Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,7
that was quite some time ago now and I feel fine. Well… not fine, exactly, but definitely not inebriated.
What the hell did that Ethan guy do to me, anyway?
But this Maximus is as stubborn as a dog with a bone, and there’s no way I’ll be going anywhere while he’s watching me. Moreover, I feel kind of safe with him, so what harm will it do to stay just a little longer? After all, I was passed out in his lap, practically naked, and he didn’t take advantage, and I could really use a cup of coffee. My head feels so weird. Kind of buzzy but quiet at the same time. And there’s a definite gap in my memory. I remember flashes of coming down here with Ethan, but they’re more like slides in a reel than a cohesive movie.
We reach the bar and I sink gratefully onto a nearby stool. My feet are killing me, and I vow never to wear these stupid heels again. A pretty Goth bartender casts a skeptical eye over my outfit and I only just refrain from rolling my eyes. After all, this is a kink club. There are people who are literally naked performing the most explicit sex acts just feet away. Maximus leans over my shoulder and I catch a whiff of expensive aftershave. The man smells almost as good as he looks. Damn him. I do not need to be rescued.
“Two coffees, Alaya. Thanks, hon,” he murmurs to the girl.
“Sure thing.” She smiles sweetly at him and bustles off.
“Now, you turn to face me.” Oh god. He’s using that tone of voice again. That low, dominant tone which makes my knees turn to water and my heart skip a beat. He’s usually more soft-spoken, which only highlights the difference. “Atta girl.”
I let him swivel the stool around until I have my back to the rest of the club and all my attention is focused on him. He’s tall—well over six feet—and has the broad shoulders you’d expect in a bouncer. Now that I’m wearing his suit jacket, he’s left in a white shirt and a grey silk tie. It seems like very formal attire for a kink club but I remember the doormen outside also wearing suits. Maybe it’s a uniform of sorts. It’s a shame this evening deteriorated so fast and so badly. I really had been hoping for a good play session.
For some reason, the only time my chattering brain goes quiet is when I lose myself in the sensations of pain and pleasure a good dominant can provide.
“How are you feeling now?” he asks, his gaze fixed on my face. I feel strangely exposed and vulnerable under his assessing attention. I don’t like it.
“Like I already said, I’m fine,” I tell him. It comes out more sharply than I had intended and I don’t miss the flicker of aggravation as it crosses his handsome features.
“Your coffees, Maximus,” the girl behind the bar says, setting two mugs down and bustling away. I hadn’t realized we were right in the corner with even the closest people out of earshot.
“Thanks,” he tells her, then returns his attention to me. His blue eyes are steely. “You should watch your tone,” he says in a growl. “If I hadn’t heard your cries for help and come to your rescue, right now you’d be—”
He stops speaking abruptly and I get the distinct feeling he’d been about to say something he shouldn’t.
“I’d be… what?” I press, genuinely curious now.
“Never mind.” Rubbing an impatient hand over his closely cropped dark hair, he reaches behind himself, takes one of the mugs and hands it to me. “Drink up.”
There’s something very strange about this whole situation. As the fogginess in my mind clears, I begin to feel more and more that this isn’t a typical BDSM club. There’s an underlying sense of danger I hadn’t noticed before. It’s in the air, and in the eyes of some of the people I passed. Overcome with curiosity, I swivel around on my stool and take a good look at my surroundings for the first time since entering the club.
“Nuh-uh,” Maximus says, swiftly turning me back around so all I can see is him and the wall beyond. I bite down a surge of anger. Just who does he think he is?
“What?” I say belligerently. “I’m not allowed to look around now? What exactly is this place, anyway? What were you going to say about Ethan before? Why does it feel