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But Marco could’ve told Heather to find a workaround. Could’ve told Julian he should just stay home. But he wanted him to go with me, wanted all of us safe.
It’s one of the reasons I trust him.
I’m 90% sure I want to be a vampire. The 10% unsure? Just all the unknowns. The worry. But that’s life. You take a chance and step into the void for the really big things, sometimes.
I’m worried about controlling the hunger, but I’m not as afraid of it as I was. I’m not afraid of the blood at all.
I will be sad to never see another sunrise, though.
Julian pulled me downstairs to our suite the second we arrived at Homewood.
“Jeans down and bend over,” he said, voice a rasp against my skin, pressing me over the back of a sofa.
I did.
Bent over, doubled, my jeans halfway down my thighs, my mouth open on a gasp while he fucked me fast and rough and merciless. A silent, brutal claiming before he vanished into his hidey-hole.
No orgasm. Just ache and heat and sweat. Just ownership.
I slept in his room, in his bed, in the dark.
Still wet from his come. Still denied release.
And happy.
Chapter 30
Julian
Silver wanted to look through her townhouse and decide what we were bringing to the new house versus what went to charity. We left the minute the sun went below the horizon, with Atlas driving — the norm when we leave Homewood.
He’d be a huge part of our lives without being our toy, but that intensifies it. For me and Silver, anyway. Not so sure about Atlas.
Tonight, he wasn’t going to be our guard all night, but he didn’t know that yet. We’d fill him in on it later. The rules are, if he isn’t on duty and we initiate a scene, he obeys. Silver liked the idea of him not being mentally prepared for a scene when we initiated her diabolical plans tonight.
We walked in and Silver tilted a large, framed mirror and then swung it on a hidden hinge away from the wall, and proceeded to enter a combination on a keypad, and open a safe.
“That’s a terrible spot for a safe,” Atlas said.
“I know. Plus, it was here when I bought the place, so I have no way of knowing how many people know about it. But it’s fireproof, so I keep documents in it.”
She unloaded documents from it and put them into a fireproof document safe she’d brought, closed the wall safe, moved the mirror back over it, and turned to us. “Obviously, all of this goes with us. Let’s do the kink stuff next.”
I felt like we’d already taken the items we wanted to use to Homewood, but I understood her wanting to go through everything a final time, to be certain.
I was still considering the cock cages in her drawers. I wouldn’t use those — special-ordered by a former Dom — but he’d had her pierced, to hold them on, and I was considering whether to make the same requirement and then special order the ones I wanted her in. Not now. Maybe next year. Or the next. We had time, and using a harness to lock a cage on her dick worked fine for our needs in the short term.
“You should come up with us,” Silver told Atlas. “If you want something we aren’t bringing with us, you’re more than welcome to it. I’ll just be throwing it away — it isn’t like I can donate sex toys and kinky shit to charity.”
While Silver and I were in the closet, Atlas stood outside of it, looking in. He wanted to hear a potential problem before it arrived.
“Can I ask how you came about being a switch?”
I glanced up, and he was looking at Silver, so I waited to see how she’d answer.
She looked up from her sorting. “As a teen, I first lost my virginity as a guy, fucking a girl. I had this idea I needed to use my dick on a girl, my pussy with a guy.” She shrugged. “Sounds silly now, but eventually, I realized I like fucking men, no matter which gender I feel like on any given day. While I was working that out, I played around with both sides of the power dynamic. I…” She sighed.
“I really liked being owned. I thought, once upon a time, I’d found my true Master. A leather daddy who made me his twenty-four/seven slave. Fully micromanaged, and Ilovedit at the time, but then he decided something that would’ve been detrimental to my career, so I left him.”
