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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 pussy. 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 in. 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.

“Cat.”

“
Cat,
I
don’t know. Every time I got involved with fixing your shit, it always turned
out bad…for me.” He took a sip of the cognac.

“Not this time, sugar. I promise. Scott is a pain
in the ass Fed. No one will miss him. And the bounties are worthless as well.
They’re human pieces of trash not worth converting. Please, baby, do it for me
for old times. I’ll make it worthwhile. You remember how good we were
together.” Sliding a hand from his arm down his abdomen to between his legs,
she rubbed the growing bulge there.

His desire was directed at Alexandra, not
Ecaterina. While his old love whispered in his ear carrying on about making a
hit on a human, he watched his new love across the room. The taste of
Alexandra’s blood lingered in his mouth. He wanted more.
Damn she was giving in too, until the bitch walked in.

“Stefan, are you listening to me? Stefan!”

“Yes. I was thinking about what you were saying.
Kill a human named Johnson, blah, blah and some bounties in Miami, blah again.”

“No you weren’t. You were looking at that fat ass
bitch you’re training as your new slave.” Standing, she slammed the chair back
up along the wall and knocked the table over, spilling the drinks on the floor.
Ecaterina walked in the direction of Alex and the male companion, with fire in
her eyes and fists curled and at her side.

Stefan acted quickly, and with vampire speed to
place his body in front of Alexandra to protect her from Ecaterina’s wrath. He
wasn’t quick enough.

Ecaterina reached the booth before he did.
Knocking the table out of the way, she grabbed Alexandra pulling her to her
feet. “If I can’t have him, you sure as hell aren’t either, whore.” Ecaterina
pushed her head to the side and sunk her fangs into Alexandra’s soft flesh as
she struggled and screamed.

Stefan grabbed Ecaterina by her shoulders and
yanked her by the hair, pulling her off Alexandra.
“You
jealous psycho bitch.
Get out of here.” He still held her by the hair
with one hand, the other around the neck.

“I like it rough, Stefan, and so do you, as I
remember. Go ahead, hurt me. Make me scream in pain and pleasure.” She licked
the blood dripping from a glossy, white fang, swirling her tongue along her
bottom lip around to the top lip. “Hmm, she tastes good.”

His eyes glowed red.
“Never
Ecaterina.
Never again.
Now get out and take
your pet with you.” He tossed her several feet across the floor.

As she laughed, a low pitched, guttural sound
escaped from her throat. Rising with the help of the male companion, who had
hid out of the way when the turmoil erupted, she pushed him away and stood on
her own.

Stefan returned his attention to Alexandra.
Slumped on the floor with her back resting against the booth seat, head flopped
to one side, she coughed between sobs.

“
Prinţesa
mea
, speak to me. Alexandra?” Stefan knelt down close, whispering in her
ear with his soothing voice. He examined the bite marks which looked more like
gashes. Ecaterina had charged animal-like, intending to kill Alexandra. The
rate of bleeding alarmed him, especially coupled with shallow breathing. On the
other hand her heartbeat was strong.
I
still have time to act
.

Gently lifting her into his arms, he carried her
behind the stage to the club offices. Everyone in the club stood gawking at the
incident that had taken place. A human woman remarked how erotic the scene
played out and clapped thinking it part of the club’s entertainment.

Stupid human.

Silence broke in the room with the woman’s comment
and other clapping and chatter followed. The emcee caught Stefan’s eye as he
passed by him. The astute barker recognized the reality of the situation and
received a message from Stefan to take control, shifting the attention of the
crowd back to him with the next scene moving on stage. The players set up
quickly.

Stefan lowered Alexandra to the couch in Gregori’s
office. Blood seeped out of her wound and onto the leather surface. He cursed,
knowing Gregori would be furious.
Oh
well, he’ll have to get over it.

Stefan studied his new love for a few moments. He
had to act fast. The loss of blood became critical. Its scent teased his
nostrils, tempting him to take what small amount remained. He had not had
anything significant since the bottled blood back at his house earlier in the
evening. “Damn it to hell, Alexandra!”

He waged a silent war within knowing she didn’t
want to drink blood. The idea repulsed her and he made a promise. The vampire
blood, his blood, was the only thing that would save her life right now. And
then the issue of
her being
a hunter. A vampire saving
the life not only of a human, but a hunter, Gregori would consider this a
betrayal. What would he do?

Without further hesitation, he propped Alexandra’s
head up with a throw pillow from the sofa. “Forgive me,
prinţesa mea
,” he said and bit into the vein of his right
wrist. Dark sanguine blood trickled from the two shallow wounds he inflicted.
Using his fingers, he smeared his blood onto her gashed flesh on her neck to
heal the wound. Within moments the bleeding ceased and the skin closed. He
milked the vein and gently placed his other hand behind her neck, raising her
to his wrist.

At first, a small trickle touched Alexandra’s lip
and he whispered, “Drink Alexandra, drink to live. I cannot lose you.
Alexandra, hear me. I command you. Do not disobey me.
Drink.”
His voice velvety, yet coaxing; he winced at having to use harsh words and
commanding her. Not willing to let her go, he wouldn’t turn her without her
permission, taking her blood was off the table as a choice. Choosing life was
the only option. Once she recovered, he’d convince her he’d done the right
thing.

Alexandra licked the blood from her lip as he
commanded. Within moments, she grabbed Stefan’s arm and drew his wrist in,
suckling on the blood flowing from the puncture. Color came back to her skin,
her heart beat steady. Stefan pulled his wrist away and sealed the prick marks
by licking them. He reclined her back onto the pillow. Her eyes fluttered,
remaining closed. Before drifting off to sleep, she moaned and murmured
something incoherent.

Stefan went into the adjacent private bathroom and
dampened a cloth with warm water, returning to clean Alexandra. Most of the
blood had trickled down her neck and absorbed into the corset. He was saddened.
The delicate lacy lingerie looked beautiful on her, despite the objection of
purchasing it. The precise cut of the underpinning showed off her hourglass
figure magnificently and he loved her in it. Tomorrow night he’d buy another
one to replace the stained one.

A knock came to the door.

“Yes,” he called out.

The door cracked open. “Master Stefan,
it’s
Sheena. I have Medena’s handbag and blouse. I thought
you’d want them here with you. I’ll put them on the desk.” Moving across the
room, she laid the items down, then turned to leave and stopped.

“How’s she doing, if you don’t mind me asking?”

Without looking up, his gaze remained fixed upon
Alexandra, while stroking her cheek. “She’ll be okay with enough rest.”