We walked into the bar that I had dreaded coming to, but Master made me come. I was in no position to argue with Him. I stood rigid behind Him, holding His hand tightly. I knew He would protect me, so I wasn't afraid of the surroundings.

This was the first time I had been in a vampire establishment, and it did not disappoint. The lighting was dark, no surprise there, and the music was a classic rock song, I believed it was, something about danger lurking in every corner. And it sure was here. The posters hanging on the burnt-red brick walls were from Classic vampire movies from the 50's and 60's. I found that odd. This wasn't MGM. There were real Vampires here. People were milling around the bar, where a short, bald vampire was serving drinks. I couldn't ignore the tribal tattoos decorating his entire upper body, which was bare; his arms were also thickly tatted.

"What would you like to drink, Connee?" Master asked me, looking directly into my eyes, sizing up my nervousness.

"I would just like a coke, please." I wasn't too concerned of His reaction, as on many nights before when He granted me a night out with Him I refused an alcoholic drink. Tonight was no exception.

"Very well," He replied, no discontent in His voice, and gave the order to the barkeep.

I looked around more as we waited. I could immediately tell which were human and which were vampires; most humans didn't have fangs, but the ones that had the cheap, fakey ones were obviously trying to impress someone. The real vampires were pale, stern looking, almost threatening, even the look in their eyes were different. Then I knew which ones not to look directly in the eye to avoid being glamoured. Master had done research on the bar and vamps in general, and warned me of the proper protocol for a place like this. Every one of them was permanently scarred into my brain.

Master carried our drinks to an unoccupied table, set just on the outside of the booths near the small dance floor. There was only one couple dancing, and from their movements alone I knew which was which. The human woman appeared to be a hooker, although I'm sure she wasn't. Those that took to the vamps tried to fit in, and overdid it terribly. The vampire, on the other hand, was incredibly gorgeous and had the body of a light-weight boxer.

I noticed another vampire behind the dancers. From my peripheral vision I could see the man had sandy blonde, shoulder-length straight hair. There was a woman standing beside him, her hand propped on the back of the chair, looking over their domain, I assumed. But just the aura of those two creatures was magnetic.

I looked at Master, ashamed of my thoughts, because He was the only one I was interested in there I was observing others. "So, what do you think?" He asked curiously.

"It is exactly as I had pictured it, Sir, if that makes any sense."

He smiled. "Is there anyone here that suits you?"

"What?" I asked surprised at His question. I knew my tone gave away my thoughts. "May I speak freely, Master?"

He was speculative for a brief moment, looking deeply into my eyes. "You may."

"The Vampires are attractive but in an odd way. It's more curiosity of their lifestyle, not by any means sexual. I am with the one I want to be with.

He smiled widely and His eyes softened. "Thank you for your honesty. Slave, what are your thoughts if I chose to be with one that is here in this place tonight?"

My thoughts reeled. How could He ask me such a thing? He had never, ever challenged me with that before. I found it frightening that He had then, especially there. "Master, I would be disappointed if you left me here alone, but you are free to do so. I know if I were in any trouble while I waited, you would protect me." Although I averted His gaze, I could feel Him searching my face, and even from out of the corner of my eye I could read something in it that told me I had said the wrong thing, although I again was honest with Him.

He leaned in slowly, placed His thumb and forefinger over my slightly elongated chin and whispered in my ear, "Yes, I am free to do just that. But if I did leave, I would not leave you alone." He leaned forward. "Look at me, slave." I did so, trying my damnedest not to show apprehension. "There is someone I would like you to meet. I trust that he will keep you safe."

So, He wasgoing to be with someone in the bar. I fought the urge not to look around to see who had caught His eye, but I didn't really want to know. "Yes, Master. Thank you."

He rose, took my hand and led me to the man—no, the vampire—that was sitting on his seemingly appointed throne, then able to see the woman more clearly. She was tall and beautiful woman, one I would have loved to see the color of her eyes. Both their eyes were fixed on me, though I dared not look into their eyes. I could feel them staring at me, and it made me tense. Oh, what have I done to be in this situation?

When Master stopped, I stood at His side, my eyes glued to the floor before me. "Good evening, Eric Northman," Master said with a small bow. "Pam." He knew these vampires?

"Daniel," Eric replied, his voice low and extremely alluring. "Who do you have for me this evening?"

What the hell? This was pre-planned, apparently, and there wasn't a damned thing I could do about it.

"This is my slave, Connee Byers," He said, and I could feel Master's breath on my neck.

"Evening," I croaked then swallowed hard.

"Hello, Ms. Byers," he said, a bit of sarcasm in the 'Ms.' "Well done, Daniel. Thank you for this gift."

I wanted to shrivel up and die. I sure as hell wasn't used to being thrown around from one Master to a vampire.

Without realizing it, I found my hand tightening around Master's and shuffled my feet nervously, only loosening it when He knelt down beside me. His mouth was close to my ear, His head turned towards Eric. "If you'll excuse us a moment, Eric, Pam, it appears I must straighten out my slave, here."

"No problem. If you have any difficulty, I have a whip that I believe will clear up any . . . uncertainties on her part."

"Thank you," Master replied and pulled me away to a deserted section of the bar and roughly pushed me against the wall. There were a few edges of brick jutting out that dug into my back. I tried, unsuccessfully, not to wince in pain. "Slave, is there a problem?"

Shit, yes! There's a major problem. "Nno, Master," I answered, unable to meet His angry eyes.

"Look at me, slave." It took me a few seconds to do so. "You have humiliated me, and I will not stand for it. Do you understand?"

My eyes burned as I fought back tears, but I couldn't prevent my body from shaking. "Yesss, Master," I muttered.

His face softened and He gently laid His hand on my cheek, rubbing it softly with His thumb. "Connee, I have not brought you here as punishment. It is an experience I hope you would enjoy." My eyes never left His. "I have no need or desire to explain to you the circumstances, but I have agreed to give you to Eric tonight, as I said."

A single tear dropped from the corner of my eye. I nodded, but couldn't tell if it was intentional or from my body shaking so badly.

"What you will do for me, for Eric, and for that matter Pam if she so desires, is be their submissive for the evening."

"Master?" I asked, not sure if what I heard was correct.

"He will take you away shortly, while I remain here. You will do as he says, everything he says. Do you understand?"

I wanted to say no, that I didn't understand and run the hell out of there, but I hadn't been trained that way, not by Master Daniel, my first and only Master that had ever trained me.

"You do find him attractive, do you not?"

"Nno, Master," I answered, a little too quickly, I was sure.

He pressed his body closer to mine, making it a little hard to breath. "Do not lie to me!" He yelled angrily. "You know what happens …"

Yes, I knew all too well what happened when I lied to Him. I waited until He was done explaining to me my punishment. "A little."

"Good. You understand I am your Master?"

"Yes, yes, of course, Sir!"

He smiled. "I have no doubt of your faithfulness and obedience. Like I said, you must obey him, and do anything he asks."

Then He had gone too far. I was a smidgen away from screaming my safe word, but stood my ground, as I had been working on recently, much to my ass's chagrin. "Nno, Master."

"What did you say?" He spat, showering my face with His spittle.

"May I speak freely?"

"No, you may not." He stepped back, crossed His arms and glared me down, and I knew I was done for, but at least I could breath. "Is it important?" I nodded. "Then do so."

"I cannot with any clear conscience be with him, Master! I am yours. I give myself to no one but you!" I pleaded, sincerity flooding in my voice.

Surprising me, He pulled me into His arms and wrapped them around me. He pressed my head into His chest, and I returned the sentiment, relaxing a little. I felt, for the first time since walking into the damned bar, safe.

"My little girl," he said sweetly, "You have not disappointed me. The one rule I have given Eric is that he cannot penetrate you, and he cannot disrespect that. If he does, you must, and will tell me."

I smiled. "Yes, Master." What exactly have I agreed to?

He pulled my head back gently and looked over my face. "You're welcome. He knows the appointed time to return you to me. He will not harm you, slave Connee." He wiped the final tears from my face. "Now go into the restroom and wash off your face. Meet us back at Eric's … chair."

I nodded emphatically. "Yes, Master."

And He did the sweetest thing, something He rarely does, but that makes me fall for Him all over again. He bent down, slowly, our eyes locked, and kissed me gently and lovingly. Then He smacked my ass, which made me giggle nervously.