Standing, she waved off the barista and put the pillow back on the window seat. She would even get the stamp. Since it had been weeks since she’d last been to the club, the chances of her doing so out of a Vampire’s compulsion were low.
The club had very strict rules about Vampire and human interaction there. Owen did not want his club to become an easy place for a Vampire to prey on humans. He’d told Marcus more than once he wanted his club to be a place where submissives, whether human or supernatural, could safely explore their needs.
She’d never gone through the process of getting the stamp before. Of course, she was curious how it would feel. She’d seen other people writhing and screaming as they came, simply from a Vampire’s bite, almost every time she was at the club. Her experience with a bite was painful though, and that wasn’t easy to just get over. Tonight, though, she would. She was going to rediscover that strong woman that had gone into hiding after her abduction.
* * * *
A few hours later, Rachel stood in the entryway of The Underground. Nervously, she stood in line with the card Owen had given her. She tilted the card back and forth, as the watermark sparkled. It even felt a little hot, as if there was something slightly electrical about the watermark. Her picture was in the corner, much like an ID. Instead of her address, her identifying information, though, Marcus and Derek’s information were on the card. They were her guardians and had vetted her an unlimited membership into the club. She was one of the few humans that had been allowed to retain knowledge of the supernatural races.
Three doormen took the invitations from other people who stood in the line of people waiting to get into the club, while bouncers screened the line carefully to make sure the people holding invitations were indeed allowed into a supernatural BDSM club. One of the gentlemen glanced at her, and then her card. His eyes focused on the watermark for a moment, and then he pulled her out of the line. She wondered if they were able to sense the magical energy of the card much like the bar code reader at a store.
“Welcome back to The Underground, Rachel.” His baritone voice was smooth as silk, and she smiled as he walked her to the doors. Several people gave them annoyed looks as they waited for the doormen to take their invitations.
When she got to the front counter and showed Marie her card again, Marie gave her a confused look. “Rachel, you could have come in the side entrance.”
“I know. I would like a stamp this time.”
Surprise lit up Marie’s features. “Okay, come on in and go in through the room on the left. Owen will have to speak to you.”
Nodding, she entered the room Marie indicated and saw Owen sitting at a desk, and he looked up when he heard the door.
“Rachel!” Owen smiled his timeless, perfect smile. His golden eyes held the compassion she still was surprised to see from a Vampire. “What brings you into my office?”
“I want a stamp on my hand.” She forced herself to keep eye contact with him, especially when he raised his dark eyebrows.
“Are you sure? Do you realize that if you get one, the Vampires in the club will pursue you?”
She squirmed slightly in her seat as visions of the scarier Vampires dragging her to a privacy room filled her head. She could see herself screaming red, but everyone ignored her because she had a stamp. You’re being silly, girl. Owen would never allow such a thing. “I can still say no, right.” Her mouth was suddenly dry and her heart beat almost painfully in her chest.
“Of course! I would never allow anyone in my club to ignore a sub’s safe word, but once you give your consent, almost anything goes. There are Vampires here, such as myself, that prefer to save biting for sexual pleasure. Without clear limits set, a Vampire may bite you.” His tone was like a father giving a gentle warning to a beloved child.
She struggled to form words for a moment, but she finally nodded. “I understand. I just want two Vampires though. Can I get the stamp with just two Vampires in mind that I want to explore with?” She lowered her eyes, feeling a little like a teenager having to tell her father about a new crush.
“Devon and Kieran?” His tone held no reproach or even surprise as his mesmerizing gaze held hers.
She raised her gaze and found he had a pleased smile on his face. “Yes.”
“I’d wondered how long it would take before you took this step. I am proud of you, Rachel. Devon and Kieran are honorable Vampires. The sparks flew between the three of you last time.”
“You know about that?” Surprise had her eyes widening. She hadn’t realized anyone was watching. True, they were making out, and she was ready to let them do whatever they pleased with her, but it was a BDSM club. Outright sex happened all over the place. She’d figured a little kissing would pass unnoticed.
Owen smiled at her and she could almost make out his thoughts by the sparkle in his eyes. “My dear, I know most of what happens in this club,” he said, confirming what she thought he’d say.
Owen peered into her eyes as if he was studying her mind. He smiled when he seemed to like what he found. “Very well. You can have the stamp, but if at any time you feel the need for things to end, the club safeword is still red. No supernatural would dare defy me and ignore your safeword.”
“Mortef?” She shook just thinking his name, much less asking if she would run into him.
Owen’s blue eyes turned as cold as a glacier, and his mouth turned down into a wicked frown before he said, “Mortef and most of his coven were banned after they attacked Anna. I only allowed Vampires who openly disavowed Mortef to retain their membership here. I can’t guarantee that everyone with nefarious intent will get filtered out through my screening and vetting, but I work hard to keep all my patrons safe.”
She stood when Owen reached for the stamp and held her hand out. “This will stay good for a week. You can come back anytime during that week. After that, you will come back here and we can talk. You may have new questions or concerns. I am here if you ever need to talk. A relationship with a Vampire can be rather intense, and stir feelings that surprise you. I also need to make sure you are not here requesting a stamp from a Vampire’s compulsion.”
She placed her hand on the doorknob and paused. “Has that even happened before?”
“Yes, mostly from young, foolish Vampires. They didn’t mean any harm, and the female was already in line with an invitation. My employees watch the ladies in the line much closer now for any sign of coercion. It doesn’t happen much anymore after I sent my own enforcers to teach them some manners. The word spread rather quickly, that I was not amused.” The ice-cold look in his eyes had her shivering.
“No.” She shook her head. “I don’t imagine you found that very funny at all.”
She opened the door and loud thudding music blasted through every time someone opened the heavy oak doors that led into the bar area of the club. Every time she came here, she marveled at the intricate carving on the wooden doors, and the beautiful artwork of the wrought iron handles that appeared hand made, and in the shape of dragons breathing flames. It was cool on her hands as she opened the door and let the sights and sounds of the BDSM club envelop her.
She followed one of the play areas that had St Andrew’s crosses lining a wall. She noted that it was a busy night. All six were occupied with others waiting on a bench that was intended for couples that were waiting their turn. Some sat at small circular tables that had tiny lamps in the center, looking through paperwork. She knew from experience that they were going over hard and soft limits together. She didn’t have a full-time Dom or Master, so Owen had gone over her limits with her. Owen made sure any Dom or Master knew the subs’ likes and dislikes before they negotiated play. Consent was a huge deal with the Vampire club owner.
The sound of the implement the Dom chose to use impacting flesh reverberated through the room, followed by a wail or moan. Masters and Doms dealt both pain and pleasure here. Many supernaturals were extreme in their play. She had never thought it looked sexy to have bruises and w
elts though. Domination was what made her core melt, not pain.
She stopped for a moment when she saw a naked sub strapped to the cross. One of the Doms held a Hitachi wand to her pussy while the other left pink stripes on her ass from the crop he used. She couldn’t tell if the sub was screaming from pain, orgasms, or even both. She shuddered a bit, even as her own nectar flowed to coat her soft petals.
Not sure if she wanted to start her night out with drinking, she headed toward the bar. She would compromise and get a diet soda while she contemplated her options for the evening. She wasn’t even sure if the two she sought to spend time with were even here.
Almost as if it was in answer to her questions, she spotted Devon. Her heart skipped a beat before it picked up double time. The man strode as if he owned the place, yet also had a humbleness about him that said he didn’t think he was god’s gift to the world. The power he held almost oozed through his pores and other men moved out of his way. He never spoke many words, but he didn’t need to. There was a quiet command that clung to him like a fine cologne. Everyone around him could sense it and reacted, whether they realized it or not.
She almost raised her hand to get his attention, when he turned and headed back toward the dungeon of the club. It was just as well, her resolve was faltering. Who was she kidding? She came here like a lovesick teenager hoping to see her beau. Devon and Kieran were very old Vampires, and she was probably not much more than a fling on a boring night.
Feeling dejected, she turned, grabbed her diet soda and headed for the area of the club that held various dance floors. She passed one that played a country song about going flat line over a girl. It had a good beat, but it wasn’t what she was in the mood for. The music grew softer as she approached an area that held tables, chairs, and couches. The hum of conversation filled the air with the industrial music more of a backdrop.
She drew closer to another dance floor that had thudding industrial music. This one had a fog machine and strobe lights for those that wanted to add illicit activities to their dancing. The music was loud enough that she didn’t hear the moans or slapping of flesh against flesh, but she saw the bodies moving in the timeless dance of lovemaking.
Hiding her hand, she found a part of the open well-lit room where she could people watch for a while. Doubt assailed her as she saw so many couples. What was she thinking? It was almost laughable to think they would want her. She was damaged and too much of a bother. Lycans and Vampires didn’t get along well.
Trying not to fall into a pit of self-pity, she turned her attention to the others in the room. This part of the club was bright, so those who chose to simply socialize could see well. That was not to say that play didn’t happen here. In The Underground, BDSM scenes and sex happened everywhere, even in the open well-lit sitting areas.
A red haired woman lay across a table with her head tilted so a man could thrust into her mouth. Her Dom tied her to the table with her legs held wide and secured to the legs of the table. Still, her hips gyrated as a second man thrust into her while he stroked her clit.
Some ignored the scene while they socialized with one another, while others watched in fascination. A ping of longing hit her as she watched for just a moment. She wanted that kind of intense relationship with Devon and Kieran. Hope and dread battled for dominance as she thought about the possibilities with the two.
“Dancing. Yes, dancing,” she said aloud as she moved away from the scene.
She left and passed a gay couple where one man led another by a leash, by the gag in his mouth. “Someone must have been naughty.” she mused. She’d not seen subs gagged while not in a scene very often.
When the Dom pulled the ball gag from his mouth and claimed his lips with his, the memory of Kieran kissing her slammed into her and whetted her libido even further. Her nipples tingled at the memory of Kieran’s lips brushing against hers. He’d made love to her with his mouth, and taken control of her with that sexy growl of possession.
“How could the Lycans let you out of their sight? Do they even know what you are?”
She did know, all too well. There was evil inside of her, she could feel it and while it terrified her, she feared what Marcus would do to her even more. It was an odd feeling to trust someone as much as she feared them.
She crossed on the outside perimeter of the dance floor. The bright strobe lights and thick fog helped to give the dance floor an eerie feeling. It was the perfect setting for her mood. A high wail drew her attention and she spotted a woman in between two Vampires. One had his lips locked around a woman’s neck while the other nipped at her bare nipples. His teeth scraped across her skin as she shuddered and bucked her hips.
An ache grew in her core as she watched the trio. The Vampire behind her let her go and then the other one stood up and took his turn biting her wrist. The woman leaned back against the other Vampire and cried out her bliss.
The scene had her backing up and against the opening doorway of the dance hall. Closing her eyes, She imagined Devon and Kieran doing that to her. The fantasy stretched out before her.
She could actually feel their hot breath against her skin as she imagined them taking her. She may even fight them a bit, just to see if they were willing to take what they wanted. Devon’s dark eyes would lock onto hers and he would order her to obey him.
“Make me.” She would glare at him, daring him to force her to bend to his will.
He was a strong Vampire and he would grip her hair and force her to her knees. “Suck me into your mouth, slave.”
She would turn her head and yell no, but deep down, she wanted him to force her. To show her that he was strong enough to handle her at her worst. Devon would tighten his grip on her hair and open his pants. “Do it or I will spank you, slave.”
“You wouldn’t dare!” She would throw the challenge in his face. “Do you dare to tame me?”
Devon would pick her up, bend her over the railing, and swat her ass with his bare hand. She would scream and fight as he peppered her ass. “You will obey your Master.”
“Yes, yes. I’m sorry, Master. Forgive me. I will suck your cock.”
She would fall to her knees again and gladly take her Master, Devon’s, cock into her mouth. Thoroughly punished, she would be a happy sub for the rest of the night.
Her pussy ached and she could feel her nectar soaking her panties from her daydream. It was just a dream though. She’d ruined any chance with Devon and Kieran when she insulted them last time she was here with Logan.
* * * *
Devon walked along the walkway of the BDSM club many supernaturals frequented. His steps quickened when he spotted Kieran. They’d kept their senses open looking for her. A tip from Owen informed them that she was here, and she asked for the stamp. She’d done it! Devon controlled his urge to shout with triumph. She’d taken a huge step toward building a bond of trust with them. It couldn’t be any clearer than if a witch had sensed it after a scrying spell.
Still, they had to be gentle with her. He’d read the file Owen kept on her. She liked a little spanking, maybe a crop, but not too hard. She wasn’t into pain, but she enjoyed bondage and domination. As he wandered the club looking for her, he planned ways they could dominate her without triggering any fear, and maybe get her to consent to a light spanking.
Devon caught up to Kieran near the dance floor. “Have you seen her?”
“No, a few of the humans layered their perfume on rather thick. I can’t smell much else than that cloying scent.”
Devon grimaced as he caught a whiff of it. It could have been a thousand dollar bottle, but all they could make out were the chemical compounds that confused their senses.
“It is good to see that the fighting hasn’t stopped our people from getting together.”
Devon followed Kieran’s stare and saw a Vampire soldier sharing a drink with a Lycan enforcer. They talked as if they were old friends. It gave him hope that no matter how hard Mortef tried, he wouldn’t be able to destroy the pe
ace that they all enjoyed.
“You helped to build this, brother, and you’ve worked hard to protect it. You should feel damn proud.”
Devon shook his head. “If I hadn’t done it, someone else would have.”
“I doubt that. You could have been the spoiled little fledgling of the Overlord and ridden his coattails into a life of luxury. Instead, you stood up for what you knew was right. No one can say that was the actions of an entitled or selfish prince.”
Devon stopped. “I didn’t do any of this for a title. My uncle tried to kill me. He killed my father. None of my actions are for personal gain.”
Kieran opened his mouth to reply, but they caught her familiar scent. They both grinned, they’d finally found her in the sea of humans and supernaturals. He scanned the dance floor and saw her.
She had a graceful beauty that stole his breath away. Her glowing brown hair flowed down her back. Her brown eyes sparkled when she smiled. Last time he’d pressed his body to hers, he’d felt every one of her luscious curves. Her small, high breasts were a perfect fit for his hands and mouth. The stars were smiling on him tonight. His cock grew painfully hard just watching her as her body reacted to the scenes on the dance floor.
Her body was angled enough, he could see her nipples were tantalizingly hard. The stiff peaks poked through the thin fabric of her shirt, and she watched the sexual dance breathlessly. Her cheeks were flushed red as her heart beat an erratic staccato.
Following her gaze, Devon spotted the two Vampires. One Vampire bit the woman as the other thrust into her pussy in hard, long strokes.
“Rachel seems impressed by Vernoff and Fester’s scene.”
Kieran glanced over at her. “She is. I can sense her arousal from here. In fact, I think she is fantasizing about her own scene with a Vampire or two.”
The thought of any other Vampire touching Rachel had Devon seeing red. “Owen did assure us that she made it clear she only wanted to see us. She did feel the pull to us just as strongly as we did.”
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