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Once back in her car, she leaned over and kissed
him on the cheek. “Thanks for dinner. I was so hungry.”

“You didn’t eat enough to feed a bird.” He turned
the ignition and pulled out of the parking lot.

“I couldn’t. This corset is tight. It’s almost
cutting off my breathing. So where are we going next? I know I’m new to the
area, but this doesn’t look like the way to the beach club.”

“You’re right. We are going to
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. I have business to take care
of first.”

“But, I have to meet my brother at ten. Will we
make it in time?”

“Uh, it will be tight. We should be able to make
it. Don’t worry. I’m sure he’ll wait for you. If we run late, I’ll send word to
the other club.”

“Okay. I guess that will work.”

Randy had talked about the private club when she
first arrived, making her anxious to see it. Although he said the rogue
probably wouldn’t be there, she didn’t know Stefan was right about that. A
possibility always existed. Who knew what this rogue had in mind? Besides,
curiosity piqued her interest. Derek told her the club admitted members only
but she could go as a guest. The thought of going to a private vamp club
sounded intriguing on its own, let alone the bounty hunt aspect. The night
shaped up nicely.

Twenty minutes later they walked into
Transfixed
. Alex immediately noticed a
big difference between this vamp club and the beach club,
The
Black Rose
. The
classy scene absent in the first club unfurled in front of her. The lights were
low and intimate. The small, individual nooks were tucked along the perimeter
of the multi-leveled room with the expansive bar at the center. The colors of
blues, purples, and mauves, with touches of black and white throughout gave it
a sensual and erotic feel.

The club interior engulfed her complete attention
almost to the point of transfixion.

Stefan held his arm around her waist, pressing his
hand at the small of her back. His thumb made small circular motions along the
center of her spine.
Hmm.
They proceeded through the club at a leisurely pace.

“Why aren’t we sitting at a table? Is your
business in the back offices?” she asked, wanting to sit and take in the
ambiance of the room.

“We’re going to the backroom.”

“The backroom?
What’s
that?”

“You’ll see.”

Within a brief moment they stood at a door guarded
by a large and burly man dressed entirely in black. Alex sensed he was one mean
vampire and wouldn’t want to oppose him by herself. It would take her dad and
two brothers to take this one down.

“Good evening Master Stefan.” The big vamp didn’t
crack a smile to Stefan. His stare slowly washed over her, giving her the
creeps.

“How is the crowd tonight, Anton?”

“Not bad sir.”

“And my package from Sorin, has it arrived?

“In the office, waiting for your
inspection.”

“Good.”

Anton opened the door he guarded. Alex was
apprehensive, yet excited. The backroom had to be more than administrative
offices behind the mystery door. The way Stefan said “You’ll see” sent shivers
down her spine.

And there was more, much more. Like what was the
package waiting for Stefan’s inspection?

Chapter 8

A surprised look fell across Alex’s face. The
backroom’s décor had an artistic edge. Soft jazzy and sexy music played through
the sound system. The front of the club was stylish, but the “Backroom” had
real class and sophistication. Crystal chandeliers, deeper tones of the same
blues and purples and black flourished the interior. Lots of black leather on
the walls and upholstered furniture gave a seductive and provocative
juxtaposition to the calming colors. The lights were dimly lit, lower than the
front of the house, and the only images visible in the dark were shadowy
couples in booths around the room. Her eyes had not adjusted to the dim light
of the dark venue to make out the shapes of a few scattered tables and chairs
populating the center. A small bar area off to the far side and what appeared
to be a stage area toward the front had a few people standing around, nothing
out of the ordinary. On one side of the stage, a long table with a deep purple
cloth draped across and a weird contraption, which looked like a sawhorse. Her
dad had one in his workshop, except this one here had padding. Alex had no idea
what it would be used for.

Was this an entertainment venue, like a comedy
club or magic show?
Or karaoke?
She laughed inwardly.
Yeah right, singing vamps and vamps cracking
jokes. Now I know where Stefan gets his humor!
A snicker escaped her
throat.

Stefan guided them toward a booth near the back
away from the entrance with a view of the stage area.

“Now, be a good girl, Alexandra. Remove your top.
I want to see you in your new corset.”

Wide-eyed and stunned, Alex crossed her arms. “Are
you kidding? I don’t think so. This is a public place. I don’t strip down to my
underwear.”

“You will because it will give me great pleasure
and because it is part of your punishment. If you continue to disobey me, I’ll
be forced to have you remove your slacks and show me your new panties as well.
Do you intentionally want to disobey me?”

Incredulous, she stared at him, not sure whether
to believe him or not. “This is a joke, right?”

He glared back, without a word.

After a few moments of staring each other down,
neither giving ground, they were interrupted by the waitress.

“Good evening, Master Stefan. Can I get you your
usual tonight?”

“Good evening Sheena. Yes, and one for my…hmm,
what shall I call you tonight? Medena, yes I’ll call you, Medena. You can bring
her a Virgin House Special.”

“Very good.”
The cute
scantily dressed waitress said.

“Okay, I get it now Stefan. I’ll play along.” A
sparkle in her green eyes and an upturn of her lips told him what he wanted to
hear without saying a word. “I will obey you.” After seeing how Sheena dressed
and the manner everyone addressed Stefan as Master, she figured he was into
role-playing with her.
Oh, what the hell,
the corset I’m wearing isn’t too revealing and probably could be worn on the
outside.
Tugging on the hem of the top, she pulled it up over her head,
removing it.

He grinned. “Good girl. I’ll be back in a few
minutes. Stay here and keep that mind of yours quiet.” Running fingers over her
cheek, to chin, he lifted it and brushed lips, lightly across hers. Releasing
her, he walked toward the back of the stage area.

Slipping into the cushiony, buttery soft black
leather booth, she folded her top neatly and placed it on the seat. Wearing
only underwear, she fidgeted in the seat. Although substantially covered, she still
felt naked, exposed to strangers.

Sheena returned with the drinks.
“Two House Specials.”

“Oh, tell me that isn’t what I think it is
Sheena.”

“Two House Specials, one is a virgin.”

“A virgin?”

“No blood.”

“Oh. Okay. Could you bring me a draft with a shot?
I’ve had the House Special and I don’t like it.”

“Uh, Medena, right?”

“Huh, oh yeah, Medena.”

“Are you looking to disobey Master Stefan on
purpose? You like to be punished?”

“No. Why would ordering a draft get me punished?”

“He’s Master Stefan and what he says goes. No
different than Master Gregori. They run things around here. You don’t defy
them. He ordered for you. That’s what you drink.”

“I’ll deal with the consequences. Please bring me
a draft and a shot of whiskey Sheena.”

“Okay. I guess you like to live dangerously.”

Yeah, I do.
You have no idea Sheena.

The music from the surround speakers stopped and a
dead silence fell over the room. The lights on the stage area glowed and a
stocky man dressed in black jeans and long-sleeved shirt walked out onto the
stage. A spotlight followed his figure.

“Ladies and gentlemen, come feast your eyes on our
lovely beauties tonight. Watch the masters bring complete pleasure to their
submissives
. Our first couple is a true master and slave
pairing to watch and admire.”

Alex sat straight in the seat and didn’t hear
anything the announcer said after hearing him say master. “Oh my god, this is a
sex club.”

Her eyes finally adjusted to the dim lighting and
she surveyed the room, shifting in her seat to get a better look around, to
actually take in every nook and booth. Most were hidden from view except those
exposed in the center of the club. The air reeked thickly with sex playing out
in the shadows. Her hunter senses alerted and so did her carnal wants and
desires, transfixed by the sights, sounds, smells, and the anticipation of what
would happen next.

Naked people, a mix of human and vampire, occupied
the booths.
Good lord, a lot of naked
people. And doing, whoa, no I didn’t see that.
Embarrassed, she looked
away, and looked back.
Yeah, I did.
Good Lord.

A few booths over, a woman moved around the table
and dropped to her knees, her breasts spilling out of her bra, her lacy thong
revealed bare buttocks. Her head bobbed up and down while sucking on the penis
of a man or vampire, Alex was uncertain of which he was. Seeing only two legs
of a man dressed in dark trousers extended out from the booth made it
impossible to tell.

Across the room directly in front of her, another
woman sprawled out on a sofa, totally naked except for a studded collar around
her neck, while another woman also wearing a collar and black patent thigh-high
stiletto boots knelt between the reclining woman’s legs, licking earnestly. A
naked man with only a mask over his head, came around from behind the sofa and
knelt behind the woman doing the licking, took his penis in hand, stroked it a
few times and pushed it into her wet pussy. Upon his noisy entry, she moaned
and wriggled her ass, adjusting it to accommodate his thrust while continuing
to pleasure the woman on the sofa.

“Good Lord, the show on stage hasn’t even started
yet,” Alex mumbled.

The emcee left the platform and the lights slowly
went down and the entire room went pitch black for a few seconds. Music played
in the background softly, an upbeat jazz selection. A beautiful, fair-skinned
blonde woman emerged from behind the dark shrouded drapes onto the stage,
wearing what appeared to Alex as black straps wrapped around her breasts and a
black thong with black thigh-high boots. A fully masked, bare-chested man
followed behind her and appeared to speak to her, except Alex could not make
out the words.

The tall, muscular man led the woman to the large
purple cloth-covered table in the center of the raised platform and motioned
for her to get up on the table. After complying, the man instructed her to sit
back on her heels and clasp her hands behind her neck and not move. The young
woman’s full luscious breasts were thrust out and quivered with the nipples
hardening in the cool air.

Alex squirmed in the booth seat, overwhelmed with
shock and disbelief as the scene unfolding in front of her. She never believed
a public display of sex, let alone bondage sex scenes could completely turn her
on. Judging from her wet pussy, it definitely did. Watching was intensely
erotic and frightening at the same time. Reaching for the Cognac Paradis, the
virgin one, she took a sip and licked her lips.
Damn. That’s still hard to take down even without the blood.

The masked dominant man stood in front of his
slave and gently moved her thighs wide apart exposing her blonde pussy to his gaze
as he gently stroked her taut belly. He cupped her heavy breasts and tugged on
her nipples while stroking her long blonde wavy hair. Telling her to put her
forehead down to the tabletop, her smooth soft ass thrust high up in the air,
he suddenly pulled her cunt lips wide open and inserted three fingers in her as
he played with her clit. The room instantly filled with panting moans.

“You will not move unless I give you permission
woman, do you understand?” he demanded of the slave.

The master’s deep voice sent chills through Alex’s
body. Her pussy clenched again, compelling the ingestion of another sip of the
cognac in an effort to relieve a dry throat as well as the anxiety of building
arousal. Her heart raced. For the first time in her life, she understood what a
voyeur felt watching the woman on stage get whipped into an orgasm.
Damn, is there something wrong with me?
Something terribly wrong.
I wasn’t brought up this way.

Looking around the room, she temporarily pushed
the thoughts out of her mind. Fortunately, no one noticed her agitation. They
appeared to be engrossed in their own play scene or the one unfolding on stage.

The woman on stage squealed as the masked man bent
his head and squeezed her left nipple, pinching and twisting it hard. Alex felt
her own
nipples twinge. The role play had an
unbelievably dramatic effect on her body. Could this be a vampire mind control
trick? If so, it deserved a formal report to the Hunter Council. And a new rule
to write in the books? She took another sip of the House Special.

“Here’s your draft and whiskey shot, Medena.
Master Stefan is still in the back. Maybe if you finish before he gets back
he’ll never know you ordered it. I’ll keep a watch,” Sheena said.

Alex smiled. “You’re cool. Thanks. I think I can
handle him.” Before Sheena left the table, Alex grabbed the whiskey shot,
knocked it back, and handed the empty glass back to the waitress. “Thanks,
Sheena. Bring me another.”

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure. I need it watching this show.”

“Your first time?”

“Uh, yeah.
I didn’t know
he brought me here for this.”

“Oh. No wonder you wanted this. I’ll bring
another.” Sheena giggled as she left the table.

Alex returned her attention to the stage fanning
her face with her hand to relieve the flushed, hot feeling.
Damn, I’m so wet and horny. What kind of
business could he be taking care of back there?
The virus,
the rogue?
He better not
be
working my bounty!

The master on stage slapped his slave’s ass as he
told her to kneel on all fours. As he snapped a collar around a slim, pale
neck, her body quivered uncontrollably, whether from anticipation or terror, no
one could say. He lifted her off the table, dragging her to the sawhorse, which
she mounted and lay upon spread-eagled. Heavy lush breasts hung down, the
areoles a vivid red. He pinched the nipples and forced a huge ball gag in over
her teeth, buckling it behind her head. Taking a small leather whip from a tray
concealed under the draped table, he whipped his slave from her back down to
her feet not neglecting her ass which received over twenty lashings. Twitching
with each blow, she tried with little success to cry out over the gag.

The tension level in the room was high. Alex
glanced around, noticing the people moved from out of the shadowed booths
drawing closer to the stage. Alex heard whispers of voices and sighs of a few
of the women.

The man stopped whipping his woman after her soft
ass became rosy with red welts. He felt between her legs and delivered five
strokes right on her wide open cunt. Struggling to please her master, she
jerked provocatively in the tight bonds in disobedience of her master’s
instruction to remain still. Plaintive whimpers grew louder with every blow.

“You have disobeyed your master. For your
disobedience, you’ll be punished.” His voice echoed stern and loud.

That sounds
all too familiar. Is this what Stefan had in mind for punishment for me?

He reached down and pinched her nipples. The slave
jerked again in her bonds. Releasing her, he cuffed her hands behind her back.
Her ankles, he cuffed as well. He spread her thighs to open them wider, fully
exposing her pussy to his eyes and the audience. Reaching down he squeezed the
right nipple, to deep, throaty, and labored moans.

He grinned and slapped her on her ass. Walking
around to her backside, he paused to unzip his pants. Despite the pain and
indignities she no doubt felt, the woman squirmed with anticipation.

As did Alex, so wet, and wanting Stefan, she
silently cursed his absence and took a large sip of the beer.
Where the hell is he?

The Dom’s cock forced its way past the submissive
blonde’s pussy lips and buried itself in her tender wet inner tissues. At least
Alex assumed she was based on her own condition. The man grabbed the woman’s
ass cheeks and moved her up and down, fucking her hard and fast. Eyes rolling
up in her head, she moaned and gasped under what Alex empathized as the
exquisite mixture of pleasure and pain.

“You are not to come until I give you permission,
slave. Do you understand?” He put his hands on her hips.