Her Vampire Addiction - Tabitha Black Page 0,76

in the dungeon level.

He has a confident stride, briefly greeting those he knows as we pass them but not stopping to make small talk. His toybag is slung over his shoulder and I try not to look at it. God only knows what he has in store for me.

Once we’ve reached the bar, he orders a double gin and tonic and tells me to lay the roses on the stool beside me. I obey, grateful beyond measure that he’s allowing me this one drink to take the edge off. He already knows me so well.

“I’m just going to sort out the scene area,” he murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing my skin and making me shiver. “Wait here for me and enjoy the drink, it will be your last for a while.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Such is his commanding presence that people’s heads turn to look at him as he makes his way across the dance floor, and I feel my heart swelling with pride. He’s my man, I think incredulously. Undoubtedly, many women desire him, and yet he’s here with me. It’s almost enough to distract me from what’s about to happen.

Almost.

I force myself to sip my drink even though I’m tempted to guzzle it. Despite my nerves, I’m also incredibly turned on, not just because of the orgasm restriction I’m on, but also because of the unexpected little detour on the drive here. Sucking his cock with my bare ass and pussy on display for anyone who might happen to wander by—even though we were in a deserted area and that was very unlikely—made me feel wanton and sexy. I still don’t understand what it is about Maximus that makes me so willing to obey him completely when it comes to sexual acts, he just has that effect on me. When he turns those blue eyes on me and uses his growly, commanding voice, it’s like he puts me under some kind of spell so I’m a helpless, dripping slave, desperate to please him however he desires.

By the time he returns, I’ve finished my gin and tonic. He’s taken off his suit jacket and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt. Just the glimpse of his muscular chest is enough to make me want to run my tongue along his skin.

“If you want to visit the ladies’, now’s the time,” he tells me, pulling me to him and dropping a kiss on the side of my neck, where the tiny puncture wounds his fangs have made are still healing.

“I think I’d better,” I say.

“Hurry.”

Part of me is tempted to dawdle, to put off what’s about to happen for as long as possible. But the other part of me just wants to get it over with.

Once I’ve peed, I wash my hands and reapply some lip gloss. My cheeks are stained pink and my eyes are glittering, highlighted by the bronze eyeliner I used to bring out the blue. Surprisingly, I don’t look nearly as terrified as I feel, and I’m thankful for that.

Picking up my purse, I head out of the bathroom and back towards the bar.

To Maximus…

To my fate.

26

Sabina

“Disrobe.”

Maximus has a very distinct tone of voice when we play, and he’s using it now. It’s cold with just a hint of arrogance, and it twists my tummy into knots. It also makes me wet. Swallowing hard, I fumble to pull off my halter top, then unzip and slide my skirt down over my legs. As instructed, I’m not wearing any underwear, so simply removing those two items of clothing leaves me completely undressed. I can feel people’s eyes on me as surely as if they were actually touching my skin but I force myself to ignore them. This is for Maximus. Any discomfort I experience now is for him. I need to keep reminding myself of that. Once I’m standing naked in front of him, he gestures to my shoes. “Those too.”

I toe them off gratefully and push them aside, setting my clothes in a neat pile on top of them, out of the way.

“Kneel.”

The floor is cold and hard against my shins, and I look up at him with my heart pounding, my mouth dry. I should have asked for some water. He’s gazing down at me with a stern look on his face, but there’s love in his eyes.

“Do you know why I’m about to punish you?”

I’m not sure whether he’s talking so loudly just so I can hear him over the relentless pounding of the