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Authors: Jenika Snow
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situation coursed through me. I’d foolishly thought I could handle myself here, stupidly thought I would go unnoticed. I could very well die tonight, and no one would be the wiser. This place truly is a portal to another dimension, another world. Again, this was my world, so the fact that this information actually shocked me made me feel foolish and ignorant.
“I think you should come with me.”
The haze that had filled my brain slowly cleared, and I blinked rapidly. I whispered, “Why would I do that?” I wished I could sound stronger, but arousal was a slow burn inside of me that would not be appeased by mere conversation.
He slowly leaned toward me, his breath tickling my skin, sweet and smelling from the alcohol he had just drunk. We stared at each other for a moment, his mouth slowly widening to reveal long, sharp fangs.
“The only reason you’re still standing and not a blood donor is because I forbid it. I could easily take the command away, and everyone in this room would be on you before you could inhale. For your safety, you need to come with me, or stay here and meet their wrath.” He threw his arm toward the crowd. A buzz of conversation filled the room, and more than once I heard the word “human” and “blood” in the same sentence. I knew he spoke the truth, knew that every paranormal creature, despite what folklore said, lived off of blood, human blood.
I knew nothing of this man, this vampire, but he was clearly someone of power. I knew that, for whatever reason, he was keeping me safe. I could feel the warmth from his body seep into mine, and instantly my nipples throbbed, stiffened, and elongated. I inhaled deeply, his very essence slipping into my lungs and traveling through my bloodstream.
I watched his pupils dilate, heard his breathing change from slow and steady to fast and shallow. Oh, yes, he was just as affected as I was. I didn’t know much, but what I did know was that I wanted this man, wanted him with a ferociousness that rivaled anything I had ever felt.
I nodded despite the twinge of uncertainty that flowed through me. He straightened, leading me toward a small door off to the side. I followed him through it, the lighting almost nonexistent as we made our way down a narrow hallway. He pushed open another door, and I blindly followed him in. I jumped slightly when the door shut on its own accord behind me. My mind and body suddenly went into shock when I took in the room I was standing in.
I wasn’t an expert in kinky stuff, but the room I was currently in looked like a showroom for BDSM. Ropes, chains, swings, and an array of other paraphernalia that I couldn’t even identify littered the walls, ceilings, even the floor.
“Welcome to the oubliette. While here, you will do what I say, when I say. You may refer to me as Master, or Erach. Is what I’m saying clear?”
I stared at him in dawning horror and, I’ll admit, a bit of fascination. This man—vampire—actually expected me to just submit to him? I would have laughed like a lunatic if the intense, unyielding expression on his face hadn’t dried up any humor I might have felt.
He was serious, utterly and totally.
“I’m sorry?” Of course I had heard everything he said, but the fact remained that this was starting to turn from a naughty fantasy to a horrid nightmare. Sure, I had thought about what a little BDSM would feel like. Had even imagined what it would be like to submit to a powerful man as he pleasured my body the way he saw fit. But that was all those were: fantasies, thoughts.
“The first rule is you do not question me. The second rule is you obey me. If you break said rules, you will be punished as I see fit. Do you understand what I have just said?”
I shook my head and looked around frantically. No way did he think I would actually go along with this. He truly was a madman, a monster. “No. I think it’s best that I leave.”
His laugh was humorless as he shucked off his jacket and went
“I think you should come with me.”
The haze that had filled my brain slowly cleared, and I blinked rapidly. I whispered, “Why would I do that?” I wished I could sound stronger, but arousal was a slow burn inside of me that would not be appeased by mere conversation.
He slowly leaned toward me, his breath tickling my skin, sweet and smelling from the alcohol he had just drunk. We stared at each other for a moment, his mouth slowly widening to reveal long, sharp fangs.
“The only reason you’re still standing and not a blood donor is because I forbid it. I could easily take the command away, and everyone in this room would be on you before you could inhale. For your safety, you need to come with me, or stay here and meet their wrath.” He threw his arm toward the crowd. A buzz of conversation filled the room, and more than once I heard the word “human” and “blood” in the same sentence. I knew he spoke the truth, knew that every paranormal creature, despite what folklore said, lived off of blood, human blood.
I knew nothing of this man, this vampire, but he was clearly someone of power. I knew that, for whatever reason, he was keeping me safe. I could feel the warmth from his body seep into mine, and instantly my nipples throbbed, stiffened, and elongated. I inhaled deeply, his very essence slipping into my lungs and traveling through my bloodstream.
I watched his pupils dilate, heard his breathing change from slow and steady to fast and shallow. Oh, yes, he was just as affected as I was. I didn’t know much, but what I did know was that I wanted this man, wanted him with a ferociousness that rivaled anything I had ever felt.
I nodded despite the twinge of uncertainty that flowed through me. He straightened, leading me toward a small door off to the side. I followed him through it, the lighting almost nonexistent as we made our way down a narrow hallway. He pushed open another door, and I blindly followed him in. I jumped slightly when the door shut on its own accord behind me. My mind and body suddenly went into shock when I took in the room I was standing in.
I wasn’t an expert in kinky stuff, but the room I was currently in looked like a showroom for BDSM. Ropes, chains, swings, and an array of other paraphernalia that I couldn’t even identify littered the walls, ceilings, even the floor.
“Welcome to the oubliette. While here, you will do what I say, when I say. You may refer to me as Master, or Erach. Is what I’m saying clear?”
I stared at him in dawning horror and, I’ll admit, a bit of fascination. This man—vampire—actually expected me to just submit to him? I would have laughed like a lunatic if the intense, unyielding expression on his face hadn’t dried up any humor I might have felt.
He was serious, utterly and totally.
“I’m sorry?” Of course I had heard everything he said, but the fact remained that this was starting to turn from a naughty fantasy to a horrid nightmare. Sure, I had thought about what a little BDSM would feel like. Had even imagined what it would be like to submit to a powerful man as he pleasured my body the way he saw fit. But that was all those were: fantasies, thoughts.
“The first rule is you do not question me. The second rule is you obey me. If you break said rules, you will be punished as I see fit. Do you understand what I have just said?”
I shook my head and looked around frantically. No way did he think I would actually go along with this. He truly was a madman, a monster. “No. I think it’s best that I leave.”
His laugh was humorless as he shucked off his jacket and went
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