Page 99 of Vampire's Choice

“It was a last-minute decision from the available toy stock. I’m fine with my tough sub looking girly tonight.”

“What if she’s not fine with it?” she muttered.

“Refer back to the clause on who owns all the choices tonight.” The harness buckled around the throat, the straps running between and beneath her breasts, separating them as he buckled it in the center of her back. Snugly. The look of it didn’t matter so much after he did that. The restraint’s internal impact was powerful. To save face, she still threw out a warning.

“You call me an Indian princess, and I will neuter you.”

He scoffed. Another strap went around her biceps and over her breasts. When he attached it to the harness in the back and tightened it, it arched her back and made her breasts jut out beneath the horizontal hold of the strap. After he spread her thighs out even wider with a shove from his knee, he put a cuff around each, then put cuffs on her wrists and attached them to the thigh restraints.

Except for a very awkward ability to run, she was well and truly caught. He moved to face her, holding her with that fist in the hair again, exerting pressure so she stared up at him. He pressed his erection, still behind denim, against her sternum and throat, her chin on the waistband of his jeans. It was a position meant to intimidate, emphasize the difference in the power they held in this minute.

She wasn’t ready for this. She wasn’t. She’d fantasized, but had only imagined this in stages…and yet her body couldn’t do anything but respond to everything he was doing to her. She was melting from the heat.

“When you give me your fear, your uncertainty, I feel it. Recognize it. Your shaking tells me everything. But if you third mark me, or even second mark me, I could hear your exact words in my mind when you beg me for mercy.”

He inhaled, his hand tightening, and she watched him feed on the arousal pumping from her. Now he retrieved the screw gag from the seat of the chair and brought it in front of her face. “Open up, my Indian princess.”

She fought him. Tried to jerk away, overbalanced, but used what limited mobility she had to roll, put her face to the ground, away from that gag. He yanked her back up on her knees by the hair, and used her yelp to shove the gag between her lips, his thumb wrenching her mouth open wider so he didn’t push her teeth in with his strength.

When he had it strapped around her head, he swung her up in his arms and carried her to the wooden chair. He sat down on it, then put her on the mat, on her knees facing him. He’d thought of her knees, her comfort. To make up for the ways he would be deliberately ignoring her comfort.

“Assume a submissive position, Ruth. Show me how lovely you can be.”

His voice had changed to a purr, his eyes glittering. He was proud of her for fighting him. Liked it. She’d given him an appetizer for the full meal she’d offer him tonight. He wouldn’t take as much this time, she was sure. Too many things going on in the next few days, plus the third mark question hanging out there.

But she could feed him enough to hold him. He wouldn’t be hurting for more, having to take it from a random source where he had to restrain himself far more than he had to do with her.

Beneath that benevolent thought was her aversion to him seeking anything from another female. And the killing rage it inspired. Those thoughts, at least in this moment, made her find her pride and exercise it as he was demanding.

Her back was already bowed back from the harness, but she tightened her core to add to her erect carriage. She lifted her chin, mouth stretched by the gag. Almost tenderly, he cupped the back of her head, then pinched the small crank between his forefinger and thumb. And began to turn it.

She could taste the metal against her tongue as the screw started to lengthen and push the ball into her throat. Her gaze dropped to the erection straining against his jeans. He wasn’t a small man. She fully expected he would push the gag in as far as it could go. Training, just as he’d said.

Training her to serve him.

The thought alone could have made her explode into full release. Was it because this was the first time she’d been with someone strong enough to put her in this position? A male she wanted to put her in this position.

A male that she trusted, enough for this. Maybe for more than this. When it came to him, her subconscious was a mystery to her.

He took his time. She could tell he liked watching her expression change, her eyes get a little wider, her body shake more as the ball pushed deeper into her throat. She worked to relax it, to take it, to not panic at the feeling. She didn’t have to breathe, she was a vampire, but that air hunger feeling was there when the ability was restricted or taken away. It had to be managed, because the gut would produce the desire to struggle.

His hand tightened on her skull, anticipating it, but she watched his sensual mouth, the set showing his approval, and refused to give in to that false anxiety. Her chest heaved once, resulting in an excruciatingly painful cough against the block in her throat. He held onto her as her body was wracked by it, but then she was past it, and the gag was as far as it would go.

“Nicely quiet,” he said. He put his hands on the chair and gazed at her. “You’re mine, Ruth. If I want you like this for the next three hours, just to look at you, you would stay still. Wouldn’t you?”

This time the choke came from a near sob that surprised her. His eyes darkened and he leaned forward, ran the tip of his finger down her throat. “Answer me, Ruth,” he said softly.

She nodded.

He moved his clever fingers down to play with her jutting nipples, trace the harness’s outline around them. She swayed at the sensations that speared through her. “I wonder how you would handle climaxing with that in your throat. Even if vampires don’t need to breathe, I think you might pass out.”

He lifted her onto the chair, changing her position so her legs were wrapped around him, folded behind his hips. Her hands were still bound to her thighs, so he had to steady her, handle all of it.

He opened his jeans, pushed them down enough to free his cock. He fisted it, rubbing the shaft against her clit and lower belly. A whimper vibrated in her chest.

She watched, entirely helpless, as he lifted her and lowered her slick sex down upon him. He went slow, so the discomfort from his size, taking him at that angle, was manageable. When she was seated, her clit spread over him, every inch of her cunt in contact with his velvet heat.

“Your face is so flushed, lips so glossy.”