by Ann Jacobs
“Watch? My darling, you will be the star of tonight’s vampire scene…” Alina threaded the full length of the sound through his flesh until he sighed with pleasure. When the rosebud tip hit his prostate, she worked the thick ring through his piercing then inserted the anal plug. She bent and licked off the salty essence that pooled around the sound’s rounded cap then stood and pulled him to her side. He didn’t need to know just yet that he’d be the Dominant to her submissive, or that tonight and forever she’d promise him her eternal surrender.
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You’ll be the star of tonight’s vampire scene. Sam couldn’t help wondering what Alina meant, but he wouldn’t torture himself by imagining what she might have had in mind. No longer self-conscious as he’d been at first about partying stark naked with the others of the clan, he mingled easily with the others, stopping now and then to stroke a particularly tempting belly, a golden fall of female hair.
Like the submissive males of the clan, Sam wore the sound and retaining ring with pride. With love for Alina, gratitude that she’d snatched him from mortal death into her erotic, sensual world. He’d thought to shave his head as a further sign of his submission, but she’d said no, she didn’t want him to look like the other submissive males because in private he was her Master. Besides, she liked the bristly feel of his closely cropped curls on her pussy, her nipples…every inch of skin he could reach.
Even though he’d often thought having a lover caress his bare scalp would have to feel incredibly erotic, Sam had settled for having her caress the smooth-shaven strip at the back of his neck, where he had the barber keep his hairline raised. His ring swayed when he moved, sending auditory waves that kept him as painfully aroused as the others who wore the accouterment of vampire slavery.
When he noticed the cut crystal bowls of condoms his mother-in-law had placed strategically around the room, he laughed out loud. The woman had ranted for weeks after the last orgy because several guests had dripped semen on her priceless Oriental rugs, and this generosity with the latex barriers had to have been her solution to potential housekeeping problems. After all, she must have realized her guests had no place to carry their own protection since nudity was the dress code for d’Argent orgies. As Sam crossed the room, he glanced down at his cock. No way would he be coming on Mother’s rug, not as long as he had the sound locked firmly inside his genitals. Not that a condom would have fit over the ring, and there was no way he could remove it until Alina unlocked the captive bead.
Alina. He loved her more each day, gave secret thanks each night that she’d brought him into her life…her world. Like the queen she was, she sat on a raised dais, her female musk perfuming the room as one by one her subjects slid beneath her fucking chair and licked her wet, fragrant cunt. Marisa sat in a similar chair, her body incredibly alluring now that her pregnancy was showing, while Alex fucked her ass and Claude sucked her clit.
What would have seemed unheard of in New Orleans outside the observation rooms at Club de la soumission seemed perfectly acceptable in this world where there was no room for inhibitions or mortal social rules to stifle freedom of sexual expression. When a d’Argent vampire he’d met bent and presented Sam his ass, Sam didn’t hesitate to fill it.
Who’d have ever thought Sam Quill would fuck another male? Enjoying the freedom and the sensation of tight anal rings gripping his flesh, Sam pumped into his partner’s ass, steadying himself by grasping and spreading the young vampire’s muscular buttocks. First slow then fast, Sam accelerated the pace, going deeper with each thrust until he was buried to the balls. His partner shuddered and spurted his semen into the condom Sam had noticed he donned before making his proposition. Focusing his gaze on Alex’s sister taking one cock in her cunt, the other in her ass, he considered inviting himself to fill her only vacant hole.
Before he could get to the girl, Alex approached him. “Mind sharing my cousin with me just this once, before Claude sends me off on yet another hunt for Louis Reynard?”
Sam did. There was still the streak of mortal possessiveness in him that wanted to destroy any vampire who touched his mistress. But he’d arranged ménage scenes to please past lovers, lent out his submissive of the moment to other Doms. How was this loving, no-holds-barred sex that much different? “Come on. I think I’ve watched enough of her subjects pay homage.” Like a good slave Sam prostrated himself before Alina then rolled over and slid beneath her well-licked pussy. He rubbed the top of his head over her wet slit, enjoyed feeling her squirm. Oh god. Alex had come up onto the dais behind him, grabbed Sam’s cock, held it steady as he rotated the ring he wore.
As hard as he was, the motion inside his cock was pure torture. Sam changed the angle of his head, ringed Alina’s tempting ass with his tongue. Please. Please mistress, take it out. Let me come in your mouth…your cunt… Here. With his fangs extended, he bit her puckered rosebud, not hard enough to hurt her but plenty hard enough to make her yelp.
I will. I gave Alex the tool to unfasten the ring. Finally he’d managed to communicate telepathically with her. Sam wanted…her. Only her. Not the dozens of other willing vampires ready to drain his pent-up semen.
It was always like this after she had him wear the jewelry. Desperation fueled by denial. Desire born of love for the beautiful vampire queen who’d given him back his life. Fear she wanted more than love, more than devotion…more than the Domination he craved to give her. She stood on the dais, her pale gold hair surrounding her like a cloud. Her nipples were red—probably some abrasion from his hair gotten when she’d rubbed them against his bristly scalp before the orgy. Sam fantasized about piercing her there, running a thin gold chain between her nipple rings and one he’d thread through her clit. Or one he’d thread through a thick gold collar around her neck.
One like the collar that caught the sun’s waning light when Alex rolled the table it sat on to Alina. “Yours?” he asked Sam, a grin on his face.
Sam didn’t know. It looked too small. But if she wanted him to wear it, he would. What was it but another public symbol of her Dominance. “If my mistress commands it,” he said, kneeling before her and baring his throat.
“Stand up, my darling. I have an announcement…one I believe is past due. Claude d’Argent may be hardly beyond childhood, but none of you can doubt his power or maturity. I’ve held the clan together for three quarters of a century. Now it’s time for Claude to take his rightful place.”
The revelers all gathered around Claude, bestowing vampire kisses, offering cunts and cocks and asses for his pleasure. All except Alina and Sam. They stood on the dais, facing each other, their gazes locked on the collar between them. “I’ve been a queen far too long. Now all I want is to be your beloved slave. Forever.”
Sam’s heartbeat accelerated, something that hadn’t happened often since the change. His cock reared up against his belly as he reached above her head. “Come here.” He couldn’t stand having that table between them for one more minute. “And hand me that collar.”
He bent and lifted her hair, finding and sipping from her jugular vein then soothing the faint marks with his tongue. As he worked the key in the decorative padlock, he read the inscription she’d had engraved for all to see: alina, loving and beloved slave of her vampire Master, Sam Quill. The snap of the padlock broke a charged silence, and cheering broke out in the room.
“Take her!”
“Fuck her now!”
Alex grinned. “Better do as they say, my friend.”
Alina dropped to her knees, worked the loosened ring from Sam’s piercing. “May I please service you?” she asked as she worked the sound from his body.
“Oh, yeah.” Incredibly, Sam’s cock grew thicker and longer after she’d freed him, arched her neck and taken him down her throat. “Suck me. But not too long. Tonight I’m gonna claim every hole. Every inch of you. Then I’m gonna bite right here and take me a vampire feast.” He crushed her hair in his fist, lifting it, freeing the nape of her neck for his attention.
“Just me. Someday soon I may want to share you, but for now you’re only mine.”
When he lifted her mouth off his cock, he bent and licked the spots of his lubrication off her lips then drew her to her feet. “Bend over the table and spread your legs.”
His hot cock seared her when he pressed it hard against her anal sphincter. “I—love—you,” he ground out as he inched his way inside that tight opening. He curled his long fingers around her breasts, cupping them. Drawing out every sweet, erotic notion she’d ever entertained. Making her want to crawl inside him, learn all the things he wanted from the perfect slave she swore she’d be.
The collar she wore was like him. Hard, sometimes a little heavy, always reminding her of his dynamic presence. His groan distracted her, made her tense as he slid out of her ass and into her wet, needy cunt. Two hard thrusts and he came, filling her with his love and, the gods willing, his child.
Never again would she have to pretend to rule her master, nor would he need to call her mistress. For now and always, Alina pledged eternal surrender.
About the Author
Ann Jacobs is a sucker for lusty Alpha heroes and happy endings, which makes Ellora’s Cave an ideal publisher for her work. Romantica®, to her, is the perfect combination of sex, sensuality, deep emotional involvement and lifelong commitment—the elusive fantasy women often dream about but seldom achieve.
First published in 1996, Jacobs has sold over forty books and novellas, some of which have earned awards including the Passionate Plume (best novella, 2006), the Desert Rose (best hot and spicy romance, 2004) and More Than Magic (best erotic romance, 2004). She has been a double finalist in separate categories of the EPPIES and From the Heart RWA Chapter’s contest. Three of her books have been translated and sold in several European countries.
A CPA and former hospital financial manager, Jacobs now writes full-time, with the help of Mr. Blue, the family cat who sometimes likes to perch on the back of her desk chair and lend his sage advice. He sometimes even contributes a few random letters when he decides he wants to try out the keyboard. She loves to hear from readers, and to put faces with names at signings and conventions.
Ann welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email address on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
Also by Ann Jacobs
A Gift of Gold
A Mutual Favor
Another Love
Awakenings
Black Gold: Dallas Heat
Black Gold: Firestorm
Black Gold: Forever Enslaved
Black Gold: Love Slave
Captured anthology
Colors of Love
Colors of Magic
D’Argent Honor 1: Vampire Justice
D’Argent Honor 2: Eternally His
Dark Side of the Moon
Enchained anthology
Gates of Hell
He Calls Her Jasmine
Lawyers In Love: Bittersweet Homecoming
Lawyers In Love: Gettin’ It On
Lawyers In Love: In His Own Defense
Love Magic
Mystic Visions anthology
Out of Bounds
Storm Warnings anthology
Tip of the Iceberg
Wrong Place, Wrong Time?
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