by Jan Springer
Wet Heat
Jan Springer
Vampira, Book Three
Tormented and abused.
As a Blood Slave, Mati Smith craved freedom. After escaping her owners and near death, she was nursed back to health by two sexy Italian male vamps. Realizing she’d fallen in love with them and put their lives in peril, she disappeared into the human world, creating the powerful coven Vampira, where females on the run seek sanctuary and sex with males is forbidden.
Dangerous cravings.
When Mati’s two lovers reconnect their mind link, she craves physical sex like never before. She seeks relief at Vamp’s Bordella, where, under the seductive hands of two pleasure males, she defies Vampira and finds searing satisfaction.
Mind seduction.
Giovanni and Paolo have lured Mati to the bordella in order to claim her. Will she disappear again when she realizes she’s been tricked? Or will she finally submit to the scorching desires the three share? If Gio and Paolo get their way, their long-lost love will be theirs forever.
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Edited by Shannon Combs
Cover art by Dar Albert
Electronic book publication June 2011
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Wet Heat
Jan Springer
Chapter One
Vamp’s Bordella
Maine, U.S.
“Undress and climb onto the bed. Put on this blindfold, lie facedown and drape yourself with the sheet provided. The males will be with you shortly.”
The males will be with you shortly. Mati Smith shivered and felt the stirrings of her fangs threatening to unsheathe. She dare not gaze down at the lush pink blindfold the female attendant placed on the silky black sheets. Dare not lose her self-control. At least not yet.
Oh vampire gods! She was really going through with this. She had come here, to Vamp’s Bordella, a pleasure house nestled deep in the Maine woods, hidden by a vampire-induced mind veil. Outwardly, humans and the uninvited saw only wilderness. Invitees, on the other hand, were welcomed by a gorgeous two-story red-brick building. It was a place where male vampires pleasured females. A safe place where she could act out those naughty fantasies her two psychic vamp lovers entertained her with through the mind link the three of them shared. Italian lovers she could never be with again because it was much too dangerous. Her owners, the Blood Slavers, still hunted her, and she knew they would kill the males she loved in order to get to her. That threat had kept them apart for over a century.
“Please, remember. No biting or feeding on your part is allowed. Those are the rules we specified,” said the attendant.
Disappointment shot through Mati like a meat cleaver. She nodded and smiled tightly. Many decades ago she’d enjoyed biting and nourishing herself while having sex. But she certainly understood the rule of the bordella. With males pleasuring so many females in one day, they would be too weak if they allowed each female to feed from them.
“Enjoy.” The attendant smiled with a warmth that almost unraveled Mati’s restraint. The female was very young and smelled of sex. Tall, slender and gorgeous with bright-blue eager eyes and long, straight black hair that reached her midback, she reminded Mati of herself in her younger years. Years filled with pain and an intense craving for freedom.
Unpleasant memories of being bound and chained rose up inside her. Of being used by vampires who preferred to dine on female vamps instead of humans. And she’d been owned by an endless array of males. Owned and used.
“Your first time here?” the attendant interjected as she hesitated by the door, watching Mati curiously.
“Yes.” And most definitely her last. She should not have come here. Should not be breaking her number one rule of no sex with males. But she’d had little choice. Weeks ago she’d awoken one morning with this overwhelming urge to come here and experience physical sex with males. She’d heard of this place but had never seriously considered it. Until recently. She’d fought the urges for as long as she could. Finally she’d given in, knowing she would drive herself insane if she didn’t follow through on her experiment.
“You’ll be fine,” the attendant reassured.
Was her nervousness that obvious?
“I will let them know you will be ready in a few minutes.”
Mati nodded and the attendant quietly closed the door behind her, allowing Mati to breathe a sigh of relief and inspect her surroundings more closely. It was a pleasantly decorated room. Two walls were mirrored and a white concrete and tile fireplace took up the far wall. In the hearth, a warm gas fire burned, its orange flames bringing a spark of cheer to her unusual nervousness. From the ceiling hung a white chandelier, the small, quaint buttery lights dimmed to a very low setting and a couple of white rugs canvassed the honey-colored pine floor.
In the middle of the room stood the one massage bed. Large posts adorned each corner and Marti’s breath caught as she spied the silver eyelets in various areas along the posts. Eyelets that held black leather straps to restrain her body while the males took turns with her.
She needed a whole lot of pleasing. In her high-stress job as CEO of her own import-export company, she did a lot of ass kissing to the fickle humans. Now, she wanted hers kissed. Literally.
And penetrated. Just like in those naughty fantasies her two psychic vamps entertained her with. She knew the only reason they had recently reestablished their mind link after decades of silence. Knew of their plans of seduction. But they wouldn’t get her to submit to them in the real world because she would alleviate her physical sexual frustrations here with these males. Total strangers. She blew out a tense breath and set about getting undressed.
Knowing tonight, after work, would be the playtime she’d been craving for more than a century, she hadn’t bothered going home to change. She’d brought her clothes to her office, showered in her office shower and come straight here.
She hadn’t nourished herself tonight either. To hell with supper. She wasn’t in the mood for synthetic blood. She’d been too twisted with anticipation to eat. A cock stuffed in her mouth would be tonight’s dinner. At least she hoped that would be allowed.
She smiled at that thought and caught her profile in the mirrored walls. Most likely two-way mirrors. Were they watching her undress? Stroking themselves? Arousing themselves?
Mati swallowed, trying to moisten her dry throat. She’d ordered two vamps to pleasure her. She’d paid for their best and she’d paid handsomely. She could o
nly hope her secret wouldn’t get out to the other female members of her clan, Vampira. After all, she’d created the group. Created the no-sex-with-males rule, because she wanted her members to be as independent as possible from all male influences.
Yet here she was. In this bordella. About to break her top rule.
Oh vampire gods, please forgive me.
She stared at one of the full-length mirrors. Stared at her reflection. Times like this she wished human legend about vampires not seeing themselves in mirrors were true. Then at least she wouldn’t be able to see how plain she looked. How pinched and tight her lips appeared. How severe her black hair looked pulled back into a tight knot.
Despite her criticism about her hair and mouth and lack of makeup, she still did look passable. Plain yet still possibly attractive?
Removing her clothing and shoes, she observed herself in the mirror, running her hands slowly over her breasts. They felt smooth and curvy and heavy as she lifted them. They were still in great shape, considering her age. Full and pert. Her nipples nicely red and plump.
She smoothed her palms past her breasts down to her belly. Due to her exercise regime, her tummy was relatively flat and as she ran her fingers tenderly along her outer thighs, she felt strong muscles. Yes, her thighs were adequately toned.
Letting one hand drop between her thighs, she brushed past her swollen pussy lips and touched the opening of her vagina. Nicely moist already. Lately, she’d been wet all the time here. Always ready for a male to enter her.
She found herself inhaling sharply at that thought, feeling a little upbeat as she smiled at herself. As a matter of fact, she still looked pretty good. Perhaps after all this time without sex, she might still remember how to participate too?
Sitting on the massage table, she eyed the pink blindfold her attendant had told her to put on. She’d been blindfolded that last night with her two Italian vampires. With Gio and Paolo. It had been a beautiful night, as they lay tangled in each other’s arms beneath the golden Italian moon. The night had been drenched in steaming hot sex amidst the grapevines of the orchards. A night of gorgeous orgasms and tender, passionate lovemaking.
She wanted to relive that time. Wanted to relive the fantasies her two vampire lovers and she had shared off and on over the century since she’d left them. With the mind connection active again, she’d been physically craving them like never before.
It was why she’d come here to the bordella. To experience her fantasies with strangers in an environment where she wouldn’t be able to lose her heart. Taking a deep, resigned breath, she pulled on her blindfold and lay facedown on the massage bed, angling her face between the opening there. Reaching up behind her she pulled the silky black sheets up to her waist. Letting her arms dangle over the sides of the bed, she tried to relax.
Yes, here, she could be safe with her intimate fantasies.
* * * * *
Paul observed his twin brother, John, as he twisted the corkscrew into the opening of the green bottle and eagerly watched the cork slide upward. The wine came directly from the secret cellar they’d built deep beneath their Italian villa. The drink had been bottled in 1898 and they’d waited a long time to pop it for a special occasion. Although he’d never sampled this particular batch from their winery, he knew it would be the tastiest red wine their orchards had ever produced because it was made by the loving hands of a special female vamp who’d stayed with them for one love-filled autumn.
Now, as his brother and he sat in a dark room and watched the gorgeous black-haired vamp undress, they knew their special occasion had come. They had finally found her. Found their illusive Matilda. She was here. In the flesh. And she would soon be theirs in every way.
He jolted as without warning the cork popped in a frenzied fizzle and immediately the sweet smell of wine captured the room. White foam frothed from the opening and they both cursed softly as Paul quickly placed the wineglasses to capture every essence.
“As they say in America, cheers!” Paul whispered to his brother and handed him a full glass.
“Cheers.” John winked as they clinked their glasses together and watched Matilda cover herself with the black silk sheets. From here on out they would speak only English. It was part of their plan to conceal their identities from the vampire world and gain human identities so they could be with the female they loved.
Grinning at each other, they raised their boot-shaped wineglasses and proceeded to celebrate their victory of finally finding the luscious female vamp who’d been evading them for over a century.
* * * * *
Mati inhaled the succulent scent of the ciclamini mimosa flowers as it drifted in erotic waves past her nostrils. The aromatic odor had to be coming from the fireplace. A scented fireplace? How charming.
She hadn’t smelled this scent since her days with her two vampire lovers in Italy. And she hadn’t felt this peaceful since her time with Paolo and Gio.
Because of her blindfold everything looked black. But in her mind she could clearly make out the dark-gray Italian brick villa with the ten-foot walls surrounding a lush green yard riddled with grapevines and robust red grapes hanging past the green foliage. She could clearly see the black iron gate where she’d collapsed from exhaustion after escaping the Blood Slaver torturers that last time.
That was where her vamps found her. Before their gates. A pitiful heap of female, they’d said. They thought she was dead and were quite surprised to discover she was alive, or as alive as a vampire could be who’d suffered brutality at the hands of vicious males for too many years.
Yes, she’d survived. Thrived with the black-haired, brown-eyed Italian studs, Gio and Paolo. Loved them. Enjoyed the luscious pleasure their well-toned bodies gave so freely. She’d left them. Wanted them back.
But she only allowed herself to dream with them through their mind link. She dare not let them know where they could find her. Didn’t know if she ever would. Too many years had passed. Danger aside, she was set in her ways now. They probably were too, but in the erotic dreams they shared, she could forget the risks. Could dive into the hot wild sex. The frenzied feedings.
Mati moaned at the memories of being sandwiched between their rock-hard bodies. Their strong hands holding her hips steady as they thrust into her. As she remembered the heated sounds of their groans and her gasps while they pumped harder and harder, her pussy creamed and her ass throbbed with a magnificent need to be physically double-penetrated. This craving had been her constant companion since they had reopened their mind link several months ago.
Mati tensed as she heard approaching footsteps. First one set. Followed by a second set. She heard something else. The sound of wheels as if they pushed a cart. They strolled confidently down the hallway toward her room. And they smelled so good. Like the flowery scent from the fireplace. As if perhaps they’d even bathed in the scent.
Her pulses quickened. Oh sweet vampire. They were coming. She didn’t know how she knew these males were coming for her. Call it instinct, but she just knew. She held her breath as they paused outside her door. Then the door to her room clicked open. The footsteps entered. The scent of flowers grew more powerful and swept her away in an array of memories that bombarded her.
Tender, strong hands holding her head steady, while a succulent cock pistoned in and out of her mouth. Another cock plunging into her pussy. Guttural groans of satisfaction. Her moans and whimpers as she neared climax.
“Good evening,” said a male. His voice possessed such a deep timbre that it melted over her senses like liquid fire, making all her nerve endings snap to attention. To her puzzlement, he sounded familiar, as if she should know this person…but there was a mechanical edge to the voice, which prevented her from grabbing hold to whom he should remind her of.
“How are you feeling, tonight? Excited?” he asked softly.
The vampire spoke with an accent. Not too heavy. Definitely Italian. Ah, yes. That was what she must be picking up on. She had requested vamps who s
poke in Italian accents. She must commend Vamp’s Bordella for following her orders.
“Yes, excited.” To her surprise her voice sounded squeaky and meek. She never sounded like this. She cleared her throat, gathered her courage and forced herself to speak in her cool demanding tone. After all, this was merely a business transaction.
“It’s been a hard week and I’m looking for a good release,” she replied. There, her voice sounded almost back to her normal serious self.
“Just good?” the vamp asked. She detected a teasing lilt to his words.
Okay, she could elaborate. “I’m looking for extreme satisfaction,” she admitted.
A brief silence followed and for a split second she swore both vamps had inhaled sharply, as if they, too, were as eager as she. But that couldn’t be possible. They serviced females all the time and she was here for the first time. They were used to this. She certainly wasn’t. No comparison.
The second male spoke. “Satisfaction is guaranteed.”
Oh my, that voice sent shivers zipping through her like she hadn’t experienced in quite some time. This one also had an accent. Definitely Italian, but also masked by a mechanical edge like the other male’s voice.
“I am John and your other servant is Paul,” John said.
“Pleased to meet you both.”
“The pleasure is most definitely ours,” Paul replied. Again she noticed the excitement lacing the voice along with that peculiar mechanical edge. Interesting. Perhaps they just wished to conceal their voices? But why? Or perhaps they wore devices that gave them the Italian accents? With modern-day technologies, everything seemed possible.
“Would you care for a drink, bellissima?” John asked. “We’ve an assortment of beverages. Human as well as Vampirian. The vamp drinks of course contain the main ingredient of blood. Or if you prefer, we have an exquisite Italian red wine blend, directly from Venice, Italy. Made for humans.”
