Page 43 of Tested
Sheena meets us at the club door and hurries us past their guests, who are posing in various stages of undress. David once described the scene as a Gap ad, but bondage, and he’s not wrong. She leads us to one of the private rooms in the back. There, two men are waiting. They’re both young, somewhere in their twenties, dressed only in black athletic pants, and they’re both vibrating with nervous tension. One has his hands bound behind his back and the other is cuffed to the wall with his back to us.
“They wanted it this way,” Sheena says, and she and Trajan exchange a look.
He turns to David and me, his expression solemn. “I’m going to give them what they want. It’s only fair.”
David, dressed all in black with his hair starched high and a slick of red lipstick, gets right up close to Tray. “Just remember what’s waiting for you at home,” he says, and plants a kiss on Trajan’s cheek, marking him with a bright red smear.
Trajan smiles at him, then turns to me. “Okay,amore mio?”
“Of course.” It’s not like I’m happy sharing Trajan, but these are exceptional circumstances.
I wrap an arm around David’s shoulders and lead us over so we’re leaning against the wall. Sheena stays with Trajan and the young men. “What are we doing here, gentlemen?” she asks, her voice snapping like the crack of a whip.
“Feeding,” the man with his hands bound says. He’s blond and blue-eyed, and his neatly trimmed beard is the only thing that makes him look older than eighteen.
“That’s right.” Sheena smacks the wall near the other man’s head. He jumps, his gaze on the ground and she moves closer to him, her lips at his ear. “Is that what you’re here for?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, a fitting response given his buzz cut and the USMC tattoo on his shoulder.
“Good answer. My friend was badly injured this evening, and he needs to feed from both of you. Before we go any further, I want it out there. You both volunteered to be here, and you’re aware there are witnesses. Right?”
Both of them nod. “Out loud,” Sheena barks, and they both stumble over the words to agree with her.
“Have you ever fed a vampire before?”
“No ma’am,” the Marine says. The blond nods his head in the affirmative, but he’s not very convincing. Sheena pokes him in the arm.
“Answer the question.”
“Yes, uh, no…no, I haven’t.”
She crosses her arms and grins at Trajan. “Take your pick.”
“Is he going to fuck them?” David whispers the question, but Trajan answers before I do.
“No, puppy, but I will jerk them off.”
I tighten my grip on David. “You know what it’s like to get bit.”
He doesn’t respond, at least verbally. His gaze, though, stays locked on Trajan, his body tense, as if he’s willing himself to stay still.
Sheena keeps up a running commentary, a combination of command and verbal abuse. Trajan starts with the blond, standing right behind him, running his hands up and down the man’s torso. He whispers something and the guy smiles.
“Stop that.” Sheena stalks over to them, her long blond hair swinging in rhythm with her stride. “No pleasure for you, punk, unless I say so.”
Trajan murmurs something else and the guy presses his lips together as if it’s all he can do not to grin. Trajan’s hands drift lower till he reaches the waistband of the man’s pants. He shoves the pants down to mid-thigh and grabs the man’s cock, giving it a solid stroke.
The man’s back arches and he bites his lower lip. Sheena watches, exhorting the guy to hold off until she says so. Trajan strokes him and he rocks his head on Trajan’s shoulder, exposing his neck.
Trajan’s smile is all fang.
When Sheena shouts, “Now,” Trajan bites. David jumps and I hold him closer still, and the young man in Trajan’s arm howls. Trajan holds him until the shuddering stops and he goes limp, then Trajan half-carries him to a long, low bench in the corner. After freeing his wrists, he settles the blond there and turns to the Marine.
This time there’s less talk, more action. Sheena’s approach is different; she positions herself at the guy’s shoulder and starts murmuring in his ear, words I can’t – and don’t want to – hear. Whatever she says has him fighting the cuffs that are holding him to the wall while Trajan massages the guy’s cock through his pants. They demonstrate a level of teamwork I’d never witnessed from them before, but they both know exactly what to do to drive the guy wild.
Then Trajan licks the side of the guy’s neck and Sheena steps aside.
“You’re going to make a mess of yourself, aren’t you, corporal?” she says.
