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.
Just past twilight, Connor rose from his daylight sleep to the sound of his boss, Alexander, yelling and pounding on his door.
“Get up you, lazy piece of meat.” The brothel owner’s voice carried clearly through the thick, wooden door. “You have a job to do.”
With a heavy sigh, Connor stood. He chose not to bother with clothes; he had nothing to hide after ten years of servitude in this house of ill repute. He strolled over to the door, stark naked and opened it to face his soon-to-be ex-master.
“It’s my last day, Alexander. I expect you to remove my restraints.” He pointed to a thick, metal collar around his neck. “Before sunrise.”
“When your services are complete, I’ll remove it, and not a moment sooner.” He waved a hand dismissively at Connor. “Don’t make me go to the council and inform them you’ve been acting out again. They might just lengthen that sentence some more.”
A low, feral growl rumbled in Connor’s chest. His lip curled to a sneer, revealing one of his sharp fangs. He turned and slammed the door.
“Be ready for customers in one hour,” the owner shouted. Loud, quick-paced, clomping footsteps told Connor that Alexander was already on his way to harass someone in another room.
Connor hated being an indentured servant to the House of Immortal Pleasures. A cruel punishment sent down from the leaders of the vampire council. Since they had been discovered, vampires and other supernatural beings had attempted to merge with normal society. Killing was strictly prohibited. Because of an accident—one small lapse in self-control—he had been sentenced to years of hard labor.
He could still see her face. Her deep, mossy green eyes; they had their own captivating power, though she was no immortal, and never would be.
She had been a beautiful woman. The only one he’d allowed himself to get close to after being turned. Guilt pulled at his heart. He’d never meant it to go that far, but he couldn’t resist the temptation. Her blood was like sweet honey. As a newly-made vampire it had been such a struggle to abstain from drinking too much. She’d begged him to taste her; kept urging him to drink as they made love. He knew better, but in the throes of passion he’d let his guard slip, and drank too much.
It was a cruel but fitting punishment that he’d been sentenced to the House of Immortal Pleasures as his penance. He had learned quite a bit of control over the last ten years.
Connor stepped into a shower, letting the hot water run across his body. His muscles relaxed and he sucked in a deep, calming breath. Showers were his private sanctuary, the only clean and pure thing in this ill-gotten place. He reached for a bottle of liquid soap and lathered his chest, arms, and legs.
Taking special care to thoroughly clean all of his important parts, he reached down and stroked the length of his cock a few times. Tiny ripples of delight ran up his body as his cock thickened—inflating in his hands. Water poured down from the shower head, raining teasing drops on his sensitive tip. He sighed with contentment, squeezing tighter with each stroke as a wave of pleasure rolled through him. One more night, that’s it. Just one more and you’re free, he thought.
Images of the various women and men, he’d been forced to service, flashed into his mind. He deflated in his hands. Groaning loudly, he leaned his head into the tiled wall. He didn’t want to do this anymore. He could not stand this life. Connor would rather meet the dawn than be forced into more years of pumping the morbidly obese, bi-curious businessmen or housewives with their ‘bite me in the neck’ fantasies.
He knew the owner of this house, Alexander, was not ready to let him leave. That greedy bastard would find any excuse to make him stay and serve him and his customers forever. Connor had to force himself to do this one last time. He would give Alexander no reason to make him stay. No unsatisfied customer, no complaints would stand between him and freedom.
With his dick now limp in his hands, Connor silently whispered a vow. This night would be his last night. He would either be set free, or he would meet the dawn.
He squeezed his limp shaft again and slowly stroked himself. Concentrating on the feelings of pleasure his hand created, he pushed down the repulsive images trying to leach back into his thoughts.
His body responded, shaft thickening and lengthening again, becoming almost painfully hard. He thumbed the tip of his cock and filled his mind with images of big, beautiful tits and a tight, warm, wet pussy. Gently he stroked himself, increasing the pressure of his hand with each movement. Imagining himself thrusting into a beautiful woman his strokes became faster. Pleasure coiled tightly in his abdomen, ready to explode. He stroked harder, squeezing tighter, until a powerful climax forced a feral growl of pleasure from his throat.
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