by Zoey Marcel
The place was hopping and Claire was kept busy serving drinks. The black martinis, green-apple martinis, Bloody Marys and Corpse Revivers seemed to be especially popular choices tonight in light of the holiday. The nonalcoholic preference seemed to be apple cider.
Claire watched the couples dancing and socializing to haunting music and plenty of Marilyn Manson, which she found difficult to resist rocking out to.
The crowd dwindled the closer it drew to closing time. There was about an hour left and the remaining people were individuals she knew by name. Only members had been allowed to come in tonight since this was a weeknight.
Currently Hilary, the witch who was actually dressed as a slutty version of one, was on stage with her two subs, Cameron and Callie. Cameron had dressed as a rock star but was now stripped naked with his wrists chained above his head and a cock ring on. Callie had dressed as a sexy, black kitty, but she too, had been disrobed and chained with her arms over head. She still wore her black cat ears, but the tail was now pinned to her black, flowered waist cinch.
Hilary slipped an egg-shaped vibrator into Callie’s pussy and punished both her subs with a riding crop. They cried out in pain and moaned when their genitals brushed against each other each time Hilary struck them. She had them chained facing each other, close enough to lust after but not enough to alleviate the tension with penetration. They wailed with apparent pleasure when she clicked a remote and her subs jolted and gaped from what Claire guessed was the vibrating sex toys she had decorated them with.
Claire watched, burning with lust over the provocative display before her. Her cunt dampened when she recalled the way Nex had tied her up earlier and had his way with her. She would never forget that powerful, raunchy memory. Nor could she forget the way Joaquin had looked at her. She had to talk to him, but oh how she dreaded the idea of doing so when he seemed so displeased with her conduct.
She noticed Chanel Carmichael, the one some called the town bitch, walking by. Claire had never seen her here before and didn’t think she was a member. Chanel wore no costume, merely her street clothes, as she strutted toward the table where Sheriff Ben Easton sat playing poker with Brad Taylor and his younger brother, Dawson. Their youngest brother, Cory sat on a barstool, polishing off his green-apple martini.
Chanel stood behind the sheriff with her hands on her hips, tapping her foot impatiently. “Shithead Ben.”
Ben looked annoyed but kept playing with his back to her. “What are you doing here, Chanel?”
“I’ve come to kick your stubborn ass.”
Brad smirked at this and Ben managed a slight snicker.
“Don’t you smirk at me, Brad Taylor,” Chanel snapped. “This doesn’t concern you.”
“Then why are you bringing me into it?” His brown eyes laughed at her and he gave her a devilish grin.
Claire detected sexual arousal coming from Chanel when she looked at Brad, but the woman merely shot him an irritated glance before stepping around to the side so the sheriff could see her better.
“You couldn’t kick my ass on your best day,” Ben taunted her, still not looking at her, “although you need someone to beat yours desperately.”
“It would take a strong man to hold her down and give her what she needs,” Brad said, eyes barely leaving Chanel.
Her expression turned cocky. “No man can tame me.”
His eyes flared with lust. “Oh, I wouldn’t be too sure about that. You just need a few good men who know what they’re doing.”
“Brad, don’t be a pig.” She turned to the sheriff. “What’s going on, Ben? Why won’t you give my sister a divorce?”
“That’s really none of your business.”
“She’s getting married, you asshole. And you’re stuck in the past. You have no right.”
“I have every right to stay married to my wife if I want to. Not that it concerns you.”
Cory Taylor sounded like he hyperventilated when he noticed Chanel over at the table with his brothers and the sheriff. “Oh my god, it’s Chanel. How do I look?”
“You look nice, but somehow I don’t think she’s here to get picked up,” Claire replied.
“She’ll figure it out.” He downed his drink and stood with confidence. “I’m gonna kiss her.”
She smiled. “I’m not sure that’s such a good idea. She looks mad right now.”
“Good. She looks hot when she’s angry and sassy. I’m gonna go swat her on the ass and give her a kiss she won’t forget.” Cory swaggered toward her.
Chanel groaned in frustration as she spoke to the sheriff. “Ugh! She doesn’t want to be with you, Ben. If she did, she would be here with you instead of in California with her fiancé. Why can’t you pull your head out of your ass and see that?”
“We got married in person, so why the hell should I give her the easy way out and give her a divorce over the phone and through the mail?” Ben retorted.
“If you don’t cooperate, she’s going to have to drive all the way here, and if that happens, she’s going to be extremely pissed off and her confrontation with you will make this one seem like a church picnic.”
Brad smirked. “I doubt that.”
Her eyes narrowed when they fell on him.
Ben finally looked at her. “Let her come. I’ll be waiting for her.”
Cory tiptoed up behind Chanel with a big, stupid grin on his boyish face. He slowly drew his hand back to swat her fanny.
“Cory, if you touch my ass, I’ll knock your head off,” Chanel threatened without looking at him.
He grinned sheepishly and lowered his eager palm. “Looking good, sugar.”
“Shut up.” She folded her arms and stared expectantly at her brother-in-law. “What do you think, Jill’s just going to show up and fall in love with you again? That she’s going to leave her rich fiancé and her thriving career to be your stupid housewife and baby factory? You retard, she’s smarter than that. She’s not going to let you ruin her life again and I don’t blame her. Who wants to be stuck in a small town with a loser sheriff all her life?”
Claire was appalled by Chanel’s careless remark and her heart went out to Ben. She could see in his eyes that he was still very much in love with his wife.
“Get out,” he quietly ordered, gazing down into the amber fluid in his shot glass.
Brad flew to his feet, looking pissed off as he took Chanel’s arm. “I ought to turn you over my knee for talking to a man like that, let alone your brother-in-law.”
She jerked away. “Get your fucking hands off of me!”
Joaquin approached the table, seeming agitated. “Chanel, what are you doing here? You’re not a member.”
“Your bouncer let me in.”
“Nex!”
Nex came over. “What?”
“Why did you let this woman in without a membership?”
“She said she had to come in to get Ben because there was a family emergency.”
Joaquin glowered at her. “I do not tolerate trespassers in my club, nor do I appreciate people lying to my bouncer.”
“Well, tough,” Chanel snorted, folding her arms.
“If you don’t get the hell out of my club right now, I’ll have Brad throw you out.”
Claire’s eyes bugged out of her head when she saw a purple, glittery, comet-looking light surge across the room and turn Chanel into a frog when it touched her. Everyone looked startled to see the amphibian croaking on the table. They all turned and looked over at the stage where Hilary, the witch, stood and shrugged.
“Thank you. She has a mouth on her,” Brad said.
Dawson Taylor smiled down at the frog. “Even as a frog she still looks good.”
Cory was beaming as he picked her up. “Oh my god, she’s so cute! We could keep her as a pet until she likes us and then Hilary can turn her back into a woman for us. It’s the perfect plan.”
Brad chuckled. “Somehow I don’t think so.”
Ben smiled. “I appreciate the offer, Hilary, and be
lieve me it’s a major improvement, but you have to turn her back.”
Hilary frowned. “I think we all like her better as a frog.”
Ben glanced over at her. “Hilary.”
“Very well. If you insist.”
“Aw, just leave her this way for a little while and then you can turn her back. We can take her home with us.” Cory sounded excited.
“Cory, that’s kidnapping,” Ben pointed out.
“Not if she’s a frog and we take real good care of her.”
“Cory.”
Cory rolled his eyes and looked over at Hilary. “All right, fine. Go ahead and turn her back.”
Hilary smiled. “I could, but wouldn’t you rather kiss her to turn her back into a woman?”
He grinned. “Hell, yes! Kissing her will bring her back?”
“Aye, but only if you’re the right person for her,” she said, glancing over at Brad and Dawson and winking at them, “or one of the right men for her.”
“Sweet. Everybody watch. I’m gonna kiss her.” Cory brought the frog in his palms up to his lips and squealed when she latched onto his lower lip as if attacking him in retribution.
Suddenly the frog turned back into Chanel and before she could pull away from Cory’s lips, he tipped her in his arms and French-kissed her. She shrieked in his mouth, pushing against him before he let her up.
“You sick little monkey!” She slapped him, but Claire could tell the kiss had wowed her. Chanel seemed to notice Dawson standing nearby. Her eyes warmed with emotion. “I like your boots, Dawson.”
He smiled, appearing touched. “Thanks. I like yours too.”
Joaquin looked at Brad and nodded toward the door as he walked away. “Get her out.”
Brad took an irritated Chanel by the arm and escorted her out of the club.
Cory shot an annoyed glance over at his brother. “Figures, I kiss her and you stand there like an oaf and you’re the one she acknowledges.”
Dawson smiled and patted him on the back. “Don’t feel too bad. I had to go through hell just to get her to talk to me again.”
* * * *
After the club had closed and Claire finished her chores, she became startled when she turned to see Joaquin standing there. She hadn’t seen anyone watching her when she looked in the mirror behind the bar, though she’d felt eyes on her. He and Dakarai never cast a reflection in any mirrors since they were vampires.
Claire almost called him Joaquin and then Master but didn’t know which to use since after what he’d seen her do earlier, she didn’t know where she stood with him.
Say something, her mind urged. She was speechless and he didn’t show any signs of opening his mouth either. He merely stared her down for a long, hard moment.
“When you’ve finished your chores go upstairs to my personal dungeon and wait for me.” He left the room without another word.
It made her nervous that he called it a dungeon this time instead of a playroom, but either way she loved that place. Most of her training as his slave had taken place in that room.
Claire washed her hands and went up there to wait for him, wondering what was in store for her. It seemed like forever before Joaquin finally came up, still dressed in black leather. He had a ruler with him. Did he plan to measure something?
“Bend over that table,” he ordered coldly.
Claire swallowed nervously and obeyed. She had a good idea what that ruler was for now. Like a naughty schoolgirl, he would spank her with a ruler for misbehaving. She placed her hands on the table and leaned over it, her breath catching when he lifted the hem of her miniskirt up over her bum. There was a long moment of silence and she had a feeling he was admiring the black lace thong she wore. He caressed her butt cheek in appreciation before removing his hand and slapping her fanny with the ruler. She shrieked at the hot flash of pain blooming on her buttock.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered feebly.
“You will remain silent,” Joaquin said icily.
“Yes, Master.” Claire cried out in agony when he struck her right cheek much harder than he had the left one. She wondered if the fact that she continued to call him Master while defying him behind his back had something to do with it.
The lace titillated her sensitized skin as he slowly brought the thong down her rump and thighs.
“Why aren’t you wearing your butt plug?”
She cringed inside, remembering that she’d taken it out yesterday morning before going to sleep. “I meant to put it back in, but I forgot.”
He answered her with two hot, fierce strikes, one on each ass cheek. Her shrill yelp scared her, as did his distant silence.
“What else have you forgotten to obey me on?”
“I forgot to call you Master.” Her outcry of suffering filled the room when he spanked each bun once more. It hurt worse than being spanked by hand. That was erotic. This was definitely a punishment, though she might have enjoyed it if he wasn’t so put out with her right now.
“What about this morning when I asked you about Rochelle? Did you answer your Master like a good slave?”
“No, Master.” Claire lurched forward, gasping wildly at the shock wave of intense pain that came over her when he struck her ass twice more. Her booty felt like it was on fire.
“Step out of your panties and set them on the table.”
She obeyed, apprehensive of another spanking and watched him walk over to a big armchair and sit.
“Take off your blouse and bra. Then get down on your knees in front of me.”
She did as he commanded, nipples coming to firm, aroused points over the way his eyes fondled her breasts when she bared them to him. She knelt before him, stifling a tiny mew of pain over having her abused butt squished by her legs as she sat on her knees.
“Hold your breasts together and rest them on my lap as though you’re offering them to me.”
Claire became turned on by his demands, but it scared her when he raised the ruler and told her to keep her fingers back while she held her breasts for him. She wanted to run screaming with everything in her, but if this penalty led to him forgiving her then it was worth it. She shrieked with suffering at the swift whack on her boob.
“What part of ‘don’t fuck anyone during the next few weeks without my permission’ did you not understand?” Joaquin sassed her.
Her eyes stung and she couldn’t look at him. “I’m sorry.”
She screamed lightly when he slapped her other tit with the ruler. Thankfully he only used the weapon on the upper portion of her breasts, avoiding her nipples and collarbone completely.
“I don’t want your apology. I want an explanation.”
“I don’t know why.” She tensed and whimpered at the hellish slap that landed on her boob in response to her unsatisfactory answer.
“So you just fuck whoever you’re with like a little tramp, is that it?”
“No. I’m not a tramp.” Her eyes welled. Insults got her off during sex, but to hear one in rebuke while being punished reminded her of Rochelle’s incessant disparaging of her. Now this vampire called her a tramp. Perhaps they were right.
“Then how do you explain your defiance?” he demanded.
“It was a mistake. Nex looked so good and I hadn’t had sex in a week. I’m sorry.” Claire screamed when he smacked her globe again. Hot, fiery anguish flared in the area, bombarding her with misery.
“So if whoever you’re with doesn’t fool around with you for a few days, you look for it elsewhere?”
“No! It’s just I’m a succubus.” A cry tore from her throat when he slapped her boob hard with the ruler for that one. She lost her breath when she saw the purple marks forming on her breast tissue.
Joaquin jerked her chin up to meet his gaze. “I’m a vampire. Do you not think that I have needs too? Every time I look at you it’s like a bottle of whiskey sitting in front of an alcoholic. Your intoxicating scent and the mere sight of you have me insane with thirst. At times I just want to throw you dow
n on the ground and drain the blood out of your body. I want to feel you writhing in pleasure beneath me and hear you gasping for air as I take the light from your eyes and plunge you into eternal darkness. But I don’t because I know how badly it would hurt you. So don’t you dare tell me you can’t control your urges. I do it every fucking day and night of my life.”
Claire sniffled, gaping at his speech. She didn’t know what to say to that. “Is that why you hold back with me?”
He swam in her deep gaze and released her chin, not saying anything.
She dared to let go of her tits and run her palms up his thighs, noting with satisfaction that he had a hard-on under his leather pants. “I don’t want you to hold back with me.”
“And I don’t want you to disobey me, but we can’t always have what we want.”
“I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.”
“It won’t, because you’re going to leave with Nex.”
Her jaw dropped.
“It’s what you want.”
“But it’s not. I want to stay here with all of you.” She caught herself.
Something flickered behind his steel-gray eyes. “I can’t have a slave who refuses to obey me. I need your submission regardless of whether I tell you to fuck all three of us or to abstain from sex.”
“I will. I promise.”
“You said that before.”
“I mean it this time. I did before, but I’m absolutely serious now. I don’t want to lose this.” She really needed to quit revealing her desire to make a permanent home with them. This was only temporary and she must remember that. “It’s only for a few more weeks. Surely you can stand to be around me for a little bit longer.”
Joaquin eyed her quietly and she wished she knew what he was thinking. “Where will you go when I’m through with you?”
Her heart despaired over his words. She wished he cared about her as much as she did him. They could move mountains with that kind of romance. Her head lowered, trying to conceal her eyes, which were starting to mist again. “I don’t know.”
