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  “I am ready as soon as you say that I can, sir,” I reply through gritted teeth. Sweat trails down between my breasts.

  He shifts in his seat and reaches over, his fingers, always so cool to the touch, gliding over my heated flesh. He moves his fingers between my folds, not disturbing the tiny vibrator attached to my clit.

  “Sir,” I squeak, panting harder, gripping the seat.

  He slips a cool finger into my vagina and says, “Come for me, pet.”

  My orgasm slams into me, and I fall over the edge, screaming, “Sir!” My body convulses, and I gush juices all over his hand and the seat. So much that the bottom of my dress is soaked. The spasms just keep rolling over me as he moves his finger inside me, and the vibrator keeps going. I’m so spent, I’m close to passing out when he finally shuts it off.

  “Gods you are beautiful, pet.” His cool fingers stroke my pussy, cooling it. “The scent of you drives me crazy.”

  I’m so exhausted, all I can do is smile.

  He lifts his fingers and licks the juices off them and then returns to my pussy, soaking them once more. This time he traces my lips with his finger, and then I draw his finger into my mouth, sucking it.

  “I should get you inside.”

  “Yes, sir,” I murmur, my eyes closed.

  He chuckles and climbs out of the car. He opens my door, lifts me up like I weigh nothing and carries me to my apartment. He finds my keys in my purse and opens the door, closing it behind him. My head is resting on his shoulder, and I’m half asleep.

  “Which way to the bedroom, pet?”

  “Last door down the hall.”

  A moment later, he lays me on the bed, slides off my shoes, then lifts me up, unzips my dress, and pulls it down my body. “Pajamas or no, pet?”

  “Sleepy, sir,” I murmur.

  “None it is.” He moves, pulling down my sheets and blanket, lifts me, setting me on my cool cotton sheet. His finger touches the vibrator.

  “No. Mine,” I say.

  “It is yours, pet, but do you really want to keep it on?”

  I’m delirious, and all I can think is I don’t want him to take it away. “Stays.”

  He chuckles, and it’s a delicious sound. His lips brush my forehead, and he covers me with the sheets and blankets. “Sleep, pet. I will see you soon.”

  I hear the soft click of my door, and I drift deeper into sleep dreaming of him.

  Chapter 11

  James

  As I drive home, I decide to swing by the storage rental place to collect some of the equipment I had in storage with the Jaguar. It isn’t much—some of my older equipment, a few silver pieces that I hadn’t sold because I’d thought them too special to sell and carried memories of the time before I was turned. These pieces were for me. Things I had created, not things that had been ordered. Now that I have a place, I figure I can get it set up and start working on some new orders.

  I attach the trailer to the Jag and tow it out of the storage space. Opening the trailer, I go in and pull out the fireproof safe I keep with essential papers, passports, ID, cash and other important things. I set it against the wall in the storage locker and close it up, locking it once more. Closing the trailer, I jump back in the driver’s seat and head to my new house.

  I pull into the garage and unload the trailer, setting up things exactly how I like them. The box with the silver pieces I bring inside the house with me. Sighing, I get busy setting up the bedroom furniture. This time, I take my time. I’m rejuvenated by Carolyn’s offering, which is like the sweetest nectar one could ever taste, and I don’t want to expend so much energy that I get depleted again. I took a bit more from her than I did the time before, so I know it will be a few days before we can play again. Though I am half tempted to call her up and ask her to play anyway, just without the blood play, she is that delicious.

  Smiling, I shift the box of silver things to my bed. I pull out a pair of daggers. The handles are carved ivory, but the blades are silver. I’d also carved ivory sheathes for them as well, back in a time when ivory was an acceptable medium, and the elephants were plentiful.

  My mind turns to Carolyn, and I wonder what she would think of the delicately carved handle and sheath. Would she think them beautiful?

  Sighing, I set the daggers aside and pull out the decorative silver hand mirror and matching brush, setting them on the dresser. I made these not too long before I was turned. I’d meant to give them to my fiancée, but it was not to be. Nathan had murdered her as well as the rest of her family before my eyes and then turned me. I recall it with perfect clarity, watching him with Mary, enthralling her as Aubrey held me back. He took her virginity and ripped out her throat. I prayed for death that night. I thought it had come, until I finally came back into my right mind to find Nathan and Aubrey nearby, planning my fate. I don’t think he knew what hit him when I attacked, ripping his head from his shoulders. Aubrey, coward that he is, ran to alert his nestmates, telling them of my deed.

  I was in such blood lust at that moment, I tore through them like they were paper. A newborn vampire usually is not so powerful when they first wake, at least not that I know of. Still, I had been able to rip through the much older vampires easily, powered by my vengeance for my lost love. As I looked around, I noticed that Aubrey was not there. He’d run, seeing me destroy his nestmates. I’d thought about chasing after him, but I could sense the sunrise and instinctively knew that I would not survive the sunlight if I did not find a dark place to hide. I’d buried myself in an empty grave near my fallen friends that day. All day, as I’d slept, I’d dreamed as the battle raged on, somewhere to the south of me, but I was no longer a part of it. I was something else. It took me several more months to find a way to live my life the way I wished.

  For the longest time, I’ve thought myself a monster—what Nathan was, what he’d wanted me to be. A shifter hunter, he’d been saying to Aubrey when I woke that strange night. I had no idea what a shifter was at the time, but I recall thinking that anything that man wanted me to do was not something I wanted to do. Later, I discovered that shifters were people who could change into the shape of an animal and that most vampires hated them.

  Shaking my head, I come back to the here and now and sigh. That past, my past is not something I shared with anyone. I cannot say I am proud of what I did. And for a long time, I thought if I did share it with anyone, it would cause other vampires to hunt me. I had no idea at the time that vampires by nature often turned on their sires and brethren. However, it was not only other vampires I feared. I also feared the entire British Army. Because not only did I kill my sire and all of my nestmates—baring Aubrey who ran away—I’d managed to impersonate Lord Nathan Pettigrew and provide the colonists through those following years with enough British intelligence as I could to help us win the war. Benedict Arnold is the name everyone remembers here in the states, but I have a feeling Nathan Pettigrew is just as nefariously spoken about in Britain. At the end of the war, my commanding officers made the British Army aware of my duplicity, or rather Lord Nathan Pettigrew’s, and his family was stripped of everything. Land, title, riches, all of it. Apparently, it left Aubrey with nothing. I suppose there is no one left alive who would care anymore, but at the time, it had been a fear of mine, that my impersonation would cause the death of me. It wasn’t until just recently that I realized Aubrey wanted revenge. I just couldn’t be sure if he was finished with me or not. I must stay on my guard and hope that he stays away from me.

  My secret weighs heavy, and I wish that I could share it with someone. Thoughts of Carolyn flit through my mind, and I sigh. No, telling her would put her life in danger from Aubrey should he decide he’s not finished exacting his revenge. Putting myself in his shoes, I have no doubt he would be happy to see me lose everything again before he attempted to kill me. He would not succeed, of course. I would end him the same as I did my other nestmates. And besides, it seems she has her own secrets. I suspect there is more to her abusive ex. I frown.
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  As I pull the last item from the box, a silver picture frame with a portrait of my parents, I realize my feelings for Carolyn are stronger than they have ever been for anyone. I set the frame on my dresser and sink onto my bed. I set the box aside.

  After a quick shower, just before sunrise, I climb into my new bed with thoughts of Carolyn, her hand over the vibrator, saying, “Mine.” The thought causes me to smile as I drift off to sleep.

  Chapter 12

  Carolyn

  The sun on my face wakes me. I stretch and discover my muscles are very sore, but in a good way. I glance over at the clock and see I’ve missed my class. Again. I sigh. This is beginning to become a habit.

  The previous night’s activities play through my mind, and I realize, even if I wanted to go to class, I have no way to get there. My car is sitting in the parking lot of Club Toxic. Good thing I don’t have to go to work today. Maybe Bella can give me a ride over there later to get it.

  I climb out of bed and head into the bathroom. I remove the vibrator, which is like a tiny butterfly clipped to my clit. Smiling, I set it on the counter. I take a quick shower, washing my hair and conditioning it. Drying off, I admire the marks on my body that James made the night before. Thinking of him has me looking at the butterfly vibrator. I eye it, half wondering if he might try to use it on me today. Would he tell me beforehand? Maybe I should put it back on.

  That thought leads me to seriously consider staying here in Tucson. Picking up the butterfly, I head back to the bedroom and sink down on my bed, looking at it. Thoughts of Marvin go through my head. I am worried that he’s going to show up here, but I don’t want to give up my life here in Tucson. I love it too much. I’ve got a fantastic job, I’m close to finishing my master’s degree, and now there’s James and Club Toxic… and James… He’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a dom. Playful, caring, sexy. He makes my heart race, and after just two nights with him, I’m hooked. I don’t want to be with anyone else. I want to please him. I want to be everything he needs.

  Fuck. I’m halfway to falling in love with him!

  “I can’t leave,” I say out loud, fingering the butterfly. “If I leave, I’ll never know if we can make this a more permanent relationship.”

  Decision made, I reattach the butterfly and pull on a pair of yoga pants and a crop top. Since I’m not going anywhere, I don’t bother with underwear or a bra. I make my bed, find my purse and plug in my phone, which thankfully is message-free. I head into the kitchen and make myself some scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, and pour myself a glass of orange juice.

  I carry everything into the living room and click on the TV. I put on a documentary of the American Revolution on the History Channel and settle in to watch. I’ve always loved history. If I hadn’t gone into psychology, I would have gone into history and become a teacher, maybe a college professor. When the program ends, I shut the TV off, carry my plates into the kitchen and clean them off.

  Looking at the clock, I decide to call Bella and see if she’ll give me a ride over to Club Toxic to pick up my Blazer after she gets off from work. I head into the bedroom and unplug my phone now that it’s fully charged. Dialing, I head back to the living room and sit down.

  “Hey, what’s up?” Bella answers.

  “Hi, what time are you getting off today?” I ask.

  “Umm, around four, why?”

  “I was hoping you could pick me up and take me over to Club Toxic to get my car?”

  Bella pauses. “You went to Club Toxic without me and left your car there? Did you have a guest spend the night last night, you naughty girl!” She laughs.

  I blush. “Yes, James texted and asked me to meet him. We… um… we did a scene that was… intense, amazing… mind blowing.” I giggle. “I was too out of it to drive, so he brought me home.”

  “Wow! A scene, like on the main floor scene?” She sounds shocked.

  “Yes. Apparently, it was the only spot available, or so Theo said.”

  “And you agreed?”

  “James did tell me I could say no, but I thought, why not? I was blindfolded the whole time, so I couldn’t see them. We were way in the back in what Theo said is a VIP area, and honestly, I forgot they were even there until the end when I heard them applaud.”

  “Huh, well go you! Augustus has asked me to do one there too, but so far, I’ve said I’m not ready. Now I’m thinking if you can do it, I can.” She laughs.

  “Don’t do it because I did it, Bell—do it because it’s something you want to experience. I did it because James makes me feel safe, protected, cared for, you know?”

  “Sounds a bit like you’re falling for this guy. Care… are you?”

  I expel a breath and pause for a moment too long.

  “You are!” she says with delight. “Does he feel the same?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t know. Maybe?”

  “Are you the only one subbing for him?” she asks.

  “I… I don’t know. Maybe?” I frown.

  “Hmmm, well I know he’s new to the club. Augustus mentioned he was new. Said he’s from Canada. And he came alone, obviously, which is why Theo introduced you to him… and he’s done two sessions with you, so he must like you, right?”

  “True,” I agree, feeling a bit more secure.

  “I’ve been going to Club Toxic for weeks now. I only ever sub for Augustus, but I know he isn’t exclusive. I mean, he’s bi, so… yeah. And he likes to do voyeur scenes, so he doesn’t call me for that. He’s asked, but I’ve declined, so far. I like Augustus, but I’m not, you know, in love with him. It’s really just pleasure and sex.” She laughs. “Hell, maybe I should see about getting matched with another dom—maybe one more permanent.”

  I grin. “Are you sure you want to give up the hunky looking Augustus who treats you like a princess when you’re not down in the dungeon?”

  She giggles. “No, he is a whole hell of a lot of fun.” She full-on laughs, and I hear her slap a hand over her mouth, at least I think that’s what she’s done. “Shit! Care, gotta go, pick you up after work, bye!”

  Laughing, I hang up the phone. I look outside to admire another pretty day, and it’s only two o’clock. I still have two hours before Bella finishes work. I decide to grab my laptop and work on the assignments I missed. Luckily, everything is posted online, and I can watch the video of the lecture I missed. I head out to my balcony and sit out in the sun, well, in the shade; if I sat in the direct sun, my fair skin would freckle so much, I’d look like Pippi Longstocking.

  I spend the next two and a half hours working on my class assignments. I’m nearly finished by the time Bella knocks on the door. I get up and move to the door, carrying my laptop with me. I push the intercom to check. “Hello?”

  “It’s me, open up,” she says.

  I pull the door open and smile. “Hey, give me a minute. I need to submit this assignment and lock up.”

  “I’ll get the sliding glass door. You send the assignment. Augustus texted…he wants to see me tonight. I think I’m going to tell him I’ll do a scene. What do you think?” She bites her lip.

  “Bella, I told you, if it’s something that you want to do, then do it. Don’t do it just because I did.”

  “I know. And I think I do want to do it... I’ve just been chicken. I mean, the thought of people watching kind of makes me hot… but you know, it’s also a little scary. How did you get through it without freaking out?”

  “James blindfolded me before the curtain opened, so I never even saw them. And he made me feel like it was just us, you know? Well, for the most part, he did make one comment about wanting us to put on a good show for our audience,” I recall, as my face becomes warm. “But we were already in the middle of the scene by that time, and I didn’t have much time to focus on that.”

  Bella bites her lip. “Um, can you tell me some of what… you know… what did you do?”

  I blush harder. “It was sensory play; he hung me from the ceiling, a bar between my l
egs, so I couldn’t close them. So you know…rope, some sort of wheel with sharp points, a paint brush, oh and blood play…”

  “No sex?”

  “Well, just oral. James didn’t undress.”

  “Wow…” she commented, blinking at me. “So it really was all about you, huh?”

  “Well, I think the blood play turns him on, and I think he gets off on making me come. That first night, he mentioned it, and I told him I’d never had an orgasm with a man, and I think he took it as a personal challenge to make me come over and over again.” I laugh.

  “Wait, you never told me that, that you’ve never… geez, Care, I should have talked you into going to Club Toxic sooner!”

  I laugh again and put on my shoes. “If I had gone sooner, I wouldn’t have met James. So maybe it was the right time.”

  “The perfect time, sounds like.”

  I grab my phone and my purse, and we head out to her car. “Thanks for taking me. I know you want to get home and get ready for tonight.”

  “I do, but I don’t have to be there until ten. So I have plenty of time. Wanna grab dinner?”

  “Well…” I think about it, I’m not really dressed to go anywhere fancy, “How about we get some take out and go back to my place? I’m not exactly dressed to go out.”

  She looks over at me. “You look fine. Come on, we’ll go to China Bistro. They don’t care how you’re dressed.”

  “Okay,” I say, thinking about the fact that not only am I not wearing a bra or underwear, I am wearing that vibrator. It would be just my luck to be sitting in the restaurant and James to choose that moment to turn it on.

  Chapter 13

  Carolyn

  We pull into Club Toxic’s lot, which is almost empty, just my Blazer and another car. I get out of Bella’s little sports coupe and head over to the driver side of my car. Unlocking it, I climb in and put on my seatbelt. Quickly, I pull out my phone and text James.