The Sacrifice (11 page)

“Why not? You do it to guys all the time,” I point out. “And
besides he hasn’t actually, uh, done that yet.”

“
What
?” Her shriek nearly deafens me. “You mean he accepted
you as his Sacrifice but he still hasn’t claimed you yet?”

“I wouldn’t say he hasn’t laid claim to me,” I say, thinking of
the collar I’m currently wearing. If that isn’t a mark of ownership, I don’t
know what is.

“Well, why hasn’t he fucked you? Is he gay or something?”

“Most definitely not,” I assure her. There’s no doubt that Aiden
likes females. “He’s just…taking his time. He seems to think the anticipation
will, uh, heighten the experience.”

“Weird…” Lexy sounds almost thoughtful. Then she switches gears
again. “So can I come over and see his place?” she asks, sounding as playful as
a puppy eager to explore.

I’m tempted to say yes and ask her to bring me a selection of
clothes from my apartment. Aiden promised to fetch them for me but so far that
doesn’t seem to be happening. However, two thoughts stop me. One, I’m not sure
how Aiden would feel about me inviting someone over to his house without asking
his permission first. In fact, I think the odds are that it would piss him
off—a lot. And two, I’m still wearing this stupid harness. If I sit very still,
as I am now, I can almost forget the damn dildo is up inside me. But the idea
of seeing someone I know—even Lexy—while wearing it, is just too freaking weird.
Even if I kept it hidden, I would still be able to feel it up there and I’m
sure she would notice me walking funny and then it would all come out and…uh-uh,
no way.

“Sorry,” I say reluctantly. “But I don’t think it’s a good idea
right now. Maybe I can ask him later.”

“Oh.” She sounds crestfallen. “Well, how about we just meet for
lunch? I can at least pick you up, even if I don’t go inside, can’t I?”

“Uh, I don’t think I’m allowed to go out,” I say. The thought that
I’m a prisoner in this house gives me a sudden lump in my throat. “I…I’m pretty
sure I’m supposed to stay in the house.”

“
What
?” Lexy sounds pissed. “He can’t do that to you—order
you around like that!”

“Actually, he can,” I say. “I mean, that’s pretty much what being
the Sacrifice means, doesn’t it? I’m his…his property.” I swallow hard but the
lump won’t go down and suddenly I want to cry. “I’m…I’m
stuck
here for a
year. I can’t even go out to attend any classes.”

“Oh, Emma!” Lexy sounds genuinely worried about me. “Honey, please
don’t cry! I wish I was there to give you a hug.”

“I wish you were too,” I say, sniffing. “I could use a hug right
about now.”

“I’m sure you could and Mr. Bossypants Vampire Overlord is too
high and mighty to give you one, isn’t he?”

She’s completely serious but her new nickname for Aiden makes me
want to laugh instead of crying. “That’s one way to put it.” I sigh. “Look, I
probably shouldn’t stay on too long. This is one of those old fashioned land
lines and I’m not sure if he has the phone monitored or something creepy like
that.”

“What are you going to do for the rest of the day? Just file your
nails and wait like a good little girl for Daddy Vamp to come home?”

“Right now I’m exploring,” I say. “Trying to figure out a little
more about him. I thought maybe if I understood him things here might be…well,
a little easier.”

“Of course they would!” Lexy sounds excited again. “I’ll try to
dig some dirt on my end too.”

“And how will you do that?” I ask. “You going to start frequenting
the blood bars?”

“Of course not, silly. I’ll just sleep with a few of his fellow
vamps. There’s nothing like a little pillow talk for getting information.”

“That’s very sweet of you, Lexy,” I say. “But you don’t have to
sleep with half the vamps in the Bay Area just for me.”

“Who says it’s just for you? I’m kind of on a vamp kick right
now.” She says casually, as though confessing she’s been craving a certain type
of latte at Starbucks.

“Really? And what happened to the werewolf you were lusting after
last night?” I demand.

“Booooriiiing.” Lexy yawns. “You know he didn’t even last five
minutes before blowing his load? Ugh—at least vampires are never premature
ejaculators. Most of them have had
years
to learn to get it right.”

“Whatever you say,” I tell her. “But look, I really should go
now.”

“Okay. Just try and call me when you can. I’m saving this number
under
Emma’s master’s house.
Okay?”

“What?” I jump as though she stuck me with a pin. “Why would you
call it that? Who say he was my master?”

“He did, when he claimed you last night,” Lexy says cheerfully.
“Talk to you later, cuz.”

And with a click, she’s gone.

Chapter Ten

After Lexy hangs up, I have a moment of dejection. She’s more than
my cousin—she’s my best friend and biggest cheerleader. I wonder when I’ll get
to see her again. I guess I’ll have to ask Aiden about it tonight.

Just the thought that I have to ask permission to see a friend
pisses me off and I go from depression to irritation in an instant. Then I
catch myself—Goddess, I’m really going through a wide range of emotions lately.
I’m sure part of it is due to my new life situation but I’m also afraid my
frequent mood swings might mean the onset of one of my rare but horrible
periods. I’m really irregular and usually don’t get them more than three or
four times a year but believe me, that’s more than enough.

Well, on the bright side, if I
do
get my period, Aiden will
have to let me go home—at least for a while. I have a certain herb brew that I
keep ready, which is the only thing that keeps the cramps bearable. I usually
take it and curl up in my darkened bedroom for twenty-four hours until the
worst of the pain passes. Without it, I’m completely incapacitated and I don’t
think my new master will be too enthusiastic about having a deathly ill sex
slave who can’t even lift her head, let alone do anything kinky. Of course, I
haven’t had The Dream yet—the one that always comes right before my period. So
maybe it’s just my new circumstances that are making me emotional.

I realize I am still holding the heavy old fashioned phone receiver
in one hand as I think and a soft beeping is coming from the earpiece. I put it
down with an audible
clunk
and spin the black chair restlessly. As I do,
my eyes fasten on the laptop again. I reach for it…and draw back. Snooping in
my new master’s computer is probably the biggest no-no I could commit. A lot of
men don’t even want their girlfriends seeing what they look at online and I’m
nothing to Aiden but a slave.

But I won’t be snooping,
I argue with myself, my fingers still itching to open it.
I’ll
just check my e-mail and send a message to some of my professors saying I’ve
had a personal complication and I might not be in class for a while. Then I’ll
shut it down and leave everything exactly where I found it—Aiden will never even
know.

That sounds harmless enough. Promising myself I’ll be quick, I
open the laptop and reach for the power button. But to my surprise, it pops to
life by itself. Not only that, but there is a video starting on its screen. As
I look for a way to stop it, a title suddenly appears in the center.

The Tender Dominant

Hmmm, this could be interesting. And it can’t hurt to watch for
just a minute, right? I stop fiddling with the mouse pad and sit back in the
leather chair, watching.

There is no intro—the first scene begins at once. A girl with
blonde hair and green eyes is sitting on the edge of a large bed. She is
wearing a black bra and panties and her legs are crossed demurely. Her hands
are folded in her lap and her face is serene. Clearly she is waiting for
someone.

She doesn’t have to wait long. The bedroom door opens and a
powerfully built man with skull cut hair enters. He is wearing nothing but
black leather pants and his upper body is muscular and cut. I can’t help
thinking of Aiden’s six pack abs, which were visible last night when he claimed
me and named me his Sacrifice. I wonder what he’d look like completely naked…

The video on the laptop screen draws my attention back to the
scene at hand. The muscular man is standing in front of the blonde girl but he
says nothing. She looks down at her hands shyly, also mute. I wonder if there
is going to be any talking at all and I sort of hope not. The cheesy, contrived
dialog is one of the things I hate about porn. All that, “Oh God, fuck me,
baby! Fuck me harder!” and “Take it, bitch! Take it all!” is so stupid and
fake, not to mention really off-putting. So I like it that the two people on
the screen aren’t saying anything. Not that it’s completely silent—there
is
background music. But not the
bow-chicka-bow-wow
kind—it’s something soft
and unobtrusive with acoustic guitar that I actually like.

The man—the Dom?—lifts the girl’s chin, forcing her to look at
him. The move reminds me of what Aiden did to me this morning when he wanted my
complete attention. I shift in the seat uncomfortably, and the phallus he put
inside me shifts too. I cross my legs tightly, trying not to think about it.

The Dom on the screen leans down and whispers something in the
girl’s ear, too low for me to hear. She looks at him uncertainly, then nods.
Not as if she is agreeing to a request, though—as though she is acknowledging
something he told her. Something he’s planning to do to her that she can’t
stop, even if she wants to.

At first, however, all he does is stroke her hair and kiss her
cheek. He sits down beside her on the bed and runs one large hand over her
shoulder, making her shiver. Is she shivering with anticipation or fear? Maybe
a mixture of the two? I don’t know but I can’t seem to stop watching.

I like the way he strokes her body, running his big hands over her
as though he owns her. As though she is his most precious and cherished
possession and he needs to take care of her. He cradles her breasts, teasing
her nipples to hard little points behind the thin material of her bra, then
strokes lower, caressing her belly and thighs, urging her to spread her legs.
The blonde seems reluctant at first but then she sighs and submits, opening
herself to him.

The man cups her pussy through the silky black panties. I can see
him pressing against her, parting her pussy lips through the slippery fabric.
The blonde throws back her head and moans softly, breathlessly, surrendering to
the pleasure he gives her.

I shift in the black leather seat again. Damn, this is really kind
of hot. I’ve never seen porn like this—porn that seems to have been made with
women in mind. There’s no screaming or begging, no endless series of
ridiculously contorted sexual positions or demeaning cum-shot facials. There’s
just this—just a woman submitting to a man, giving herself up to his big, warm
hands on her body.

I can feel my pussy getting wet and hot as I watch the scene unfold.
The man reaches in his pocket and produces a small, black scrap of fabric. A
blindfold, I realize. The girl on the screen seems to realize it at the same
time. At first she shakes her head but he lifts her chin again and looks at her
sternly. No words are necessary—that look is enough. At last she drops her eyes
and nods. She is frightened but she has to submit. Goddess, I know
that
feeling—it’s scary and erotic at the same time. I feel sorry for the blonde
girl but at the same time, watching her dilemma is really turning me on.

Her master fastens the blindfold around her eyes and makes sure
she can’t see. Then he lowers her gently to the bed, arranging her so she’s
right in the center of the mattress. He raises her arms over her head and then
ties her wrists to the headboard with a black satin loop. She shifts
uncertainly but a soft word from him makes her settle down and relax into her
helplessness.
He is her master,
whispers a voice in my head.
What else
can she do but submit to him? What else can she do but open herself and take
whatever punishment or pleasure he offers her?

I shouldn’t be thinking like this but I can’t seem to help it. Goddess,
I don’t know why this is making me so hot but it
really
is. I shift
again, feeling the phallus move in a fucking motion inside my pussy.

The Dom leans over the blonde girl and slowly strokes her breasts.
Then he unsnaps her front hook bra and peels it apart, baring her for his approval.
He looks at her hungrily, clearly pleased at what he’s seeing. She shivers,
almost as though she can feel his gaze on her naked skin. He caresses her
breasts gently, then kisses her nipples, sucking them hard until she moans
softly and arches her back, offering herself to him.

Then
he produces a pair of nipples
clamps.

I watch, my heart suddenly racing as he attaches the two sliver
clips to the girl’s erect nipples. Goddess, it makes me think of how Aiden did
the same thing to me this morning. Suddenly I wish I hadn’t taken them off. The
way they squeeze me is painful but pleasurable too in a way I can’t describe.
Experimentally, I open the crimson shirt, baring my breasts, and pinch one of
my nipples. A sharp little shock runs straight to my pussy. Oh, that feels
good
.
I pinch the other one too, imagining I’m still wearing the clamps. Remembering
how it felt when Aiden put them on me.