บท 135: 15. Stayin' Alive.
I slept for a week. Then I went to dinner and thought, WDIWTD, what do I want to do? Then I had a fucking great idea. Adam and Charles would be there, and the wolves were out and about, and the three salvatores were on Mariella.
I knew there was a fourth of them somewhere, but I hadn't gone to think about where yet. The pen. I went off to set up our karaoke room. We'd go and sing and have a drink while we did it, maybe some wine or something.
And then I would seduce them with songs, slowly but surely, teasing them, and best of all, this would be our thing. Charles would sing, and Adam's voice wasn't bad either. I'd heard them both sing now and then, but I'd never heard Damon sing, so I suspected this wasn't a gentleman's treat.
I had such an enormous pile of just wonderful songs. I booked drinks and chairs and sofas to sit and sing on, but there were tables, too. I thought I'd jump on a table at some point and do a little performance.
I said to the men, "Tonight, the three of us, we're having a karaoke night. On the fifth floor, there is a karaoke room and drinking and singing. Now we are going to drink and sing and dance. We're having fun, and you never know where it's going to lead."
Charles said to me, in a very dark voice, "Honey, I know you have special needs and we are ready to take care of them, and this time honey, we have made little pre-planning so little bitch, you will be going down."
He spoke just in the right way to make my vortex really active and I had not even thought of that thing, but oh my god, now it was almost everything that I had in my mind. This would be a great little karaoke session.
Both men were ready. I spent another couple of hours getting everything ready and then went to change. I had sipped quite a few drinks, and this was strong stuff, so I was very relaxed, daring mood and my vortex was waiting for those men, their daggers, and their dominance.
My clothes were just on point. A loose top, blood red, that reached to my waist so that my belly button was bare, I had a piercing on it, a big blood-red ruby, nestled on it like a huge drop of blood, but if I stretched up so that the top went higher, my nipples came out. No bra, of course. A short skirt, black schoolgirl-like, and lace panties, but the skirt was pleated but lightweight material. It clung to my body, at least if I had sat for a while.
As Damon was curious to see what Mimi was up to, he spied her thoughts. He had found out this seduction, karaoke plan and he was more than ready to ruin it. He was jealous, knowing that she had not yet been in bed with Adam and Charles and now she seemed to get ready for something. What was more surprising, Damon looked at his radar, seeing Mimi drinking quite freaking many strong drinks so she would be drunk more or less. getting Mariella drunk would be fun too, but Damon wanted to see what she was up to.
Damon said to Mariella. " Have you ever sung karaoke? Mimi and the men are going to sing, and Mimi is going to seduce both of them with songs. She has also drunk already so she will be tipsy at least. I have looked from my radar. She has some kind of plan."
Mariella said, " Oh really, should we go and join in then? Maybe I should drink too, to feel what it is to be drunk."
Damon smiled and said, " We can do that, but timing is important here then, so we get the fullest effect. I will inform this to others and then we will show our dear mini Mimi that this could be a pack event, not her private seduction."
Mariella said, " Lead the way, show me when, and I'll follow. I have no idea how to sing, though."
Damon laughed and stood up. They would still have time to shower. Damon was very pleased with his plan. He knew what to do, what to wear, and how to make an impact. Somehow, even though it had been a punishment, those two weeks had brought him closer to Mimi, and he wanted it to continue.
I went to the karaoke room and was ready. Adam and Charles came in, both wearing silk shirts that I had bought for them at the time and tight leather pants, also bought by me. I saw a glint on Charles's belt. He had the dagger with him and oh boy; I had no idea how long I could sing anything if he would start to play with it.
Adam had on a midnight blue silk shirt and black leather pants; his shirt had a couple of buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up a little. He had the knife with him, too. Charles had on a dark blood-red shirt and light brown leather trousers. Also, with a couple of buttons undone, and the sleeves rolled up. It seems I wasn't the only one with a little seduction going on.
I walked over to the table, the sound of my heels echoing on the polished floor. I grabbed a crystal glass and poured myself a generous serving of tequila, the scent of the liquor filling the air. Downing it in one swift motion, a warm sensation spread through my chest. A mischievous smile played on my lips as I glanced around the room.
They joined me at the table, their glasses clinking against each other as they poured a concoction of various drinks. The room filled with the mingling aromas of different spirits and mixers. Excitement buzzed in the air, anticipation building.
"Are you ready?" I asked the boys, my voice laced with a hint of challenge. "I'll go first. This is a duet, but let's see if you come and sing."
Charles pressed his body against mine, the cool touch of a dagger against my throat sending shivers down my spine.
"Oh, honey," he whispered, his voice dripping with seduction. "I can't wait for you to be my ladybird. But how long can you sing if I tease you after every song?" A blade gently grazed my throat, causing a visceral reaction within me.
My voice came out husky as I retorted, "Keep it up, little boy, and I won't sing a single note."
I queued up the first song, "Ladybird" by Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra, the music filling the room. As the melody began, I prepared myself to start singing. The room was silent, waiting to see who would join in. Suddenly, a voice emerged from the doorway, harmonizing perfectly with the male part of the song. I turned to look and was taken aback. It was Damon. His voice flowed like silk, hitting every note flawlessly.
I continued with my part, and Damon, holding his own microphone, walked up beside me to sing. He was dressed impeccably for the occasion, wearing a sky blue silk shirt with casually rolled-up sleeves and blue leather pants. His touch was playful as he brushed against me, his gaze smoldering with desire. Now, I had to figure out how to execute my seduction, faced with this unexpected twist.
I finished the song and went to my seat. Adam and Charles were a little distracted, but Mariella was dressed in a vinyl dress with a strappy design and sat near them. She was drinking what seemed to be Long Island iced tea, and I was not sure if she had drunk that much. She might be wasted soon. Two other Damon were smirking at me, glasses or bourbon in their hands. Two had a green shirt and green trousers, and number three was wearing purple.
Adam went next and started singing Natalie Cole's Miss You like crazy. He got Mariella to join him in the singing. They went well together.
It was now Charles' turn, and his rendition of the Platters' Twilight Time song was absolutely captivating. As he sang, I moved closer to him, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. In the midst of the performance, a sudden sharp pain coursed through my bare belly, a dagger slicing across it. I tried not to show any sign of distress, unsure if anyone had noticed. But number two seemed to be enjoying the spectacle, eagerly tuning into my every reaction.
Mariella took the stage next, her voice filled with emotion as she sang Aerosmith's I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing for Damon. The atmosphere became incredibly romantic. I found myself seated on Adam's lap, and in a clandestine moment, he too wielded a dagger, swiftly slashing my back. The pain was intense, and I had to suppress my gasp. This participant was clearly prepared for this twisted game.
Damon1 serenaded Mariella with his own song, a tribute from Bobby Summers, also known as Mariela. It was evident that he was deeply in love, fueled by a few drinks. Mariella, in her tipsy state, giggled uncontrollably. Meanwhile, I attempted to sip my tequila, but Charles continued his assault with his dagger, forcing me to straddle him. We were supposed to be sharing a kiss, but instead, he drove the dagger deep into my belly, twisting it, effectively silencing any sound I might have made.
Damon2 took his turn, singing to Mariella, and as the Spice Girls' iconic song 2 become 1, played, an intriguing blend of peach and white wine filled the air. Mariela's laughter filled the room once again, while the number two eyed me sharply. Damon1 remained enthralled with Mariella, having clearly exerted some level of control over her.
And then, it was my turn once more. My inner desires surged, fueled by the alcohol coursing through my veins. As the alpha of the group, I couldn't resist giving Damon a subtle little challenge as I embarked on a powerful rendition of Shania Twain's You're Still the One. And the focus of my song? Charles himself.
It, the realization and wonderful idea, hit me with a sudden force, sinking deep within me. As Damon had pretty much prepared to serenade Mariella at the karaoke night, I made up my mind. I would sing for Charles. Our voices intertwined, a shared melody conveying our unspoken message. Mariella understood, her eyes reflecting comprehension. She was a little shamed maybe, or jealous, as there was a pretty powerful charge between me and Charles.
Fine, then. Charles, now emboldened, brandished his dagger in a public display. He lightly traced it across my belly, teasingly, like a seductive dance. Number two, however, had a different aura about him. I could feel his presence in my mind, a distinct sensation separate from the first.
And then it was Adam's turn. He too was drawn into the game, his voice carrying Bryan Adams' "Heaven," one of my cherished songs. In front of everyone, he took me, his dagger grazing my neck, the scent of strawberries and champagne filling the air, intoxicating my senses. Damon's expression soured, mirrored by number two's disapproval.
But Mariella, fueled by alcohol, boldly straddled number two's lap, their lips locking in a passionate embrace. Charles followed suit, belting out Bon Jovi's "Livin' on a Prayer," his rockstar prowess on full display. He too had succumbed to the drinks. With his dagger in hand, he approached Mimosa, slicing her skin and unleashing her wild side.
Damon's gaze locked onto mine, a challenge evident in his eyes. He serenaded me, the band Michael Learns to Rock's "Someday" filling the room. Drawing me closer, he brushed his vampire nail across my skin, leaving a delicate mark. It was almost perfect, his tuning almost right. Yet, I couldn't fully trust it, forcing myself to maintain control. Even my inner vortex longed to escape and meet him halfway. It was as if my vortex sensed his innate power, a magnetic pull that couldn't be denied.
Mariella sang for number one, One in a Million, well, that remains to be seen. She was again, all over him, as she would have sensed tension between us.
Number two sang to Mariella and the wolves, Right Said Fred's I´m too sexy and made Mariella tremble with laughter. It was a pretty fucking wonderful song, though.
The third one was singing from the same band, Don't Talk, Just Kiss. Oh well, Mariela kissed number one and two quite eagerly, while Adam had pulled me again now on his lap, thrusting his dagger almost through me, twisting it, kissing me, tuning me even more.
Then, it was my turn again. If Salvatore wants to play, so can I. I sang to him Pet Shop Boy's version of the song "Always on My Mind." And with as fucking sweet a performance as possible, straight to Damon. And I'd sit on his lap while I sang. I got a little knife play as this one had gotten a knife for himself somewhere, but I could take it.
He was testing it, thrusting it in my belly, making me kiss him at the end of the song. His expression was very thoughtful. My vortex had loved that, and I had been drinking, not thinking, and I hoped he would put my behaviors to my drunken state.
Adam next sang to Mariella from Abba's Waterloo. Charles then sang to me, Honey, Honey, also from the Abba. Again, he could be so damn sly with his dagger that burned.
He whispered to me "Hyssop honey feels good, right..." Oh, it felt.
Mariella sang to Adam and Charles from Abba: I've been waiting for you. Boys played with her too, using their knives on her, making the smell of peaches and white wine even more.
Damon sang to Mariella and Wolves: From This Moment by Shania Twain. I thought in my mind that this is where the wedding will come from.
Damon 2 sang Tom Jones' Sex Bomb for me. Fine. Interesting choice. I did not go to his lap. He had that kind of expression that he was just in mood and if he would treat me, my vortex would pop out to see him.
Damon 3 sang me Gunther's Teeny weeny string bikini. He was a little more drunken and playful, not so dangerous, not at all.
Then it was my turn. I would pick all three Damons as my targets. I jumped up onto the table. My song was from Bryan Adams, Everything I do, I do it for you. They certainly had suitable expressions. Number one had his dagger ready, but I was wiser, not going near him.
Charles sang to me after he had had several drinks, so he was a bit wild. From Sunrise Avenue, a song called Fairytale Gone Bad. Damn, what a sense of humor.
Damon didn't get it right away. I got again a little sharp treatment and as he had drunk quite a lot; he was more daring with his knife play, making Mariella very jealous as she had thought more or less that dagger play was only her thing and these two had done this to me the whole time and gotten Damon on it too. So she was more or less in Damon's lap, wanting him to slice and dice her. it was tame, what they did.
Adam continued in the same vein and I got Bon Jovi's You Give a Love a Bad Name. Then I will. Again, he stabbed his dagger deep in my belly, so everyone could see it and he twisted it in there. Oh, my god that my vortex was so goddamn ready.
Damon looked at me, almost frowning, came up to me, took my hand and we sang Eternal Flame together. I could still feel the effect of that. He kept me close to him, not using his knife. I could feel him in my mind as well.
Mariella was singing the efaristo. She had a crush on a singer called Bosson.
Damon 2 sang to Mariella Glenn Medeiros, nothing gonna change my love for you.
The number three sang with Mariella Whitney Houston and Enrique Iglesias: Could I Have This Kiss Forever?
After that song, everyone got so charged up that I wrapped myself around Charles and we were already teleporting to our bedroom. They had pushed me over the threshold during that last song and oh my god when my vortex was ready. Charles had made a special bedroom for us here in the Kansas castle. And yes, it was used pretty fucking fervently.
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