by Davis, SJ
Chapter 13
“Wake up, Jas.” Sam shakes me rousing me from my slumber.
“What could you possibly want already?” I pull away from her covering my head with the pillow.
“Already? Girl it’s the next night, you slept all day.” She pulls the pillow off my head, smacking me with it. “Now get up and get a shower, there is someplace we need to go. Fill you in on the way.” She yanks the comforter off the bed on her way out of the room.
“Bitch!” I throw the pillow at the door. Her laughter echoes down the hallway.
I drag myself out of the bed, stumbling to the shower. “There better be coffee when I am done woman.”
Sam laughs, but I hear clinking in the kitchen, as I turn on the shower tap. The hot water soothes my achy body. God, I am sore in places I didn’t know could be sore. I soap up and rinse off, finishing up my shower. I opt for jeans, boots and a black tee, nothing fancy I don’t know what she has planned.
I stomp my way to the kitchen, I never used to sleep the day away. These people are draining the life out of me. As I round the corner into the kitchen, Sam hands me a cup of steaming coffee. I give her a half smile, inhaling the rich aroma.
“So, what do you have up your sleeve today?” I sip the hot black liquid energy I’m going to need every once of it tonight.
“There’s a new girl in town, I thought we could pop into your shop, grab so welcome stuff and go say hi.” She hops up on the kitchen counter, swinging her feet like a giddy kid.
“So we are going to show up at some woman’s house and invite ourselves in?”
“That’s the plan.”
“All right, lets get going.” I pour the coffee into a travel mug and drag Sam off the counter.
The shops closed, so we head in the back door. I grab a basket and Sam heads out front going through products. I step into the office, to check messages from the girls working. There’s a white flower box sitting on my desk. It’s the same kind of box that I found on my porch that day.
“Sam!” I jerk the lid off the box.
The same white flowers are on the inside. The same-penned note, it’s the exact handwriting from before. Sam rushes into the office door. She stops and stares.
“What’s that?” She pulls the card from my hand.
“Sam, I don’t know who keeps sending these. It’s really starting to creep me out.” I chuck the flowers in the trash, with trembling hands.
Sam pulls out her cell, typing in a few quick text messages. “Come on, let’s get this basket together and get out of here. Do you have the schedule for the store covered through the end of the weekend?”
“Yeah, I do. I don’t have to come in at all, except Sunday to restock and post the new schedule.” I grab the basket, tossing in all the things Sam grabbed.
The limo drops us off, about a block from the house we are going to. Sam doesn’t want to appear uppity to this woman. She promises to call him as soon as we are ready to go back.
“Okay lets do this.” She pulls me up on the porch, knocking on the door before I can protest.
The clicking of locks, two of them, and the rattle of a chain, precede the opening door. A tall slim built woman with pale blonde hair stands in the doorway. Her eyes dart to the street behind us, before leveling on the basket in my hands.
“Can I help you?”
“Hi, I’m Jasmine. This is Sam.” I motion to my now silent partner. “We just wanted to stop by and welcome you to town.”
“I’m Allya.” She blocks the doorway with her body.
This isn’t going too smoothly.
“I made this house warming gift for you.” I thrust the basket into her arms.
She sniffs at the contents. “Uh, thanks. Do you want to come in?”
“Sure.” Sam grabs my arm and pushes past the woman.
Allya huffs under hear breath, something about fires, I think.
“Have a seat ladies.” Allya motions to the worn couch in the living room. “Do you want something to drink? I’ve water, tea, and there might be some wine left.”
“Sure, wine sounds great. I'll help you.” Sam follows Allya into the kitchen, leaving me in the living room.
There is mumbled conversation going on in the other room. I strain to hear, only making out a few words. An okay, and an oh I see. There is the clinking of glasses then they appear in the doorway carrying a bottle of red wine, three glasses and a plate of fruit and cheese. Guess we are making an evening of it.
“So since you guys are the welcoming committee. What is there to do in this town?” Allya takes the seat opposite the couch, placing the wine on the coffee table.
“Well we go to the Black Lily a lot.” Sam places the cheese tray down and smirks as she sits beside me.
“Yeah there is the club, I run a shop in town too if you’re looking for work.” I pour the wine into the three glasses on the table.
“What kind of club is it?” Allya takes one of the wine glasses, sipping at it.
“It’s a sex club.” Sam pops a cheese cube in her mouth, hiding her grin.
“A what?” Allya chokes on her wine.
“It’s an alternative lifestyle club, BDSM.” I elbow Sam, to get her to stop laughing.
“I see.” Allya bursts out laughing.
“You two are hopeless,” I sigh.
They break out into a giggling fit; I can’t help but to laugh along with them. It’s kind of nice to have some girl friends.
“Allya, would you like to come by the shop sometime. It’s not hard work, but it’s local work.” I put the wine glass on the table, not realizing I drank half of it already.
“Yeah I would like that, is this the stuff you sell?” She picks up the basket, inspecting the contents.
Did she just sniff it? “Uh, yeah, I make all the products that are sold in the shop.”
“Why don’t you come to the club this weekend, Jasmine is going to be preforming.” Sam snorts out a laugh, falling back on the couch holding her belly.
I feel the flames of embarrassment inching up my face. I punch Sam in the arm, but it just makes her laugh harder.
“Oh, what kind of performance?” Allya raises an eyebrow, smirking.
“Jasmine and her Dom are doing a live show center stage this weekend. Her very first.” Sam sits up trying to reign in her laughter.
“Damn it, Sam.” I throw a pillow at her, causing her to break out into a fit of giggles again.
Allya is trying desperately not to laugh, covering her mouth, and refusing to look at us. She picks up her wine glass, downing the red liquid. She covers her mouth again and I hear her snort. She is laughing.
“I would love to see that,” she attempts to speak with a straight face.
“I’m so glad you guys are enjoying my pain here.” I place my hand on my forehead, pretending to faint. Throwing them into another fit of giggles.
“Hey, I have an idea. We should do a girls night spa kind of thing before Jasmine’s performance. You know the whole mani, pedi, facial thing.” Sam pulls me to sitting upright. Pure excitement etched on her face.
Allya looks just as excited. “Oh, Sam that sounds like so much fun. I haven’t had girlfriends in forever.”
We sat and chatted the rest of the night, making plans for the spa day. Sam’s going to make sure Allya can get into the club for the weekend and Allya’s going to come to the store sometime to start working.
Sam called the limo driver. We said our goodbyes as he pulled up out front. I like Allya, we all seemed to get along really well. It’s nice to have some female companionship for once, that doesn’t feel like some sort of competition.
The driver drops Sam and I at the club. I head up to bed while she goes down to find Marcus and Thomas to let them know we are back.
I stumble my way into the bedroom. I’m exhausted again, these all nighters are messing with my internal clock. I slip into the bed, wrapped in softness and the scent of Marcus. I sigh to myself, content, for once in my life, slippi
ng into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 14
Sam strolls through the club door, smiling like a kid in a candy store. I’ve not seen her like that in a hundred years Thomas raises an eyebrow at me in question. I just shrug my shoulders.
“Marcus, we need to talk.” Sam jumps up on the bar stool beside me. “Thomas, can I get a shot of whiskey?”
“What’s up Sam?” I turn to face her.
“Jasmine and I went to Allya’s tonight, we stopped at the shop first. There were flowers for her again.”
“Shit, Sam we got to figure out who is doing this. You have any ideas?”
“Not really, the flowers have such a strong smell, I couldn’t scent anything else.”
“All right, we’ll figure out how to deal with that. What did you find out about Allya?” I drink the beer Thomas left on the bar for me.
“Well she’s a shifter, I pulled her aside to let her know Jasmine doesn’t know about the supernatural yet. So she didn’t spill the beans, but she didn’t really give a lot of background info on herself.” Sam downs her shot, and shivers.
“What did you women decide then?”
“Well Jasmine offered her a job at the shop and I suggested a spa day before the big performance his weekend. Allya’s all in for it.”
“Wait, you invited Allya to the club?” I put the beer back on the bar and just stare at her.
“Yeah, why?”
“Because she is Anthony’s mate. Do you think he is going to be able to control himself? You know how long he’s been looking.”
Shock crosses her face. “Marcus I didn’t think about that. Its just Jas and I hit it off so well with her, we wanted her to check out the club.”
“I’ll warn Anthony about it. By the way did you know Mia is still missing?”
“No, none of Anthony’s shifters have been able to get a lead on her?”
“No, she just disappeared, no trail at all.” I down the rest of my beer, handing the empty bottle to Thomas.
“I’ll go out tomorrow night and see what I can dredge up. Thomas do you know where she liked to hunt at?” Sam turns to him.
“Yeah, she liked to go down by the docks, she always like being close to the water.” Thomas stops cleaning the bar top and looks to Sam.
“Okay Thomas, I’ll start down there tomorrow night.” Sam hops off the bar stool and walks away.
I turn to Thomas, the pain etched on his face evident. Mia was his best friend, she knew all his secrets and now she was missing. I fear the hunters may have caught her. If she isn’t already dead, death will be the best thing for her. Not many of us, vampire or shifter, can survive psychologically at the hands of the hunters. Yeah we are stronger and faster, but if caught, they starve us. Once weakened they experiment to find swifter faster ways to damage us, hunting for the perfect weapon. They strip us of our humanity, bringing the beast to the surface. The use all the things they know about us, the sensitivity to silver to damage our flesh. The hunters destroy our bodies, feeding us enough rotten animal blood to heal, so they can do it again. They have been known to keep one of us captive for months before finally allowing us to die.
“Thomas, you know if we find her, she may not be the same?”
“I know Marcus, if she can’t be saved, I want to be the one to put her down.”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Marcus it’s the least I can do for her, to put her beast to rest, she wouldn’t want to be a monster without humanity.”
“That’s your choice, I will make sure anyone that finds her knows to bring her in alive. We will try to save her first.” I pat him on the shoulder and turn to head upstairs.
My love is asleep in my bed, how would I feel if she were taken, missing like Mia. I would tear the world apart till I found her that’s how. She is my everything, my soul mate, my other half.
Her auburn hair fans out around her on the pillow. She looks like an angel, so perfect. A small smile plays across her lips. I slid into the bed beside her, she purrs and curls up against me, molding her body to mine. I wrap my arms around her, holding her tight as the rising sun pulls me into sleep.
Chapter 15
It’s Friday night. Sam sent the drive to get Allya at her house. We are having a spa day in Marcus’s condo. It’s amusing to see a grow man flee in the face of woman with hot wax and nail polish. The beauticians brought all sorts of equipment with them to set up. Sam broke out some of Marcus’s best wine.
Sam’s cell rings. She answers and turns to me. “The driver is out back with Allya, I’m going to go down and bring her up.”
“Okay, I’m going to crack open the wine.”
I hear Sam and Allya giggling their way up the stairs. They stumble through the doorway. Allya is wearing a black leather pencil skirt and a green corset. She looks stunning.
“So you like the outfit I picked out?” Allya twirls in a circle.
“You look amazing, you’ll fit right in.”
We all head into the living room, carrying our wine glasses with us. Taking different seats around the space so the beauty team can get to work. The beauticians hand us robes, instructing us to strip and come back with those on.
A couple hours later we are all thoroughly waxed and painted. Sam and Allya opted for messy French braids with flowers strategically placed in a line down their backs. I chose loose waves, so my hair hangs free down my back. Sam and Allya head down to the club to get seats up front for support.
“Jasmine, I’m going to send Marcus up to get you, get your outfit on.” Sam drags Allya out the door.
I’m wearing the new outfit I bought for Marcus and I’m freshly groomed, just like he likes. I’m wearing the cuffs he used the last time we went to the club. The elevator door dings and he steps into the room. .
My nerves are wound. I don’t want to let him down tonight. I’m actually proud that he thinks I’ve come far enough to show off. He pulls me into his arms, smiling down. He slants his mouth over mine and I melt into his body. He runs his hands down my arms, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. He takes a step back from me, spinning me around to take in all that I’m wearing. His breath hisses out through is lips. I swear his eyes flash that ominous glowing yellow as he takes in my new outfit. I’m wearing a blood red lace corset with sheer black stockings, no panties. The six-inch platform black strappy shoes make my legs look killer.
“Well isn’t this a lovely outfit.” Marcus pats my bare ass, sounding genuinely surprised with my choice of attire tonight, making me all bubbly inside to know I’ve pleased him.
“Come.” He beckons me. I’m tingling everywhere he touches me. I have goose bumps raised onto my skin stifling a shiver while squeezes my ass cheek.
“There are a few more things we have to do to prepare you for tonight before we head to the club.” Leading me to the sofa he guides me to a bending position with my ass high in the air and my shoulders on the cushions. I know where this is leading. He rubs the cool lube around my anus, pushing his finger in. I squirm at the sensation; he smacks my ass reminding me to be still. He puts in a second finger scissoring them around until my muscles start to relax. The broad head of the plug pushes into me. I’m instantly taking right to the edge of orgasm. He knows how much I like what he does to me. I never knew I would take to anal play so quickly, by the time he has the plug fully seated I’m panting for air. He helps me to a standing position and holds me until I regain some of my composure.
“I think a little more jewelry tonight will be appropriate for a public showing.” His smile is wicked as he heads to the bedroom.
I wonder what else he has in mind, I dare not speak. He didn’t ask a question merely stated what he wishes to do. He returns with a gold chain with some kind of device attached to it and a small velvet box. It looks like jewelry, but it’s too long for a necklace. The box is beautiful, rich blue velvet. Marcus kneels in front of me placing the chain around my waist. I watch, intrigued by him giving me a necklace for my belly. As
he fastens it around me I notice more chain attached to a gold sliding clip. He leans forward and runs his tongue along my slit. My clit instantly hardens, peeking out of its protective hood begging for attention. He slips the clip over it and tightens it down. It pinches, I gasp. He loosens it a little, but leaving enough pressure that my clit is exposed and open for his touch at any time. He makes me walk around the living room. The chain tugs on my clit every time I take a step, with the plug in my ass and this chain on my clit, I’m barely in control and we haven’t went into the club yet. My breathing is ragged; I’m losing my composure.
“No coming yet.” He tilts my chin to look in his eyes. . “Just breathe through it. It will make tonight that much more. Now for the final adornment.” He opens the velvet box, inside is a beautiful thick gold omega chain with an M initial hanging on the front, a padlock on the back. He produces a key from his pocket. “I want you to wear my collar.”
I know what this means, he is claiming me as his submissive. It is a form of ownership. Showing all who see it who I belong to, who I chose to be with, it is a commitment from him to me and I to him.
“Yes Sir.” I finally breathe the words out of my mouth past the lump that has formed in my throat. He wants to keep me. He wants everyone to know I’m his and not just for the scene tonight, for always.
He slips the heavy gold necklace around my neck, when the padlock clicks into place I immediately relax. I’m truly his.
“Let’s go luv. We’ve a long night ahead of us.” He ushers me to the elevator and down into the basement of the club.
Chapter 16
She looks amazing tonight. I can’t believe she chose a blood red outfit. How fitting for this evening, her arousal wafts around me like a beacon. Her juices flowing onto her thighs as she walks, her body trembling on the verge of orgasm. All eyes are on her, as I lead her through the club, they know she’s mine. They are excited about seeing her submit to me. I lead her to one of the tables in the corner of the largest playroom of the dungeon area. I’m going to let her watch a few scenes herself before we do our own. Sam and Allya bring drinks over and sit with us.