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It was a long night in Hollywood. Id spent most of it slithering in and out of drunken or high, twenty somethings at raging clubs off of Sunset.

The newest club was divided into three sections, rock, house and some form of hip hop by unknown artists that did nothing but assault my ears and make me wonder when they would begin to bleed.



Id spotted two delicious gents standing with a third much less attractive male on the way into the club as everyone was standing in line for entry. I hadnt paid much attention to the first of the original three who was standing behind me saving their spot. Matter of fact i was examining my perfectly painted red nails until i heard the english accent from behind me. The sound immediately caught my attention, as i processed the melodic and smooth male voice.



I turn, leaning against a brick pillar behind me, watching the tallest one silently. Fascinated. He was very tall, at least six three. Long black hair that nearly touched his butt, and blue eyes a girl could loose herself in.

Eventually, he realized they were being watched, and glanced in my direction, his attention obviously redirected from their previous conversation. As my new fascination approached, closing the few feet between the four of us, i smile slowly and speak warmly to him.



"What brings you boys all the way to hollywood?"



"We've been on a tour of the states, so far we've been to New York, Texas, Arizona and now here.



I smile again at his obvious excitement and nearly purr as i speak. I was laying it on...Thick.



" Well how are you enjoying the sites here so far?"



The first to speak, the one with the long hair, shoots me a charming smile, " Im absolutely fascinated by them so far" he says, obviously not talking about the architecture of the city.



His accent, already having captured my attention, holds it ruthlessly. I inhale deeply, finding his scent among the many scents of the city. Its masculine, almost spicy...definantly delicious.



"Im glad you think so, how long have you been here?"



"only two days, were here for another three weeks and then off to Washington DC. " He says as he pointedly closes another couple of inches between my body and his. I continue smiling, nearly purring with pure lustful excitement as my beast begins to rise to the surface. Shes only lurking now, but i can feel her sliding beneath my skin. Waiting.



As the line behind me begins to move forward to allow us entry, i turn and smile at the door man.



"I need an ID ma'am"



I laugh softly, raising a delicate brow as i gaze at him silently, waiting patiently as my lower lip slides from between my ivory white teeth.



He smiles slowly, a cocky grin on his chubby face as he extends his arm, waving me through the darkened doorway. I hear him ask for the gents IDs as they move up to him and then follow shortly behind me through the door. I continue on down the hall, without turning, knowing he'd follow. Up the stairs, and into the smoking room i walk. I find a seat near a huge pane glass window that overlooks the city, and settle there crossing my legs one over the other as the three of them enter the room and walk towards me. The first of the three, the one behind me originally, clutches the tall ones arm stopping him in his tracks.



"shes strange...there is something not right about her, im telling you man, leave it alone." Even though it was not meant for my ears, i heard him from across the room as though he were whispering to me rather than my tall one. At least one of them has some sense of self preservation I think silently.



I smile triumphantly as my tall gentleman pulls his arm from the other mans grasp and continues on, towards me. The other man shrugs with an exasperated sigh and leaves the room, the other Englishman following suit.



As my new playtoy closes the last few steps between us, seating himself near me, I turn towards him with my best concerned expression.



"your friend looks a bit upset, is there somthing the matter?"



"No" he laughs" He's just paranoid and gets upset when he isnt the center of attention."



"Ah...makes sense. But you'd think he'd be used to it with you around" i say with a warm smile.



The man blushes....and i laugh softly under my breath.



"so, tell me your name" i say as i pull a pack of smokes from my purse and lite one.



"Derick" he says, as he watches my lips pull from the cigarette, leaving a round red kissprint around the tip.



"i like that name" i say as i scoot closer to him, tracing one red nail in a circle over the top of his denim clad thigh.



He smiles and i stand slowly, growing restless. my black lace skirt shifts around my thighs as i toss my cigarette to the floor and step on it with one spiked stilletto. I extend my hand to him, and smile seductively, "Dance with me"



As we walk to the dance floor, his hand moves from a courteous gesture at the small of my back, slowly down, tracing the curve of my left ass cheek. I purr softly under my breath, and turn to him closing the distance between our chests quickly.



As we sway in time to the hypnotic trance music that blares around us, his hands again find my ass, this time clutching both cheeks in his palms.



Twenty minutes later, im pushing him against the tile wall of the last stall in the womens bathroom.

As he pants for breath, i feel his pulse quicken, i can nearly hear his heart beating. My beast rises to the surface, quickly and ruthlessly. She takes over and i loose myself in her feline instincts.



My hands slide up his sculpted abdomen, tracing each indention with fingertips and sharp nails as i leave a red trail of kisses over his jaw and down his neck. He moans and turns us around, pressing my back against the wall. My beast goes nuts.

I growl lustfully in his ear as he picks my legs up, wrapping them around his waist. I lock my ankles behind his back, my fingers threading into his beautiful raven hair as he fumbles with my top nervously.



Annoyed, I yank the sheer top over my head and as it floats the the floor we're no long two people, but one.



I silence his cries with my own mouth, swallowing his moans of ecstasy and cries of pain with passionate kisses as my claws leave the skin on his back in shreaded ribbons.



As i pull the sheer top back over my head and black lace bra, i glance down at him on the stone tile floor, unbreathing and still.



"At least he left with a smile" i say to myself with a soft giggle as i rinse my hands in the sink. I walk out of the bathroom and back down the stairs, out of the club, and into the crisp night air.



I glance up at my beautiful moon, and smile as i purr with satisfaction.

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MistressVampire
02:59 Nov 16 2009

love it

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Risque
00:19 Apr 18 2010

excellent describes all of your stories

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"What do you want..."





Salvation.





"What do you crave?"





Hope.





"What do you seek?"





Peace.





She rests her forehead on the floor, knees folded under her belly, red hair sprawled over her back, and tumbling to the floor beside her shoulders as the fire flickers behind her in the hearth. Her back shakes, as she sobs in silence. She hears his steps as he walks closer. The soles of his heavy boots scrape the floor as he comes to a stop just before her head.





Palms on the cold stone floor she brings her naked body up, hair in her eyes, she looks at him. In silence. In despair.





Two fingers under her chin, he tilts her face, looking down, and deeply into her sullen blue eyes. Eyes too old for her age, to turbulent for her sweet serenity. His gaze rakes over her battered face, down her bruised neck, pausing at the thudding pulse racing in her neck. Like a tiny bird, it occurs to him. Her eyes beckon him, plead with him to take her. Help her, free her. Keep her.





With a sharp nod, he speaks. His tone velvet. A symphony of spoken notes.





"Stay with Me. I will keep you safe."





Her torments and tormentors flash through her mind, the hurt...pain...silence in despair. She looks to Him. Her eyes score his face with their intensity. Her mind pleads with her to run, but she has no direction. No destination. No purpose.





A gift to him she was. A trophy for his collection. A prize...an object.





"Run and I will hunt you. Hide...and I will find you." These words were laced with unspoken promise. A promise of punishment.





His last words to her, strike fear into her heart. Send a slithering shiver up her spine, raising the delicate hairs on the back of her neck. With a silent nod, an no eye contact he sends the man who'd drug her into the room away, as he closes the door silently, she can feel the evil mans eyes on her back. Already she's made an enemy in the Manor.





What will you do with me?





The two fingers holding her chin are removed as he turns his back on her, pacing around her like a great cat. Stalking. Watching her. Her heart flutters in her chest as she realizes she feels bereft...untouched. Alone.







"I will keep you. Here. With Me." He stops behind her, one callous finger gently tracing a swollen bruise across her back, He pulls away as she cringes from his touch. "Who did this to you?"





Again she touches her forehead to the floor, trained to speak to the ground not the one speaking to her.





My Master.





"You will never refer to him as your Master again. He is wicked. Full of deception and hate."







"I am your Master now"







Kneeling beside her, hands gentle on her shoulders, he lifts her body into a sitting position, looking into blue with green. He strokes her hair from her face, careful of her battered cheeks, and traces his thumb over her jaw, feathering it across her supple mouth.





"Do you hear me?"





Yes.





"Do you understand what that means?"





No.





"It means you will learn to please only me. Never another."





Yes.





As her eyes bore into his own, she wraps herself tightly around his heart. So delicate...so alone. So vulnerable. Never again would anyone hurt her. He would keep her safe. Teach her, nurture her, and watch her grow into the slave she should have been.

I’ve called you….leaving you a soft spoken…almost cold message to come to my house as soon as you get this.



When you pull into the driveway of the house…the front door of the house is standing wide open… On walking into the house, its obvious that no one is home….there are no lights on, and its silent. You walk slowly through the house , noticing that there is a note pinned to the bedroom door with what appears to be a small dagger or stiletto… as you walk closer…it begins to grow very obvious that on the blade of the dagger…and dripping down the letter, is blood.



Slowly you take down the paper, grasping the blade and wedging the knife from the wooden door. In growing horror, you realize that the note reads something terrible…. “ If you ever wish to see your blonde beauty again….be she dead or alive….be at …..” as you read the address listed on the paper, you realize with a growing dread in the pit of your stomach that you know where it is …



As you race back through the front door, at a dead run for the car, your heart begins to sink low into your stomach with worry.



A short drive , minutes that feel like hours, you arrive at the address marked on the bloody paper, driving at break neck speed the car winds up a twisted driveway, dark trees on both sides as the sky begins to slowly turn black. When the house comes into sight, you throw the car in park…not even bothering to close the door, you run to the French doors of the dark two story Victorian home, throwing them both open with both arms…the bloody note still clenched tightly in your fist. Upon entry into the darkened interior of the home, you notice a soft glow of light coming from a room somewhere upstairs. Walking slowly, cautiously across the foyer of the huge house…you also notice that it is as silent as death itself, and decorated in goth style vintage furniture…black sconces line the walls that lead upstairs , black taper candles glowing softly in each of them.



Walking slowly up the stairs…each step like a leaden weight on your feet… you reach the top floor, looking around you carefully for the glowing light that you saw from the door. As you creep down the hall slowly, you realize that all of the doors are closed but one… and from that one door comes the soft lit glow your looking for.



As you approach the room, it becomes apparent what the glow is from…..hundreds upon hundreds candles all different shapes and sizes, some in candelabras, some set on mirrors and some even on the floor, covering every available surface excluding a huge canopy four poster bed. The one thing in common? Their color…..black as the night sky. On closer inspection of the room you realize there, in a darker corner of the room lies…..what is that?



A coffin…you walk closer to it…noticing its color first, it is also black. Your heart begins to pound as you near it, looking at your own horrified reflection in the black lacquered wood, pulse thudding in your neck and wrists. When you touch it, your fingers sliding slowly over the smooth surface, your pulse quickens…pounding in your ears as you slowly open the lid…. ever so slowly…dread building in your mind… and heart. As the lid lifts slowly, revealing first my hand…then my torso and body slowly your heart drops like a rock, adrenaline and terror speeding through your mind and body. I lie there…absolutely still as death, dressed perfectly in a black boned corset cinched tight enough to draw my waist into a perfect hour glass, a sheer black lace garter, black thigh high stockings, and stilettos. Your eyes are immediately drawn to my face…so pale, so still…all except for my bright red lips and dark lashes like lace on my cheeks, you reach down slowly…touching my cheek first…just the barest of feather light touches. Fear and heartache begin to overcome you as your fingers touch cold skin…until…wait….you notice soft movements from my chest, just a bare rise and fall of my breasts over my corset……



My eyes flutter open, my lashes italian black lace on my deathly pale flesh. Blue studies you, intense, seeing the world with a new light, an aching hunger as you feel the heat of my gaze rest on your thudding pulse. my lips curl slowly, into the grin of the cheshire cat...tiny canines sharp and deadly peaking behind my sweet mouth.

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SkieShauphen
07:55 Nov 15 2009

This is quite enticing. Had me itching from the start. Keep up the good work. :)

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She walked in the door, looking her best. Nervous. Shy. So excited, she could barely breath. As she crossed the lobby of the hotel, stillettos clicking loudly on the marble floor, she pulled her trench tighter around her curvy body, inhaling its familiar leather scent deeply to calm herself. Knowing that the people so mundainly walking around her would be shocked if they knew what was under it. She'd spent hours prepairing....For Him. Taking time to pay attention to the smallest detail of her make up, her eyeliner perfect, lipstick...flawless.She'd washed and combed her hair, curled it, styled it, it was a beautiful wine red, half way down her back, the color she knew He loved. The whole ride to the hotel, in the cab...she'd shivered in anticipation. Wet and needy. Her silk thong soaked. So many conversations, so many words to bring her closer to Him. All leading up to this moment.



As she entered the elevator, she glanced her own reflection in the golden metal walls of the box. Full cupids bow lips, red. For Him. Big blue eyes rimmed with long dark lashes. Wide, with anticipation and a slight fear of the unknown. As the elevator opened slowly, with a ding to signal she'd reached the fifth floor, she stepped slowly from it, stillettos quiet on the carpeted floor. She walked up the hallway...counting the numbers in her head, 201....202...203....204....finally she reached room 205. His room. He'd come a long way to see her. Wanted her there....at 5pm sharp. She was early. Ten minutes early. She hesitated, knowing He expected precision. She walked back down the hallway, to an exit that lead to a smoking landing. She opened the door, inhaling the freash air, like a drowning woman. Shaking, she pulled her cigarettes from her purse, lit one and stowed the pack back into her bag. She could feel her damp panties against her skin, her clit already swollen, her entrance already slick for Him. As she stood, shivering in the fridged air, she checked her watch...five minutes to go. She finished her smoke, inhaling the last drag with a deep pull and extinguished the butt in a tall ashtray beside the door. As she walked back down the hall, slowly, killing the last few moments of her freedom, she took her purfume from her clutch purse and sprayed it, over her coat, and on her neck, and put it away just in time, to arrive at His door.



She knocked once, as instructed prior. And waited. Seconds seemed like a lifetime, as she waited for the door to open. Moments passed. She began to wonder if He were really here...did she have the right room? The lock turned, she jumped, and He opened the door. He was everything she'd hoped He'd be. Tall...much taller than her. Long, beautiful hair trailing down his back, and over his shoulders onto his broad chest. Auburn. Dark. She instantly wanted to burrow her hands into it. His eyes were storm clouds alive. Grey, turbulant, intense. Staring into her very soul. She inhaled, her lips parting to speak, but she could find no words. He stepped to the side, His muscular arm making a slight sweeping gesture to invite her in.



As she stepped into the hotel room, and turned, He closed the door, and turned to face her, staring at her like a stalking predator. She stood still, eyes downcast. Her purse clenched tight in her small hands, trembling with them as she turned and set it down on the table. He came from behind her suddenly, placing His hands on her shoulders, leaning close, inhaling the scent of her hair like a large cat sniffing prey and then spoke. His lips against her ear, hot breath blowing tendrils of her hair against her neck, sending shivers clear to her toes. His voice was velvet notes, sinful, inticing, everything she'd imagined as He asked her if she had done as He asked. She nodded slowly, "Yes Sir.", she said softly, anticipation making her voice husky. "Well then...Let me take your coat." He said as He began to pull it from her shoulders gently, she untied the waist, and allowed Him to slip it from her pale arms. He drapped the leather trench over the bed and pulled something from His pocket as He circled her , like a stalking cat, inspecting her outfit. Surveying what was His. She had dressed for Him, exactly as He had directed. Black stillettos, black thigh high stockings and the red garter and corset He'd sent her in the mail. As He stepped towards her, face to face, He tilted her chin up to look Him in the eyes..."Thats my good girl." He said as He clasped her new steel collar around her neck.