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.
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Two
shots down, thank God. Daphne swallowed the second stinging gulp of
alcohol. A warm fuzziness spread from her stomach, enveloping her mind, but it
did not diminish her anxiety over being in this place. Kerri and Jamie had been
teasing her for the last twenty minutes, loudly reading off more descriptions
from the menu of various pleasures with feathers, leather, teeth—
“And don’t forget, deep, hard
penetration,” Jamie announced so loud that a few of the other patrons turned
and looked in their direction.
“Oh, yeah, she needs some of that!”
Kerri responded before both girls broke into squeals of girlish giggles.
Feeling the weight of eyes on her
from all around the room, Daphne tried to hide herself again behind the menu.
Though she tried to deny any
interest, Daphne’s panties were soaked with evidence of arousal. The warming
effects of the alcohol had done nothing to lessen the ache still pulsing and
demanding attention between her legs. Daphne wanted nothing more than to go
home where she could be free to satisfy those throbbing urges in privacy. She
smiled at the thought of a date with trusty, old B.O.B, her favorite toy. He
was the only ‘man’ who never let her down. He didn’t demand any special sexual
acts. He never made comments about her body or weight. And he lived only to
serve her, as long as she kept the batteries charged.
Heat flushed her face, warming her
cheeks. Daphne dropped her gaze to the empty shot glass in her hand. No matter
how much the thought of sex tempted her, she could not bear to share herself
with someone else. Daphne knew if she let someone else in, let another man get close
to her, he would toss her aside when she failed to satisfy him. Just like Ken
did.
“You’re falling behind, Daphne,”
Jamie slurred. Somehow more drinks had appeared on the table. Jamie licked salt
from her hand, knocked back her drink, and then sucked on a lemon wedge before
thrusting another shot into Daphne’s hand.
Great,
now my ride is drunk. Daphne groaned in frustration. She looked over to
find Kerri but couldn’t locate her. This sent a streak of worry dancing down
her spine. She knew Kerri would be just as drunk as Jamie. What if some sleazy vampire suckered her into going upstairs?
Jamie stood up, shaking her hips,
dancing to the music. Daphne pulled her back. “What are you doing? And what
happened to Kerri?”
“I’m right here,” Kerri said,
appearing out of the crowd as she walked toward them. “I brought a friend.”
Behind her, a tall, pale man
followed. He looked everything like a vampire from a horror movie. Stringy,
raven-black hair cascaded down from his head to his shoulders creating a stark
contrast to his pale and emaciated face.
“Greetings, ladies. My name is
Alexander. I am the proprietor of this establishment. I do hope you are
enjoying yourselves,” he said casually. Though his appearance was lacking, his
voice carried a pleasant and almost melodic tone. “I noticed you beautiful
ladies have been sitting here, unattended, for quite some time.” He frowned,
just slightly and turned to face Daphne. “Is there a problem? Are you having
issues deciding on your entertainment for the evening?”
Jamie reached into her purse and
whipped out her gold card like a shop-a-holic at a one-day-only sale. “Give my
friend here the works,” she slurred as she slammed the card on the table.
“Whatever she wants. I want her to come home walking funny.” She grabbed another
shot and downed it, screwing up her face as she swallowed.
Daphne groaned, smacking herself
hard in the forehead. “Please stop. This is so embarrassing.”
Kerri too, pulled out a credit card
and tossed it on top of the first. “And if she doesn’t have enough, use this.”
“No. I don’t want this. You guys,
stop.” Daphne slammed her fists onto the table. “This has gone too far.”
The gaunt man smiled, showing a
hint of fangs beneath his thin lips. His eyes locked onto Daphne’s. “It would
seem your friends desire you to have a good time.” The room fell eerily quiet;
the sounds of the other patrons and loud music faded to a low muffle as she
looked into Alexander’s eyes. The casual drawl in his voice was smooth and
enchanting; a stark contrast to his lack of handsome features. “Why turn down
such a generous offer?”
A thick layer of fog rolled into
Daphne’s mind as she stared into Alexander’s eyes, amplifying her drunken
state, making her feel relaxed. Suddenly, despite her revulsion at his
appearance, Daphne felt the need to agree to whatever this man wanted.
“Please, Miss, do not insult your
friends generosity,” he coaxed, gazing deep into her eyes. At the same time, he
extended a hand to help her out of her seat. “I believe I know just what you
need.”
She accepted the offered hand,
allowing Alexander to pull her away from the table. The two girls cheered as
she stood up.
Daphne glanced back nervously at
her friends. Two men, no doubt vampires, were already scooting into the empty
places in the booth next to them.
Alexander wrapped his arm around
Daphne and escorted her up a set of stairs at the end of the bar.
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