Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,36

headboard, and it all comes back to me in a rush. I’m at Maximus’s house. We played together, he fucked me, then he took me home. Turning my head, I’m shocked to see he isn’t lying beside me. Surely he didn’t leave me here by myself for… how long was I asleep? I glance at the window but the thick curtains give nothing away—not even the slightest chink of daylight is to be seen.

Licking my lips, I realize how thirsty I am, and my gaze is drawn to the half-full glass of water on the nightstand. I do my best to reach it but unfortunately the rope Maximus tied me with is too short.

Where is the asshole, anyway?

I feel weirdly groggy, almost like I’m hungover, but I only had two gin and tonics last night over the course of several hours, so it can’t be that. I try to make my body move, to kick off the sheet, but it takes a huge amount of effort and I soon give up. Instead, I force myself to take some deep breaths, fighting back the rising panic.

I’m in a virtual stranger’s house, tied to a bed. Naked. My head is foggy. Did he drug me? Surely not. A creep like Ethan would stoop so low, but not Maximus. He’s a sadist, definitely, and dominant to the bone, but he’s also demonstrated a caring, solicitous side. He works in security, for god’s sake. He protects women for a living.

That would be the perfect cover, a little voice tells me, but I decide to ignore it. No, he’s probably in the bathroom, or down in the kitchen making us something to eat. I don’t really feel hungry, but I’d just about murder someone for a coffee.

The minutes tick by as I lie there, my mind racing. Nobody could need that long in the bathroom. Nor would it take such a long time to grab a bite to eat or make coffee. Where is he?

I shift in the bed and the ensuing ache in my butt reminds me of our session. An instant pang of desire shoots through my lower belly at the memory, my clit suddenly beginning to throb. I can’t remember the last time anyone had this kind of sexual effect on me. I thought I would die when he licked me to the very brink of orgasm before leaving me to lie awake, desperately horny and craving the solace of sleep.

Fortunately, despite my fears, I had passed out fairly quickly. Now, though, my nerve endings are all roaring back to life. Great, I think. Now I’m thirsty, aching and horny.

And I’m tied to the bed so I can’t do a damn thing about any of it.

I tug experimentally at the ropes around my wrists, twisting my head to get a better view of the knots. I discover I’m actually able to put my hands together, and immediately make use of that advantage by fiddling with the knot on my left wrist.

This is like some cheap horror movie, I find myself thinking as I yank at the soft rope. If I do manage to get myself free, I’ll probably find something to wear, go downstairs, and promptly discover a human head in the fridge.

First Zeke, then Ethan, now this. Is there no sane, normal guy left anywhere in the world? Have they really all already been paired up?

At least my focus on untying myself is distracting me from the pulsing between my legs.

“Come on,” I encourage myself, feeling the rope loosen slightly. I’m going on touch rather than sight, as I can’t keep my head twisted at the right angle to see what I’m doing without getting a crick in my neck. Then my fingertips discover a little loop which seems to be out of place in the otherwise neat knot. I give that a little tug, and almost groan with relief when the entire knot unravels immediately. I should have paid more attention in Girl Scouts; I might have worked it out sooner. With one hand free, I roll over onto my belly and find the loop on the knot around my right wrist. Sure enough, pulling that unravels the last thing binding me to the bed.

Thank fucking Christ. I sit up, clutch my head in a vain attempt to relieve the sudden pounding in my temples, and reach for the glass of water, draining it in a few greedy swallows. Then I swing my legs over the side of the bed,