All Souls' Night - Renee Rose Page 0,50

permission. We could both use the distance to calm ourselves. My cock has grown uncomfortable in my pants. I shift, hoping the fabric gives enough to relieve some of the pressure I am feeling.

I turn back to the conversation, moving slightly to have a clearer view of the ladies’ room. Keri emerges soon and, instead of returning to me, she returns to Taylor’s side. He’s holding court with another young vampire and a human submissive. Watching Keri smile and flirt with Taylor, to try and make me jealous, has me chuckling. She can’t know exactly how badly she has chosen. Taylor is young, inexperienced and a hothead. Of all the vampires present, he is the least likely to cause me pause.

I find it adorable that she thinks she is mad at me. Jealousy is such an irrational, human emotion. Such a sign of weakness. She can’t help but have the flaws of her species, and I can’t blame her for those emotions, but I can hold her accountable for the behaviors she is demonstrating. I have trained her better than this. I focus in on her, and read her thoughts, listen to her speak with her mind.

Feeling my gaze, she looks over her left shoulder at me. I pretend to listen to Constance ramble on as I continue to watch my girl play. She will pay for this later.

He’s watching me. Good. Let him watch this.

Keri leans into Taylor, runs her fingers up the side of his neck, and whispers into his ear. He wraps his arm around her waist, and his hand lingers on her ass. That is the final straw.

She is going to pay. Now.

Possessiveness overwhelms me. I don’t enjoy seeing another touch what is mine. Keri is aware of the change in me. We have very few rules when we play at our local club. She scenes with no one but me. That is the first rule we established when we became play partners… long before I fell in love with her and she became much more to me.

“Excuse me.” I blur to Keri’s side. Snatching her ponytail in my fist, I wrap it tightly, tilting her head back, assertively claiming her. “This one is mine.”

“She isn’t acting like she is yours.”

I refrain from snapping his neck. After all, it isn’t his fault. Keri wants to play games, Taylor was her prey.

“She will pay for that, believe me.” I lead her by the hair to the middle of the room. She used Taylor to put on a show for me, and now I will use her to put a show on for everyone else. Dropping her to her knees, I bend forward, whispering into her ear, “Remember, you brought this on yourself, Butterfly. You think vampires are wicked? Well, I’m about to have my wicked way with you.”

Eyes are on us, some of the conversation has stopped, other voices have dropped to hushed whispers. The impact play going on around us provides a nice acoustic tempo for my game.

“Hands behind your back.” Once she is in position, I pick my supplies. The choice between gold, black, or silver Shibari rope is a nice touch, but then again, I expected nothing less from Lucius. Every detail, even the most minute, is attended to. I pick up my rope of choice. Gold. Always, gold.

Working quickly, I thread the rope first with a double column tie around her slender wrists. With one arm around both of Keri’s arms, holding them together, perhaps tighter than necessary, I bring the rope up until just below her elbows, before wrapping it around. I create friction by wrapping under the bands and then pulling upward. I continue tying, wrapping under both bands, going down again to complete the wrap, and then pulling back up. She’s cinched now, restricted nicely. She will have little room to move around.

I continue, using the same process to create an identical band above Keri’s elbow, dressing the wrap as I go, making it pretty. I’m tying my girl up, wrapping her like a present. I dress my wraps, making sure to spread the tension and pressure out evenly. I want her to feel the restraint, to know who is in charge, but I do not want her distracted by discomfort.

Adding more rope, I create a simple harness, the gold contrasting against the black of her dress. I bring the rope down, underneath her right arm, across her back and beautify the strand that is going upwards. I quickly repeat