by Claire Marta
“You mean Andel, Vilem and Jakul? They too are all possibilities.” Eric tapped one long finger against his lips thoughtfully. “Tonight we will have to observe them more closely. Perhaps you will be able to sense something.”
Jasmine’s expression turned wary. “It’s the sex dungeon tonight, isn’t it?”
“It is not a dungeon.” Eric’s sharp blue eyes were now pinned unwavering to her face.
Discarding her tea, she picked up her sandwich. “But there’s going to be fifty shades of kinkier stuff right?”
“I believe so. Yes.”
She struggled to read the expression on his handsome face. Not even his stare gave anything away. Fuck, was this going to be bad? He wasn’t going to tell her. Damn the vamp and his secrecy. She was sure he was getting some perverse kick from it all.
Her gaze slid to Conall’s.
The Irish vampire’s lips curved into a lopsided grin. “I’m with the lass on this one Eric. It’s a sex dungeon alright.”
Eric released a frustrated sigh. “I am trying not to alarm her.”
“But you promised to tell me all this shit Eric.” Jasmine pointed out. “I need to know what I will be walking into.” Her appetite had suddenly fled. Dropping the mostly eaten sandwich on the plate, she wiped her hands together.
“Aye you did.” Conall joined in still grinning. “It’s only fair.”
Eric rose so swiftly from the chair that it made her jump. “It is a playroom. They do not call it a dungeon. It will be very tame compared to things that are usually done in BDSM clubs.”
Jasmine was so not convinced. She eyed him warily. “Uh huh.”
Directing an icy glare at the other vampire, Eric gestured to the door. “Thank you Conall. I think you have done enough for now.”
The Irish vampire left them with a chuckle. The bikini Eric produced this time was a light eggshell blue. Jasmine took it without a word and went into the bathroom to change. Like before it barely covered a thing. All the bruises she had gathered were on display. They coloured her skin in splashes of colour on her face, neck, and back. The indecent garment did nothing to hide them. With a sigh of annoyance, she padded back into the bedroom.
“You dazzle my eyes with your beauty.” Eric murmured from where he stood by the window.
Surprised Jasmine smiled shyly at his compliment. “I’m not beautiful, especially with all these bruises.”
He was in front of her so fast it left her dizzy. Raising her chin she looked up at him warily. “Oh, but you are Jasmine, and I can’t seem to keep you out of my head.” Gathering her swiftly into his arms, his lips brushed hers in a sweet gentle kiss.
After a moment he reluctantly pulled himself back. “You will need to practice the correct position for this evening.”
Confusion crinkled Jasmine’s features at his sudden change. “Position?” She noticed then the collar was in his hand.
Eric slipped it around her neck. The leather managed to hide some of the dark marks marring her skin. “Yes. The one you will be expected to assume tonight. I shall show you.”
Finishing fastening, he stepped back a few paces. Gracefully Eric sank to his knees. Legs spread apart, he kept his back straight. His arms lowered, as he rested his hands on his thighs, palms upwards.
This was a position, she realised, that if naked would allow him a clear view of her pussy. Again, she was grateful for the bikini.
“You must also keep your head up, but your eyes remain downcast.” He told her, as he rose once more. “You try now.”
Lacking the vampire’s grace, she dropped a little clumsily to the floor. The carpet was soft against her knees.
“Back straight, head down, and palms up.” Eric instructed.
Straightening her spine, Jasmine spread her legs apart. The position made her feel strangely vulnerable. Trying not to sigh, she kept her eyes on the floor.
Eric’s fingers tipped her chin up a little. “Excellent.”
His touch sent excitement sparking through her veins. Nervously she moistened her lips with the tip of her tongue. The smell of snow and pine spun itself around her. God she loved his scent.
“Why do I have to sit like this?” The words came out a little breathlessly.
***
“It is the submissive position.” Eric softly stroked her bruised cheek. “All the companions will be expected to assume it tonight.”
His cock had hardened instantly. Having her on her knees looking so submissive and fuckable was testing his control. Eric could just imagine bending her over the bed and fucking her senseless. Then the wall, the floor, on top of the dresser, and any other surface he could find. Molten need poured through his chest. It seared him to the bone. The urges were so raw, so strong. He had never experienced something so primal and savage before. Not even in Jasmine’s presence.
Eric didn’t think his dick could get any harder. He was wrong. Jasmine suddenly began to nibble on the plump flesh of her lower lip.
The thick swollen flesh in his pants became more than painful. The sensation was almost agonising. Suddenly, an image of her luscious lips stretched wide around his cock popped into his head. The lust that roared up inside him was almost blinding. His icy control began to slip, but he ruthlessly clawed it back.
Power welled up inside him, biting cold and so primordial that it made even him shiver. Before it could escape, he reined it back. Eric frowned, this was happening too often now. Discipline needed to maintain. He could not allow this to become unmanageable.
“That is enough for now.” He growled through gritted teeth. Swallowing down his discomfort he turned away.
***
Jasmine gazed at Eric’s tense back. Had she done something wrong? Why did he sound so angry? Staring at his broad back, she could see his muscles were tense and straining.
The faint lick of his frosty energy had not gone unnoticed. This was hard to miss, when it rubbed against her sensitive senses. What was he struggling with? Emotions she was evoking?
After a moment the tension drained from his frame. Then slowly he turned. Eric’s glacial composure seemed to have been erected back firmly in place. Whatever had gripped him before now seemed to be under control.
Eric spoke softly. “Tonight others may ask for your favours…or to play with you.”
Jasmine was not sure if she liked the sound of that or not. They were headed for a sex dungeon after all.
“My favours…play with me? What the fuck do you mean?” She asked, trying not to sound panicked.
“I will not allow them to bite you or have sex.” He assured her swiftly. “But they may wish to do other things.”
Trepidation crept through her. “Eric, I’m not sure I’m comfortable with that.”
“If we do not take part it will look suspicious.” His words came out coldly, void of any emotion. “But I will not force you to do so, especially after what occurred last night. I can give a plausible excuse if needs be.”
Jasmine bit the corner of her lower lip. She had come this far. How bad could tonight really be? If she didn’t go then they might miss vital information discovering the killer. Eric couldn’t keep an eye on everyone at once.
“You promise no sex or biting.” She looked up at Eric with trust.
He was watching her with an unfathomable expression. “On my honour Jasmine.”
Jasmine crossed her arms over her chest. “Alright...I’m in then.”
“I shall change in the bathroom.” His deep baritone was soft.
This left Jasmine a few minutes to worry over what was awaiting her. She was still not hundred percent comfortable with this.
Eric was wearing tight black leather pants when he emerged. They showed his tight arse off to perfection. She could see the medallion around his neck peeking out from his silky scarlet shirt. Only a few buttons had been fastened. Jasmine glimpsed the pale muscled flesh of his chest. It was such a tempting sight.
“You will refer to me as Sir. That goes for any male vampire
who approaches you.”
Anxiety began to churn in her stomach as Jasmine released a long shaky breath. “Ok….Sir.”
Eric towered over her, his expression turning tender. Stroking the curve of her cheek for a moment with his knuckles he gave it a gentle caress. “Trust me Jasmine to keep you safe.”
JASMINE WASN’T SURE WHAT SHE had been expecting, maybe a dank dungeon with manacles and medieval devices. Certainly it had not been this. Windowless, the basement was open and airy. The ceiling was made up of dark wood planks. Small round metal lights illuminated the space brightly from above.
The walls in, contrast were cream coloured, along with the flooring. Several sofas in blood red graced one wall. This left the place feeling strangely inviting.
Eric led her further into the room. The grip on her bicep was firm yet gentle. He was moving her towards a long table filled with an assortment of strange objects. Jasmine recognised several different types of vibrators, in varying colours and sizes, all nestled on the red velvety table cloth.
Slowly her gaze danced to the other articles. Two black floggers, with wide strips of leather dangling from their handles, lay side by side. Next to these was a nasty solid looking riding crop.
She frowned at the necklaces of different beads. Each bead on the string was a different size. What the heck were those for? Her knowledge of BDSM was limited, and Jasmine was not sure she wanted to find out.
Wooden clothes-pins and thin little metal bars, which looked like jewellery, were in two piles. She then eyed the selection of ball gags. Gaze sliding sideways, she gave Eric a wary look. They weren’t actually going to use any of these were they?
He didn’t meet her eyes. Instead he continued to inspect the equipment on the table. His long fingers even caressed a few things. Nodding, as if satisfied at what he saw, he moved her towards the other companions.
The women were kneeling naked. Heads bent, back straight, their hands rested palms upwards on their thighs. This was the exact same position Eric had taught her. Taking a deep breath, Jasmine pushed through her nerves.
Padding forwards barefoot, she took up her kneeling position at the end of the line. Eric’s shiny black shoes were suddenly before her. Fingers brushed gently caressing the curve of her cheek. This gave her reassurance.
“Stay here Jasmine and do not move.” He commanded with a note of huskiness in his deep delicious voice.
The vampires were moving around them chatting quietly. Asier seemed yet to appear. All the male vamps were dressed in leather trousers. They wore their shirts open, revealing pale muscled flesh. Only Andel and Simon had theirs buttoned right up, which Jasmine found odd as none of the others had a problem showing off their bodies.
Lida, the nest Mistress had her topaz eyes on Eric. Lust was barely concealed in her stare. Her curvaceous figure was zipped into a blood red leather dress. This ended half way down her thighs. The swell of her large breasts were barely contained in its confines.
She looked like a woman ready to go out and get what she wanted. That seemed to be Eric. Jasmine tried to keep any emotion from her face. Eric had said Lida was just a friend. She believed him. Yet that didn’t stop the jealously curling inside her.
Jasmine was suddenly aware of attention directed her way. Some of the vampires seemed curious about the bruises she now wore. Did they think Eric had hit her? She wouldn’t be surprised. Eyelashes sweeping down she hid her gaze. Let them think what they wanted.
Fingers began to trail down her shoulder so abruptly it made her jump. She knew it wasn’t Eric. He was standing with his back towards her, she was aware of that from the corner of her eye.
“You hold the position well for a new girl.” Simon’s voice murmured right beside her. His fingers lingered against her naked skin.
Jasmine instantly stilled. Her senses weren’t warning of danger, yet she knew she had to stay cautious and alert. The blonde, cheerful vamp seemed almost sad.
“You remind me of my Margaret. Same colour hair and a touch of innocence.”
Jasmine frowned. Hadn’t that been Simon’s ex companion? The woman who Carly had replaced? Liz had told her that Simon had grown bored of her. If that was true why did he miss her? Was he now regretting letting her go?
Simon continued to stroke her shoulder. Eventually he seemed to content himself with playing with her short coppery hair. Jasmine relaxed. She found it a comforting feeling, even calming.
Voices rising in argument caught her attention. Trying not to be too obvious Jasmine turned her head.
Andel and one of the twins seemed to be having a heated discussion. They stood apart from the other vampires. Both looked angry. Whatever they were saying was in Czech. But from the violent hand gestures that were bouncing between the two she guessed it wasn’t good.
Andel caught her staring. The look he gave her made Jasmine’s blood run cold. He really did have that killer dead stare down to perfection. His eyes continued to bore into hers. Jasmine quickly lowered her gaze, fear speeding up her heartbeat.
Simon had moved on to pet a few of the other companions. She almost wished he had stayed. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Andel striding towards her. Fuck. She had buggered this one up. What was he going to do?
He didn’t stop beside her. Instead he moved further down the line of women. Eventually he stopped before his own companion Tina.
“I believe it is best if we begin.” Andel called out.
When his hand curled around Tina’s arm to pull her up, she visibly flinched. A thread of unease glimmered in her eyes as she allowed him to haul her to her feet. She seemed to be on the verge of hyperventilating, a tear slipping down her pale cheek. Another soon followed until they were streaming down her face.
“I-I can’t do this…I-I’m sorry.” Tina sobbed. Yanking her arm out of the vampire’s grip she fled. The sound of her pounding feet and sobbing could be heard, as she dashed up the basement stairs.
Andel’s features contorted with anger, but he did not go after her. His tall, slim form remained unnaturally still. Unease rippled through the rest of the women. Jasmine felt it like a buzz in the air.
“You look beautiful on your knees, Jasmine.” Eric murmured softly suddenly in front of her.
Confused she looked up. His icy blue eyes were hard and cold. Yet she could read in them clearly there was nothing she could do at the moment for the other girl.
Jasmine raised her eyebrows silently imploring. Surely he could send Conall? As if reading her thoughts, he nodded. This was just a tiny movement of his head. With one big hand on her arm, he helped her rise. Something cold brushed her arm making her glance down. Hand cuffs. Eric was holding a pair in his other hand.
Pulling her arms behind her back, he closed them swiftly over her wrists. The metal was cold and hard against her skin. Jasmine’s arms rested bound against the base of her spine. This position thrust her breasts outwards. Apprehension tightened her stomach. Seriously? This evening he was going to keep her cuffed?
The things were certainly sturdy. No matter how hard she subtly pulled they weren’t coming undone. She tried not to panic. What was it with these fucking vampires and their kinky games? Jasmine didn’t like this one bit. How the hell did she defend herself? This left her trust and safety completely in Eric’s hands.
Eric guided her gently across the room. The other vamps had gathered now to collect their own females. Those left unclaimed were ordered to stand in a line against the wall. After a moment, Eric dropped gracefully onto a sofa. With a forceful tug, he pulled her onto his lap. One hand was curled around her lower back, the other rested on the back of her neck below the collar.
Jasmine’s mouth went dry. Mingled powers were flowing around the room. Nothing though felt, like the killer’s. Taking a deep relaxing breath, she tried to concentrate on each individual one. A blue glow began to glimmer faintly around Eric’s body, as she felt the brush of his power. It was prickling beneath his chilly veneer.
No one else
seemed to have noticed it. Jasmine had witnessed it once before in Paris. This made her wonder if her sensitivity was growing. Auras were something she had never seen before. None of the other vampires though had colour around them.
Chewing on her lower lip, she glanced around. No, it was no good. If the Ripper was among them, they were hiding their powers too well. The glow around Eric vanished and stopped her concentration.
Simon was seated on another sofa opposite them across the space with Carly kneeling naked at his feet. He seemed distracted. Staring into space his attention seemed to be focused on inner thoughts.
Andel stood tall and stiff by the table of sex toys. He was alone, his expression brooding. The companions without Masters were lined up against the wall and were watching with looks of lingering fear.
One of the twins – Vilem was whispering in the ear of one of the girls. From her flirty glances it looked like he was convincing her to play. Jasmine searched for his brother. Jakul had unzipped the front of his leather trousers and was grasping his sizeable cock in his hand. Grabbing hold of Mel, he bent her over a table. A moment later a squealed gasp escaped her lips.
Pounding into her roughly from behind, he began to fuck her mercilessly. Each thrust of his hips, brought the naked woman up onto her toes. His bare buttocks were taut, with his hard quick angry movements.
He had his hand fisted tightly in her long blonde hair. They couldn’t see her face as their backs were towards them. Jasmine couldn’t help but stare wide eyed. They were having sex right there in the middle of the room and no one was batting an eye.
“This reminds me of old times Eric. How you, Asier, and I would fuck and feed even from the same human sometimes.” Lida’s sultry voice commented beside them. “Perhaps while you are here we will again. I do hope you are enjoying my hospitality? Please feel free to amuse yourself with any of the girls here. Do not limit yourself this evening to your new pet.”
The vampire Mistress had made herself comfortable. Her hand snaked out to rest on his muscled bicep. Lida’s red long nails looked more like talons.
