Page 23 of The Vampire’s Prey

“Excellent. Up.” In a fluid motion, she rises up. With her head still down, she gasps her hands behind her low back and waits for further instruction. “Bring my bag to the bar and leave it there for me. That will be all.”

With a quick, “yes sir, “she heads off to do my bidding. Evangeline has a leery look in her eye.

“I don’t think I can do that as pretty as she can.” A slight blush tinges her cheeks. “I’m not exactly a size two and graceful.”

Frowning, I point the floor. “Kneel.”

“But I...”

“There are no buts here. Only master, sir, or god. Now, I said kneel.” It takes her a moment to get into position. Though she is right about not being quite as graceful, she still overwhelms me with how gorgeous she is. “You will remain like that until I order you otherwise. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, sir.”

I step away from her, gazing down at her kneeling form. Oh yes. I can get used to this. Pain lances through me as I force myself away from her head over to the bar. This is not a good sign. I cannot get attached. I canNOT get attached. Next to the bar, I see my bag all ready to go. Excellent!

“Tasha dropped that off for you, but she didn’t say if you wanted something to drink, sir.”

I glance back over at my charge. From what I can tell, she is still kneeling and keeping still. I let myself sit with that feeling of pride for just a moment before coming back to reality.

“You know what, I will take what is on tap.” Normally, I do not like to drink and play. However, I can tell this is going to be a long session, and I need all my faculties around me.

“Here you go, sir!”

I give the blonde a passing nod before grabbing the shot glass and turning back around to face my beautiful princess. The lights hit and bounce off her body, showing off every luscious curve and dip. Bringing the glass to my lips, I take it in one gulp. The blood hits my tongue and rolls through me. I needed that more than I realized.

“Another.”

I keep my eyes trained on my prize as the next glass is handed to me. One more gulp. The blood fortifies me. Turning back around, I set the glass carefully on the bar before picking up my bag and heading back over.

She is a vision, just sitting there waiting for me. If I am honest with myself, and less than selfish, it would be prudent to leave her there for someone else. Or better yet, not even engage in the first place. The moment I set my gaze upon her though, I knew I was destined to have her. She is my forbidden fruit, and I demand my taste.

Standing in front of her, I contemplate how this evening should go. Normally, when I choose a meal, it is a quick affair. Blood slaves do not require coddling or conversation. They’re there to serve and service me. This morsel, however, will need to have care taken. I can’t just take my fill of her without giving her something in return.

I’m conflicted. If I were back with my nest, there would be no need to train a woman in what I like or need. They would already know. They would be trained for it. Maybe that is why she draws me so. She is fresh and able to be molded in the image I want. I circle her kneeling body, ideas and scenarios swirling about in my head. What to do with her. If I knew we were together for the long haul, I would commence with training her in the manner of a true bake-onna. However, we have both concluded that today is our one and only. Is there a point in training her then?

My cock answers that question with a hard thump against my pants. The idea of training her, molding her, bending her to my will is an aphrodisiac I have not tried yet but want to desperately. My last pass about her body leads me to stand right in front of her. Kneeling down, I flatten out my feet and sit on my heels. My knees are about two or so fists apart.

"Look at me."

Her head tips up, her eyes shining in the light. Has she been crying? I brush my fingers against the soft skin of her face to find it dry. Thank goodness. The last thing I need is to cajole my dinner. A slight pang goes through my chest. She's more than just dinner though, isn’t she? There is still a part of me that wants to drink my fill and leave her be. The greater part, the lonely part, wants to snatch her up and make her mine forever.

Never in my centuries have I ever wanted to make another vampire. Yet, here we are. Just one look into her eyes is enough to make me want to cast all my beliefs aside and claim her as mine. It is an uncomfortable feeling. So I sit there, eyes closed for just a moment, to do some breathing of my own. Meditation is my go-to for calming me. Funny enough, it doesn't help so much right now.

She’s too close to me. Her scent invades every pore. The longer I sit there, the more I have to have her. It’s as if the blood I drank earlier did nothing to satiate me. Her. She is the one. I am sure of it. I open my eyes back up to see her staring everywhere except at me. Chuckling, I grab her chin and force her gaze back to mine.

"When you are with me pet, you will keep your eyes on me unless instructed to do otherwise. I am your center of focus. Your God. Remember?"

She delights me with one of her many blushes. Before this moment, I haven’t felt the intense need to cause embarrassment or mental discomfort; however, with her, it’s as natural as taking blood for breakfast. I live for these small moments and count them as victories in tearing down her defenses.

"Yes, sir.” She tries to avert her gaze, but I cannot allow it.

"Eyes on me."

Her arms twitch behind her as her whole body squirms. "But I…"

“You were so trepidatious about your punishments earlier. Are you really so eager to add to them?"

The quick back and forth whip of her head makes me chuckle again.