Chapter One
Vamp’s Bordella
Maine, U.S.
“Undress and climb onto the bed. Put on this blindfold, lie facedown and drape yourself with the sheet provided. The males will be with you shortly.”
The males will be with you shortly. Mati Smith shivered and felt the stirrings of her fangs threatening to unsheathe. She dare not gaze down at the lush pink blindfold the female attendant placed on the silky black sheets. Dare not lose her self-control. At least not yet.
Oh vampire gods! She was really going through with this. She had come here, to Vamp’s Bordella, a pleasure house nestled deep in the Maine woods, hidden by a vampire-induced mind veil. Outwardly, humans and the uninvited saw only wilderness. Invitees, on the other hand, were welcomed by a gorgeous two-story red-brick building. It was a place where male vampires pleasured females. A safe place where she could act out those naughty fantasies her two psychic vamp lovers entertained her with through the mind link the three of them shared. Italian lovers she could never be with again because it was much too dangerous. Her owners, the Blood Slavers, still hunted her, and she knew they would kill the males she loved in order to get to her. That threat had kept them apart for over a century.
“Please, remember. No biting or feeding on your part is allowed. Those are the rules we specified,” said the attendant.
Disappointment shot through Mati like a meat cleaver. She nodded and smiled tightly. Many decades ago she’d enjoyed biting and nourishing herself while having sex. But she certainly understood the rule of the bordella. With males pleasuring so many females in one day, they would be too weak if they allowed each female to feed from them.
“Enjoy.” The attendant smiled with a warmth that almost unraveled Mati’s restraint. The female was very young and smelled of sex. Tall, slender and gorgeous with bright-blue eager eyes and long, straight black hair that reached her midback, she reminded Mati of herself in her younger years. Years filled with pain and an intense craving for freedom.
Unpleasant memories of being bound and chained rose up inside her. Of being used by vampires who preferred to dine on female vamps instead of humans. And she’d been owned by an endless array of males. Owned and used.
“Your first time here?” the attendant interjected as she hesitated by the door, watching Mati curiously.
“Yes.” And most definitely her last. She should not have come here. Should not be breaking her number one rule of no sex with males. But she’d had little choice. Weeks ago she’d awoken one morning with this overwhelming urge to come here and experience physical sex with males. She’d heard of this place but had never seriously considered it. Until recently. She’d fought the urges for as long as she could. Finally she’d given in, knowing she would drive herself insane if she didn’t follow through on her experiment.
“You’ll be fine,” the attendant reassured.
Was her nervousness that obvious?
“I will let them know you will be ready in a few minutes.”
Mati nodded and the attendant quietly closed the door behind her, allowing Mati to breathe a sigh of relief and inspect her surroundings more closely. It was a pleasantly decorated room. Two walls were mirrored and a white concrete and tile fireplace took up the far wall. In the hearth, a warm gas fire burned, its orange flames bringing a spark of cheer to her unusual nervousness. From the ceiling hung a white chandelier, the small, quaint buttery lights dimmed to a very low setting and a couple of white rugs canvassed the honey-colored pine floor.
In the middle of the room stood the one massage bed. Large posts adorned each corner and Marti’s breath caught as she spied the silver eyelets in various areas along the posts. Eyelets that held black leather straps to restrain her body while the males took turns with her.
She needed a whole lot of pleasing. In her
Vamp’s Bordella
Maine, U.S.
“Undress and climb onto the bed. Put on this blindfold, lie facedown and drape yourself with the sheet provided. The males will be with you shortly.”
The males will be with you shortly. Mati Smith shivered and felt the stirrings of her fangs threatening to unsheathe. She dare not gaze down at the lush pink blindfold the female attendant placed on the silky black sheets. Dare not lose her self-control. At least not yet.
Oh vampire gods! She was really going through with this. She had come here, to Vamp’s Bordella, a pleasure house nestled deep in the Maine woods, hidden by a vampire-induced mind veil. Outwardly, humans and the uninvited saw only wilderness. Invitees, on the other hand, were welcomed by a gorgeous two-story red-brick building. It was a place where male vampires pleasured females. A safe place where she could act out those naughty fantasies her two psychic vamp lovers entertained her with through the mind link the three of them shared. Italian lovers she could never be with again because it was much too dangerous. Her owners, the Blood Slavers, still hunted her, and she knew they would kill the males she loved in order to get to her. That threat had kept them apart for over a century.
“Please, remember. No biting or feeding on your part is allowed. Those are the rules we specified,” said the attendant.
Disappointment shot through Mati like a meat cleaver. She nodded and smiled tightly. Many decades ago she’d enjoyed biting and nourishing herself while having sex. But she certainly understood the rule of the bordella. With males pleasuring so many females in one day, they would be too weak if they allowed each female to feed from them.
“Enjoy.” The attendant smiled with a warmth that almost unraveled Mati’s restraint. The female was very young and smelled of sex. Tall, slender and gorgeous with bright-blue eager eyes and long, straight black hair that reached her midback, she reminded Mati of herself in her younger years. Years filled with pain and an intense craving for freedom.
Unpleasant memories of being bound and chained rose up inside her. Of being used by vampires who preferred to dine on female vamps instead of humans. And she’d been owned by an endless array of males. Owned and used.
“Your first time here?” the attendant interjected as she hesitated by the door, watching Mati curiously.
“Yes.” And most definitely her last. She should not have come here. Should not be breaking her number one rule of no sex with males. But she’d had little choice. Weeks ago she’d awoken one morning with this overwhelming urge to come here and experience physical sex with males. She’d heard of this place but had never seriously considered it. Until recently. She’d fought the urges for as long as she could. Finally she’d given in, knowing she would drive herself insane if she didn’t follow through on her experiment.
“You’ll be fine,” the attendant reassured.
Was her nervousness that obvious?
“I will let them know you will be ready in a few minutes.”
Mati nodded and the attendant quietly closed the door behind her, allowing Mati to breathe a sigh of relief and inspect her surroundings more closely. It was a pleasantly decorated room. Two walls were mirrored and a white concrete and tile fireplace took up the far wall. In the hearth, a warm gas fire burned, its orange flames bringing a spark of cheer to her unusual nervousness. From the ceiling hung a white chandelier, the small, quaint buttery lights dimmed to a very low setting and a couple of white rugs canvassed the honey-colored pine floor.
In the middle of the room stood the one massage bed. Large posts adorned each corner and Marti’s breath caught as she spied the silver eyelets in various areas along the posts. Eyelets that held black leather straps to restrain her body while the males took turns with her.
She needed a whole lot of pleasing. In her
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