House of Immortal PleasuresCopyright © 2010 by Katie SalidasThis book is for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY. It contains substantialsexually explicit scenes and graphic language which may be considered offensive by some readers.
Showered, fed, and mentally ready for his duties, Connor waited in a darkened corner of his room: Romantic Fantasy 123.
The room was adorned in various shades of crimson. Humans loved the vampire fantasy, so the House of Immortal Pleasures made sure to deliver. The queen-sized bed, set in the center of the room, was covered in rich cherry, micro-suede fabric. Black, wrought-iron rails made up the headboard and footboard, and hand-cuffs coated in plush fabric were attached and ready for use. Drapes of red, gossamer fabric canopied the bed while various lit candles, on shelves, completed the romantic feel.
Connor tapped his long fingers on the top of a chest sitting next to his wing-back chair. The large, wooden box contained all the tools of his trade. Anything necessary to fulfill his customer’s fantasies: lotions, potions, whips, and chains. Connor was a master of each and every sexual aid created. He wondered for a moment if he would have need of these items tonight. Maybe the cat o nine tails, he mused. A sinister grin crossed his face.
His supernatural hearing picked up the sounds of people moving through the house. Sighing, one last night, he reminded himself.
Unlike other slaves in the house, he was not allowed to roam the grounds to entice customers to join him. Connor waited while his women were hand-picked by Alexander. Connor had a reputation for being the best at what he did. Alexander used him many times to up-sell customers into more expensive services.
He sat waiting, like a caged zoo animal expecting his dinner. His eyes locked on the door waiting to hear the tell-tale footsteps. It didn’t matter what customer was presented to him tonight; he knew, for better or worse, she or he would be his last.
As if he had willed it, two pairs of footsteps echoed in the hallway. The knob turned and his door creaked open. A shaft of light streamed in from the hallway, highlighting the bed.
Connor made sure to stay hidden in the shadows. He wanted it to appear as if the room was empty. It was all part of the routine. Having been instructed to play upon the vampire mystique, when it was time, he would appear in the shadows and his entrance would be grand and overly dramatic.
Alexander entered first, holding onto a petite woman. Chestnut hair fell in front of her face, creating a curtain effect that blocked Connor’s view. Not that it mattered. Ugly or pretty, he would do his duty, though he did hope she would be attractive. That would make his job a little easier.
The tang of alcohol permeated the air. He had no doubt that Alexander had coaxed her out of the shelter and relative comfort of the downstairs bar. That was his way. He never passed up an opportunity to drain drunks of all of their hard-earned cash. If he couldn’t suck their blood, he would suck their wallet dry. That’s why he brought her to Connor. No one could say no to him.
The woman trembled under Alexander’s steady grip.
“If you will have a seat here…” Alexander used his most calming and persuasive voice to ensure her complacency. “Your creature of the night will attend to you shortly.”
Connor knew it was only Alexander’s numinous tones that kept women from running to escape his less-than-attractive visage.
As expected, she did as instructed, and perched on the edge of the bed. She made no argument or protest though her racing heartbeat and trembling hands gave away the nervousness behind her silence. She reached a shaky hand up, and brushed the hair from her face revealing beautiful emerald green eyes and lush, red lips.
Connor sucked in a silent breath.
Thank the gods for sending me such a beauty for my final customer. His eyes swept down from her face to her full breasts. Her cotton top had not been buttoned all the way, leaving a generous view of the creamy skin of her décolleté.
The woman drew in a slow, deep breath, exhaling loudly as Alexander turned towards the darkened corner. He would easily be able to see, with his preternatural vision, Connor, sitting in the wing-back chair. Fixing him with a menacing glare, Alexander nodded curtly and walked toward the door.“Enjoy your evening, my dear,” Alexander said, stepping out of the room, while pulling the door closed behind him.
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