He hugged and kissed her. “No, if I thought she was I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

“I’d still rather have you in the room with us, just in case,” she said.

“Me, too,” he said.

“Who gets to negotiate with Jade about extra men in the room?” I asked.

Everyone looked at me. “Why me?” I said, and even to me it sounded whiny.

“You’re her master,” Jason said.

“You rescued her from hundreds of years of torment; it makes her trust you above everyone,” Nathaniel said.

Both excellent points, so I went off to negotiate with a beautiful weretiger about bringing another woman into our bed for a girly three-way, and oh, by the way, I was throwing in Nathaniel, Jason, and honestly if I could manage it, Domino. I wasn’t sure how J.J. would feel about that last addition, but I’d try for it, for my own comfort level. I wasn’t homophobic, but I was confused about women. I’d always thought being a lesbian must be easier, because you were a girl dating girls, so you had a leg up on understanding each other. Nope, didn’t work that way, not at all. Dating a woman wasn’t that much different from dating men, except I sort of understood how to date men. Women confused me, or this woman did. She was like a field of emotional land mines that I didn’t know how to avoid. Were all women like this? Was this how my men felt about me? God, I hoped not.

7

JADE WANTED TO try oral sex with J.J. and me, but she didn’t see the need for any men joining us. I stood firm. She cried, told me I didn’t love her. I let the emotional storm wash over. When I didn’t give in, she did. So I would spend J.J.’s second night in St. Louis with the most women I’d ever voluntarily allowed in a bed with me. Jinkies.

Jean-Claude gave us permission to use the big bed in his bedroom. We’d coined the term “orgy-sized” for the custom-made bed. It was a heavy four-poster with attachment points here and there for chains and rope. It was really the only bed big enough to hold everybody, if by some miracle J.J. and Jade both got comfortable enough to allow everyone on the bed. That was a big if, but I planned my sex like I planned my vampire hunts. Plan for every eventuality: It keeps you alive when chasing rogue vampires, and it keeps your relationships alive after the big bondage sex scene.

The bedspread, bed drapes, and pillows all changed periodically. Today the bedspread was white with black and red pillows piled at the headboard, and curtains of red and black with white gauze in between. There was even a coverlet at the foot of the bed in red and black with a center flower of white. I’d thought it was a dogwood blossom when I first saw it, but it was a stylized rose, I was told. It was beautiful, whatever it was supposed to be.

I sat in the mounded pillows with Jade curled beside me. We were sitting above the ropes that held Nathaniel spread-eagled on the bed. Yes, the bed was that big, so that there was still room between the ropes that held his arms for the two of us to sit together and not touch the bindings, or Nathaniel’s arms. When he’d been tied in place, I’d watched his eyes, saw the peacefulness that filled them just by being bound, “helpless.” The rope was woven hemp dyed black, very stark against the white bedspread. He was the only one who was nude yet, that beautiful body spread and held on the bed, waiting for what we’d negotiated. We’d undone his ankle-length auburn hair and spread it out like a silken pool underneath and around his body like a red and chestnut halo; it looked more red than normal against the white of the cover. We probably should have taken the bedspread off and gotten to sheets before we tied him in place, because the chances were good we’d ruin the white cover before the night was over; some things even a good dry cleaner can’t clean off.

Jade was wearing a red silk nightie that was almost identical to the second blue one that J.J. was wearing. Apparently she liked blue lingerie. I’d changed to a black one myself; the teddy had been a little too see-through for the night as planned. I’d agreed to have sex, so the lingerie would be disappearing at some point and there’d be a lot of naked going on, so it seemed a little silly to not want to wear something sheer to start with, but sometimes it’s not about logic, it’s about feeling comfortable in the moment. I needed all the comfort I could get tonight.

Jade’s hair fell to her waist like shining black water, startling against the scarlet of her lingerie. It clung over her small, tight breasts and the cool air made the nipples stand out starkly against the cloth. She was already holding my hand. Her nail polish was black, mine was red; we both had lipstick as red as the silk on her and in the pillows behind us, so that we looked like we’d matched everything on purpose. Her large, uptilted eyes were the color of orange and yellow fire. It was the mark of the black tiger clan to have flame-colored eyes. The red of the silk brought out the red hidden in her eyes, so that they looked utterly inhuman and amazing with the eyeliner like a black frame around all that color. I admit that I tried to see that look in her eyes that Jason and Nathaniel had talked about, which frightened one of them and excited the other, but she looked as she always looked to me, like a beautiful victim.

She was shorter than I was, more petite, so that when we stood she fitted under my arm like I did with most of the men in my life.

I ran my thumb over her knuckles over and over, to reassure us both. She liked to touch me, in some ways needed to touch me, but she was usually still when we touched, holding on, but not petting until sex started. I’d asked her about it once and been informed that her ex-master had liked her to hold on, but not to pet him, and I knew the kinds of things he’d done to teach her his rules. I’d broken her ties with him metaphysically, and my one regret was that I hadn’t hunted him down and killed him yet. We had other people hunting him now. I’d learned that when you’re king you can’t always go slaying the dragons, because if the king dies the kingdom needs a new king, and the next one may be a real bastard. I risked myself enough as a U.S. Marshal; I wasn’t allowed vendettas.