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quickly recovered and planted myself firmly behind him. "L-lady Sybil--God, please, no--"
It was now or never. My hands tightened, one around his cock, the other on the dildo. And yet, even as I wrestled him into stillness, all I could hear was his whimpering, and all I could feel was the pounding of his heart, the terror in his veins.
This isn't discipline, either.
And it was never.
***
"You did the right thing," Reshi said.
"I know I did the right thing," I said. "But I just--the rules are rules. A thrall must have consequences for his actions. He must be released if he falls in love. And so far? What've I done? Nothing!"
It was early in the evening again, but I hadn't fed yet. I couldn't stand to look at Nicholas and I banished him from my sight until I could, and the weakness from not having fed made me cranky. The wine didn't help.
"Is the world ending?" Reshi asked, as he picked at his quiche.
"Is the--what?"
"Is the world ending?"
"No. Why?"
"Then what's so terrible about breaking the rules?"
I couldn't come up with a good answer. "Fine," I said. I reached for the wine, and poured myself a glass. "Was I really so terrible with you?" I asked.
"Sybil, you let me take courses on Proust."
"No wonder you're insufferable."
"That's why you love me."
"Do I?"
Before he could answer the doorbell rang. Reshi went to answer it, leaving me to mull over what was either my epiphany or a moment of weakness. After I realized I couldn't do it to Nicholas, I unshackled him, eased him down, gave him a bathrobe, which he wrapped around himself. There was nothing I could say to him, so I left him. He hadn't left his room since then.
I am not a cruel person. And I was glad that last night had confirmed that belief. Nicholas, for all that he'd gone essentially unpunished, would probably think twice about his feelings again, and it would be a long time before he'd dare to disobey me again.
So why did I feel so dissatisfied?
It wasn't just the thirst, though the fact that I'd skipped the feeding that day definitely didn't help matters any. I wanted to be violent, to cause real pain, draw blood. That frenzy of adrenaline and blood that had taken me in the park had awakened a deeper kind of thirst, and I was afraid to find out what it would take to satisfy it.
"Sybil, you're not going to be happy with me, but..." Reshi came back in, leading Charles, dressed in a gray seersucker suit and carrying a bouquet of flowers. Reshi scurried out of the kitchen before I could scold him. I heard the main door open and close. So much for control over my own house.
"What did you say to him?"
Charles shrugged. "Only that it would be terribly rude if I couldn't at least give these flowers to his lady," he said. "Do you have a vase?"
I pulled out a pitcher from the cabinet, filled it about halfway with water, and slide the container across the cabinet at Charles. "What do you want?" I asked.
"Have you considered my proposal?"
I could only stare at him. I'd just spent the night wrestling with the question of how to manage my thrall, and he wanted to know if I would bear his child? The nerve of the man!
"I take it that's a no."
"I almost raped Nicholas last night," I said. "You still think I'm a suitable mother for your child?"
"But you didn't," he said. "So I'd say that demonstrates an immense amount of self-control for a woman who hasn't had to exercise any in over a century."
A vampire's stomach doesn't growl, exactly, if she hasn't fed, and we can go for up to a week between feedings if we have to. But that doesn't mean we don't feel hungry, and as he arranged the bouquet in the vase I found himself wondering if shapeshifter blood tasted different if he took on the form of a white tiger again.
"You look hungry," he said, after a moment. "I take it Nicholas no longer suits you?"
"He suits me fine," I said. "But I am
It was now or never. My hands tightened, one around his cock, the other on the dildo. And yet, even as I wrestled him into stillness, all I could hear was his whimpering, and all I could feel was the pounding of his heart, the terror in his veins.
This isn't discipline, either.
And it was never.
***
"You did the right thing," Reshi said.
"I know I did the right thing," I said. "But I just--the rules are rules. A thrall must have consequences for his actions. He must be released if he falls in love. And so far? What've I done? Nothing!"
It was early in the evening again, but I hadn't fed yet. I couldn't stand to look at Nicholas and I banished him from my sight until I could, and the weakness from not having fed made me cranky. The wine didn't help.
"Is the world ending?" Reshi asked, as he picked at his quiche.
"Is the--what?"
"Is the world ending?"
"No. Why?"
"Then what's so terrible about breaking the rules?"
I couldn't come up with a good answer. "Fine," I said. I reached for the wine, and poured myself a glass. "Was I really so terrible with you?" I asked.
"Sybil, you let me take courses on Proust."
"No wonder you're insufferable."
"That's why you love me."
"Do I?"
Before he could answer the doorbell rang. Reshi went to answer it, leaving me to mull over what was either my epiphany or a moment of weakness. After I realized I couldn't do it to Nicholas, I unshackled him, eased him down, gave him a bathrobe, which he wrapped around himself. There was nothing I could say to him, so I left him. He hadn't left his room since then.
I am not a cruel person. And I was glad that last night had confirmed that belief. Nicholas, for all that he'd gone essentially unpunished, would probably think twice about his feelings again, and it would be a long time before he'd dare to disobey me again.
So why did I feel so dissatisfied?
It wasn't just the thirst, though the fact that I'd skipped the feeding that day definitely didn't help matters any. I wanted to be violent, to cause real pain, draw blood. That frenzy of adrenaline and blood that had taken me in the park had awakened a deeper kind of thirst, and I was afraid to find out what it would take to satisfy it.
"Sybil, you're not going to be happy with me, but..." Reshi came back in, leading Charles, dressed in a gray seersucker suit and carrying a bouquet of flowers. Reshi scurried out of the kitchen before I could scold him. I heard the main door open and close. So much for control over my own house.
"What did you say to him?"
Charles shrugged. "Only that it would be terribly rude if I couldn't at least give these flowers to his lady," he said. "Do you have a vase?"
I pulled out a pitcher from the cabinet, filled it about halfway with water, and slide the container across the cabinet at Charles. "What do you want?" I asked.
"Have you considered my proposal?"
I could only stare at him. I'd just spent the night wrestling with the question of how to manage my thrall, and he wanted to know if I would bear his child? The nerve of the man!
"I take it that's a no."
"I almost raped Nicholas last night," I said. "You still think I'm a suitable mother for your child?"
"But you didn't," he said. "So I'd say that demonstrates an immense amount of self-control for a woman who hasn't had to exercise any in over a century."
A vampire's stomach doesn't growl, exactly, if she hasn't fed, and we can go for up to a week between feedings if we have to. But that doesn't mean we don't feel hungry, and as he arranged the bouquet in the vase I found himself wondering if shapeshifter blood tasted different if he took on the form of a white tiger again.
"You look hungry," he said, after a moment. "I take it Nicholas no longer suits you?"
"He suits me fine," I said. "But I am
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