the curve of his back.

“It’s all right,” Daegan murmured. “I’ve got you, Gideon. Everything you give is safe with me, remember? Everything.”

Gideon nodded, not sure how to respond, throat to raw to speak. He wasn’t sure what was happening, what he was feeling, but something had changed in this moment. Something significant.

At length, Daegan eased back. He put Gideon into a seated position, his back against the wall, the one hand still manacled, his knees bent and feet flat on the floor. Daegan rose. “Stay there.”

Gideon managed to loll his head toward the manacle, arched a brow. “Where d’you think I’m going?” Hell, his voice was slurred like he was drunk.

“I never underestimate you, vampire hunter.” Daegan gave him a flash of that devastating grin, and then he was moving away to the next room. Gideon got way too good a view of that perfect ass and muscular body, the grace and power with which it moved. It would stir the libido of a dead man. Even a dead straight man.

When Daegan came back, he had a basin, some soap, a wash cloth and other items. “I can clean myself up,” Gideon protested weakly, but Daegan gave him a look, went to one knee next to him.

“It is my right as your Master. I don’t have to bind you to do this, do I? Will you obey me, be still for me, Gideon?”

Be still. It was how this had all started. Learning stillness under Daegan’s touch. Gideon gave him a nod after a long moment, his jaw tightening. It was still strange as hell to watch Daegan’s capable, male hands moving over him, wiping the come off his chest, making him lift his chin to get to his throat, using the soap on his arm pits and then working his way down to sore cock and balls. Daegan was thorough, firm but gentle, and it made Gideon feel so odd, sitting there silent, watching him do it all, moving only when he ordered him to adjust. Daegan even stroked his hands through Gideon’s hair, loosening it from where it had matted, combing it back with his fingers.

He balked a bit when Daegan had him rise and commanded him to grab his ankles so he could shoot some soothing herbal shit into his ass, but Daegan patiently waited him out again, giving him that implacable look. When Gideon complied, he listened to the soft splash of water as Daegan caught most of it in the basin. The vampire mopped up the rest off his thighs and buttocks with the towels. As he did all that, Gideon realized he was back in that floating trance state. Happy to…just be.

Daegan took him back to a seated position and brought him a bottle of water, opening it for him. Then he really unsettled Gideon by sitting down himself. Against the wall, right behind Gideon, pulling him up between his thighs. He adjusted him so Gideon could slouch down, his tired head resting partly on Daegan’s chest and shoulder, his one arm draped on Daegan’s knee, the other loose across his own abdomen. His naked body was sprawled out for Daegan’s view, but he was essentially cradled in Daegan’s arms, held between his thighs. The male stroked his knuckles down Gideon’s sternum, teasing a nipple as he directed Gideon to drink, even closing a hand on his wrist so Gideon had to bring the bottle to his mouth.

“Drink, vampire hunter. This day is far from over. I’m not through with you yet.”

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