Hunger Within (A Sable Hart Vampire Slayer Novel Book 1)

by Megan Hawke

  The line to get inside the club stretched down the street and around the corner. As I walked down the line, I checked out the wannabe clientele. No vampires in line. Good.

  I dressed to impress the BDSM minion crowd that patronized Ruby Necklace. I wore a black leather corset, with crimson lacing up the front. It displayed my breasts impressively. The pants matched, with crimson laces instead of a zipper. The knee boots had crimson laces up the front. The leather opera gloves left my fingers exposed, only wrapping around my middle finger, and crimson lacing bound them snug to just below my pits. I accessorized with large silver hoop earrings and a studded collar. I even curled my long hair, so that it flowed down my back in shimmering waves.

  Two burly bouncers in all black and wearing mirrored glasses guarded the door, and both were mortal. I stopped before them. I tilted my head slightly to the side and gave them my best "I'm not amused" haughty look.

  "You don't open the door for ladies?"

  "We're almost full," one of them said. "Go to the end of the line."

  "I don't think so." I showed them my fangs. I ran my tongue over them. They stood a little straighter. "Want to see my invitation again?"

  "Ah." He opened the door. "So sorry, Mistress. Enjoy your visit to Ruby Necklace."

  "Thank you." I strode past him.

  Two more bouncers were inside the door. They were large African-American men. When they regarded me without mirrored glasses I saw their eyes glowing red from reflected light, so I checked their auras. Yep. Vampires.

  I was waved through. No vampire would bring in anything dangerous to vampires. Perish the thought.

  Pounding rock music blared, accompanied by dismal lyrics about wanting to kill his cheating girlfriend. The deep, gravelly singer's voice grated on my nerves. It had to hurt him to sing.

  Ruby Necklace had live music on Friday and Saturday nights. It was Friday. I could see the stage across the club. The equipment was already setup.

  The club’s main room was two stories high. Colored lights spun and twirled high above, with some lights strobing incessantly. The only other lighting was indirect from behind the long bar to my right, and the small, dim lamps on each table. Black lacquered bistro tables took up a small area between the bar and dance floor. About half of them were full, but the dance floor was packed.

  The club had multiple levels. Past the main stage and bar was another level, about halfway up to the second floor, filled with tables and booths. Twenty foot wide stairs led up to that level. Next to a sign proclaiming Members Only, a narrower stair went up to a lounge above the bar overlooking the dance floor and stage. The VIP lounge.

  The sweet scent of freshly spilled human blood wafted down from those heights. Thank God I fed before coming, since I was surrounded by excited men and women, rubbing against me, bumping into me as they danced or moved about. It was the first time I'd been in such a place as a vampire with so many aroused men and women. I immediately understood the appeal to the undead.

  There would be no finding Clive Honeywell or any of his vamps on the dance floor. Just from the entrance I spotted eight dancing vampires – five male and three female. Everyone, male and female, mortal and immortal, was dressed to kill, mostly in rubber or leather fetishwear. The A/C was on high to keep them cool.

  I pushed through the crowd, heading for the stairs. Scattered between the tables on the second level were bondage devices, used to hold and/or display willing submissives in place. There were even some tables in back with bondage gear, like manacles and shackles. I wasn't sure if the equipment was for the use of the patrons, or for staff to put on shows for them.

  I found an empty table between the first stairs and second. Anyone going up to the VIP lounge would have to pass by me.

  I grimaced as I looked around. I came believing I could pick those notorious vamps out of the crowd, but now that I was sitting there, I realized I only saw a few pictures of them on TV, and a few more I found on the internet. And none of those were good pictures.

  I looked around the club. About two-thirds of the patrons were dancing or crowded around the bar. The rest were up on the second level. For the most part, it seemed pairings or groupings of Dominants and their submissives. The couple closest to me was a blonde Domme and her male sub. While she was in an all-black leather catsuit, he was only wearing a black leather loincloth. She looked to be about thirty, while he couldn't have been more than twenty. She held his leash taunt while he licked her boots.

  I thought that was pretty bad, until I noticed a young couple in a booth. He was a vampire. The pretty blonde was very mortal. She was sitting on his lap, back to him and head thrown back onto his shoulder. Her top was unlaced so that not only were her breasts on display, but he was also openly fondling her. Then I realized she was doing a slow hip gyrating bounce on his lap. Upon closer scrutiny, I spotted his erect cock beneath her. She was sliding up and down that meaty shaft.

  "Can I get you anything?" a waitress in a black and red latex costume said. "We have a special on mixed drinks for the ladies tonight."

  "It's still early." I didn't want to alienate her. Not yet. "Maybe later. Now tell me, how does a vamp get herself invited up to the VIP lounge?"

  I couldn't imagine Clive or any of his immortal flunkies sitting anywhere but the VIP area. They were old, powerful vampires. They were used to bossing people around and being waited on hand and foot.

  "Oh, you're a vampire, Mistress. You can go up anytime. Only us mere mortals have to be invited or led up on a leash."

  "Good answer." I picked up my clutch. "Thanks."

  Once again, two bouncers guarded the stairs. Both were white, about six foot five, and over-muscled mortals. I didn't have to flash any fang at them. They nodded respectfully as I passed. The VIP lounge proved much more luxurious than below.

  There was a small bar, with two leather bikini clad blonde bartenders. I counted three waitresses – a blonde, a redhead, and a black girl. All three slim, busty, and gorgeous. Their "uniform" consisted of a black leather thong, dog collar, and stiletto pumps. Yeah, they were topless. Imagine how that thrilled me.

  The three waiters were all tall, muscular, and well-groomed. One had military short hair, another longish brown hair, and the Latino had shoulder-length hair. The waiters wore tight black spandex pants and those white collars and cuffs that male strippers wore sometimes. The wait staff not only looked incredible, but when they looked at me their eyes all smoldered with barely controlled lust.

  It took my breath away.

  The furniture was all leather sofas and chairs, in black, red, or white groupings. There were multiple tiers to the lounge, each level two steps higher than the previous, all designed so no matter where a guest sat, he could see the stage and dance floor.

  There were no other vamps up there.

  "I am Enrique, Mistress," the Latino waiter said. "How may I serve you?"

  I knew how he wanted to serve me. His eyes were locked on my chest. I redirected his gaze by pointing up and to the side.

  "I'd like to sit over there, if you don't mind."

  He offered his arm and I took it. Enrique escorted me to a black leather couch. I sat back and crossed my legs, liking how I blended in with my black and red outfit.

  "Mistress, I noticed some dust on the toes of your boots. Would you like me to lick it off?" He looked like he wanted to do it, too. The thought kinda gave me the willies. But I noticed the other waiters watching in anticipation. "Or would you prefer one of the women?"

  "No. You'll do fine, Enrique."

  A cold chill slithered down my spine as he dropped to all fours. My throat tightened and my heart raced. No one had ever licked my shoes before. No one had ever been so subservient to me. I wondered what he was feeling, since I had been forced to bottom to Dominique and most of Yuri's family.

  My legs were still crossed, left over right. He nuzzled the toe of that dangled left boot, looking like he was lost in Nirvana all the while. I noticed he had a hard-on under
those super tight spandex pants. The smell of his desire rolled up and over me.

  I bit my lip as I watched the tip of his tongue draw a line from the tip of my toe up to the lacings. That lick gave me the impression it was done for pure pleasure, then he started to lick my boot. He caught my eyes as his hands came up and cradled my foot within them, one hand lovingly stroking the long slender heel.

  Enrique licked his way up the inside of my boot, then up onto the leather pants. When he reached my knee he paused long enough to lift my foot up and over, uncrossing my legs, and set the boot on the floor. Then he locked smoldering dark brown eyes with mine, and gently pushed my knees wide. I somehow managed, strong twenty-first century woman that I am, to suppress the gasp.

  A soft moan did escape my lips when he firmly licked my inner thigh. My insides were on fire and quaking as I watched and felt that tongue working its way up my leg, growing closer and closer to that special place.

  "Ooh." I groaned when he reached my groin, and licked my pubic mound through the leather. It was as if I wasn't wearing anything at all down there. He was a tongue master, teasing and toying with me. That tongue seemed magical in its ability to touch just the right spot, just the right way. "Mmmmmm."

  Movement on the stage below caught my eye. It was a pretty blonde, using the height of the stage to scan the crowd. Must’ve lost her boyfriend. She wore a tight white sheath of a mini-dress, with a wide fire engine red belt and matching patent leather thigh boots.

  Darcy.

  “Shit, shit, shit.” I sat straight up. I had to get out of there. “Enrique?”

  He sat back on his legs and looked at me in confusion.

  “Yes, Mistress?”

  I pointed to a hallway to the right of the small bar. “What’s back there?”

  He smiled knowingly. “Restrooms, Mistress. And a stair down to the Privacy Rooms.”

  “Privacy Rooms?”

  “Small rooms behind the bar, accessible only from above through the VIP Lounge.” He gave me a sultry smile. “There is a small bed in each room, so our guests can be intimate in private. Would you like me to show you one of them?”

  I glanced back to the stage. Darcy was nowhere to be seen. I checked the second level. Nothing. She had vanished. “Maybe in a moment.”

  I was starting to wish I hadn’t taunted them about killing Darby.

  “Enrique!” the redheaded waitress said, all excited. “It’s Hector.”

  Hector? There was a Hector Lopez in Clive’s group of vampires. I followed her pointing finger, and spotted a Hispanic man on the second level. He was heading for the stairs up to the VIP Lounge. It was too dark and far away to make out his features, but so far he fit the description – five foot eight, muscular, short black hair.

  Now I was torn. I knew Darcy was inside the club, and other members of Yuri’s group might be here as well. A quick escape was prudent, but I might be ten seconds from meeting a member of Clive’s group of even more insidious vampires.

  Hector's head slowly rose up the stairs as he ascended. He was still three steps down when I became convinced he was the Hector I wanted to find, despite the fact he’d shaved off the mustache and goatee. Those hard, dark eyes marked him in my mind. He was one of Clive’s vampire enforcers. If memory served me right, he was Changed along with his wife, Maria Teresa Lopez.

  Enrique, my waiter and would-be lover, abandoned me to rush over to him. I was more than a little put off. My Enrique. Hector accepted his pathetic gushing as his due. I guessed Enrique lost interest in taking me to see one of the Privacy Rooms.

  A blonde woman on the second level caught my eyes. My heart stopped for a second, until I realized it wasn’t Darcy. Enrique got my attention when he pulled the same “dust on the shoes” bit with Hector. Only this time, when he licked the vampire’s crotch, he was pulled up into his lap. They went at each other like sex starved minxes.

  I glared at them a long moment, even as I wondered why I cared. When I glanced back down at the dance floor Darcy was heading up the stairs to the second level. She had her cell out punching in a text message. My heart dropped into my stomach and I looked around for a bolt hole or escape route. Who can I take to a Privacy Room?

  Darcy headed straight toward the back of the second level, checking out everyone at each table and booth. She was definitely looking for someone. How lucky am I? I should buy lotto tickets.

  I curled a finger at the waiters. The short-haired guy came over, dropping to both knees before me.

  “How may I please you, Mistress?”

  I patted the seat next to me. “Join me.”

  A quick glance showed Darcy still making her way slowly toward the back of the second level. In a moment she would reach the back wall and come up the next row. It wouldn’t take her long to finish her search and head up to my level.

  The waiter slid onto the sofa next to me, then scooted up close. That boy wasn't bottoming to me at all. He wanted it equal. Somehow I didn’t think he'd last long at Ruby Necklace. I wasn't having it. I'd submitted to too much sexual use and abuse as it was, so I grabbed his leg above the knee and squeezed hard.

  "You forget your place, boy."

  He stiffened.

  "Yes, Mistress."

  What a relief. For a second I feared he would object and cause a ruckus. I didn’t need any more attention on myself than absolutely necessary.

  "Name?"

  "Corey, if it pleases Mistress."

  It didn't. I knew a Corey from grade school. Terrible bully. He tainted my opinion of all Coreys thereafter. Maybe I was still mad about losing Enrique to Hector.

  "I am Mistress Sable. Don't forget again."

  "I won't, Mistress Sable."

  A quick glance showed Darcy finished with checking out the second level. Time to leave.

  "Good boy." Standing up, I towered over him and gave him a superior, haughty look. "Lead me to a Privacy Room… huh?"

  Enrique passed us, heading for the back, and interrupted me. Hector followed at a more leisurely pace. Up close, Hector was even more impressive. More frightening. His vampiric power radiated from him, giving me goose bumps. Feelings of uncertainty overwhelmed me. What made me think I could take on a two hundred fifty-five year old vampire?

  Hector looked me over even as I checked him out. He liked what he saw. Girls know when guys like what they see. We shared a knowing smile, but he didn’t stop.

  I have to admit, I expected him to forget all about Enrique when he got a good look at me. Didn't happen. Self-esteem in the toilet.

  What did Enrique have that I don't? I mean, besides a penis.

  "Is there a problem, Corey?"

  He was still sitting. Darcy would be here shortly. I didn’t think management would appreciate two vampires tearing each other up in the VIP Lounge. On second thought, a knockdown, drag out catfight between a pair of sexed up vampirettes might be good for business.

  "I thought maybe you changed your mind about me from the way you looked at him."

  "I'm too horny for games, boy." I picked up my clutch and raised my eyebrow at him. "On your feet and lead the way. Now."

  His big blue eyes brightened. I was horny, so that meant he would get some by default. Smart boy. He could figure out one and one added up to a good time.

  "Yes, Mistress!"

  I made out Darcy's voice from the bottom of the stairs. She was asking the bouncers if they’d seen a “black-haired vampire chick.” Dammit.

  Fortunately, Corey was up and moving toward the back, half a dozen steps behind Hector. I followed him, trying to look like I wasn't concerned about anything. Another tortured voice, screeching guitar song had started up, so I couldn’t track Darcy’s progress with my ears.

  I showed the wait staff in the VIP Lounge a confident strut as I followed Corey into the short hallway, then down the narrow stairs. Downstairs, the privacy area was dimly lit, with black painted walls and blood red doors. I thought that a bit over the top. From the stairs to the fire exit were t
en doors, five on a side. The rooms had to be small, since the doors were so close together.

  Enrique led Hector to the first door on the right, while Corey led me to the last door on the left. I eyed the fire exit with a smile – my escape – as I followed Corey into the room. I still had delusions of getting my hands on Señor Lopez, but I now possessed little confidence in success.

  “What now, Mistress Sable?” He took all of fifteen seconds to pull off his shoes and pants.

  “Spread eagle on the bed, boy.”

  There were fur-lined, strap-on cuffs at all four corners. Floggers, manacles, shackles, and other bondage gear were hanging on the walls. There was a chest of drawers that I found filled with dildos, vibrators, strap-ons, and assorted gags. BDSM heaven.

  I started buckling the cuffs around his ankles. His cock started stiffening up.

  “You have a safeword?”

  “Mayday.” He shrugged. “Not original, but I don’t like any doubt.”

  “Smart.” He wasn't. Not really. Working in a place like Ruby Necklace, he should be able to read body language better. He should've known I didn't want to do anything. Tying him up wasn't kinky; it was convenient. "Relax, babe. I'll be doing all the work here tonight."

  "Sweet." His eyes were locked onto my breasts.

  Christ. Do men think of anything else?

  "Oh yes. Not only do you get to relax and enjoy, but you're going to get a big surprise, too."

  His looked into my eyes.

  "Really?"

  "Really." I captured him with my eyes. "Relax."

  Corey's jaw dropped and his body went completely limp. Yep, that too. He lost all his lust. I do that to men sometimes. It's a gift.

  I walked over to the chest of drawers. Atop it was a bowl full of assorted condoms, in every color imaginable. Some were kinda wicked and wild. I picked out a purple condom, with ridges and bumps along its length, then returned to Corey. I admit to being both scandalized by it and rather excited. I couldn't help but imagine what that would feel like inside me.

  "Corey." He looked at me. "You are very excited, aroused." He started to rise again. "We are doing terribly wicked things together. I'm answering all of your secret, darkest yearnings." Oh, he was hard. I rolled the condom onto him easily, and started stroking it. "I'm doing everything you ever dreamed of a woman doing to you." He began to shiver as his face, neck, and upper chest became flushed with blood. "I am perfect and you are deep inside of me, driving me crazy with pleasure and desire, and… you… come."