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The author would like to remind readers that this is a work of escapist fiction, not intended to be a real-world endorsement of questionable sexual deviancy.
It has also been (credibly) pointed out this may be better classified under a non-BDSM category, so at some point it may be moved. I love BDSM, and power games, which I consider this to be.
With that, I hope you enjoy this last installment of The Wager.
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The second man steps into Scarlet’s view and she feels herself blush from head to toe. If he is bothered by Roman’s nakedness, it doesn’t show. She recognizes him from the bar – though she hadn’t taken much time to look at him, then. She does now, eyes darting from Roman, then back to Walter. He is shorter than her host, but only by a couple inches. His full hair is perfectly arranged and frames his face nicely – dark with faint grey hair peppering throughout. He sports a patch of hair on his chin, forming a point, and it reminds her of 17th century paintings.
The newcomer favors her with a wry smile and she knows at once that she will not be getting help from this man.
“Take off your coat,” Roman tells the man, clapping him on the shoulder. “Stay for a minute.”
Walter gives a nod, and as he shrugs out of his coat Scarlet can see a bulge forming in his pants. She watches him in silent horror as he turns to hang up the garment. Her eyes dart back to Roman and she feels her stomach clench with the look he returns. His face smooths out in a smile and he finds his seat. When Walter returns, he motions for the man to join him at the chair on the other side of the table. “Thirsty?”
“No sir,” Walter answers, his gaze assessing the view before him. Scarlet is sitting up stiffly, doing her best to cover herself in a way that doesn’t seem terribly obvious. She is failing. His eyebrows arch when he spys the plug and gag on the floor. “You used the plug,” he turns his attention to Roman. “You must like her.”
Roman gives a smirk and a shrug at the man’s words. “It was her first time.”
“Still,” Walter intones and they share a look that even Scarlet can tell conveys something more than what is being spoken.
Scarlet’s phone buzzes in Roman’s hand and he looks down at it. “My,” he says when the screen lights up. “You are very popular. Eight messages, and three missed calls.”
Scarlet looks at her phone in his hand – glad to see it, but knows it is useless to her at this point.
“Shall we let them know you are okay?” He wonders, fixing her with an expectant look.
She thinks about how she must look – tied to the floor, matted hair and collar digging into her skin. She doesn’t feel ‘okay’, but she is as boxed in as ever. “Yes sir,” she answers and notices Walter stir in her peripheral.
Roman hands the phone to his counterpart, “Have her unlock it.” He orders.
Walter takes the device and closes the space between he and the woman. He holds the phone close to her hands and pushes the button to activate the lock screen. “You heard the man,” he tells her when she only gapes at him.
She looks to the phone and can see the preview of the last message. “Seriously if you don’t answer I am calling the cops.” It is from her roommate. Scarlet swallows hard, wishing she could reach what was left of the water. Both hands move in unison to reach the phone. She unlocks it with a pattern on the lock screen, and before she can tap the messages icon, Walter pulls the device away from her reach.
“What should we say to calm your friend down?” Roman asks, then becomes more direct. “Dictate. Walter will transcribe.”
Walter gives a nod at this, tapping the screen and waits, still crouched beside her.
Scarlet considers, fully aware that being deceptive is not an option with Roman. She knows he would be able to spot any attempts to be clever. “Say ‘Sorry’,” She instructs and then adds, “Put a few exclamation marks,” she editorializes as she tries to verify what he’s writing by leaning forward to look. “‘I got lucky at the game. In more ways than one. I’ll be home sometime tomorrow.'”
Walter pauses his tapping on the screen and turns his head to regard Roman. He is smirking and gives a nod of approval. He is amused at her choice of words and the insight into how she is with a friend. Walter gives a light shrug, and then finishes typing out the message.
“Show it to her,” Roman instructs.
Walter turns the phone so Scarlet can read what he’s written. It’s word for word, including four exclamation points after ‘sorry’. She nods, and Walter pulls it away and taps ‘send.’
“Very good,” Roman is nodding to himself, and Walter returns to his seat, setting the phone on the table between them. “While your friend is very thoughtful, that could have gotten unpleasant.”
Scarlet nods vacantly, glad that he allowed her to include the part where she would be home tomorrow. She knows most of the men at the Side Escort poker game will remember her, and that she had been with Roman at the end of the night. In that regard, she feels she is not totally screwed if she doesn’t get out of here at daybreak as promised.
“Pet,” his voice rumbles, pulling her sharply from her introspection. “I am talking to you.”
Her chest tightens at his words, “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t hear you.” She answers quickly, feeling worry ripple up her back. His look of displeasure is not immediately withdrawn.
“I said it would be rude for you not to thank Walter for fetching your phone.”
“Yes sir,” the words spill out and she looks to Walter with earnest. “Thank you, sir.”
“That is not how you thank him,” Roman cuts, barely letting her voice the sentiment. He turns his attention to the other man. “Which would you like – her mouth or her pussy?”
Scarlet shifts where she is sitting, barely repressing her first instinct which is to pull on the leather to test its strength. Where would she go, assuming a miracle occured and she could outrun them? Naked into the snowy streets of Boston? No, she was in it for the duration.
Walter is giving her an appraising look. “Her mouth, sir.” He answers after some thought.
Roman nods and holds out his hand as an invitation to proceed.
Walter grins – for the first time showing teeth.
Scarlet grips the strip of leather that leads from her wrists to the loop and feels herself involuntarily scooting back as Walter moves from his chair, taking unhurried strides to stand in front of her.
“Don’t say I didn’t get you anything for Christmas,” Roman says, pleased when Walter moves to stand to the side so he can get a full view, watching their profiles against the firelight.
“Thank you, sir.” Walter nearly growls as his eyes turn down to look at Scarlet’s upturned face. She finds a strange amount of comfort in the fact Walter addresses Roman in the same way she does. That doesn’t change the fact he is about to use her mouth to get off, but she will take what comfort she can.
“I want you both on your knees.” Roman instructs, making it clear that Walter isn’t entirely in control of the situation, either.
Scarlet moves first, shifting so she can get her knees under her and braces her hands under her to hold her weight forward. Walter continues to stand as he unbuckles his belt and unzips, pulling himself from the confines of his pants a moment later. She is looking down now, and he waits until she lifts her gaze to him again before giving himself a stroke and lowering to his knees. His hand slips into her matted hair and her scalp feels the tension as his grip tightens.
Her eyes are drawn to his cock – long, but not as thick as Roman’s. He gives himself another stroke, and then she feels the soft skin of his hard erection slap one cheek, and then the other. Her flush deepens. “How are her oral skills, sir?” Walter asks over his shoulder.
“Do as you like,” is Roman’s only response. He is still displeased with her inattention from before, and knows Walter’s preferences.
Walter gives a shudder, presses himself to her half parted lips and buries himself in her throat with some urgency. She gags, finding the first intrusion usually the worst. Instead of pulling out to the tip as Roman enjoys doing, he pumps with short thrusts, nestling his cock into the tightest part of her.
Scarlet swallows as she has learned to do and hears him give a moan of appreciation. His cock is warm and she can feel it pulse. Not a vampire, she thinks, when she can think.
Both hands grip her as he uses her mouth, letting his head fall back at the exquisite feeling her her throat squeezing him, unable to expand past the tight collar around her neck. He thinks about how he’d watched her all night – flirting and flaunting her beauty, thinking she was untouchable. This last thought makes an excited rumble of a laugh escape him, mixing easily with the sounds of her gagging.
Roman drinks in the sight of them – Walter arching forward and Scarlet’s back rolling as she struggles to take him. His eyes are drawn to her ass as it moves up and down, side to side, her body trying to give her some relief. He slips from his chair and is behind her in quick succession, kicking her legs apart and lowers himself to his knees between them. Her hips are still moving, so it takes a moment to find her opening and push in, effectively trapping her between them.
The men share a look before Roman begins to pump in and out of her in time with Walter’s thrusts.
Between them, Scarlet’s eyes are wide – she’s never been with two men at once, adding to her night of firsts. Her eyes water as her body is rocked forward and then back – Walter’s thrusts pushing her back into Roman, and then Roman’s weight pushing her forward to take in the length of Walter’s warm cock. She closes her eyes and recalls Roman’s earlier order Manavgat Escort to relax and feels her muscles slack. She’s being held in place as it is – no need for her to participate in that work. The redirection of focus allows her to enjoy Roman’s cock filling her up, and she feels herself tense around him.
Roman’s grip tightens at the same time a whimper escapes Walter.
“Sir,” Walter breathes – and he is nearly out of breath, unlike Roman who seems to never tire. “Please sir may I cum on her face?” he pleads, bringing Scarlet back from her relaxed acceptance. She tenses and he lets out another whine of anticipation.
“Yes,” Roman growls, continuing to pump into her even as Walter withdraws and strokes himself furiously with one hand, holding her face up to him with the other.
“Keep your mouth open,” Walter instructs, and when her lips part wide, he explodes, hot cum hitting her cheeks and brow. He lets out a cry of release as the last of him is ejected, and he holds his tip to her lips so it is deposited on her tongue. He sucks in a breath has he pulls away, using a finger to scoop a spot of cum from the side of her nose and sticks his it into her mouth, “Swallow,” he tells her and from behind, Roman smashes forward as she closes her lips around his finger and sucks his taste from it, swallowing the rest. She’s decided she much prefers Roman’s taste.
Roman laughs and swats Walter’s hand away from her hair. The man pulls back, and rolls onto the balls of his feet, watching them with the relaxed expression of a recently spent man. Roman grips Scarlet’s shoulder and pulls her up so she is sitting up on her knees, pressed against his chest and his cock paused in her. He guides her hands to her own pussy, the leather strap pulled tight and beginning to nestle in between her lips. He covers her hand with his, pushing her fingers into her mound and searches until they find her clit. He guides her to rub the pink nub herself, and speaks into her ear, “Pleasure yourself, pet. But you are not to stop, or cum, until I do.”
“Yes sir,” She gasps, feeling her walls tighten dangerously around his cock.
He gives a grunt and pulls away from her, leaving her on her knees and touching herself in favor of joining Walter. He grabs the man by his hair, pulling him up on his knees and bends down to crush his lips into the other man’s. The kiss is possessive, and while Walter’s neck is bent at a painful angle, he moans nonetheless, his cock twitching in response.
Roman releases, and in the next breath, is kneeling and pulling Walter’s pants and boxers to his knees. He turns the man so they are both facing away from the fire and gives a strong shove to the spot between his shoulder blades. He’s sent forward, catching himself with his elbows on the rug and Roman has already pushed himself into his ass unapologetically.
Scarlet gasps at the sight and feels her legs begin to quiver as she continues to stroke herself, keeping herself on the edge of climax.
Roman thrusts, and she sees the extent to which he could have taken her ass.
Walter seems to like it, moaning into the floor and begs, “Sir may I touch myself?”
“Not yet,” Roman denies him, leaning forward and taking a fistful of his hair, pushing his face into the rug as he fucks him with a ferocity that alarms and arouses Scarlet. After minutes of this treatment, Roman relents, letting go of Walter’s hair and leaning back to grip his hips instead. “Now, love. But my rules apply to you, too.”
Walter nods his acknowledgement against the floor, knowing better than to move from where Roman has left him and snakes a hand under himself, finding his cock and giving it a tight squeeze.
Scarlet bucks against her restraints and bites her lip, hard. She is more than ready to let her body release, but Roman continues easily, taking a moment to look her way with a knowing, if not slightly sadistic smile. She gives him a pleading look, and her only response is Roman smacking Walter’s tight ass.
She moans, her expression dipping into one of distress as she once again fights off climax.
From the noises Walter makes, it sounds like he is in a similar situation.
Tension builds as Roman has his way with Walter, losing himself in a series of growls and grunts. Finally, after an eternity at the edge, Roman finishes with a roar, his chest heaving for the first time all night. Below him, Walter’s hips jerk as he releases, catching most of his cum in his hand and letting a long moan stretch his mouth as he presses his face into the floor.
Scarlet emits a strangled gasp, and then a sing-song like moan as she climaxes, leaning forward and convulsing as her legs tremble under her. It is in that moment, she’s not sure if she can take any more. She is trembling, tears in her eyes as her body simply gives up and she collapses into a panting heap. Her breathing slows, eyes closing without her permission as she passes out.
“I Alanya Escort think you broke her, sir.” Walter says, still under Roman but his head is turned to regard her.
“That was the idea,” Roman gives a laugh, pulls himself from Walter and claps the man on one of his cheeks. He flips the man over, a knee between his legs and moves to stretch over him, a hand on either side of his head. He lowers himself to give the man a more loving kiss, nipping at his lower lip when he pulls back. “Let’s get cleaned up,” he suggests.
“Yes sir,” Walter’s eyes dance, any jealousy he might have felt towards Scarlet melts away as Roman picks him up off the floor and leads them to their room upstairs.
Scarlet thinks she feels hands on her, running over her roughly until there is a stab between her legs, jolting her awake with a gasp. Her hands raise defensively, still bound together and her eyes flash open. Her heart pounds in her chest, and she is panting again, vision so blurred that it takes a moment of laying still for her to realize she is alone. She lets out a breath and relaxes back to the floor, letting her eyes close as she tries to master the shock of coming back into consciousness.
Her heart slows, and she becomes increasingly aware of her body’s aches and pains – most specifically the ache between her legs. Her pussy and ass throb, and she is reminded of the cause. Her body is exhausted, and she thinks that is a saving grace – it dulls the ache, and she is left with the oddly satisfying feeling of particularly athletic sex. She’s not sure that’s what she would call what had just happened to her, but the end result was strikingly similar.
Her lips part and she feels how dry her mouth is. Walter’s cum is dried on her face, and she feels it pull at her skin when she flexes her jaw. The mental image she produces of herself elicits a groan from her and she pushes her forehead into the rug, hiding her face.
The sitting room remains quiet – the fire crackling warmly at her back. She is not sure where they went, and finds that she feels a mixture of relief and anxiety at their absence. Relief that she is afforded a break from their attentions, anxiety for what might be next. Or if they’ll simply leave her there like a dog on a chain for the night.
Pet, his word for her flutters through her mind. Yes, like a dog, indeed. She looks at the knot holding her to the loop in the floor and thinks she could get it loose given enough time. For that matter, the collar was simply buckled around her neck, and her range of motion was such that it would be possible for her to free herself easily enough. She was, after all, the one who had put it on in the first place. The leather around her wrists was the problem. But she might be able to find a knife in the kitchen…
She shifts on the floor, trying to get a look towards the curtained windows. She knows from their arrival that light was able to break through them from the inside, so the opposite should be true. There are no clocks visible in the sitting room, and so it is her only gauge. She gives a grunt of disapproval when the curtains seem to show no signs of daylight.
Upstairs, Roman presses himself against Walter’s naked body, hot water showering them both from the rainhead above. He walks the man forward until his back is against the warming tile, continuing the kiss, fingers dancing along the nape of his neck.
Walter gives an appreciative moan and tilts his head in an invitation. Roman’s lips linger on Walter’s, then move to the curve of his neck. Twin points of pressure depress the skin, and then puncture it, releasing Walter’s blood into Roman’s waiting mouth. His teeth retreat, replaced with his tongue as it flicks the tiny wounds, lapping up the blood that tastes to him like a wood smoked sazerac. The vampire smiles across the man’s skin, wrapping his arms around his torso and pressing himself completely to the warm mortal. “Merry Christmas, love” he purrs, feeling another high hit him from mixing the sweet blood from his pet downstairs with the bitter taste of his companion upstairs.
“Merry Christmas, sir,” Walter returns, his fingers dancing up Roman’s sides, feeling his lean body – warm from their shared shower.
“No need for that just now,” Roman speaks against his skin, and Walter knows he means the formal title.
“Did you have fun tonight?” Walter wonders with a smile in his eyes.
“I am still having fun,” Roman says with a nip on the man’s skin that makes him shiver. “The night isn’t over yet.”
Walter laughs, “You’re insatiable.” Pointedly, he arches forward to feel Roman’s growing erection more completely against his stomach. “I haven’t seen you like this in years. Is it your new toy that has you so enraptured?”
Roman leans back, rubbing a thumb over the twin pinpricks in Walter’s shoulder. “Is that a hint of jealousy I sense in you?” He wonders, but his eyes dance with amusement.
Despite himself, Walter blushes. They have been together nearly two and a half centuries, and the vampire can still make him blush. And he can still feel emotions such as jealousy – even after seeing hundreds of Roman’s lovers come and go. Instead of answering, he asks, “What are your plans for her?”
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