9781936653027BorntobeWildArsuaga

by Cynthia Arsuaga

  “It’s too tight and unflattering isn’t it?”

  “No, they fit you perfectly, sweetheart. If you step slightly closer I’ll show you how much you’re turning me on right now.”

  “Stefan, we’re in public.”

  “Why should you care? You’re a beautiful woman and I have no problem letting everyone know how I feel about you. You shouldn’t either.”

  “I’m not comfortable with displaying my affections publicly.”

  He drew close, keeping his eyes focused on her willow green eyes. “I want you to wear this under your top tonight. It’ll make me think about how it brushes across your skin when you walk, and keeps your nipples in a constant state of hardness teased by the lace.” He brushed his fingers across the fabric on her breasts. “And how your panties will be sopping wet not knowing how I’ll punish you tonight for your earlier disobedience.” He slid his hand down her belly and to the top of the panty waist elastic.

  Not needing to wait, or think about what he’d do, she was already wet. Cheeseburgers, chili dogs, spaghetti and meatballs, chocolate chip cookies, double chocolate fudge cake, chocolate anything, oh god this isn’t working.

  He grinned. “You’re hungry. Put on the top and I’ll take care of paying.” He kissed her on the forehead. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he turned her around then smacked a butt cheek.

  “Ow! What was that for?”

  “Starters. Now hurry if you want to eat.”

  Wearing the corset, panties, and top Stefan requested, she felt naughty and sexy. No man had ever bought her lingerie before, let alone had her model it before buying it. The problem, wearing the confining corset and eating could be difficult. Hungry as her belly cried out for food, she couldn’t eat much or the binding garment would cut into her skin.

  Stefan chose a small diner in the same shopping complex to take her for dinner. By the end of service, she was sated. Food wise.

  Once back in her car, she leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks for dinner. I was so hungry.”

  “You didn’t eat enough to feed a bird.” He turned the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.

  “I couldn’t. This corset is tight. It’s almost cutting off my breathing. So where are we going next? I know I’m new to the area, but this doesn’t look like the way to the beach club.”

  “You’re right. We are going to Transfixed. I have business to take care of first.”

  “But, I have to meet my brother at ten. Will we make it in time?”

  “Uh, it will be tight. We should be able to make it. Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll wait for you. If we run late, I’ll send word to the other club.”

  “Okay. I guess that will work.”

  Randy had talked about the private club when she first arrived, making her anxious to see it. Although he said the rogue probably wouldn’t be there, she didn’t know Stefan was right about that. A possibility always existed. Who knew what this rogue had in mind? Besides, curiosity piqued her interest. Derek told her the club admitted members only but she could go as a guest. The thought of going to a private vamp club sounded intriguing on its own, let alone the bounty hunt aspect. The night shaped up nicely.

  Twenty minutes later they walked into Transfixed. Alex immediately noticed a big difference between this vamp club and the beach club, The Black Rose. The classy scene absent in the first club unfurled in front of her. The lights were low and intimate. The small, individual nooks were tucked along the perimeter of the multi-leveled room with the expansive bar at the center. The colors of blues, purples, and mauves, with touches of black and white throughout gave it a sensual and erotic feel.

  The club interior engulfed her complete attention almost to the point of transfixion.

  Stefan held his arm around her waist, pressing his hand at the small of her back. His thumb made small circular motions along the center of her spine. Hmm. They proceeded through the club at a leisurely pace.

  “Why aren’t we sitting at a table? Is your business in the back offices?” she asked, wanting to sit and take in the ambiance of the room.

  “We’re going to the backroom.”

  “The backroom? What’s that?”

  “You’ll see.”

  Within a brief moment they stood at a door guarded by a large and burly man dressed entirely in black. Alex sensed he was one mean vampire and wouldn’t want to oppose him by herself. It would take her dad and two brothers to take this one down.

  “Good evening Master Stefan.” The big vamp didn’t crack a smile to Stefan. His stare slowly washed over her, giving her the creeps.

  “How is the crowd tonight, Anton?”

  “Not bad sir.”

  “And my package from Sorin, has it arrived?

  “In the office, waiting for your inspection.”

  “Good.”

  Anton opened the door he guarded. Alex was apprehensive, yet excited. The backroom had to be more than administrative offices behind the mystery door. The way Stefan said “You’ll see” sent shivers down her spine.

  And there was more, much more. Like what was the package waiting for Stefan’s inspection?

  Chapter 8

  A surprised look fell across Alex’s face. The backroom’s décor had an artistic edge. Soft jazzy and sexy music played through the sound system. The front of the club was stylish, but the “Backroom” had real class and sophistication. Crystal chandeliers, deeper tones of the same blues and purples and black flourished the interior. Lots of black leather on the walls and upholstered furniture gave a seductive and provocative juxtaposition to the calming colors. The lights were dimly lit, lower than the front of the house, and the only images visible in the dark were shadowy couples in booths around the room. Her eyes had not adjusted to the dim light of the dark venue to make out the shapes of a few scattered tables and chairs populating the center. A small bar area off to the far side and what appeared to be a stage area toward the front had a few people standing around, nothing out of the ordinary. On one side of the stage, a long table with a deep purple cloth draped across and a weird contraption, which looked like a sawhorse. Her dad had one in his workshop, except this one here had padding. Alex had no idea what it would be used for.

  Was this an entertainment venue, like a comedy club or magic show? Or karaoke? She laughed inwardly. Yeah right, singing vamps and vamps cracking jokes. Now I know where Stefan gets his humor! A snicker escaped her throat.

  Stefan guided them toward a booth near the back away from the entrance with a view of the stage area.

  “Now, be a good girl, Alexandra. Remove your top. I want to see you in your new corset.”

  Wide-eyed and stunned, Alex crossed her arms. “Are you kidding? I don’t think so. This is a public place. I don’t strip down to my underwear.”

  “You will because it will give me great pleasure and because it is part of your punishment. If you continue to disobey me, I’ll be forced to have you remove your slacks and show me your new panties as well. Do you intentionally want to disobey me?”

  Incredulous, she stared at him, not sure whether to believe him or not. “This is a joke, right?”

  He glared back, without a word.

  After a few moments of staring each other down, neither giving ground, they were interrupted by the waitress.

  “Good evening, Master Stefan. Can I get you your usual tonight?”

  “Good evening Sheena. Yes, and one for my…hmm, what shall I call you tonight? Medena, yes I’ll call you, Medena. You can bring her a Virgin House Special.”

  “Very good.” The cute scantily dressed waitress said.

  “Okay, I get it now Stefan. I’ll play along.” A sparkle in her green eyes and an upturn of her lips told him what he wanted to hear without saying a word. “I will obey you.” After seeing how Sheena dressed and the manner everyone addressed Stefan as Master, she figured he was into role-playing with her. Oh, what the hell, the corset I’m wearing isn’t too revealing and probably could be worn on
the outside. Tugging on the hem of the top, she pulled it up over her head, removing it.

  He grinned. “Good girl. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Stay here and keep that mind of yours quiet.” Running fingers over her cheek, to chin, he lifted it and brushed lips, lightly across hers. Releasing her, he walked toward the back of the stage area.

  Slipping into the cushiony, buttery soft black leather booth, she folded her top neatly and placed it on the seat. Wearing only underwear, she fidgeted in the seat. Although substantially covered, she still felt naked, exposed to strangers.

  Sheena returned with the drinks. “Two House Specials.”

  “Oh, tell me that isn’t what I think it is Sheena.”

  “Two House Specials, one is a virgin.”

  “A virgin?”

  “No blood.”

  “Oh. Okay. Could you bring me a draft with a shot? I’ve had the House Special and I don’t like it.”

  “Uh, Medena, right?”

  “Huh, oh yeah, Medena.”

  “Are you looking to disobey Master Stefan on purpose? You like to be punished?”

  “No. Why would ordering a draft get me punished?”

  “He’s Master Stefan and what he says goes. No different than Master Gregori. They run things around here. You don’t defy them. He ordered for you. That’s what you drink.”

  “I’ll deal with the consequences. Please bring me a draft and a shot of whiskey Sheena.”

  “Okay. I guess you like to live dangerously.”

  Yeah, I do. You have no idea Sheena.

  The music from the surround speakers stopped and a dead silence fell over the room. The lights on the stage area glowed and a stocky man dressed in black jeans and long-sleeved shirt walked out onto the stage. A spotlight followed his figure.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, come feast your eyes on our lovely beauties tonight. Watch the masters bring complete pleasure to their submissives. Our first couple is a true master and slave pairing to watch and admire.”

  Alex sat straight in the seat and didn’t hear anything the announcer said after hearing him say master. “Oh my god, this is a sex club.”

  Her eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting and she surveyed the room, shifting in her seat to get a better look around, to actually take in every nook and booth. Most were hidden from view except those exposed in the center of the club. The air reeked thickly with sex playing out in the shadows. Her hunter senses alerted and so did her carnal wants and desires, transfixed by the sights, sounds, smells, and the anticipation of what would happen next.

  Naked people, a mix of human and vampire, occupied the booths. Good lord, a lot of naked people. And doing, whoa, no I didn’t see that. Embarrassed, she looked away, and looked back. Yeah, I did. Good Lord.

  A few booths over, a woman moved around the table and dropped to her knees, her breasts spilling out of her bra, her lacy thong revealed bare buttocks. Her head bobbed up and down while sucking on the penis of a man or vampire, Alex was uncertain of which he was. Seeing only two legs of a man dressed in dark trousers extended out from the booth made it impossible to tell.

  Across the room directly in front of her, another woman sprawled out on a sofa, totally naked except for a studded collar around her neck, while another woman also wearing a collar and black patent thigh-high stiletto boots knelt between the reclining woman’s legs, licking earnestly. A naked man with only a mask over his head, came around from behind the sofa and knelt behind the woman doing the licking, took his penis in hand, stroked it a few times and pushed it into her wet pussy. Upon his noisy entry, she moaned and wriggled her ass, adjusting it to accommodate his thrust while continuing to pleasure the woman on the sofa.

  “Good Lord, the show on stage hasn’t even started yet,” Alex mumbled.

  The emcee left the platform and the lights slowly went down and the entire room went pitch black for a few seconds. Music played in the background softly, an upbeat jazz selection. A beautiful, fair-skinned blonde woman emerged from behind the dark shrouded drapes onto the stage, wearing what appeared to Alex as black straps wrapped around her breasts and a black thong with black thigh-high boots. A fully masked, bare-chested man followed behind her and appeared to speak to her, except Alex could not make out the words.

  The tall, muscular man led the woman to the large purple cloth-covered table in the center of the raised platform and motioned for her to get up on the table. After complying, the man instructed her to sit back on her heels and clasp her hands behind her neck and not move. The young woman’s full luscious breasts were thrust out and quivered with the nipples hardening in the cool air.

  Alex squirmed in the booth seat, overwhelmed with shock and disbelief as the scene unfolding in front of her. She never believed a public display of sex, let alone bondage sex scenes could completely turn her on. Judging from her wet pussy, it definitely did. Watching was intensely erotic and frightening at the same time. Reaching for the Cognac Paradis, the virgin one, she took a sip and licked her lips. Damn. That’s still hard to take down even without the blood.

  The masked dominant man stood in front of his slave and gently moved her thighs wide apart exposing her blonde pussy to his gaze as he gently stroked her taut belly. He cupped her heavy breasts and tugged on her nipples while stroking her long blonde wavy hair. Telling her to put her forehead down to the tabletop, her smooth soft ass thrust high up in the air, he suddenly pulled her cunt lips wide open and inserted three fingers in her as he played with her clit. The room instantly filled with panting moans.

  “You will not move unless I give you permission woman, do you understand?” he demanded of the slave.

  The master’s deep voice sent chills through Alex’s body. Her pussy clenched again, compelling the ingestion of another sip of the cognac in an effort to relieve a dry throat as well as the anxiety of building arousal. Her heart raced. For the first time in her life, she understood what a voyeur felt watching the woman on stage get whipped into an orgasm. Damn, is there something wrong with me? Something terribly wrong. I wasn’t brought up this way.

  Looking around the room, she temporarily pushed the thoughts out of her mind. Fortunately, no one noticed her agitation. They appeared to be engrossed in their own play scene or the one unfolding on stage.

  The woman on stage squealed as the masked man bent his head and squeezed her left nipple, pinching and twisting it hard. Alex felt her own nipples twinge. The role play had an unbelievably dramatic effect on her body. Could this be a vampire mind control trick? If so, it deserved a formal report to the Hunter Council. And a new rule to write in the books? She took another sip of the House Special.

  “Here’s your draft and whiskey shot, Medena. Master Stefan is still in the back. Maybe if you finish before he gets back he’ll never know you ordered it. I’ll keep a watch,” Sheena said.

  Alex smiled. “You’re cool. Thanks. I think I can handle him.” Before Sheena left the table, Alex grabbed the whiskey shot, knocked it back, and handed the empty glass back to the waitress. “Thanks, Sheena. Bring me another.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “I’m sure. I need it watching this show.”

  “Your first time?”

  “Uh, yeah. I didn’t know he brought me here for this.”

  “Oh. No wonder you wanted this. I’ll bring another.” Sheena giggled as she left the table.

  Alex returned her attention to the stage fanning her face with her hand to relieve the flushed, hot feeling. Damn, I’m so wet and horny. What kind of business could he be taking care of back there? The virus, the rogue? He better not be working my bounty!

  The master on stage slapped his slave’s ass as he told her to kneel on all fours. As he snapped a collar around a slim, pale neck, her body quivered uncontrollably, whether from anticipation or terror, no one could say. He lifted her off the table, dragging her to the sawhorse, which she mounted and lay upon spread-eagled. Heavy lush breasts hung down, the areoles a vivid red. He pinched the nipples and
forced a huge ball gag in over her teeth, buckling it behind her head. Taking a small leather whip from a tray concealed under the draped table, he whipped his slave from her back down to her feet not neglecting her ass which received over twenty lashings. Twitching with each blow, she tried with little success to cry out over the gag.

  The tension level in the room was high. Alex glanced around, noticing the people moved from out of the shadowed booths drawing closer to the stage. Alex heard whispers of voices and sighs of a few of the women.

  The man stopped whipping his woman after her soft ass became rosy with red welts. He felt between her legs and delivered five strokes right on her wide open cunt. Struggling to please her master, she jerked provocatively in the tight bonds in disobedience of her master’s instruction to remain still. Plaintive whimpers grew louder with every blow.

  “You have disobeyed your master. For your disobedience, you’ll be punished.” His voice echoed stern and loud.

  That sounds all too familiar. Is this what Stefan had in mind for punishment for me?

  He reached down and pinched her nipples. The slave jerked again in her bonds. Releasing her, he cuffed her hands behind her back. Her ankles, he cuffed as well. He spread her thighs to open them wider, fully exposing her pussy to his eyes and the audience. Reaching down he squeezed the right nipple, to deep, throaty, and labored moans.

  He grinned and slapped her on her ass. Walking around to her backside, he paused to unzip his pants. Despite the pain and indignities she no doubt felt, the woman squirmed with anticipation.

  As did Alex, so wet, and wanting Stefan, she silently cursed his absence and took a large sip of the beer. Where the hell is he?

  The Dom’s cock forced its way past the submissive blonde’s pussy lips and buried itself in her tender wet inner tissues. At least Alex assumed she was based on her own condition. The man grabbed the woman’s ass cheeks and moved her up and down, fucking her hard and fast. Eyes rolling up in her head, she moaned and gasped under what Alex empathized as the exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.