by Claire Marta
“I am indeed Lida thank you.” Eric responded coldly but polite. “But as I have repeatedly mentioned, I would appreciate time also to hunt the killer that plagues your city. These delightful distractions you have organised are interfering with my work.”
A teasing smile spread across her red painted lips. “Oh there will be time for that Eric, don’t worry. A few days won’t make much difference and the humans will just have to be a little more careful in the meantime.”
This translated to Jasmine, as Lida didn’t really give a fuck what happened to the blood donors here. If this was true why then had she asked Eric for help?
If Eric was annoyed by the Mistress’s words he didn’t show it. Instead the hand he had resting on the back of Jasmine’s neck began to caress her skin. His long fingers stroked and kneaded lightly. Jasmine breathed in sharply at the sensation. Such a little gesture, yet she found it strangely erotic.
Lida was watching her with unfriendly eyes. Mouth flattening in irritation, she glanced away. Jasmine had the feeling the Mistress of Prague didn’t like her very much. Was she jealous? She obviously desired Eric.
Thudding abruptly the basement door opened. Asier had finally arrived. He was wearing similar leather pants to Eric, but had not bothered with a shirt. A silvery ring adorned his left nipple. That was the first thing Jasmine noted. Gaze roving over him, she found he possessed the lithe streamline muscularity of a dancer. His muscles were sharp and well defined.
Where Eric had a dark arrowing of hair on his chest, Asier’s was smooth and hairless. Tonight he had left his hair loose. The long length cascaded down his shoulders like a slick black ebony waterfall and rippled as he moved.
A large tattoo decorated the left side of his torso. She could see a stunning red and green serpent. This was in a Japanese design, the ink work fine and detailed. Just below his left pec, the face glared fiercely back at her. The inked beast disappeared around his side to his back in a perfect circle. Mouth open it was devouring its own tail. Jasmine had never seen anything so beautiful.
Another tattoo was noticeable on his right forearm. This was not so big and in a very different style. The lines were thicker more tribal in the design of a demonic leering face. Tongue sticking out between pointed fangs, its disturbing eyes seemed to stare right at her.
Asier moved with the grace of a stalking big cat. Unusual violet eyes intent, he prowled without hesitancy in their direction.
“May I play with your female amico mio?”
Jasmine sensed Eric’s hesitation. “I have only just recently acquired her as you know, and alas, not had time to assess her pain threshold so I will not allow anything too extreme.” He admitted. “I would also request that you do not feed from her or fuck her. No penetration of any kind. She is not yet ready to be shared by others in such a way. It is something I wish to introduce slowly.”
Jasmine tensed on his lap. He didn’t really mean that did he? He wouldn’t really share her? Wide eyed she glanced from Eric to the other London Master.
“I understand.” A faint smile crossed Asier’s full lips. “And I promise to be gentle.”
“I would like to play with her too.” Simon piped up from the sofa. Carly his companion didn’t look happy at her vampire’s words. Anger flashed in her eyes.
“Asier first, and then we shall see.” Eric’s deep velvety baritone rumbled.
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Eric trusted Asier enough to abide by his wishes. He had known the other vampire for many centuries. Apart from being the other Master of London, he also ran four vampire clubs there. They catered to those who wished to experience their bite. All the clubs also provided a safe environment for those who wished to sample certain dark carnal pleasures.
He would play with Jasmine without truly hurting her. This was a better solution then letting anyone else have her. Asier had his trust. Eric admitted to himself it was also something he wanted to see. No one would fuck her but him. But there were other things he would allow her to experience. Would she enjoy such pleasures? Would she enjoy being watched by him as another gave her pleasure and pain?
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“Jasmine, remember to thank Asier for anyway he chooses to play with you this evening.”
Eric’s fingers were caressing the back of her neck as he spoke. Jasmine shivered at the touch. Nodding, she was unable to keep the flash of uncertainty from her eyes.
Eric nuzzled her neck. “I own every part of you remember that, Kitten.” The heat from his breath fanned against her skin. “You are mine, but I am allowing this for my own amusement.”
“Yes, Sir.” She couldn’t hide the tremor in her voice.
She had been warned something like this was coming. Eric had told her others would do things to her, but now it was about to happen she couldn’t stop a burst of anxiety. Asier hooked his finger around the metal loop at the front of her collar. Gently he tugged forcing her to get up.
Eyes downcast, she followed him nervously across the room. They did not go far. The Italian stopped, moving close to the table of sex toys.
“Have you done anything like this before cara?” His voice was soft.
“No...Sir.”
He bit slowly on his lower lip, his gaze running over her excitedly. “You are such a lovely little find, I almost envy Eric.” Like a sleek panther he prowled around her. “I have wanted to play with you since you first caught my eye at the dinner.”
Trying to keep her breathing steady, Jasmine felt her legs tremble. A strange mix of dread and excitement flooded through her. She hated to admit it, but there was something arousing she found in this vampire. There had been from the first moment their eyes had met. This confused her.
Eric was the only male she had ever responded to. Maybe being with him and getting over her fear of intimacy had unlocked her libido. After being in a state of sexual limbo for so long, it had finally awakened. Or maybe it was Lida’s nest. This place was making her feel as horny as hell.
The vamp was behind her now. Heat from his naked chest permeated her back. He stood inches away. A breath whispered against her shoulder and Jasmine shivered with a strange sense of anticipation. Then he was touching her skin to skin.
Asier pressed his length against her. She could feel the bulge of his erection in the small of her back. He made no attempted to hide it. The scent of leather teased her nose. That and the sweet and spicy scent she had experienced around this particular male before.
It struck her again as exotic, warm and strangely familiar. Cinnamon, she realised breathing it in deep. Seductively it enveloped her senses. The softness of his long silken hair, brushed the skin of her bare shoulders and back sending goosebumps racing across her flesh.
“Trust me bella. I promise you will enjoy my attention. You are perfectly safe with me.” Asier murmured against her ear.
His hands gently skimmed up and down her bare sides. He was gentling her. Like a trainer calming a new horse that was to be broken in. The cool metal of the ring he wore rubbed against her where it touched.
One hand stroked up her shoulder to her face. Gently he caressed her bruised cheek careful not to hurt her. Then he nudged her back with a hand on her chin until her head rested against his chest. His body heat surrounded her and Jasmine’s toes almost curl in bliss.
Asier’s eyes remained open, staring into hers with intentness. Leaning down he kissed her. Lashes fluttering, Jasmine’s own closed. Her cuffed hands were trapped between her back and his front. This should have made her feel vulnerable. Yet it didn’t. The kiss was a sweet fleeting press of lips. As if he was just happy familiarizing himself with the brief contours of her mouth.
Dazedly she opened her eyes again, when she felt him pull away. Raising his head slightly, he smiled. Asier seemed pleased with her reaction, although she didn’t know why.
“I would like you to remain silent throughout our play. If you become uncomfortable though, you must tell me. We can stop at any time you can use the word ‘pink’ as a safe word i
f it becomes a little too much. Can you do that for me? Si?” His accented voice had taken on a husky tone.
Jasmine nodded slowly. Releasing her, he stepped back. She felt fingers brush the curve of her hip and then suddenly he was in front of her.
“The selection here is not so good. My clubs have better.” His gaze danced over the contents of the table with disappointment. “I will though give you a little pain, with some intense pleasure.”
Jasmine watched him with wary eyes. Was he really going to use those things on her? Would she let him? Did she have the choice to say no? This had to be consensual right? She glanced fleetingly at Eric.
He seemed to be in deep conversation with Lida. She was caressing his muscled thigh eagerly with one hand. The other was toying with the zip of her dress between her huge breasts. They weren’t even looking her way.
Andel was beside them. He had a naked Carly sitting on his lap. She was smiling as he whispered in her ear. Simon hadn’t moved from his spot, now though he was watching her and Asier with avid hungry interest.
The other vampires were spread out around the room with human females. Each one of them was absorbed in their own kinky sex play.
Asier’s scrutiny narrowed shrewdly on her face. “Perhaps we will start with something easy. You are to be punished after all.”
Jasmine’s attention snapped back to his. “Punished?”
He leaned forwards. The tip of his nose rubbed against the shell of her ear.
“Your Master told you to stay with the other companions.” He whispered softly. “You disobeyed him last evening. He has asked me to discipline you for that.”
His words sent an excited shiver down her spine. “But I...”
“I asked for your silence Jasmine. You know the rules now. If you continue to disobey, your punishment will be greater. Capisci?”Asier warned with a stern expression. “I shall not warn you again.”
Jasmine clamped her lips shut. She didn’t have a clue what he planned and was not sure she wanted to make it worse. Asier didn’t take anything from the table. Instead he strolled back behind her. The metal of the cuffs were loosened and Jasmine suddenly found her hands free. One of the cuffs though remained dangling from her wrist.
Moving in front of her again, Asier settled himself in a metal chair beside a wall. Knee’s slightly apart, feet firmly planted on the floor.
“Come and lie across my knees Bella.”
For a second Jasmine forgot how to breathe. Nervousness squirmed inside her as she hesitantly moved to obey. Offering her his hand he helped arrange her how he wanted. His thick thighs were solid beneath her body.
“Spread your legs wider.” His accented words were accompanied by the touch of his hand, as he tugged her thighs apart. “Better meglio.”
Jasmine’s ass was now up in the air and she knew what he intended. Asier was going to spank her. A dark forbidden sense of excitement tightened her stomach. Eric had threatened it once in Paris, but never carried it out. Even then the thought of it had turned her on. She couldn’t believe Eric was going to let someone else do this to her. When a hand caressed one of her ass cheeks, she jumped.
Asier chuckled. “What is the safe word Jasmine?”
She licked her dry lips. “Pink.”
The material of her bikini thong was then yanked roughly down to her knees. This left her bottom exposed. Jasmine tensed. She was now bare from the waist down. Kneading the flesh, Asier played with both globes for a moment or two. When finally the contact of his palm came with a smack, she jerked in shock.
“Fuck.” Jasmine yelped jolting forwards, the sharp sting heating her left ass cheek. He wasn’t even attempting to start gently. Trying to move and wiggle free another blow caught her off guard. Jasmine squealed, the pain taking her by surprise.
“Be still.” Asier warned, pressing his hand between her shoulder blades. The pressure he used was enough to hold her still.
“It hurts.” Jasmine snapped back.
“Of course it does, it’s supposed to.” Fingers stroked her spine. “Take a moment. Breathe Bella.”
Stilling, Jasmine realised the area where she had been struck tingled warmly but somehow now it felt pleasant. Confusion coursed through her. Was it meant to feel like that? After a moment, Asier removed his hand from her back. A minute passed and he had yet to resume the spanking. He seemed to be waiting for her to calm. Jasmine lay tensely across his thighs as she nervously bit her lip. How many times did he plan to hit her? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
His hand came down hard on the other cheek this time. She jerked but did not make a sound. Hands curled into the leather of his trouser leg, Jasmine clung on tight. Random stinging slaps ensued and they came in quick succession. The blows were increasing in force. They were getting sharper, more painful each time another one fell.
Jasmine’s bottom was beginning to throb with pain. Asier was making sure to cover the whole exposed surface. Her grip tightened on his trouser leg at the impact of another whack. This hurt so fucking much.
Gritting her teeth to stop herself from crying out, tears welled in her eyes as she kept her gaze fixed on the floor. How could anyone enjoy this? The bastard did not set a steady rhythm. She had no way to anticipate when or where he would strike.
He would slap one globe, then the other. Sometimes he would slap the same area more than once in one go. They became harder. Heat continued to build and sear across her tender reddening derrière. Jasmine moaned when he landed one particular slap to her right cheek. She could feel the throbbing imprint of the blows.
A different kind of heat began to rise scorching against Jasmine’s sixth sense. This was a sensual, sexual energy. Intoxicating it roared through her body, the sensation radiated swiftly down between her legs. A sharp intense pleasure then thrummed against her clit.
The next strike of Asier’s hand sent Jasmine over the edge. The pounding in her backside transcended into an overwhelming orgasmic release. Surprise tore a whimper from her throat. Explosively it ripped through her core, blinding her with a wave of dark ecstasy. Fingers digging into the soft leather of his trousers, she rode it out. After a moment she lay quivering, breathing hard.
“Brava, good girl.” Asier’s palm caressed gently over her burning ass. “I gave you pleasure as I promised.” He sounded pleased.
Only his firm thighs prevented her from sliding to the floor. She felt fuzzy, dazed. Confusion was also lurching through her. How the hell could being spanked give her an orgasm? Jasmine could not understand it.
“Thank you Sir.” She mumbled weakly, as she hung limply across his lap.
His fingers stoked their way along her spine soothingly. Then gently, he tugged her bikini bottoms back up and into place. With a steadying arm he helped her up. Jasmine stood on weak legs. Her skin was flushed from her orgasm and she felt slightly disorientated. She could feel the glow of warmth from her smarting arse.
Asier rose from the chair and stood towering over her. Jasmine could feel his scrutiny on her face. Raising her chin she met his eyes. They had darkened to a lust-filled amethyst.
“Shall we try something else now – Piccola?” He asked with a smug smile.
The vampire did not wait for her reply. Taking her arm, he slowly steered her across the room. Jasmine was still in an ecstasy induced haze. More? He wanted to do more? Confused, all she could do was follow where Asier led.
The soft buzz of vibrators could be heard somewhere else in the room. This was accompanied by low throaty female moans. Bodies were writhing together over sofas and on the floor as vampires and companions fucked.
Then the harsh crack of something hard hitting supple flesh filled Jasmine’s ears. A pained scream followed. Head jerked in the direction of the sounds, her eyes widened in shock.
Andel had Carly manacled face forwards to the wall. A crop was in his hand. The woman’s naked flesh was red with rising welts, as she stood shaking and helpless. Raising the crop once more he brought it down hard.
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nbsp; Jasmine tore her gaze away as Carly cried out in agony. Was that what the Italian had planned for her? He had said he enjoyed pain. Panic tightened her chest.
Asier stopped when they reached some suspended hooks. Taking her arm, he took hold of the hand cuffs, which were dangling from her wrist. His touch was gentle.
Smiling into her eyes, Asier clamped them shut once more over both wrists. This time at least they were at the front. For a moment, he stroked caressingly up and down her arms.
Jasmine recognized the gesture. He was soothing, calming her again. The vamp wanted her to relax. Had he sensed her nervousness? Slowly he lifted her wrists above her head. Then he secured the handcuffs on a hook. In this position she was forced to stand straight.
Jasmine was once again open and vulnerable to this vampire’s touch. She glanced nervously towards the sofas. A naked woman was kneeling between Eric’s open legs. His hand was tangled in her hair as he fed from her neck. His eyes though never left Jasmine.
Jealously lanced through her. He was feeding from someone else? She didn’t know why this upset her so but it did. A hand caressed her side. Asier’s lips pressed against her cheek in a tender kiss as the smoothness of the ring on his finger slid against her skin.
“You do not like seeing you’re Master with another female - cara?”
The ties of her bikini top were roughly untied. Before she had a chance to protest her breasts were uncovered and on show for the whole room to see. Jasmine gasped in surprise. With her arms bound above her head, she was unable to cover herself. Stunned, she stood speechless.
“Shall we see if he feels the same way?” Asier whispered against her ear. “I think we should get you over this shyness of your desirable body.” His tongue began tracing her earlobe.
Desire hummed through Jasmine’s body. She was so turned on, it was almost painful. The softness of his silken hair brushed the side of her face as he pressed himself against her back once more. The leather of his trousers rubbed against her burning bottom. Jasmine hissed at the sensation. Her buttocks were so sore, tender.