All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,47

I have seen it go very wrong once and since then, the fear overrides my curiosity.

“You know I will always respect your limits, Butterfly. That is why we have a safeword. If you ever want to try it, at home, in private, we can. I will go slow and gentle. We will use the color system, and you can be in complete control of the situation. I will help you master any fear you have.”

“Me? In complete control?”

“Butterfly, you are always in complete control. Your safeword guarantees as much. Your submission to me is a gift, a gift you can take away at any time. I love you, dearly. Don’t you forget that everything I do is to bring you pleasure or to help you grow as a person. It is my job to challenge you, to guide you, and to care for you.”

“I love you.” Maybe those words weren’t the right response. Maybe I should have said, Yes, Sir. But it just feels right. Looking into his eyes when I say it, seeing the relief written on his features, the joy… I am so glad I chose that as my response.

Chapter 5

Bentley takes me around the room and shows me all the different experiences the club has to offer, most of which I have experienced at my own club. The difference is, these are not human dominants, they are vampires. The first bite I witness has my body shaking, trembling so hard, I almost fall over.

The vampire—also dressed entirely in black, I notice a theme amongst the men—has a beautiful redhead in his arms. The green dress brings out the color of her eyes, which appeared to be glowing in the red light of the room. The scene they’re playing out is electrifying—I can’t look away.

He removes her dress with amazing precision; handling the fabric with care, he hands it off to another woman who is standing off to the side, nothing but a hand in the shadows at this moment. Underneath the dress, the redhead is completely naked. She is quite a vision: lean but muscular, a body well taken care of, soft in the right places, toned in the others.

The vampire reaches up towards the ceiling and pulls down a chain with a short metal bar. Gently, he takes the redhead’s arms and stretches them above her head, securing them to the bar. The soft fur cuffs don’t look like they’d hold her, not if she really resisted, but I imagine that whatever he is about to do to her, is something she isn’t going to fight, if her hardened nipples and glazed eyes are any indication.

He runs his nails down her body, sending visible goosebumps over her flesh. She licks her lips, and he says something only she could hear. He picks the flogger off of the small table beside her—it is only then that I realize the table is even sitting there. My eyes briefly go to the few other implements the vampire has laid out, but I can’t look away from the woman for long. The thudding of the flogger brings me right back to their scene.

The dominant swings it with ease, his aim true with every strike. The weight of the flogger appears to massage her body rather than hurt it, as her moans of pleasure fill the air. Her perfect ass cheeks get the first volley of swats, followed by her back, then her thighs. Over and under hand, he swings it. It mesmerizes me. He pauses to ask her something and her response must not have been quick enough, for the next swat lands hard on her ass and she squeals, going up on her toes. A dark red mark appears in the place of the flogger’s tails of leather, a beautiful smudge on the blank canvas of her behind.

I squirm with her, and Bentley tightens his hold on me. He too is a master at the flogger, and I love how he wields it—gently, as a whisper or a caress over my body, or harshly, as a punishment. I have been where she is, and I know how it feels…

“Do you want to taste the flogger tonight?” Bentley asks quietly. Before I can answer, another sound catches my attention.

The beautiful purple glow against the red light is entrancing. “He has these made specially, they aren’t your normal wands,” Bentley tells me. The wand is beautiful, the handle has a Celtic knot design woven into it, the bulb is a deep