Storywitch's "Book of Shadows"

Well, in order to stay on top of my deadlines, I’m going to give you all Round 7 and Round 8/Finale in the same timeframe – posting Round 7 now, and you should see Round 8 later tonight or tomorrow sometime!

After that, I’ll have to take a hiatus from the vignettes while I catch up on Hostile Takeover (Ben’s story) and the next Arcane Shot book, but hopefully I’ll be doing a prequel vignette on Ben in late summer, early fall to get the ball rolling on our vignettes again!

In the meantime, hope you enjoy these last two rounds featuring Daegan and Gideon.

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“Well, as much as I like Sons of Anarchy, I’ve got to say that beat the hell out of an SOA marathon.”

Daegan chuckled. In mutual accord, they’d decided to take a little air, strolling around the warehouse district where Club Atlantis was located. There wasn’t much activity this time of night except the occasional sighting of a security guard or homeless person. Here and there they caught a glimpse of a more unsavory element, clinging to the shadows, but nothing of the caliber—or stupidity—that would bother two males capable of dismantling a human body one cracked joint at a time.

“Look at that.” With easy strength, Gideon hiked himself up onto a loading dock and reached behind the stack of empty pallets there. Pulling out a football, he tossed it a few feet in the air and caught it. “They must throw it around when they’re waiting on deliveries. Hey, go long.” He smirked. “Reasonably long, like thirty yards. Not thirty miles down the road.”

“You can’t throw it that far? I’m disappointed.”

Gideon threw, and of course Daegan was already waiting where he’d aimed it, springing with a panther’s grace to catch it out of the air. “I think mindreading is against NFL rules. Toss it back.”

Daegan paused, considering the ball. In about two blinks, Gideon realized he was replaying it in his head, how it had been thrown. Analyzing it. “You’re shitting me. You’ve never thrown a football?”

“The game has not been around that long.”

“Yeah, if you’re ancient.” Gideon grinned at Daegan’s slightly defensive tone. Something the vampire didn’t know shit about. Now there was a Red Sea miracle. He walked across the parking lot to him. “Here, let me show you.”

When Daegan passed him the ball, Gideon palmed it, showed him where to wrap his hand, the L-shape that brought his fingertips along the lacing. “Now, when you throw it, you want to get some spin on it. The key’s the release point, top of the throwing arc, and your footwork. You want to step into it.”

Daegan studied him closely as Gideon made the motion. “Being a vamp, you can probably sling the thing halfway across the universe, with enough force to shatter the laws of physics, but if you’re working within mortal boundaries, this helps.”

“All right.” Daegan took it back from him, positioned his hand as Gideon had shown him. Almost.

“A little further under. There it is.” Gideon helped adjust his grip, stepping into alignment with him. After a brief hesitation, he used the movement of his own body to put the vampire through the proper form, taking hold of Daegan’s wrist to bring the ball back, the pressure of his chest and thigh to demonstrate how he needed to pivot, and come back square with the ball’s direction. It put Daegan’s ass up against his pelvis. Gideon’s hand dropped to his waist, his fingers curving loosely into the belt loop of Daegan’s slacks, his thumb on the rise of his ass. All to help him throw the ball right, of course. But it reminded him, vividly, of what they’d been doing before they’d been role playing for Shannon and her Master.

He was feeling pretty good and loose right now, but the proximity reminded him that neither of them had found release in that chamber. He was tempted to take a bite out of Daegan’s neck, press his cock harder against his ass. He could feel Daegan’s stillness, his awareness of the desire, but before anything could come of it, Gideon stepped back. “I think you got it. Let’s see it.”

“Go…long?” Daegan arched a brow at him. Giving him a tight grin, Gideon took off across the parking lot.

It was a decent first attempt, but Gideon had to use his third mark speed, because it went a little wide and wild. He talked Daegan through it a couple more times, and of course the vampire was a quick study. He was doing an acceptable spin by the time they took a seat on the loading dock and set the ball aside.

“We need some beer,” Gideon noted. “I think there was a place—”

“Thirty seconds.”

Gideon opened his mouth, but Daegan was gone. Thirty seconds? Jesus. He’d time the guy, but wanted to give him the latitude to buy Bubble Yum or Pop Rocks if he wanted to do so. Of course, that made him think of the sexual use for Pop Rocks, the candy’s fizz on the flesh, tingling against the mouth of the person covering them. He adjusted himself in the jeans. If he thought he could get away with it, he’d jack off so his mind wasn’t so much on sex. Food would help.

Hey, some Twinkies would be great if they’ve got ‘em. The yellow cake kind, not the chocolate. And some Fritos. Barbecue flavor.

Eleven seconds later, Daegan dropped a grocery bag next to him, giving him a sardonic look. “Anything else?”

“Did you steal those?”

“I left money by the cash register. Probably overpaid.”

Gideon grunted, started on the Fritos. Daegan tried one, then leaned back on one arm, lifting the beer to his mouth. He’d sat down close, such that the arm was positioned just behind Gideon, his hip brushing Gideon’s, and it didn’t bug him. In fact, it kept him kind of revved.

“Which is why I did it, vampire hunter. We’re not done yet, remember?” Daegan gave him that heavy-lidded look. “And no, you wouldn’t have gotten away with it. Cock getting harder?”

“Not going to tell you if it is.”

Daegan bared fangs, that wicked, dangerous smile that sent another shot of arousal straight to the place in question. Gideon decided he’d move it off that footing for awhile, one, because his curiosity was getting the better of him, and two, because he really did want the snacks. He gestured with the Twinkie. “You can’t throw a football, which is the most pansy-assed thing I’ve ever heard. But sometime during X times a hundred years you had to take advantage of your super-fast, super-hard-to-detect mad skills to peek in a really hot girl’s bedroom. Or hang out in a sorority for a Girls-Gone-Wild video-in-training. If you give me details, I’ll let the football thing slide. I won’t accuse you of being a total girl. Or tell James, because it’s just more fun to make fun of someone if you have help.”

“I haven’t been involved in any sports in the past several hundred years.” Daegan shrugged. “It’s difficult when you can lap the field before anyone moves.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s a lame excuse. You’re just a big pussy nerd with fangs.”

“Sports used to be about testing combat skills; they weren’t for million dollar contracts that put you above the law if you killed your pregnant girlfriend or got caught with illegal drugs.”

“So you’re saying Lancelot didn’t get all sorts of groupie sex because of the way he handled his lance?”

“I’m not going to dignify that with a response.”

"So now we can add sanctimonious, self-righteous and pretentious to the list. Oh, I forgot, they’re all the same thing. Pansy-assed. Isn’t there a Latin word for that? Pansius Assidus. I’m sure someone who spends more time reading than watching TV would know the right word."

“If there was, I wouldn’t waste the knowledge on a Neanderthal who only reads cartoon books or magazines with centerfolds of naked women."

“Now you’re just trying to hurt my feelings. And you totally blew off the Girls-Gone-Wild thing.”

“I might be inclined to share a few stories, if you share another Frito.”

Gideon offered him another and Daegan took it. Vamps could eat small bites of things without it messing up their constitution, and Gideon felt absurdly pleased that Daegan seemed to like the taste of something he’d chosen.

“I’ll like tasting it on your lips better.” The idle observation, the way Daegan’s gaze lingered on his mouth, gave Gideon that restless feeling, but the vampire was in a similar mood, willing to be lazy about it, take his time. Of course, that altered Gideon’s interest, perversely ramped it up, but he sat on it, played it cool. Didn’t matter if Daegan could read it from his mind or not, because Gideon knew Daegan wasn’t as cool as he was pretending to be. His cock wasn’t the only one getting hard, and that gave Gideon an unexpectedly pleasant feeling, with the right edgy bite to it. No pun intended.

Daegan offered him an arch look, leaning back again as he took another swallow of beer. His gaze flickered over the area, doing a sweep as he always did. Always watchful. Always protective.

During the lull, Gideon replayed the football lesson in his mind. The crease of concentration on Daegan’s fine brow as he figured out how to do something he’d never done before, something Gideon could show him. He hadn’t ever really thought about Daegan’s childhood, but he guessed it was pretty strange. Not a lot of tossing around the pigskin with Dad or other kids.

“Your father taught you how to throw a football?”

Gideon slanted him a glance. It was odd, sometimes, how Daegan would follow his thoughts like that and then just come in as if they were having a conversation. He kind of liked it. “No, that was my coach. My dad was a bookworm, a teacher. But he came to my games, found me books and articles about top players and winning strategies, things that made me a better player.”

Daegan made a quiet noise, then Gideon yelped as the vampire caught the back hem of his T-shirt, pulled it up and swiped the cold beer bottle along his lower back. Twisting around, he tried for a punch, and his arm was caught, Daegan using the momentum to turn him, roll him to his side. The vampire had him pinned, Gideon’s arm angled against his spine, Daegan’s other hand on the back of his neck. Gideon went still. He could struggle, try to break the pin, but when Daegan lowered his mouth to his nape, held the contact there, Gideon found himself waiting, wanting.

“You rolled me on the other bag of Fritos,” he said. “Asshole.”

“When you showed me how to throw the football, you wanted to fuck me, Gideon. I saw a glimpse of it in your mind.” Daegan’s grip shifted, going from the back of the throat to the front, holding tight, a Master’s threat in the grip. “You want me to surrender to you, the way you do to me or Anwyn? Top me?”

The smartass response—though not really the smartest answer— was, “Yeah, what you going to do about it?” But that wasn’t the truth, was it? Watching Daegan’s absorption with throwing a football had reminded Gideon of the handful of times he’d caught the vampire watching him and Anwyn, almost like someone who’d stood outside the candy store all his life looking in. Which was crazy, right? He should give the smartass answer and take the consequences.

But part of what they’d been teaching him was not to lie about the emotional shit. Well, not to lie about the unexpected things. They indulged a certain level of bullshit about the expected things.

He waffled on it, and as he did, Daegan levered him back to a seated position, releasing his arm. Shifting to sit beside him, shoulder to shoulder, he lasered him with those dark eyes. Gideon couldn’t tell if he was reading his mind or not, but he had a feeling he wasn’t. Sometimes Daegan did that, wanted to hear it straight from the lips first. “I’m waiting, Gideon.”

He thought it through serious, no wise cracking. When at last he spoke, he did so slowly, working it out.

“Yeah, I do want to fuck you, but not the way you’re thinking. You’ve been in control for so long…I figured you’d like the chance to let go sometime. Not just to me. I’d want Anwyn there, that’s important. I wonder if you could trust us enough to take care of you. Like you do when you sleep."

It was ridiculous, how much that meant to him and Anwyn, the few times Daegan had slept deep, letting down his guard, trusting them to watch over him.

“It’s not like I’m…topping you, or whatever they call it. It’s like I’m still serving you, a different way, a way you can trust me to do, because I’m…" He cleared his throat. "Your servant.”

Daegan’s eyes had gone full dark, elevating Gideon’s heart rate, because that always meant the vampire was pretty worked up, on a lot of dangerous levels. His lips barely moved. "Say the word that was in your head, Gideon. The one you were almost brave enough to say."

“Not sure if I can. It goes against a lot of things…" Hell, it was the truth. He swallowed, hard. Really hard. "Your slave."

That blackness in Daegan’s gaze caught fire. Gideon saw it, accepted it, burned in it. Jesus, he’d follow him into Hell if that’s where the Devil said this guy needed to go. He and Anwyn, they’d link arms with him and go anywhere, do anything to be at his side, take care of him. To be chained to him. So yeah, slave fit. Slave actually felt pretty damn good. Though he sure as hell wasn’t going to say it in front of anyone else, ever.

Daegan’s lips curved then, acknowledging the challenge. But he ran his knuckles along Gideon’s cheek, a surprisingly tender gesture. "Perhaps we will do this fantasy of yours one day. I like it when you open your heart, Gideon. It takes a can opener of monstrous proportions, but when it happens, you always surprise me.” His mouth got firm, taut, making Gideon want to bite his lips. “In there with Shannon, when you called me Master, I wanted to eat you alive. I want to eat you alive now.”

The docks were pretty deserted; there were a lot of shadows. Gideon wouldn’t deny him, he knew that. Not now, probably not ever.

“No, not this time. I want you in the place you belong. My bed.”

Gideon met his gaze. “The dungeon might make more sense. I still have five strikes to go with that strap.”

“That you do. But we’ll hold that for later. As much as I enjoy punishing you, right now, I want this far more.”

* * * * *

Daegan’s bed. He didn’t sleep there with Daegan, not without Anwyn. When they came into the room, Daegan put his hand over Gideon’s before he could snap on the light. Instead, he tangled their fingers together, put his mouth on the juncture of throat and shoulder, where the stretched collar of the T-shirt allowed him access. As he sank his fangs into Gideon’s flesh, just the tips, Gideon’s brain scrambled with lust. It was demand, passion, but it wasn’t rough and violent. There was no fight here. This was pure, overwhelming seduction, Daegan taking everything out from under him. A continuation of the lesson Gideon realized the vampire had been hammering into his head the whole time.

Yes, Gideon. This is you and me. I want my servant, my slave. I want to take him down, be balls deep inside of him, hear his cries of pleasure, his plea for release, and know he’s all mine.

Those capable fingers were removing the T-shirt, opening his jeans with a deft tug, but the words created an overpowering set of wants in Gideon as well. He twisted in Daegan’s grasp, caught his mouth with his own. He locked his other set of fingers around Daegan’s, so it was like they were wrestlers, facing off, about to begin. Or dancers, if Gideon was willing to admit he danced. Which he wasn’t, but if he did dance, Daegan was clearly leading now. He was moving them toward the bed while Gideon did his level best to devour his mouth. When Daegan’s fang speared his lip, Gideon cursed, even as he embraced the pain, his cock becoming even more of a steel bar when Daegan suckled that blood off him. Thank God he’d unzipped his jeans or he’d be in pain. Jesus, the guy was so bloody strong. He maneuvered Gideon back to that oversized bed, spun him and shoved him down face forward. Gideon caught the covers in his fists as Daegan’s mouth landed on his bare spine, his hands inside the open jeans, gripping Gideon’s ass, fondling, kneading.

All the way up on the bed, Gideon. Get in the center on knees and elbows. I want to see your submission to me. It will make me so hard, I might stand over you and jack off against your back, your fine, fine ass. Perhaps it, and the strapping I will give you later, will remind you that you do not have the right to jack off whenever you have the craving. Your seed, your release, belongs to me and your Mistress.

When Daegan reached between Gideon’s spread thighs, gripped his cock in his strong hand, Gideon groaned, fisting the coverlet again. Then he remembered, letting go, spreading out trembling fingers.

“Good man,” the vampire whispered in the darkness. “Good boy. My good slave.”

It was dark, dark and quiet here, like the inside of a womb. One of those crazy montages was playing through Gideon’s mind, the things that led to this moment. Anwyn, curled up between them in the bed at night, but turned face first into Gideon’s chest, holding him close as Daegan held them both, his fingers trailing Gideon’s back, his forearm resting on Anwyn’s hip. Daegan, standing for him at the Council meeting. The vampire had also come to Gideon, found him when he’d bolted from the both of them. When he’d decided to come back, she and Daegan had welcomed him home like people waking up from a grieving period.

Finally, tonight, everything that had happened. But especially that moment where Daegan, not so proud he wouldn’t let Gideon show him something as basic as throwing a football, had underscored he was interested in what Gideon had to offer. That odd candy-store look had been on Daegan’s face as he watched Gideon teach him.

It had always been easier for Gideon to believe Anwyn was the glue that held the three of them together. And he loved his Mistress with everything he was, but now, with Daegan’s mouth trailing over his spine, his fingers caressing him and sending his mind spiraling, he was getting a really off-the-wall, crazy thought.

Maybe Gideon was the glue that made things work for all three of them, and the only thing standing in the way of it being Super-Glue, not Elmer’s, was his refusal to embrace that, what it meant.

He’d do anything for Anwyn, but that wasn’t the end of it. Standing separately in his mind was how he felt about Daegan. He’d die for the guy, fight to the last drop of blood for him. He’d wanted to tear apart the young vamps who’d gotten the jump on him tonight. In fact, he needed to go fight them now, rather than fight the way this felt, unfolding inside him.

“Gideon.” Daegan’s touch softened, stroked his hair. “Easy, vampire hunter. You’re shaking. It’s all right.”

Gideon shook his head. In the darkness, there was nothing but truth. I love you. I love you as much as I love her, damn it. I don’t want to fight that shit anymore. I want you to have everything.

Stillness. Utter weighted stillness. Daegan’s fingers shifted, curved around his throat, brought him up so his ass rested on his heels. The vampire was suddenly on the bed right in front of him, those eyes containing some crimson flame, because Gideon could see their flicker.

“Say it to me, Gideon.” Daegan’s voice had a rough quality. Gideon could make out a strain to his handsome features, an intensity that made him want to touch Daegan’s firm mouth, much as he touched Anwyn’s face when he knew she needed him. So he did. Reaching out to touch, he wasn’t at all surprised when Daegan caught his wrist, stopped him. In fact, it broke Gideon’s heart open even more, because of what it told him.

“I’m going to touch you. Only way you’re stopping me is if you break my arm.”

Daegan’s jaw flexed, and then his hold loosened enough that Gideon brought his knuckles to the male’s face, slid his fingers into his hair to tighten, tug. Daegan had opened the silk shirt, and so Gideon let his fingers slide down his sternum, aware of the thud beneath the firm flesh. Daegan curled back a lip, showing a sharp fang, but his eyes kept their intense lock on Gideon’s face.

“Say it to me,” the vampire repeated. “Can you?”

“Yeah. Not sure if I can say it more than once, though.” But that was a lie. His heart had been saying it for awhile now, with every other thump, the in-between beats for Anwyn. “I love you. Master. I mean it. And everything that means to me.”

Daegan nodded. “I want you take your hands off me now, Gideon. Lock them behind your back, lift your chin. Show me your devotion by obeying. For once.”

That made Gideon grin, no help for it, but the wry twist to Daegan’s lips said he’d intended that response, was giving him a chance to ease up. He knew how hard the emotional could be for Gideon. But Gideon didn’t feel overtaxed by it right now. It felt…peaceful. Right. And overwhelming.

He swayed, but Daegan’s arm slid under his, palm flat on the center of Gideon’s back, steadying him, bringing him close to Daegan’s chest. The vampire pushed Gideon’s face down into his shoulder before he leaned over him, punctured his throat from the back, sinking the fangs in deep as they could go as he held a tight grip on his nape, an excruciating physical and emotional demand. Gideon was held fast, curved over in that submissive posture to his Master.

His fingers locked together, biceps flexing with the effort of resistance. He wanted to touch him. Needed. Fuck…Master. Let me touch you.

Instead, Daegan moved off the bed, shrugged out of the shirt, opened the slacks. In a tantalizing moment, he was completely naked, showing a fierce erection, already tipped with fluid that Gideon’s enhanced sense of smell detected and inhaled like a cocaine fix. For all that he was pale, the guy had a body meant for fucking. Daegan got back on the bed, his gaze on Gideon’s.

Eyes down, servant. And keep your hands behind your back.

Gideon fought the overwhelming urge to disobey, to simply tackle him. His muscles were quivering with the strain of self-deprivation. When Daegan moved against his body, his heavy, aroused cock dragged across Gideon’s thigh, making the long groin muscle flex. He had to resist the overwhelming desire to push against Daegan, insist, demand, hell, beg. Especially when Daegan reached behind him, teasingly close to Gideon’s tangled fingers, and gripped his ass, a tight hold as he nudged Gideon’s jaw to the side, sank his fangs in at another spot, making Gideon curse and draw in an aroused breath at once.

But then he got the keys to Heaven. Daegan’s touch moved over Gideon’s clasped hands, loosened the fingers, approval for him to do as he desired. He didn’t need a second invitation. His fingers bit into Daegan’s ass as the male suckled his throat. He felt Daegan’s cock brush his belly again, the damp tip marking him. Gideon ran his hands up the male’s back, over the architecture of powerful muscle, lean, perfect, invincible. And all his, in a way that few understood, particularly when it was him who was the servant, taking the orders. That didn’t matter. He knew what he knew.

Sliding his fingers back into Daegan’s hair, Gideon clutched as the male pulled blood from his throat. His chest pressed against Daegan’s, and the slide of a nipple across his own was enough to send fire jolting down into his balls. He pressed into that cock aggressively now. He wasn’t some girl, willing to wait. He wanted to be fucked, wanted his Master to take him down, take him hard. But he also didn’t want to give up this contact.

You will have the chance again. If you deserve it. Back down on knees and elbows, vampire hunter. I want to take what’s mine. Don’t make me force you. I command you to do all this willingly, surrender the same as you started.

Gideon managed it, though he knew Daegan understood just how difficult it was to give up the contact, as well as resist the need to fight. Somehow he swallowed it down. It was worth it. When Daegan’s body slid over his, covering him, his arm braced along the outside of Gideon’s, he felt something powerful and overwhelming move inside his heart. Putting his forehead against the powerful biceps, he closed his eyes. Bit into the male’s flesh, hard, as Daegan slid his lubricated cock into Gideon’s ass, coming in, and in, and in, until he was fully seated, ever the demanding Master. His Master.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Hold me tight, Gideon. I want to feel you come all the way to your soul.” Daegan began to thrust, and he knew just how to do it. Strong and relentless, hitting the right spot inside, so it was an insistent squeeze, stroke and push all together, making Gideon’s world spiral out of control within five strokes.

“You beg when you want to come. I want to hear it.”

“Fuck…” Gideon muttered it, and Daegan caught his hair, giving him that delicious edge of pain in amid the crazed pleasure.

“All mine, vampire hunter. Your fine, fine ass is mine. Say it.”

“Yours. Fuck, all yours. Please…”

He never thought he’d beg. Never thought he’d love one vampire, let alone two, with this all-consuming fire and need. But with them, his soul was split wide open, every dark fear and need exposed, and the scariest part was, he trusted them with all of it. Anwyn and Daegan. Together or apart, they both owned him. He’d serve them with everything he was, whether they needed him to be a wiseass, give them his challenge and resistance, or this, proof that all of it meant the same thing. He loved them. And nothing would ever change that.

“Keep begging.”

“Please…” He was grunting with every thrust. Jesus, the guy could use that cock, and his strength, to take someone right to the edge of agony and ecstasy at once. Daegan’s balls slapped against his, and then the vampire took his elbows out from under him. With his arm banded across Gideon’s chest, he pressed him down in the quilts, his pelvis tucked in flush to Gideon’s, working him hard against the mattress, pummeling him. He was trapped, overwhelmed by the vamp’s strength, and knew Daegan was making it clear he was completely overwhelmed, submitting to him utterly, no fight. Gideon thrashed beneath him, but the climax was taking him. He humped up against Daegan’s thrust, trying to reach that point, knowing he couldn’t until Daegan said so, but he wanted to let Daegan feel the clutch of his muscles, the flex of his ass, and make him come along for the ride as well. That was half of it, right? He might surrender, but he was never going to be docile.

“Not unless hell freezes over. Thank God. Come for me, Gideon. Come now.”

“You, too…come too.”

They came together, a hot release of seed, male groans of satisfaction. Slick bodies moving against one another, hard muscle giving way, then arching and flexing once more. In that last moment, Daegan’s hands found Gideon’s, and he was staring at their interlaced fingers, the way they clutched and held on, then convulsed as the male vampire’s body bucked and moved with ripples of sheer power against every inch of his. He could break Gideon’s fingers, but he didn’t. He protected, even as he gave him everything.

When the world slowed, Gideon felt overcome, conquered. Willingly conquered, at least for this moment.

Daegan’s lips curved against the back of Gideon’s shoulder. “I always expect that caveat, vampire hunter. But there are some lines you can’t back away from, not once you’ve stepped across them.”

“I don’t want to.” Gideon was flat on the covers, trapped beneath the vampire, and okay with that, particularly when Daegan nuzzled his throat, gave him a nip and worked his hips against his ass, setting off some low level tremors inside. “What the hell are you doing?” His words were slurred.

“Enjoying my slave. I plan to fuck his ass several more times before his Mistress returns. I want her to see I used him well, made him sore.” Daegan slid his arm under his waist, brought him back to the all fours position, pushing him gently to his elbows. “We’re going to take care of those five strikes, then I’m going to fuck you all over again, vampire hunter. I want you exhausted by dawn, so I know you won’t leave this bed while I sleep.”

“Only when I…go fetch your newspaper and…slippers.” Gideon struggled to hold the position Daegan had ordered. His cock was throbbing in response to that threat, Holy Mother. He guessed before this was all done, he’d have a better idea how much stamina that thirdmark actually gave a servant. But no matter what, he had a feeling he wouldn’t outlast Daegan. And that just didn’t sit right. He’d figure out how to keep pace with him. Or make the vampire give out first.

He heard Daegan’s chuckle, then the vampire had left him. Gideon stayed on his elbows, forehead on the covers, and knew his mind was drifting in that place Ella talked about. He was in the state where it didn’t matter what his Master or Mistress wanted; he would provide it, be it, do whatever they wished. If Daegan wanted to shove rebar through his chest right now, Gideon wouldn’t stop him.

“But I would stop anyone who thought they could do such a thing.” The paddle teased his buttock, the curve of testicles. “Your Mistress is on her way home, Gideon. She just told me.”

Pleasure spiraled up in his chest, his lower belly, and he knew Daegan felt it as well. They instantly wanted her here right now. With the sex still ripe and sharp in the room, the idea of plunging her in the middle of it, seeing how she’d twist and sculpt it for her own pleasure, filled the brain waves between them in a heartbeat.

“Soon. She’ll be here soon. She has a special gift for you,” Daegan added. “A surprise. I just made a call upstairs to be sure the preparations are in place for it. And no, I won’t tell you what the surprise is.”

“What am I? Eight?”

“Only in maturity.” Gideon gave a yelp as Daegan spun the strap, gave him an unexpected smack with it. “Count them off, Gideon. Last five. At least until you need discipline again.”

“Asshole. Maybe you ought to add a few, start a credit for me.”

“That’s Master Asshole, and you shouldn’t tempt fate, Gideon.”

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