The Red Wing Mansion

The Pearl Wing Mansion : Chapter Twenty-Eight

Pearly's POV

Night

The club meeting at the Pearl-Wing was already getting wild and it had only been an hour and a half since everyone arrived after dark. After taste testing Gregory and Walker's wine, the friends, husbands and wives we had all made throughout the centuries were ready to play some nasty games.

The wives had collars, and in most cases, they had been Turned by their husbands and had a greater inclination to be slaves of their infernal thirst for sin, sharing their blood and their pleasure. With the one exception, Aesira had turned her husband, and he was already between her legs, under her dress, kissing and licking her to her first orgasm.

Her moan is what sets off everyone else in the ballroom, to having group sex or swapping wives by swapping leashes. The vampires were bloody with their games as they liked to drink as they sunk their cocks into their shared slaves.

Dagger Spellman was always very particular about keeping our sexual acts private, but the demon has changed him. We sit side by side, my hand clasped in his as we watch the acts.

Fontaine is outside speaking with Alix, Harper and Cece. They are the only ones outside the ritual of sex and power.

Isela is absent, while Walker and Gregory are in town bar hopping. It's simply better to be a part of this club when you had a lover.

Tiffany and Rudolf are walking over to us, sharing a glass of wine and blood each. Tiff, like usual, is dressed elegantly. Most of the time she loved blue or red, but tonight she wears a dull beige, only because the dress is so old. I remember it from when she was a human. I want to talk to her about it, but then Spellman squeezes my hand.

Rudolph catches my eye briefly, but then looks to my husband, winking.

"Spellman," Rudolph stands before us, his fangs glinting as the moonlight bathes over our foursome in the corner, "I had a chat earlier with Fontaine, he said something about your wife. Or should I say your brat."

"Pet," Dagger turns to me, leaning down to kiss my ear, "Ask for your lesson, sweety."

"Rudy," I squeak as I stand up and try to keep my composure. To make it easier, tonight I wore a little red dress that barely covered my ass. I wanted this to be over with quickly.

"Do you mind?" Tiffany gives me a sweet kiss to the cheek as she slides past me, "I've always wanted to try Spellman's magical fingers."

"You remember when I said that?" I gasp, because it had been a secret I had told her almost two and half centuries ago. I had been boasting about his finger work.

"I remember everything," Tiffany turns to take a seat but before her butt touches the couch, Spellman catches her waist and pulls her onto his lap, his eye on me as his fingers slide up Tiffany's inner thigh.

I clench my own together, blushing bad as I stand before them. I'm so red in the face, and Dagger almost looks guilty and almost stops... but I give him an approving nod.

I was enjoying this too.

The thing about loyalty and eternity – sharing is on the table. It's easier to separate sex to be an experience on its own. I feel heat gather at my back as Rudolph steps closer to stand flush behind me.

Tiffany always whispered to me about his heavy hand and his generously thick cock. I feel it stiff and warm through his suit pants, pressed to my back as Rudy touches my belly, pulling me back into him as he commands me.

"Be a good girl. Ask me what you must, Pearly," Rudolph says it loud and clear, eager to see if I'll comply. We had always been good friends, with flirty tendencies. Now the handsome bastard get's to play with his best friend's sister. What a sinner Rudy is. Oh, but I can't say I hadn't' imagined it myself...