Children Of The Night
By: Veronica Leigh Marquette
CHAPTER 12
*You're being incredibly lazy tonight. I've been waiting for you to wake up
for almost an hour. * The soft, amused voice filled her soul.
*I'm not a morning person, and I'm still full. * She snuggled against him.
*Besides, aren't we supposed to sleep in tonight? * She was not waking, for
anything. She just snuggled further into his arms and sighed.
*We are alone, beloved. * Jessy lifted her chin to kiss her lightly.
Chuckling at the slow, sleepy response.
*Happy, happy, joy, joy, let me sleep, baby. I'm deadbeat. *
*I won't wake you honey, just lay back and sleep. I'm hungry, you took a
lot from me last night. * His fangs sank into her throat, trying not to disturb
her in the process. 'Poor baby, she is just so tired'. He hadn't thought that
when he made his commitment to her that she would take it to the extremes she
did.
'Who was he kidding'? She couldn't just sleep, as he fed from her. She had
never been in the place of just being fed from. Every time they had linked. *I
love you. *
*I know, baby, and you know how I feel, now hush, and sleep. *
She stirred against him. *You have got to be kidding me. *
He laughed softly, as Kris reached up to pull his head back down to her
throat as her fangs sank into his.
* * *
*Master? * Patty's bright thoughts filled Jessy's mind, as he lay there with
Kris, relaxed and drowsy.
*Girl, you finished yet? *
*Oh yes, all we are waiting is for you to come and do your traditional
putting the Angel on the top of the tree. A little more ice-cycles after you
do, and it will be finished for another year. *
*Am I going to need a ladder this year? *
Laughter sprinkled down over him, *yeppers. *
"What's so funny?" Kris pulled up as Jessy began to laugh.
"Patty, I was just informed that they are ready for us to make an
appearance. I get to put the angel on the tree, and when I asked her if I would
need a ladder this time, she just laughed at me and said, 'yeppers'."
They both pulled themselves up and began to slip on the robes they had worn
the night before, soon enough would come time for a shower. "You know
something, Jess?"
"No, what?"
"I just realized how much you actually run every thing that goes on in this
house."
He stopped, hand on the door. Actually thinking about it for the first
time. He had never thought to question his place here before now. "You know
what, love, I do believe you are right. Funny how I never stopped to think
about it."
* * *
The tree was enormous. The top stood a good twelve feed into the air, it
would take at least eight of them arms stretched to circle the thing. It
sparkled and shimmered with lights that winked cheerfully, ornaments reflecting
the light. And on top of it all a fine web of silver webbing as the ice-cycles
layered it.
"So, Kris, Jessy, what do you think?" Mitch was really rather pleased with
it himself. He had found the tree, and as such was rewarded with picking, this,
years ornament to mark the year. He had chosen a simple glass ball, purple in
color with the year done in bright green.
Kris just looked at it, trying to come up with the words for the beautiful
sight before her. Out side of the trees she had seen decorated in parks and in
the mall, it was the biggest tree she had ever seen, and even the mall's
professional's couldn't match the simple grace of the decorations. "'Fuck me'."
She used one of Jessy's favorite lines when faced with disbelief.
"I'm going to take that as a good sign." He moved to pull her close. *I
had a good cry a little while ago, while I was helping to decorate the tree. We
all did. * "All she needs is an Angel on top and she will be perfect."
*What was wrong? * She didn't feel any pain in the room, why would they be
upset.
"It's okay, Krissy, it's one of the reason's why Randy and Patty were so
insistent about you two staying downstairs until called. We don't tend to think
about what we left behind, but decorating a Christmas-tree, sort of reminds us
for a minute, makes us re-evaluate our desires to be here, and that is good. We
need to think about the commitment we have with you both. Or so that is how
they explained it. Me I just missed my folks for a few minutes, before putting
it away, I am here, and I don't want to ever leave."
*Let it go, baby, I had a long talk with my bunch several years back.
Trying to get them to at the very least wait until I was up and moving before
they touched this emotional pain. But they just told me that as long as I am
up, they couldn't just let go they would be too affixed to me and, my, wants and
needs to ever just let go. * Jessy lay a hand on her shoulder. "It's even
lovelier than last year. I think every year you strive to out do yourselves."
"Would you like to crown the tree before you see the bill, or afterwards?"
Randy waved a sales recite, grinning.
"Afterwards, while I still think it is so wonderfully beautiful. With out
knowing what it cost me."
"He's going to have a fit." Mitch whispered to Kris as Jessy retrieved the
ladder. *Tax and all it was seven hundred and fifty nine dollars and spare
change. * He grinned at Kris as she choked.
"You spent how much? My god, Mitch." She was shocked. The most she had
ever seen anyone spend on a tree was a hundred and seventy-five, and that was a
nice tree, not great, but not ugly either.
"Yes, she is truly beautiful." Jessy stood back and admired the tree.
"Now, let me see the bill."
"Worth it, don't you think?" Randy handed him the recite.
Jessy looked at the price, then back up at the tree again, then the price,
before finally lower his hand as he looked back up again. "I must say, Pet, you
certainly got 'my' moneys worth, all in all, you got a bargain."
"Well of course, what did you think we were just out trying to find the
absolute most expensive tree, without looking at what we were buying. Mitch,
spotted it for us, he gets the credit. Though if he hadn't jumped on it, I was
about to."
"So, Butch, you got to pick out the year's ornament?"
"Yeah, I did, I think Krissy, will really like this one, she has pretty
simple tastes in things like this."
"And how much did you blow for this trinket?"
"Would you believe, I got it for a little more than ten?" There was
smugness in his voice.
"Ten? I dread to see it. Last years cost me almost eighty."
"I think you'll like it. It isn't fancy, but it is elegant in a simple
way." He carefully lifted an ornament off the tree. And presented it to them.
Merry Christmas you two."
It was a paper this ball of translucent purple glass, with a simple Merry
Christmas with two thousand five - two thousand six, in bright green
calligraphy. A red bow with a plastic holly sprig was rapped around the gold
cap. "Baby, I don't know what to say." Jessy was afraid to breathe, lest he
break it.
"Well I do. Butch, it is, how did you know?"
"Purple is your favorite color, and when I say the design, it just looked, I
don't know . . .. Perfect." He reached out to point to the date on the
ornament. "I liked the way they tied in a new beginning with the ending, a
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year."
"Damn, love, you're right. I've seen ornaments dated like this before, but
I never thought of it quite that way." Jessy carefully handed him back the
ornament. "Make sure that one is packed alone in a sea of peanuts when it comes
time to take it down.
"Well, we are definitely going to have to stop the get a little better every
year." Jake commented to Danny.
Jessy looked up at him. "Why's that Boy? I always thought you got almost
as much kick out of this, as, pet does."
He just chuckled. "Oh trust me Master, I do. But after that tree, and that
ornament, forget doing better, we are going to be doing damn good to even get
close to matching it next year.
"Oh I am sure you will come up with something, perhaps a theme. Or go out
of your way to find the cheapest tree you can find, and the most tacky of
ornaments. Even if you had to go out and buy all new decorations, it wouldn't
cost me near as much as this year did."
"Not fair Jessy." Randy fussed. "We didn't buy any new ornaments this
year, except the one Mitch picked out, so the total bill was less than eight.
You got off cheap this year. After getting the tree, the new bunch that came
pretty much when Kris did, they were in shock. They had a fit when Tracy
suggested going ornament shopping. The tress only looks different because, with
as fat and tall as it is, there was plenty of room to put all the decorations we
have on, and it not look cramped."
Jessy looked over the tree once again, and took another view. Randy was
right, other than the Year ornament and the ice-cycles, there were no new
decorations. Everything from past holidays was there, from last year all the
way back to the first Christmas he had shared with Randy. The Angel that sat so
primly on the top of the branches was the one that after Randy had decorated the
tree, they had noticed that it just seemed to, miss something. Jessy was the
one to point out they didn't have a star, and went out to get one. But it
wasn't any star he brought home, but, porcelain satin and lace Angel. The
pristine whiteness of her feathered wings still gleamed brightly. Every year
she was packed away in the specially designed box she came in, and that box in
another to shelter her and every year when they decorated the tree, she was
brought out. And every year, Jessy topped the tree with her. So, many, good
memories.
"Jessy, Master," Randy reached for him. "What is wrong, why are you
crying?"
Jessy just kissed him, making soft shushing noises. "Nothing is wrong, Pet,
I was just remembering when I got the Angel, and how many good memories have
been had since then."
"Yeah, come to think of it Master, we have had a lot of things to be
thankful for, haven't we?"
Jessy laughed at him, pulling him even closer. "I will see to it that I
give you something to be thankful for Pet."
* * *
Kris moved past where Jessy was amusing himself with Randy. "What's wrong,
Puck? You don't look like you feel none too good."
Ryan smiled at her. "Just trying to work it all out in my head, Mistress."
"Why? What's the problem. The tree is beautiful. You all did such a
wonderful job on it. I would have thought, you of the entire bunch would be
grinning from ear to ear. It's just not like you to not be happy at times like
this. Ever since we brought you home. Of all the new ones, other than butch,
precious and angel, you are the happiest of you all." She stroked his cheek.
"I am happy Mistress. It's just the last real Christmas I had, I was
eleven, I still believed in Santa Clause."
"Why, what happened?"
"My dad left us the following June. After that, my mom went pretty much to
shit." He was not comfortable talking about his past. He only hoped that his
mistress would find something else she wanted to talk about. "Are you hungry?"
Kris laughed pulling him close. "How did you know? I don't know how I
could be, I think I almost ate you alive last night." She pushed his hair aside
bringing her mouth and fangs up to his throat. 'What a wonderful way to start
the day.'
* * *
Sam lay back against Tracy, watching all that went on around them. In the
last month, so much of his life had changed. He used to think that he had it
made when he could afford to pay his bills, and still had money left over for
food. But now, all he could ever hope to want, was there for the taking, all he
had to do, was accept that someone owned him. That he would never be free
again. But free to do what. Here, he had people who cared about him, clothes,
a warm bed, food, and all the freaky sex he could ever want. He was glad the
blood that his master fed him almost nightly, was enough to heal the claw-mark's
on his back, because if it couldn't, with the way Tracy tended to chew him up,
nightly, he would be in real sad shape. "Wanna go to the bed, Baby?" He
nibbled at her ear, hands working under her top, to caress her breasts and
belly. "I think I need another round with you clawing my back again." His
master had seen to him, but nothing more than just sharing his blood with him.
It had been almost two weeks since his master had done anything more to him. "I
got this itch, you understand."
Tracy laughed at him. "Poor baby, with as much as you like my nails, you
really should try to talk master into letting pet or angel spend a little more
time with you."
He shook his head. "Nah, I am way too fond of women. Oh a man does just
fine, but I really think I like women better." He grinned tweaking the nipple
of her breast that he was cupping. "You trying to get rid of me or something?
And here I thought you liked me, I know you do, got the claw-mark's to prove
it."
She giggled, hissing and bearing her nails at him. "I do, like you, a whole
lot. Just wanted to make sure that, with as much as you like when I mark you,
you knew that if you went to look for someone a little more prone to do damage,
I understood."
He shifted so he lay over her, kissing her. "I think you suit my tastes,
just fine, Baby. I won't ask anything from you that you aren't comfortable
about giving. So if you are happy, scratching my 'itch', I'm happy to let you
scratch away. But if you ever decide that you might find something else
interesting, I'm game."
She grinned up at him. "Should I bother master, and see if he is willing to
loan me something for you? He has all the things that he has been playing with
Randy, Alex and Bobby with. Do you think, he might take offense at me trying to
borrow one of his things, or should we go out tomorrow and you help me to pick
out a few things for us." The idea of trying her hand at playing the games she
had watched her master and mistress play with their special ones for the last
seven months, had done more than just mildly interest her. And if Sam was
interested too, that was cool by her.
Sam shrugged. "We could ask, but we probably should if it looks like it
might be worth the effort, look around tomorrow and see if there's something
that hits our fancy. I'm serious, Tracy. You are the closest thing I have ever
had to a full time lover. Oh, I made my living, putting out for anyone who had
twenty bucks, but not anything real. And our master, he did go out and get me
for you. It's kind of cool, you know, the thought of being a slave to a slave."
She pushed him off her, sitting up. "You serious, Sam?"
"I think so. I mean, you dig furrows out of my back almost nightly, I'm
used to it. If trying to take it farther, don't work for us, then we can always
go back to you clawing my back till it bleeds. But if it does work out, I won't
lie to you. Master is cool and all, but I would much prefer to answer to a
woman, and mistress has got her hands way too full with Mitch, Danny, Ryan and
Brenda. I don't think she would have time to let me try and see if I am up to
more than just claws in my back."
She grinned even wider. "Master," she looked up to where Jessy was in the
middle of working on Randy and Alex.
Jessy pulled back, rubbing the welts from the crop that decorated Alex's
back. "I'm busy right now, Baby, what do you need?"
"Nothing major Master, just wanted to know if you had a few toys, that you
weren't using, that I could borrow?"
Jessy leaned over Alex. "What say you Precious? Had enough of the crop for
now?"
"I haven't used my safeword yet Master." He protested.
"No, and I'm not finished seeing how far I can take you before you do, but I
am tired of using the crop. Now, I haven't even tried you with the whip, or
flogger. Don't worry, Precious, the night is not even half over for you." He
pulled up. "Why do you ask Baby?"
Tracy shrugged. "Bright Eyes and I were kind of interested in seeing just
how far we are up to going with each other. If you are busy, it's cool. I can
always claw his back some more, and tomorrow, we can go out and go shopping
together."
"You might want to do just that. Last time I checked, it wasn't good for a
master to loan out his things." He looked to where Sam lay beside her. "So, I
have another one like my boys, hu?"
She giggled. "Yes, and no. I think so, but as we are just now talking
about it, I don't know yet."
"Well, then, I would suggest, tomorrow when you two go out on your search,
you look into a few things. I'll have Angel make up a list of things, that if
you are serious, you might look into getting for him. What I don't understand,
is what is it with all of you? For me, it is only expected. I am the master of
my home after all, but every time I turn around, I keep finding more and more
that are ever so ready to lay under me and my lash."
Tracy shook her head. "Not me Master, but Bright Eyes, and he is more
partial to women than men, and well mistress is busy, and you did get him for
me, so well, what can I say?"
Jessy chuckled shaking his head. A den of iniquity, that is what I seem to
be running here. Sure Baby, by all means, if you and bright eyes are interested
in experimenting with each other, you have my blessings."
"Thank you Master." She turned back to Sam. "Still have that itch?"
"Oh yeah, and it's getting worse. Want to take me somewhere and scratch it
for me?" He lowered his head. "Mistress."
* * *
"Okay, kids, here's the list, that master promised you I would come up with.
Now, Tracy, are you sure, you are up to this?" Bobby handed her a sheet of
paper with a long list of things he had thought they might find useful.
"Oh, yeah. Last night was wonderful." She grinned at Sam, who blushed.
She hadn't had any of the things that she was used to seeing her master with,
but she soon discovered she was absolutely amazed at what a wooden spoon,
properly applied could do. Sam, who had started calling her mistress, even
before they made it back to her room, and spent hours, crying in pain, as he
came again and again, and crying for more to keep it going.
"Okay, you need me to go with you, to help you locate some of this stuff?
You have to know who to ask in some places, and what to ask for. Like you say
restraints, and in a lot of places, you're going to get handcuffs, or even
sadder the last time I went shopping for a butt plug for Alex, it took me
forever to make the girl at the shop understand I wanted a plug, and not a
dildo."
Tracy looked at Sam, he was blushing even harder. "Sure, do you think what
without master with us, our collars will be visible?"
"Probably. You have a problem with that?"
"No, but I was just wondering, so if I take him shopping and decide to hook
a leash to his collar, it would be seen?"
"Unless you run across nothing but blind folk, sure. But Tracy, are you
sure you want to do that? Some of the places that we will go in search of a toy
chest for the two of you, Sam will be very conspicuous."
She just shrugged. "Oh, well, so he will be conspicuous. He'll get over
it, I am sure."
"Baby, I don't know about this. It's one thing, here, everyone else knows
us, but, I might run into an old customer and there are a few that would be
pissed as hell if they saw me, not only collared, but on a leash. I spent a lot
of my time, turning guys down who were into this."
"Remember what you said last night, about it being cool to be a slave of a
slave? I am sure you will live through it."
"But Baby," he tried to reason with her, but she only gave him a frosty
look. "Okay, I'll mind."
Bobby laughed. "My, my, girl, I think you got his attention. You two plan
to make this real, then you are well on your way to doing just that. Our master
came close a couple of times last night to looking in on the two of you. Your
boy there, he was making enough noise to wake the dead. First things first, you
are going to need to invest in a gag. Or train him to learn to be quiet."
She shook her head. "I don't want to gag him Bobby. I kind of like the
noise he makes."
Sam stood there, feeling left out as the two discussed him as if he wasn't
even there.
"Well, as soon as he finished getting the play room downstairs built, that
won't be a problem. But as long as you two are planning to stay in your room to
play, then take my advice. Either gag him, or make him learn to be quiet."
"Is that your professional advice? Or just trying to make sure that our
master doesn't get sidetracked with all the noise he makes?"
Bobby reached out and playfully swatted at her. "If truth be known, a
little of both. Your boy, he can be damn distracting, and I would just as soon,
not have my master, pause again while he is with me to stop and listen to him
scream. It interrupts things too much."
"All I used on him last night was a wooden spoon from the kitchen, I didn't
know he was going to react like that." She giggled, "but now that I do, yeah
you're right, we are going to have to get a gag. I don't think I would make him
be quiet. And punishing him for making all that noise is sort of a waste of
time. All that is going to do is make him that much louder."
"Well, you go get his leash, I'll keep an eye on him till you get back."
Bobby reached out and lay a hand on the back of Sam's neck. "Kneel boy. You
wanted this from her, so it's time you learned to live with it. Our master, he
isn't big into some of the etiquette that normally is expected from a bottom to
his top, but your, lady, she isn't the master. And a slave to a slave, means
that you are going to have to learn how to behave fast, and make sure you are as
perfect as possible at all times. If you make Tracy look bad with your poor
behavior, it will in the end come back and make our master and mistress look
bad. And you don't want that, do you?"
Sam went to his knees, "no, sir." What had he been thinking? Was it really
this important to him, that he would meekly follow her around, on a leash no
less? But as he knelt there, under Bobby's hand, he decided, that 'yes' it was
that important. He had never had a lady, or mistress before coming here, and
all his dreams and darkest fantasies had always had him as he was now. As
horrifying and humbling as it was going to be for him. He wanted this.
"Anything else I need to know right off?"
"For now, you can probably impress her by remembering to kneel when she
stops and keep quiet unless she wants you opinion on something. The rest, I
will help her to work out as you go along."
* * *
Sam tried hard not to notice the people around him as he was led on a leash
at Tracy's side. No one was laughing or mocking him, but they all kept looking
like they were thinking about it.
The shop that Bobby led them too, was simply named 'The Adult Toy Store'.
"In here, you should luck into most of the things you will need with him."
"My God." Tracy blushed as she picked up a huge black strap on. It had to
be a foot long, and as big around as her wrist. "People actually use these
kinds of things?"
"Yes, ma'am, that is one of our best sellers." The young man that was
working smiled at her. "We have a few bigger ones, width wise in the back, but
that is about as long as we get. You looking for something for yourself, or
looking to get it for a gift?"
"I'm helping her to get things she is going to need to break in her new
slave." Bobby offered, looking down to where Sam knelt on his knees by her.
"She's real new, you understand how it is."
"Well, then, can I possibly interest you in a few things that we don't
usually keep on the shelves?"
Bobby looked at Tracy, "care to look?"
"Sure, can I bring Sam with me? He's the one I am buying these things for
after all."
"Hey, I'm just here to help you pick out some things, what you do with him,
is your call. Take him with you, or let him stay here with me, I don't care."
Tracy looked from the sales clerk who was waiting for her to decide what to
do, and then down to San. "You're not coming back with me?"
"I wouldn't miss this for the world." He laughed. "The concept that this
place actually has things that they can't put out in plane sight, what a
temptation."
"Okay, let's go."
