by Megan Hawke
"Hey, sweetheart," a man said from behind me, tapping me a little harder than polite. He was a very attractive mortal, well-dressed in suit and tie. But he was speaking down to me with a look of superior disdain. "Can I get a lap dance after him?"
I locked eyes with him, and then mesmerized him.
"Go home."
I turned and pushed him out of my mind. He would go home. I would've let him stay and have a good time with the other girls, but he pissed me off.
The stairwell up to the dungeon was another of those black painted, dimly lit passages that were so popular. Who thought walking up stairs you can barely see was sexy? Breaking your neck was not sexy or fun. At least these stairs were wide and deep. Nothing scarier than steep stairs while in stilettos.
The dungeon was far larger than anticipated. Indeed, it was even larger than the main room below, since it was the entire second floor. Everything was out in the open. They had both more and a greater variety of bondage play stations than The Crimson Knot. Two-thirds of them were occupied.
Sweet Hearts' dungeon was a different animal than the bondage club across the street. All subs were young women. No patrons went there to bind, punish, or sexually abuse men. The color scheme was black and purple.
The men all wore black. Mostly leather. There was a bit more color among the women, but black and red were the primary color choices in wardrobe. The women mostly paired pink, purple, yellow, or white with black in their leather and/or latex outfits.
It was a different atmosphere up in the dungeon. Downstairs the air was filled with need and desire. In the dungeon there was just as much need and desire, but it just underscored the raw sex in the air. We were definitely not in The Crimson Knot.
Just to the left of the stairs was a large St Andrews Cross, onto which was chained a beautiful dark-haired vampire babe. All she wore was a pair of black FMPs. Two blonde dominatrixes were whipping her brutally with cat-o-nines. One was concentrating on her breasts, the other her lower belly and upper thighs. She was writhing and gasping every time a whip crossed her shapely body, but screaming out in pleasure.
Dane couldn't even look that way.
There weren't many places for him to look. Everywhere a woman was bound up, someone was having sex with her or abusing her in some kinky manner. Sometimes more than one person was enjoying her body at once. I have to say, I was fascinated by his reaction, and loved my ability to tap into his inner turmoil. Part of him was aghast, but a deeper, baser part of him was terribly turned on. And Dane really did not want to be aroused by what he was witnessing.
"This is why The Crimson Knot has a rule against vampires," I whispered to him.
I spotted Philip right away. He was in the far corner, banging the bejesus out of some pretty little redhead. She was hogtied and ball-gagged, and didn't appear to me that she had any choice in the matter since she was mesmerized.
I marched across the room, and right up to Philip. He stopped thrusting into her when I stopped next to him. He looked at me like I was a rattle snake that fell in his lap.
"You are hurting her. Badly," I growled low. My fists were clenched and I couldn't breathe. "I should stake you right here."
"What are you doing here?" he said.
"There's another dead woman," I said. "Penny Degge was murdered Sunday night."
"Around six or seven in the morning," Dane said, joining us. "We're sure you can provide us with a good alibi, and a witness to your whereabouts at that time."
"And we'd like them right now," I said.
He looked from me to Dane and back. He was dumbstruck. I finally pushed him back a step, to get him out of that poor girl. Then I reached down and laid my hand over her nether regions. A second later she was good as new.
"You just healed her?" Dane said.
"Yes."
"How bad was she?"
"She had some internal bleeding after being sodomized," I said.
He looked at the bound girl, and then turned to regard Phil. I could feel his increasing tension and anger. Dane frowned, but I couldn't see his eyes through the dark glasses.
"Who is he?" Phil said, indicating Dane.
"My associate," I said. "He's helping me in the investigation."
I almost said Dane was a vampire slayer, but since every vampire in that dungeon could hear us, that probably wasn't a wise answer.
"What do you want?" Phil said.
"Proof that you didn't kill any of those girls from The Crimson Knot," I said. "I want ironclad alibis."
"I-I picked up a couple thralls at the Black Rose around three, and spent the rest of the evening with them back at a safe house over by White Rock Lake."
"Proof?" I said.
"Thralls. One night stand," he said. "How am I supposed to prove that?"
"Very convenient," Dane said.
Suddenly Dane's libido was in overdrive. Vampire pheromones saturated the air. Dane's and the girl's needs hit me a second later, sending my mind reeling. I knew Philip was doing it and stepped towards him, ready to fight.
With lightning speed Philip seized Dane's throat, pulled his protective dark glasses away, and mesmerized him a second later. Dane gasped, and went into sexual overdrive.
It was extremely hard to mesmerize a dhampir, but by having skin-on-skin contact Phil was able to break through Dane's natural defenses.
"You will have a heart attack on my command," Philip growled into his ear.
"No!" I cried.
Philip held up his hand. I froze.
"Your little friend will die, unless you obey my every command to the letter," Philip said. His fierce eyes bore into me. I swallowed to loosen my throat, and nodded. "Good. Now drop your guards, breathe deeply, and let the pheromones take you away."
"What?" I said.
"Do it, or lover boy dies."
I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and relaxed. As commanded. The pheromones in the air did a job on me. Philip was saturating the air, too, making it worse on my unholy libido. My body changed dramatically, preparing itself for sex.
"I'm a lover not a killer," Philip whispered harshly into my ear. His soft hand slid up my spine, burying his fingers deep in my hair. It felt so good I groaned. His other hand brushed the straps of my outfit off my shoulders, and then pulled them down to expose my breasts. "Leave me alone."
I felt as sexually overwhelmed, as vulnerable and helpless as when Antoinette or Roger used their power on me.
Philip kissed me. Open mouth, tongue deep inside kissing. It only took a few minutes of heavy kissing and heavy petting, and I was a goner. He helped me the rest of the way out of my leather teddy. A few minutes later I was pushed to my knees, and Dane stepped up. His penis was out and hard.
"Oh, yes," I said.
I grabbed Dane's erection, gave him a couple strokes, and then began licking from head to base and back again. Licking with gusto. Dane gasped and buried both hands deep in my hair when I started giving him intense head. When I felt he was close, I swallowed him all the way down and sucked with all I had until he ejaculated. Using my vampiric power to keep him hard and horny, I forced him to his back on the floor, and climbed atop him.
"Ooooooh, yes," I groaned, impaling myself upon his shaft.
Dane's hands were all over my breasts and butt as I slid up and down his cock. I fed him a nipple, and groaned wantonly while he sucked on it. Hard.
I don't know how long Dane and I went at each other but it was a quarter past six in the morning when I came to my senses. At that time I was bound spread eagle to the St. Andrews Cross by the stairs, while Dane was having his way with me. I think it was only the impending sunrise that broke the spell.
I caught Dane's eyes, and took hold of him.
"Unchain me. Now."
Dane didn't hesitate. Seconds later I was free and looking for my clothes.
"Get dressed," I snapped. I wasn't angry with him. Philip outwitted me. That was unacceptable. "We have to get out of her fast. The sun will be up soon."
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br /> We were outside by 7:30 AM. It was still quite dark. Rush hour traffic was thick on Harry Hines, and the nearby highways.
We didn't say anything until we reached our vehicles. Dane looked like he felt just as much of a failure as I did.
"Philip didn't help his case by that little trick," I said, swinging my leg over the motorcycle and settling into the cold, frost-covered seat. It actually felt kinda good.
"No he didn't," Dane said, cranking his engine and turning on the heat full blast. It would take a while before hot air started coming out. "But he still didn't say anything to make me think he killed them. He looked genuinely shocked to hear Penny was killed."
"So did Gustav."
"Yeah," Dane said, falling silent again.
"You want me to come home with you?" I said.
"No," he said. That surprised me. "I need sleep. Vampire sex wears me out. Sorry. Call me when you wake up, and we'll decide our next move."
"Okay," I said. "Do you think we just scared both Gustav and Philip away?"
"I don't have that impression," he said. "But maybe. If so, Morris will not be happy."
"Screw Morris," I said. "I'm more worried about Boss Trudeau."
"Oh," Dane said, eyes wide.
Chapter 10
I lay there in sweaty, rumpled sheets, face down and smiling blissfully. I was still clutching the sheets, my belly quivering wonderfully from that last climax.
"Still another hour before sunset," I said with a sex husky voice. "Mount back up, cowboy."
Kale was kneeling between my wide spread legs. He was huffing and puffing, covered in sweat. And he had a big shit eating grin on his face.
"I'm fixin to do just that, Sweet Thang," Kale said. His hands started to massage my butt cheeks. "Wait, I have a better idea. You mount me."
I slanted a look over my shoulder.
"You know I'm a helpless little girl while the sun is up," I said in a tiny, whispery voice. "Do me right."
"Are you ticklish?" Kale said, grabbing my sides.
"Yeeeeaaaaaaiiiiiiie!" I cried.
I squirmed and writhed, but he was good at that tickling thing. It ended like seven days later, with me panting and giggling while he loomed over me on all fours, kissing and nuzzling my boobs in the nicest way. Then he sat back on his legs and shook his erect cock at me.
"In the immortal words of one Sable Hart, mount up, Cowgirl," he said. "Okay, I paraphrased a little."
"I'm the vampire here. Shouldn't I be in charge or something?" I said, now on my back with my legs spread.
"Works for me, as long as you get your sweet round rump up here and slide down my pole," he said. He held up his hands, fingered all curled inward like they were killer talons. "Of course, if you prefer to be tickled into la-la land..."
My eyes widened just a tad as a shiver raced through my body. Maybe I wanted to get tickled again, but when he reached for me I changed my mind.
"Give a little girl a break," I said. "I'm coming."
He laughed. "You'll really be coming once I get you properly mounted. And what's with the little girl act. Aren't you a big bad vampire babe?"
I rolled up to my knees. "At night I'm a big, bad vampire." I leaned over and gave his cock head a kiss, and sent a jolt of vampiric power through him. Kale grunted, then groaned wantonly. Yeah, he liked that. "During the day I'm a precious little girl who needs her Big Daddy to protect her."
That made him swell up with pride and manly pleasure. Had to be careful with that one. If I did that to a vampire, I'd get an instant facial. Yeah, messy. But a mortal after hours of sex required a bit more effort to climax.
With my hands on his shoulders, I let him guide himself into me as I straddled his legs. Then I spent the next five minutes slowly, sensuously working my way down his shaft. It was great, but Kale was a typical man, and impatient. He grabbed my butt, lifted me up and pushed me down his shaft all the way.
"Uuggh," I groaned. "Naughty, naughty boy."
"You have the worse English accent I've ever heard."
"I've been told."
I rode Kale like a cowgirl should, me on top as he sat back on his legs. It only took me two minutes to climax, but since he hadn't come yet I kept going.
As I rode Kale, his neck started calling to me. I could hear the blood rushing through his body. Through his neck. My vampiric senses zeroed in on his jugular vein and carotid artery, mouth starting to water, hunger consuming me. It all came down to blood and sex for vampires.
"Time for both of us to get our reward," I growled through clenched teeth. Grabbing hair at the back of his head, I yanked his head to one side. I opened wide as my eyes locked on the spot I wanted. And I slowly sank my fangs into him. He groaned as I penetrated, driving straight into the carotid. Hot, invigorating blood rushed in spurts into my mouth. "Mmmmm."
There is nothing in the world better than human blood. Fresh, straight out of the artery blood. I instantly had a blood buzz going, feeling like a goddess. Goddess of Love.
Kale groaned wantonly, and I felt him coming inside me. That's all it ever really took to make my lovers come. No mortal could resist a vampire bite, and few vampires for that matter. And really, feeling my lovers coming was all it ever took to push me over the top, too.
My body erupted with pure, unadulterated pleasure. The intensity of undead orgasms was the best part of being a vampire. Almost made up for that whole eternally cursed soul thing. I may be wrong, but I would swear drinking human blood while climaxing makes it twice as intense.
I didn't drink much before I healed his fang wounds and pulled away. Kale usually stopped at that point, but he intensified his efforts instead. My unholy powers allowed me to keep him hard and aroused for hours untold, and he was taking full advantage of it.
No complaints here.
Desiree walked in while I was in the sexy throes of orgasm, gasping, belly quivering. She was all made up sexy, with heavy eye makeup and glossy red lips. All she wore was a fortune in sparkling diamond jewelry a rich friend with benefits of hers showered on her constantly. Oh yeah, she was wearing my newest pair of fire engine red fuck me pumps. I hadn't even worn them yet.
"I was getting ready for work, listening to you two having way too much fun in here," Desiree said. She caressed my hair and boobs, with a look of wonder on her beautiful face.
"You're working the night before Thanksgiving?" I said.
It was hard to concentrate on Desiree enough to speak while I was bouncing up and down his shaft, Kale doing an awesome job kissing, licking, and sucking on my boobs and nipples. Driving me mad.
I so wanted another bite.
"The boys need something to be thankful for," she said. She threw her arms wide, "Ta-da!"
Kale was getting excited. Okay, more aroused. Getting closer to climax. I started bouncing on his shaft harder, longer strokes. Rolling my hips, and making it the best I possibly could. He deserved another climax after taking care of me for over an hour. Watching my tits bounce roused Desiree's desire, too.
"You are so full of yourself," I groaned out. I might get another orgasm to out of my efforts to send Kale over the top. Must be that karma thing.
"I know, right?" Desiree said. She leaned over and kissed me long and deep. Open mouth, her lips sliding sensuously all over mine. We both groaned low in our throats, and Kale started ejaculating at that sight. He was such a pig, but I loved him. "Bite me."
"I'll bite you tomorrow," I said. Desiree was such a thrall. She lived to be bitten.
"My God, why must you torture me like this," Heidi said from the door. "I can't sleep with someone getting banged in the house. Especially Sable. So I'm back in my room all alone, masturbating while everyone else is having an orgy I wasn't invited to."
Heidi was also in full makeup and shiny black knee boots. She marched in, grabbed Kale's head and kissed him passionately.
"Do you sleep in full hair and makeup?" I asked.
"Yes," she said. She winked at Kale. "In case anyone eve
r wants to jump my bones during the day."
"You take Kale and I'll take Sable," Desiree said, and pulled me off Kale's penis.
My head landed on the pillow, and the top of my head smashed the headboard. Desiree said, "Oops," and giggled. She crawled up on the bed, straddled my hips and leaned over to fondle and kiss my boobs. A second later Heidi lay down beside me, Kale on top of her. Kale was sucking on her breasts hungrily.
"It's good to be a vampire sometimes," Heidi said. "Anyone who says different is still alive."
"And bitter," I said.
I fondled Desiree's hanging boobs while she started kissing her way up from my boobs. She licked my neck, over the jugular. It was a thrall way of saying they wanted to be bitten. Then she nibbled on my neck and ear, before claiming my lips in a deep, lingering kiss.
Desiree was the best kisser in the world. She did it with such passion and pleasure. I could make out with her all night. After a long while, though, she started a slow kiss and lick down my body. Heading for the Promised Land.
Kale was between Heidi's legs beside me, humping her like there was no tomorrow. He was sucking on her big silicone boobs at the same time, and she was loving it immensely.
"Sixty-nine," Desiree said. "I need relief, too."
Desiree maneuvered around, and sat on my face. Using my thumbs, I pulled her folds open as she did the same to mine. We both gave each other a couple of long, hard licks, then began to lick, suck, and nibble away at each other. Just for kicks, I sucked in her clitoris and sent my power deep into her. Desiree climaxed immediately.
"Uuuggghhh...Ooooh God," she groaned, then returned to eating me out.
Desiree was much more talented with her lips and tongue than I was. And that was with both men and women. She was a professional, after all. Desiree was thirty-one, and would admit to being a streetwalker and call girl since she was nineteen. Twelve years. She didn't speak of any part of her life prior that.
I wasn't happy with her work arrangements. Desiree had three quarters of a million dollars from the sale of her house. Tax free, since it was her first home and she chose to exercise that option of not paying taxes on a home sale. She could only do it once, and that seemed the perfect time. Beats paying taxes.
