Page 47 of Rock Bottom
My stomach flip-flopped, relieved that Julian had changed his mind, but also a little freaked that he could so easily do so. One freaking casual sentence, and he thought exactly what Julian wanted him to.
Panic threatened to take over, but logic overrode it. I already knew the vampires could do this. It wasn’t new information. Julian promised he hadn’t done it to me, and I believed him.
Thank you, but I gotta admit, that’s damned creepy.
I’m sorry you’re bothered. Your scent tells me how conflicted you are. Personally, I’m relieved that I’m allowed to let you see what I did. Most of the time, I’d be ordered to erase your memory of those few seconds, or I would have to be okay with another vampire doing so. I’m so happy you get to see me for exactly who and what I am.
I breathed out slowly, forcing my muscles to unclench. Iwasfreaked, but I had to admit this was super-convenient. We could play with him now, but…
His contract with you, or with Marco, I guess, the one that says he gets paid to feed vampires, does he also agree to having his mind fucked with?
He walked to me and leaned down to kiss my forehead.Nothing that’s written down, but he absolutely knew it was part of the deal before he moved in. Total consent, dear Silver.
Okay then.
I nodded, turned, and looked over our submissive. Why had I never seen him before? Or the other members of the flock? All questions for later.
What is his name?
Billy.
“It’s nice to meet you Billy. I’m Joey, and Julian tells me you need pain.”
“Yes, Sir.Please.”
I walked to the armoire I’d seen Julian get things from and opened it. The scent of leather, metal, and old wood hit me like memory and promise. Julian stepped in beside me and lifted wrist and ankle cuffs along with a blindfold from one of the shelves. I looked through the large compartment to see what I could use.
Ball separator, definitely. Parachute and weights. Dick flogger. Clothespins. I assumed he was a shapeshifter — he had to be, if he served as a regular meal — so I could do blood play without worrying about all the germ protocols. I reached for the nipple clamps with sharp little teeth I knew from experience would draw blood, and grabbed a few weights to hang on them. My cock twitched just thinking about the way he’d flinch and moan.
Julian walked to me with a tray, and I put everything I’d chosen onto it. He lifted the little snakebite suction device, and I nodded with a smile. I liked that we seemed to be on the same page.
“You’re going to want to clamp his tongue. His mouth gets away from him sometimes.”
He’d spoken the words, but I telepathed,How will he safeword?
“Young Billy is paid an extra five thousand dollars per month in exchange for giving up his safeword.”
I froze for a second, the throb of arousal between my legs suddenly beating double-time. Back when I was a starving artist, how hot wouldthathave been? A shifter who could heal almost anything, willingly handing over that last bit of control for the money. For a paycheck.Fuck.
I blinked and shook my head. “Any parameters? Hard limits?”
“My personal rule with him is nothing he can’t heal in twochanges.Other vampires can do more damage. Also, I’m not allowed to damage his sight or hearing. My Master sometimes pierces his eyeballs when he wishes to take his sight.”
I had to shake my head again. That was possibly too much information, but it told me everything I planned was well inside the lines. In fact, it was probably going to feel like foreplay compared to what Billy usually endured, what he’d voluntarily exposed himself to.
“This parachute has metal spikes underneath,” Julian said, lifting a different one than I’d picked. He swapped it out without asking, and I let him. He clearly knew what Billy could handle, what the other man needed.
How old is Billy?
Twenty-eight. He moved from New York to Chattanooga when Marco did. He enjoys his life with the coterie.
I’d looked that word up. It’s a French word that means a small, exclusive, intimate group of people with shared interests or tastes, and I guess that’s about the best definition of a clan of vampires as one’s likely to get.
I turned to Billy, still kneeling up on the bed, but his wrists were now connected to a chain suspended from the ceiling, blindfold in place, his dick hard and bobbing slightly with each breath. His ankles were clipped togetherandwere tethered to the headboard with a heavy chain.
Billy wasn’t going anywhere.
My cock gave a heavy pulse. Most of the time, I prefer to be the one bound and helpless, waiting to be used as a vessel for someone else’s pleasure. Waiting for pain, affection, sensation.
