After I refreshed myself in the bathroom, I did as I was told and walked back to Master, who was standing beside Pam. She was whispering in his ear and grinning wickedly. I took a deep breath and stood in front of Eric, gathering as much courage as I could. As I have done with Master Daniel, I did to Eric, to let Master know that I understood what He wanted me to do. I knelt down on one knee, staring at Eric's feet, waiting for his instruction.

"You are well trained, slave," Eric said. I could hear pleasure in his voice, but I remained silent. "You may answer me when I have spoken to you, and only then."

I nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Eric whispered something to someone, although it was so low I couldn't understand the words. Another whisper, feminine, Pam I assumed, then Master said, "Yes, but remember …"

A split second later, Eric told me, "Look at me."

I hesitated. Big mistake. I knew there was only one rule with Eric that Master had given him, but I had remembered he told me not to look into his, or any vampire's eyes. Then it dawned on me. Eric probably asked Master if he could have me look into his eyes.

Before I could even obey and look up, Eric grabbed the hair from the back of my head and pulled it back so roughly I winced and gasped, but quickly closed my mouth. "I said look at me," he barked, but I already was. His eyes were a beautiful blue, and regardless of the death glare he was giving me I was lost. "When I give you instruction, you are to listen," he emphasized.

"Yes, sir."

"I have promised your Master I will not glamour you, and I will not. Are you afraid of me, submissive?"

"Yes, sir."

The corner of his mouth curved slightly. "Good. It will do you well to remember that."

He stood up, extending his hand to me. I took it, and he pulled me up to my feet with little effort. Stepping beside me, he dug his nose into my hair close to my neck. "Hmm, you smell tasty." Master had never played such head games with me, and honestly it turned me on a little.

Placing his arm around my waist, he led me to the dance floor, and the few that were dancing immediately flew off the stage. He turned me around quickly and pulled me to him. Without even thinking, I put my hands on his shoulders and looked at his neck, just because I was afraid of meeting his eyes again. He started to lead me, our bodies moving slowly to a song that didn't even register to my ears. His scent was strange—wild, stronger than musk, powerful, if power has a scent. But Eric sure did.

"Your Master has told me a lot about you," he said softly in my ear. His voice was so low and gravelly it sent shivers down my spine. His breath was cold, too, making the tiny hairs on the nape of my neck stand on end. "He is very happy with you."

"Yes, sir, and I am with him."

"Would you ever leave him?"

Okay, just when I thought another question wouldn't make me swallow my tongue. I pulled back and looked at his chin to avoid his eyes. "No, never, unless He didn't want me anymore." I'd never thought those words, much less said them before.

"You avoided my eyes. The tell-tale sign of a liar," he accused.

Addressing him directly that time, I replied, "Then I'm sorry for that, sir." I hadn't realized the tone in my voice was rude in a manner never to be used with a Dominant or Master. I never can keep my mouth shut when I should.

He laughed, which wasn't the response I thought he'd give. "Point taken. Tell me, what will your punishment be if you ever talk back to me?"

"Spanking, sir," I answered as he began spinning me around faster and faster. I wasn't even sure how my feet were touching the floor.

"Oh, really? A lot of slaves like to be spanked for pleasure," he said a little disappointed.

"Yes, sir, but not me."

"Fine. You have used your one free card."

I nodded and forced a weak smile. "I understand, sir. Thank you."

Before I knew it my hair was flying loosely behind me, and I found my shoulders going back, my hands behind his neck, locked tightly. I must have looked at him frightened because he put both hands behind my shoulders as we continued to whirl. It wasn't fast enough to make me sick—in fact, I started to laugh and smile. If this was as close to flying as I would ever get, I would be happy.

Abruptly we stopped, and I looked into his eyes, a huge smile plastered on my face. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes," I said with a giggle. "Thank you, sir."

"You are welcome," he said as he led me back to his throne.

I was looking for Master to see His reaction, but He wasn't there. I felt a knot in my stomach the size of a basketball. I didn't like it. But I noticed Pam was still there and looking at me smiling. I wasn't sure if it was a good smile or a bad smile.

"Don't you just love fresh meat?" Pam asked Eric as we approached her. Her voice was low, slow and highly seductive.

"More than life itself," he snickered. "Pam, would you like to join us?"

Again with the damned mind-numbing questions. I had never told Master I was interested in being with a woman, or being dominated by one, much less a female vampire! Well, maybe that wasn't Eric's plan. One could only hope.

"Yes, I would like that," she told him.

"I will check with Chow to make sure things are running smoothly," she continued as she walked away.

"Connee, I feel a bit of tension from you, now that your Master is gone. Are you a jealous slave?" he asked curiously, looking over my face intently.

"Yes, sir, well, no sir, not really jealous. It's just that I've never been . . . without Him in a situation like this."

"I will take good care of you, slave." I nodded. "Do you trust me?"

I hesitated. WHAP! Eric had hit my right ass cheek hard, so hard it stung. I closed my eyes briefly at the pain and replied, "Yes, sir, I trust you." Did I mean it? It didn't really matter, did it?

Without a word, he took my hand rather roughly and rushed me out to the back of the club, throwing me against the wall just as Master had done. "Hmm, you don't like it rough, do you?" he asked when he noticed the expression on my face.

"No, sir, not usually."

"Not usually?" he repeated, one eyebrow raised, amused, I assumed. "We shall see about that." He pulled a black leather blind fold from his back pocket and without asking me—not that I'd object—placed it over my eyes and tied it in the back. "Can you see anything?"

As I have done with my Master, I turned my head every which way to make sure no light came through. I learned my lesson the hard way once when I lied, being able to see a little motion. When Master figured it out, let's just say I couldn't sit for a week. "No, sir," I answered truthfully.

"Excellent. Follow me. There will be steps going down, but I will be in front of you. Take your time and watch your step."

"Yes, sir." I wish I had a shot of Bourbon when Master asked me what I wanted to drink!

After we took the first step, Eric closed the door behind us and I followed, slowly and carefully. I made it down the wooden steps, nine by the count of Eric's shoes hitting each one. I could smell no dust or mildew, nor was there a musty odor like in most basements. But then again, it wasn't any old basement. It was completely quiet; even the music and noise from the club upstairs couldn't be heard—which meant no one could hear me if this Dom vampire desired to have me as a cocktail.

He put his cold, huge hand on my elbow and slowly walked me to some location in the room and had me stop. For several seconds, I heard nothing in the room, no breathing, nothing. Hmm, maybe I'll ask Master for sound-proof ear plugs.

Several more seconds passed, and I still couldn't feel him around me. I plucked up my nerves and stood with my hands behind me, as I always did with Master. I finally heard feet scuffle beside me and felt his tall, erect, cold body press against my back, but I didn't flinch forward. My hands touched his shirt so I clasped my fingers tightly so I wouldn't touch him. A frigid blast of air hit my neck, and I inhaled deeply. He smelled so good, although I noticed nothing when we were dancing. But then again, I had one less sense available to me, which made my others extra alert.

I heard a click from behind me but didn't recognize the sound. My breathing started to become heavier, and I grew hungry for some touch from him, or word, anything. Then there was something sharp on my neck—no, two sharp needles pressing against my neck. Automatically I leaned my head over to allow him access. He seemed to like that. Cool, damp lips lay on my skin and instantly I knew what they were. His teeth—fangs. He applied the tiniest bit of pressure, though not enough to penetrate my skin, and it grew hot, or was that me? After a second the spot where his fangs were was replaced with his cool tongue lapping, taking the slight sting away. I felt my head lean back into him but not my body. I was doing my damnedest to control my breathing, but it was increasingly becoming difficult.

"You are tasty," he cooed in my ear.

When I couldn't find air for the proper response, there was that damned smack on the ass. I gasped. "Thank you, sir," I croaked.

"Much better."

He leaned away from me, and I listened intently for where he was going next. Within a second, not even a bat of an eye, if my eyes were not blindfolded, he was before me. Not that I felt him, but the whoosh of air gave him away. I picked my head back up and waited for what was to come next. It must have been the back of his fingernail that traced from the top of my collarbone up and over to the soft spot in my neck. I shivered and felt chills go from my crotch down both legs to my toes. The fingernail continued down my breastbone to my cleavage, just above the 'v' of my blouse.

"Breath," he told me. I did so, not realizing I was holding my breath. He then brought both of his hands to the top of my blouse and one by one, slowly, painfully slowly, began to unbutton it. When the back of his fingers brushed against my exposed breasts, I took several shallow breaths because my body was starting to scream at me. When the last button was done, he brought his flat hands up from my waist, over my breasts, up to my neck. I leaned my head back—that was automatic with me, nothing wrong with giving him more room to roam. "Relax your arms. Bring them to your side."

"Yes, sir," I replied and did just that.

Something tugged at the strap of my bra behind me. It fell off exposing my breasts to Eric. Wait, his hands were on my neck. How—oh, Pam! Help—wait, hmm, forget that. Her cold hands explored my back, from the small of my back to my shoulders. She might have been a vampire, but I had to admit that the feel of a woman's soft, gentle hands on my back felt good, different. Her fingers kneaded my shoulders, helping me to relax.

With Eric's hands still on my neck, he told me, "Open your mouth."

I obeyed and lowered my chin, surprisingly excited. With my heart pounding, his cool lips met my hot lips, and he growled from the back of his throat. It scared me at first, but then I returned his kiss. I could feel his fangs against my tongue, so I stuck out my tongue slightly and gingerly brushed it against the tips that were exposed.

Barely realizing what Pam was doing behind me, I felt her thumbs slide under my skirt and pull it down in one fluid motion until they lay at my feet. She said, "Bring one foot up." I did so, and when she smacked my other ankle, I raised that as well. Then I was completely at their mercy, and vulnerable, oh, so vulnerable.

I never broke contact with Eric's lips, nor did I want to, but he then immediately pulled back, much to my disappointment. Pam took my hand and led me to another place, stopping only a few feet away from where I was. I could feel them still beside me when something soft wrapped around my neck, and I knew it was a collar. I wore a collar when Master and I were home, alone, but never with anyone else. When it was snapped into place, Pam asked if it was too tight. "No Ma'am," I replied, surprised my voice was shaky.

"Good girl."

Soft leather cuffs were then placed on my wrists as well as my ankles, all within a single heartbeat. How can they move so fast? It only turned me on more. At the same instant, each took my hand and forcibly, though not painfully, brought my hands up and secured me to a suspended bar, I could only assume.

"Spread 'em," Eric ordered me to widen my legs, and I was thankful to hear his voice again. "Pam and I have to leave for a moment, but we will return."

What? No, no! Their feet scuffled to the stairway, and I listened intently to determine if they were indeed leaving me. Footsteps ascended the stairs. The door closed. I had never told Master that I hated the feeling of abandonment, to be strung up and forgotten for hours on end, or even days. And I certainly wasn't a happy camper then.

But they returned only minutes later, not saying a word about their absence. I relaxed, releasing my hands from the bar. Then for the next several minutes, both of their hands roamed my body, freely, touching every inch of me—except the particular spot that needed the most attention. I know, I was bitching about being left behind, but I had also grown wet as hell. At times they changed their rhythm, and after a while I couldn't tell who was touching what because it felt like a million hands were on me. My breathing was then heavy and my heart was pounding in my chest.

"Oh, Eric, did you forget to turn the heat on for our little human sub?" Pam asked wickedly.

I wasn't cold. I was burning up as a matter of fact. But when her fingernail scraped over an erect nipple, I gasped. It didn't hurt, I was just unprepared.

"Doesn't look to me like she needs any heat," Eric snickered.

"Why don't you warm it up, anyway," Pam said, and I heard her heels click a few steps back.

"It would be my pl—" He never finished his sentence because he dove onto my nipple, his cold, moist tongue flicking the very tip of it rapidly. I tensed and grabbed the bar above me, digging in my heels for what was to come. With his lips only, his tongue then removed, he pinched my nipple hard, but I didn't complain. He worked it for several moments before he grabbed my unattended nipple with his thumb and forefinger. My clit hardened and my pussy began to grow even more moist.

"Do you like that, submissive?" he asked, briefly removing his lips before plunging back to them.

"Yyyeess, Sssirrrr," I said breathlessly.

He continued to work my nipples, both growing big and hard, almost too sensitive then. When he would lessen the pressure, he came back and pinched them again, alternating the pressure on each one. My knees began to wobble, and I was afraid they would go out on me. But I held steadfast, afraid of any repercussion, because I certainly didn't want this pleasure taken away from me.

While he continued, I felt fingers brush against my crotch, but I couldn't tell if it was Eric or not. The particular position Eric had to have been in would have prevented him from the access. Pam. It was Pam. The tip of her middle finger stayed right at my entrance, and she tweaked it twice before slowly trailing up to my painfully swollen clit. I whined when she applied pressure to it then flicked it quickly over the right lip, which is my particular favorite spot.

"Hmm, Eric, she is so wet," Pam said. "Do you think she's ready?"

Ready for what?