Chapter 38

The flight home from Vegas arrived late, and it was well after midnight by the time I’d finished unpacking. Which, after cleaning and stowing my gear, meant only a few hours’ sleep. And the alarm’s angry buzz jerked me from a wondrous dream. Involving Mandy, of course. But also Kali.

Did I believe the latter would ever appear again? No. The Baron would lock her away. Or dispatch her against somebody else. A piece far easier. That was the nature of the game.

“But I’m gonna miss her,” I muttered while stumbling from bed to change for my run.

With my body still aching, I lifted only light weights after a quick swim. Although I scanned her home, there was no sign of Mandy. And after a shower, I checked again, but the house remained dark. With a grunt, I shoveled a tasteless breakfast down my gullet and opened the stack of backlogged reports that had gathered during my absence.

It was mid-morning when my phone buzzed. A text from Gary.

Holy crap, sir!

Huh?

You and Mandy in the desert. Lucy wants you to do that to her. Soon, she just said. She’s soaking wet. Keeps asking me why I never stripped her naked and drove her through a crowd.

While grinning, I sent back a smiley emoji.

No, man. I’m serious. That’s some hot stuff you’ve got there. Mandy did everything. Everything!

And more.

With a laugh, I added another smiley.

Dammit sir. Lucy is humping my back.

My only response was another smiley.

Here’s the video files.

At the successive dinging on my phone, my smile widened. A lot of footage.

I’ll let you know when Mandy says they’re GTG.

After his thumbs-up arrived, I closed the chat and texted Mandy.

Movie time.

Since there was no response, I returned to work. But a little while later, at its first buzz, I snatched the phone from my desk. Yeah, I missed her.

Okay, master. Shopping. Lunch and movies? Fuck your nasty little slut hard again?

Whatever you want, Mandy.

When she sent a crazy face emoji, I leaned back in the chair and laughed. The weight of the world, that I hadn’t realized was pressing down on me, slipped away. Well, at least until lunch.

Why? Kali, that’s why.

It wasn’t the things she’d said. It was the way she’d spoken. The amazement on her face when she’d impaled herself on my shaft. The shaking of her pink lips as her insides clenched me. When she’d stared at me, with her shiny nails holding back that glimmering, snowy hair. The understanding that had swept between us. My pulse was deep inside her. The first pulse she’d felt in years.

And I’d known how she’d react. Realized, long before she had, that she’d tell me all she knew. And that she’d fail to turn me for The Baron.

But the intensity of that moment had me shaking as I struggled to make a sandwich. Again, the same question reared its ugly head in the deepest corner of my mind.

“Am I a monster as well?” I muttered.

Did I have the same unnatural magnetism as The Baron and the rest of her kind? Sure, she’d talked with the others he’d sent after me, but Kali had only met me twice before.

Heart pounding, I glanced towards Mandy’s house. Was I corrupting her? Wrecking her marriage? Threatening her future?

Right then, I jolted. As if a heavy bolt had pierced my core. And with both hands slapping on the counter, sending a knife spinning across the granite, I gasped for air.

“No,” I growled.

Mandy’s impish grin. Her desire—no, need—to be pushed. That was honest. Came from within her. Not me. Her marriage? She’d been clear about that. It was hers to handle.

“She loves me,” I uttered, while straightening and retrieving the blade.

And that brought the smile back to my face. Kali was Kali. Sure, her hunger was fixed on me. For a while. But she was also a bloodsucker. So, others would enter her un-life. She’d drain them. Find new ones. It was her world. The one she was locked inside.

The Baron understood. And as I grunted before finishing the sandwiches, so did I.

Right as I’d set out a platter on the coffee table between the couch and the wall-mounted wide-screen, Mandy appeared at the back door. And my pulse soared. With dark, shiny hair brushed out across her shoulders, she wore nothing but a grin. No sooner had I slid the glass door open than she leaped forward. And even as I hugged her sleek figure, she unleashed a desperate cry of hunger into my neck.

“H-Hello, Mandy.” I chuckled while closing the door behind her.

“Slut, master,” she murmured, then with her curves pressing tighter, she lifted her face to gaze up at me. Her teeth sank into the corner of her lower lip as a hand slid along my T-shirt. “I’m such a naughty little slut.”

Before I could respond, she hopped onto her toes to mash her soft lips against my mouth. With a louder moan, she shot her tongue forward to play with mine. And as we kissed, I eased her towards the couch.

Or tried to. Just as we started to move, she pulled away. And I shuddered when she shoved something into my palm. Her collar. With those blue pools wide, she lifted her hair.

Neither of us spoke as I locked the shiny black leather band around her neck. And with those eyes twinkling, she again bit into her lower lip as I hooked a finger in the front ring.

“Beautiful,” I murmured before leading her to the couch.

Once I’d placed her facing the TV, she gasped. On it, the first scene was frozen. The Vegas hotel suite. Just as I had led her from the bathroom. Her breathing sped and grew shallower as I slid from my shorts and tore away my T-shirt.

“M-Master?” she whispered while watching me sit behind her on the couch.

“Yes, slut?” I said, while gripping the rear ring of the collar and tugging her towards my lap.

Whatever she was going to ask died in a groan as her hand found my stiff rod. And with her legs spreading, she lowered herself further. There was a brief hitch in her breathing right as my knob pierced the warmth of her dripping soft petals.

At my hands on her ribs, she froze, then quivered. With slow rubs, she drew her seam along my tip while staring at the screen. Her warm fluids tickled as they slithered down my shaft.

“Mmm, m-master. I...” She twisted to look over her shoulder at me. “I’ve really missed you. Not just, um, this.”

“I know, Mandy.” I swept my fingers over her ribs. “My gorgeous little slut.”

With a slow nod, she turned back to the TV and sank, taking me into her tight gate and clenching tunnel. Already sopping wet, she only slowed once before settling onto me with a quiet splat. As she shifted in my lap, a lengthy sigh left her shaking lips.

“Grab a plate,” I said.

When she lifted one, I reached past her to raise the other before starting the video. As images and sounds filled the darkened room, she began to ease up and down. With one hand steadying her, I ate in silence. But her whimpering soon became louder moans.

Once the scenes appeared of Lucy licking her clean of my cum on the bed, Mandy was groaning and panting too much to eat. The plate landed with a thump as her little body bounded faster.

“That’s it. Fuck me, little slut,” I murmured, then chuckled as she crushed my shaft and flew upwards.

“Yes, master!”

With her gaze locked on the screen, she sucked loudly on her lips while racing ever quicker.

Just as the video of Lucy drooling Gary’s cum onto her stomach appeared, I slid a hand up her spine to clasp the bouncing ring at the rear of her collar. With a grin, I leaned into her swirling hair.

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