her head, her figure bent over the spanking bench. “Please, Sir?”
Theo chuckles, his cock rigid and just inches from her mouth. “God, I do love it when you beg, pet.”
She dares to lash out with her tongue to taste the dew dripping from his cock, but he dodges her. “You want more punishment?”
She pouts. Now my little cupcake knows what punishment means at Theo’s hand. This morning, when Theo came home from the club, Karina was particularly naughty, taking advantage of her new vampiric strength, and tried to have her way with Theo. He wrestled her down and cuffed her to the St. Andrew’s Cross. Though he gave her a good flogging, it was mixed with titillation and near orgasms, one after the other. Between having me fuck her, teasing her with a vibrator and licking her pussy, he never let her climax. And when I came to her defense and got feisty myself, I received the same treatment. We went to bed aching with unfulfillment, although deliciously titillated.
When we both woke up just after sunset, Theo had already started teasing us both and here we are, an hour later, and he still won’t let us come. I empathize with my cupcake. But, if I’m honest with myself, I’m enjoying the hell out of it.
Theo strolls around to Karina’s backside, slides his cock into her, and pumps her hard a few times before pulling out. Karina screeches her frustration. He chuckles. “You two will be primed and ready for a special scene tonight at the masquerade. Private, but we’ll have a scene and a surprise.”
I shudder at the thought and grip my cock to stave off another wave.
He points his finger at me. “No playing without me tonight. Understood?”
He knows me too well. I had absolutely planned on fucking Karina senseless when he left. I close my eyes, but nod. “Yes, Sir.”
He goes back to Karina’s head, and holds her face. “And no pleasuring yourselves. Tonight, you come with me, or you don’t come at all.”
Her lips harden with defiance, and Theo raises a provoking brow.
“Yes, Sir.” She narrows her eyes.
Theo crouches, now eye-level with her, and smiles. “Behave, and I will make you scream with the greatest release you’ve had in your life. I promise.”
She sighs, but smirks. “Yes, Sir.” She licks her fang, and I cringe at her rebellious fire.
“Karina.” Theo’s voice is deep and filled with warning.
She pouts. “Yes, Sir.”
Minx.
Our master stands and gives her one last smack on her ass. “Alex, clean her up and give her proper aftercare. I will meet you both at the club.” He grabs my face and devours my mouth with his. I tremble and squeeze my cock so I don’t succumb to his seductive power over me.
Theo saunters from our playroom, not looking back.
Since Theo left Alex and me begging for release, my senses are tingling and alive in more ways than I thought possible. Everything is a sensual sensation. My panties are soaked. My nipples pebble hard against my corset. And Alex’s cologne mixed with his chemistry has me teetering on the edge. I complain about the lack of release, but in truth…I’m having the time of my life.
Fire breathers and acrobats entertain the line of people waiting to get into the club: a rainbow of costumes and the scent of blood wafting off them. My mouth waters, and I clutch the crook of Alex’s arm. With him at my side, I feel like a princess as he escorts me into Club Toxic.
The entire space has been transformed into a Venetian Masquerade. Elegant velvets, brocades, and a shimmering décor of gold, silver and red drip from the walls and ceiling. A contortionist harlequin, his skintight costume accenting every cut of his muscles, seduces the crowd. Two silver-costumed jugglers masterfully toss glittering gold-and-silver clubs between them and make the patrons laugh with their comical antics. Everything is so magical! So delicious, especially with all the mortals pressing into the space, their candy-sweet heat having me on the verge of drooling. Alex took me to hunt before we got into our costumes, thankfully minimizing much of the bloodlust, but I still ache to sink my new fangs into these eager mortals, who are ignorant of the dangerous predators around them.
I glance at Alex for the hundredth time, and he takes my breath away in his eighteenth-century costume, softened with a modern touch. He’s wearing a long black coat with tails and large cuffs, accented with gold embroidery and buttons. A tailored