“You are not to come until I give you permission, slave. Do you understand?” He put his hands on her hips.
Her voice squeaked out, barely audible due to the gag, yet needy. The eyes clearly expressed the answer.
Alex closed her eyes momentarily, imagining her as the blonde on the sawhorse, manacled and forced to submit to Stefan’s will. The master thrust his cock deep inside the hairless pussy, making the slave come, again and again. Alex bit her lip to keep from crying out in sympathetic orgasm.
The woman moaned as the man pulled out. She arched her back when he smacked her ass. He went to the table, pulling out a formidable leather paddle. Alex squeezed her legs together as a rush of hot liquid soaked her pants. The surrounding cold air fanning across the drenched wetness of the fabric against her flesh caused a shiver through her entire body. Her nipples ached. The corset drew tight around her ribs, almost making it difficult to breathe.
The Dom ran his hand over the slave’s buttocks. Replacing his hand, the paddle glided leisurely back and forth over her ass. Her hips twitched involuntarily with pleasure. When she seemed on the verge of relaxation, he reached back and delivered a quick swat to her seemingly tender flesh from what Alex could see.
The man repeatedly paddled the submissive. Not wanting to disobey the master, she struggled not to move in reaction to the loving strokes. Despite her efforts, with every blow her body instinctively twisted and strained against the cuffs. Legs opened as far as possible to invite the master back. Her back angled up toward him, displaying desperation for his punishment.
Her whimpers grew louder and her flesh a glowing rosy pink. Every bit of her sobbed for release. He continued paddling, alternating between ass and wet pussy. Alex’s body jerked with every blow he dealt.
Alex’s arousal continued to grow. Finishing the second cognac left her with a slight buzz, the light, fuzzy kind that makes you feel warm inside. Feeling dizzy, she gripped the side of the table, her knuckles turning white from the exertion. Damn is it me or is this room spinning? Oh Alex girl, don’t get sick!
Alex teetered between nausea and arousal.
The master continued the sensual stimulation of his slave. Her cries grew into animalistic howls of pleasure. Alex saw many of the club patrons participating in their own miniature pleasure scenes. Vampires and humans blended into an indistinguishable mixture.
The doors to the Backroom opened. Another couple walked in, a tall male vampire with a buxom, half-naked blonde. They were already tearing at each other’s clothes. The woman had a black leather mini-skirt on with fishnet stockings, stilettos, a bra too small for her large breasts and a studded collar with leash. The male kissed her and fondled her butt. They practically ran into Alex’s table walking by. The vampire gave Alex a dark-eyed smile which sent shivers down her spine. Stefan where the hell are you?
Scanning the room, she tried to ignore the moaning naked people, while searching for Stefan and a way to escape. If the vampires turned on the humans in the room during their heightened state, she needed to move fast. This kind of situation was beyond any experience or training as a bounty hunter she had.
Confusion raged within. Alex you’ve violated the rules, damn it!
Alex’s heartbeat raced. Aroused, and more than anything wanted to be the woman on the stage and Stefan to be the master. Never had her body reacted to the visual stimulation occurring on the stage. Was it the exhibitionist aspect, or the master and slave role-play? Although uncertain, the only thing certain was an over-powering urge to completely experience what she witnessed on stage. Where the hell is Stefan? Squirming in her seat, she didn’t know how much more of this she could take sitting alone on the edge of a monster release.
Alex’s breathing grew short and she shifted position in the booth still gripping the table. Only moments from climaxing despite not even touching herself, her mind raced in a crazy centrifugal whirl.
“You’re extremely aroused and about to come, aren’t you Medena?”
The velvety voice of Stefan whispering in her ear caused Alex to jump, and brought a smile to her face. He had slipped in the booth beside her.
“Huh? No, I…I’m fascinated,” she lied, to some degree. Could he know how she possibly felt? A feeling of being raunchy and dirty crept over her, and competed with being alive and aroused. Stefan certainly made it feel even better with his touch. What a huge contradiction of terms. Thank goodness he is finally here by me.
Finding it difficult to breathe, her stomach suddenly did flip-flops over this man holding her. His heat drove the lust in her veins to the verge of ignition.
“Hmm, really.” Slipping his arm around her waist, he pulled her between his legs, with her back to his chest.
He pulled her hair to the side and his lips brushed her shoulder eliciting a shudder.
“Watch the slave on stage.” Stefan’s voice whispered in her ear as his mouth brushed her earlobe. “Are you imagining yourself up on the stage Medena? Feeling what the slave is experiencing? Wanting to be mastered by me?”
“Yes, yes.” Alex’s body trembled. “I want to be her. I want you Stefan.”
“Like you, she is very aroused.”
“Yes.”
“So you disobeyed and lied to me?”
Alex stiffened pressing upon his broad chest. “I, uh, only said no to me climaxing. I didn’t say I wasn’t aroused.”
“You’re still fighting me, prinţesa. Give in to the moment and me. Give in to the pleasure you desperately want.”
The breathy whispers in her ear were almost enough to send her over the edge.
On stage, the man stopped paddling his slave and unclasped her manacles. First, the ankles were undone, followed by her hands. He lifted her by the leash and led her back to the purple draped table. Gently lifting her, he laid her down. The master walked to the foot of the table and grabbed the slave’s ankles and slowly pulled them apart. He spread her pussy lips showing the pink flesh hidden from his view.
“Watch, my Medena, watch how he is going to soothe her aroused skin with his hand after punishing her. He is gentle and loving.” Stefan softly stroked his fingers over her belly.
Stefan’s hand unzipped her pants and pushed his way to the top of her downy wet mound. Her breath caught when his thumb found her clit and he used a circular motion over the sensitive nub. His fingers on his other hand tightened on her shoulder and wandered down over the top of erect nipples pressed tightly in the corset causing another gasp to escape.
“He’s a loving master,” she whispered.
“Yes he is. Constantine loves Lisette very much.” His lips traced a fiery path from her earlobe to the top of her shoulder. “Watch Medena, watch how he makes love to his slave.”
The master on stage knelt and stared at his slave’s slit a moment before he attached his mouth to her pussy with fervor. His tongue flattened out, sliding along her slick folds until she bucked on the table. Her hips rose up to meet his wandering tongue, her clit swelling from the vigorous tugging and pulling of the master’s skillful fingers. The man spread her labia folds and inserted first one finger, then two, then three—in and out—in and out. The woman bucked her hips higher to meet her master’s face.
“You are as wet as she is Medena,” Stefan murmured, his velvety voice melting her like butter. “Your sweet cream is running over my entire hand and down the inside of your legs, just like the slave’s. With each touch by the master, her body cries for release. Look how the woman arches to him. But, the master won’t allow it. Her pleasure is his responsibility, and his alone. No other man can dispense the pleasure she desires from the master. Do you want pleasure like she receives from the master, Medena?”
Alex whimpered, unable to move or speak. She could not deny how her body and mind felt, revealing itself in all its glory to this man who made her feel on fire. She wanted Stefan, and wanted him badly.
The master stood, gripping his cock in one hand as his other fingers continued stabbing fiercely into her p
ussy. Pre-cum seeped out the slit, sliding down his erection, using it as a lubricant to stroke himself. He spoke in a language vaguely familiar to Alex. Was it a ritual saying in a foreign language? He chanted like it was.
Alex could see how wet the woman was, her juices flowed pure and glistening, coating the lips and sliding down her ass, paralleling her intense state of arousal. Both women whimpered and moaned, one on stage, one in Stefan’s arms.
The man leaned over the woman’s body like he would slide his cock into her, except he just rubbed the tip along her slit as he took her nipple in his mouth. He sucked, making the pink nub hard and erect. Her nipple stood up, so swollen, rosy red and wet.
“Watch closely Medena. I can hear the slave’s heart beating wildly and her breathing grows labored. The master owns her completely. She trusts him to take care of her needs, her pleasure. See how he worships her? Soon he will take her completely. Open your eyes and watch them. Feel her pleasure and let your body go.” Stefan vigorously stroked her clit with one hand as he licked and kissed her neck. With his other hand, he caressed her breasts, rubbing gently back and forth over the lace and silky fabric of the corset, teasing her nipples below the surface.
Stefan’s warm lips sent shivers down her spine and liquid fire through her veins. On sensory overload from the visual stimulation and physical touch, at any moment, a spontaneous orgasm could erupt like a solar flare. Oh god, what am I doing?
“She’s close now,” he whispered. “Are you close Medena? Do not lie to me. I can tell if you are lying.”
“Yes. Yes, I’m coming Stefan.” Alex did not lie.
“You cannot come, Medena, until I say you can. Is that understood?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good girl.”
The woman whimpered. The master had a smile on his face as he pushed the head of his rigid shaft into her. With one deep thrust, he entered her fully, stretching tissues to the limit. Her moans grew louder as her hips pushed up to meet every thick inch he plunged deeper and harder. Holding her thighs open, he slammed the last several inches in.
In and out—faster and harder—in and out; his hips were unrelenting, working his shaft in her sopping pussy. The sound of their wet bodies slapping together, getting closer and closer to an orgasm, echoed in the air.
The master breathed heavily; sweat starting to coat his pale skin glistening under the stage lights as he thrust harder and quicker into his responsive slave. He leaned over her body, turning her neck to the side. As he ran the tips of his fingers over her nape, his fangs elongated, ready to pierce the tender flesh.
Alex’s mouth gaped while watching the master’s fangs elongate. The master scraped them down the woman’s neck, his teeth easily sinking in. The woman screamed.
Alex eased back, leaning into Stefan’s broad chest. The warmth of his body and his masculine scent enveloped her.
“Now, Medena. Come for me. Let go,” he whispered in her ear.
Seconds later, she flinched. Something sharp pricked her neck and at the same time a rush of pleasure swept over her body. Stefan, you bit me! Is this pain? No, my god, I’m so damn wet, and I’m…I’m coming.
The slave yelled out, her juices gushed out from her climax.
“Stefan, slumming with human fat cows now?” The sultry voice of a woman thundered through the heady fog Alex and Stefan were in.
Their eyes popped open. A woman dressed in a black leather corset, mini-skirt and thigh high four inch heel boots stood at the edge of their booth. Her hands were on her hips, staring at them, and a grin on her face. A man dressed in black jeans and bare-chested except for a studded black leather color stood beside the tall, exotic ebony-haired woman.
Alex sobered up quickly. The woman looked vaguely familiar to her.
Chapter 9
“Ecaterina, what are you doing here?” Stefan asked. His fangs retracted, blood dripping from his lips. He lapped the small amount with his tongue, swirling it across his bottom lip.
“I was in the neighborhood and thought I’d look you up.” Her eyes glowed red. The half-naked man standing next to Ecaterina cowered when she motioned him to sit.
Alex blinked several times, focusing in on the menacing looking woman towering over her and Stefan at the head of the table. A trail of blood slipped down Alex’s skin from the puncture wound on her throat. It stung.
“Ecaterina, you don’t just happen to be in the neighborhood. You never liked Virginia Beach. So you’re here for a reason. What is it?”
“I’m not talking in front of human fat cow bitches. Can we go someplace private?” The low, husky, voice slid from bright red lips, sending a chill down Alex’s spine.
Alex sat straight up, lurching forward. Fat cow bitch? You skinny ass….Stefan grabbed her wrist, holding her firmly.
“Who’s he, your new boy toy, bitch?” Stefan asked.
Ecaterina leaned down and kissed the man’s lips, grabbing his crotch and squeezing him hard. Looking up at Stefan, she gave a sly grin. “He fucks me the way I like it, hard and deep.” Licking her lips, she laughed.
“Answer my question, Ecaterina. Why are you here, surely not to make me jealous? I’m long over you as you can see.” He ran his hand behind Alex’s head and pulled her to him, kissing hard before releasing her.
“Enough of this banter, Stefan. I need to speak with you,” Ecaterina demanded.
Staring intently at his former lover, he knew she hadn’t changed in the sixteen years since they parted ways. Still a bitch.
“All right. But nothing private. Over there by the bar where I can keep an eye on Medena.”
“Since when did you start caring about fat human whores, Stefan?”
He felt Alexandra tense, squeezing his thigh. “That’s enough Ecaterina. Say one more nasty remark about my woman and I will have you thrown out of here.” He rose from the booth, eyes glowing red, and his voice resonated at a pitch people several feet away turned from witnessing the stage to look at the scene unfolding behind them.
Hesitating for a moment, she started laughing. “Oh, Stefan, you never did have a sense of humor. I’m only kidding. Lighten up. Let’s go.”
Alexandra rose and slipped out of the booth allowing Stefan to exit the booth. He strode over to another table across the room near the bar. Ecaterina followed behind.
“So what is so important you needed to talk to me about after sixteen years?”
Leaning into him, she rubbed her hands up and over his arm. “What is sixteen years to someone who has lived over five hundred? I’ve missed you baby. I heard you were still here with Gregori, so I thought I’d come say hello.” Drawing closer, she licked his face from chin to earlobe.
He jerked away from her gesture. “What are you trying to do? I’m not interested. Talk or leave. I have another woman to interest me.”
“You are a cruel man, Stefan. Fine, I need you to kill someone for me.”
Sheena approached the table.
“Can I get you something to drink Master Stefan? Mistress?” Sheena asked.
“My usual Sheena. And you still drink the same Ecaterina?”
“Yes.”
“A bloody martini for Mistress Ecaterina.”
“Very good. I’ll be right back.”
“What’s wrong this time? You piss off the wrong Master or fuck a husband and need the nagging wife out of the way?” Stefan asked slumping down on a chair, keeping his attention focused on Alexandra across the room.
“Nothing like that. I’m being hunted by humans.” As she watched Stefan, he paid no attention to her, only to the human woman.
“So, you can handle them. You can practically take them in your sleep. You don’t need me. What’s the real story?”
“Not these humans.” She paused. “It’s the Feds.”
He sat upright, turning his attention to her, “What have you done to get the Feds up your ass?” He couldn’t imagine what she’d got embroiled i
n. The Feds only involved themselves when illegal activities went on, like drugs or unlawful turning of humans. Did she do either?
“It’s complicated and a long story. I just need to stop running and find a place to hide out for a while. Why do you think I came here looking for you? Baby, I thought I could get you to help me.”
“I’m not your baby. Tell me why they’re after you. I’m not going to help if I don’t know the whole story Ecaterina. I don’t trust you and especially after not seeing you for sixteen years.”
Sheena returned with their drinks, smiled after placing them on the table, and left without saying a word.
Ecaterina took a sip of the martini, licking her bottom lip. “Hmm, my compliments to the bartender. Just the way I like my martinis, dry and smooth.”
The gesture didn’t go unnoticed by Stefan. “You’re playing coy with me. Answer my question.”
“Oh Stefan, stop being so uptight and all business-like. And call me Cat. Ecaterina is sooo Old Country.” Purring like a kitten as she said the words.
“Yeah, Cat suits you. I have been the recipient of your claws and fangs. Now stop avoiding my questions. Why are the Feds after you?”
“Only one FBI Agent in particular. His name is Johnson, Scott Johnson. I took up with him about six months ago in Miami. He was undercover and I didn’t know it. I couldn’t get a read on him, ever. He is intrinsically good at blocking his mind.” She took a sip of the martini. “Anyway, I introduced him to the family in Miami and things got quite ugly. He’s now after me, along with a few of his private bounty hunter buddies working outside of the law.” Turning to Stefan, she encircled his arm. Running her fingers through his hair, she drew closer to his ear to whisper, “Please Stefan, you have to help me. I’m tired of running. I need your help. You’re the best enforcer vamp I know.”
“Ecaterina, I…” He twirled his finger along the edge of his drink glass.
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