Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [875]
He turned those newly serious eyes to Asher. “For this, I will owe you a favor, but only one favor, not three.”
Asher reached up and undid his hair, letting the heavy sparkling waves fall around his face. He stared down at the smaller man, and I couldn’t see the look he gave, but whatever it was, it made Narcissus look like a drowning man. “I am only worth one favor?” Asher said. “I think not.”
Narcissus had to swallow twice before he could speak. “Perhaps more.” He turned and looked at us, and his eyes were still raw, real. “Go, save your wereleopards, whoever they belong to. But know this, the ones inside are new to our community. They do not know our rules, and their own rules seem harsh by comparison.”
“You warn us, Narcissus, thank you,” Jean-Claude said.
“I think that this one would not like it if you were hurt, no matter how angry he is with you, Jean-Claude. I am about to let him bind me to this bed, or the wall, and do to me whatever he wishes.”
“Whatever I wish?” Asher asked.
Narcissus’s gaze flicked back to him. “No, not whatever, but until I use the safety word, yes.” There was something almost childlike in the way he said the last, as if he were already thinking of what was to come, and not really concentrating on us.
“Safety word?” I asked.
Narcissus gazed at me. “If the pain grows too much, or if something is proposed that the slave does not want to do, you use the word agreed upon. Once the word is spoken the master must stop.”
“But you’ll be tied up, you won’t be able to make him stop.”
Narcissus’s eyes were drowning, drowning in things that I didn’t understand, and didn’t want to. “It is both the trust and the element of uncertainty that makes the event, Anita.”
“You trust that he’ll stop when you say stop, but you like the thought that he might not stop, that he might just keep going,” Richard said.
It made me stare at him, but I caught Narcissus’s nod.
“Am I the only one in this room that doesn’t understand how this game is played?”
“Remember, Anita,” Richard said, “I was a virgin until Raina got me. She was my first lover, and her tastes ran . . . to the exotic.”
Narcissus laughed then. “A virgin in Raina’s hands, what a frightening image. Even I wouldn’t let her top me, because you could see it in her eyes.”
“See what?” I asked.
“That she had no stopping point.”
Having almost been a star in one of her little bedroom dramas, saved only by the fact that I’d killed her first, I had to agree.
“Raina liked it better if you didn’t want to do it,” Richard said. “She was a sexual sadist, not a dominant. It took me a long time to realize how big a difference there is between the two.”
I looked at his face, but he was safe behind his shields, I couldn’t read him. He and Jean-Claude had more practice at shielding than I did. But, frankly, I didn’t want to know what was behind the lost look on Richard’s face. I realized with a start that I had Jean-Claude’s memories but not Richard’s. It had never occurred to me to ask why that was. But later, later. Right now I wanted to be out of this room. “I want out of here.”
Jean-Claude pulled gently away from both of us to stand on his own. “Yes, the night is running out, and we have much to do.”
I didn’t look at him, or Richard. I’d pretty much promised that if dawn stayed at bay we’d have sex tonight. But somehow staring at Asher’s naked back, with Narcissus gazing up at him with a look somewhere between adoration and terror, I just wasn’t in the mood anymore.
7
THE UPPER HALLWAY stretched white and empty. There was a silver wallpaper border high up on the wall; more silver ran