Shared (Billionaire's Blood Slave 4)

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The Billionaire’s Blood Slave
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Copyright 2012 by Rosa Steel

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She squeezed her thighs, clenched, but
nothing gave her any relief.

Alice whimpered around her gag, licking at
the bit compulsively and wishing it was her master’s cock.
How
long has it been? Hours?

She was sweat streaked and exhausted, mewling
helplessly. Her asshole clamped down on a thick rubber plug, her
aching cunt was soaked, pierced by something cold and hard and
immense. Both were held deep inside her by soft leather straps that
ran between her thighs, parting the swollen lips of her sex.

Her hands were tied harshly behind her so she
couldn’t relieve herself. They strained behind her back against her
leather cuffs, twitching against the achingly tight bonds. After
standing still so long her thighs were cramping so badly that her
slender legs actually trembled.

Please let him come back soon…
she
felt like crying, wracked by the force of her bondage. Her Master
had left her here so long ago now with no explanation. Just a curt
‘stay’, then he was gone. Alice the slave was more loyal than a
dog, but even she was close to disintegrating now.

The pain was bad, but worse was the liquid
tingle of her sex- the warm flush in her belly that was totally
inescapable. Her mind was a tangle of sweaty fantasy, and every
thought lead back to her eager cunt and the thing inside her. At
that point she would have accepted any form of release, even a
whipping. In fact, even the thought of Knight’s crop snapping
against her treacherous slit had her moaning and sucking at the
rubber bit between her teeth.

Though she knew her Master would punish her,
Alice couldn’t help squeezing the thing trapped in her pussy. It
felt like glass, smooth and cool, and had absolutely no tenderness
to it. Her muscles contracted desperately around it, but that
little stimulation was just making things worse. She would never be
able to come this way but she was getting painfully aroused by try.
Her exposed clit stood up, pert and swollen, cooled by the empty
air.

She couldn’t take it any more. Without
thinking, Alice let herself slide towards an antique armchair
standing close by. The shuffling little steps massaged the rods
deeper into her body, sending agonising tremors up her spine. This
furniture was too good for her, and she had to squeeze her eyes
shut before she reached it. If Knight found out her punishment
would be terrible. When the soft cushioning and gilt wood ground
against her thigh she bit down in surprise on her gag. Slowly,
terrified, she twisted so the wooden arm of the chair slid between
her damp thighs, bumped against the hard toys in both her holes. It
was all she could do not to moan – at least she was gagged.

Alice rocked, squirming and letting the prods
sink deeper, her body humming with arousal. After a minute of
grinding the glossy wood was slick with her juices and her body
trembled. Deep pangs of pleasure rushed through her with each tiny
grind…

Behind her, someone laughed, harsh and
loud.

“You’ve turned into such a slut, slave girl,”
came a raw voice behind her. It wasn’t Knight.

Alice froze, panicked, her cunt throbbing
with need.
Oh god…
She let out a muffled whimper through her
gag.

When he paced around her, grinning with
wolfish pleasure she saw him – dark hair, exotic features. It was
Victor, one of the two vampires that had helped capture her. His
eyes ran contemptuously over her body as he circled her.

Slowly he ran a hand through his
short-cropped black hair, smoothed it back.

“I’ve seen bitches in heat with better
self-control. Down, doggy, that’s not for you.”

Trembling in fear, Alice slid to the floor
and crushed herself as low as possible, her bare breasts grinding
into the carpet. She tried not to look him in the eye. Knight’s red
ribbon felt glorious around her throat at that moment – Victor
couldn’t hurt her no matter how he might want to. She hoped.

“You’re lucky I’m not your Master.” He
muttered, stalking around her.

Where
is
my Master?
She
wondered desperately. Being exposed like this in front of Victor
was horrible, worse than even the punishment her Master would give
her. . This creature had once used her body while she was barely
conscious, drugged out of her mind. Still, she needed to obey the
other vampire – Knight would want her to.

She flinched as the vampire’s hand brushed
cold over her bare back. It slid further, sinking down the channel
of her spine until the plush cleft of her ass. She squeezed her
eyes shut, shaking, mewling into her gag. His fingertips snared the
plug in her ass, twisted it so viciously that she cried out,
clenching her cheeks. Some instinct made her crush herself lower,
as if the ground could protect her.

Victor grinned cruelly. “If you were mine I’d
whip you bloody.”

His fingers dug into her back as he slid them
under her harness, then he yanked her up to her hands and knees. He
dropped a heavy leather piece around her neck from behind. It
cinched tight with a couple of buckles. They pricked cold against
her skin.
Collared
? She wondered
.
Knight had never
done this before, despite binding her in every other way. The
collar was thicker than a dog collar, covering most of her slender
throat in stiff leather and crushing the delicate ribbon to her
skin. She could only barely turn her head. Something snapped closed
at the back of her neck, with a metallic click. Instinctively she
knew she’d been leashed.

Vic leaned down, laughing, to take in her
fear. His hand slid under her body, cupped the lush curve of her
breast. She flinched, trying desperately not to meet his eyes.

He only smirked. His fingers found her
nipple, grazed it tenderly and then pinched. She squealed. Grinning
he stood again, snapping on the leash.

“We’ve got a party to go to.”

Party?
Alice didn’t have time to be
confused before Vic yanked on the leash, so hard that she almost
fell forward. She moved to stand and follow him, but he only
growled at her, crushed her back down easily with one hand on her
shoulder.

In a single quick motion he loosed her arms,
and she fell weakly on all fours.

“Heel,” he laughed, sneering at her
humiliation.

Then he yanked again, and she understood she
was meant to crawl. Vic pulled her along like that, forcing her to
scamper behind him. Her shoulders shot splinters of pain through
her at the change in position, but by now she was getting used to
pain and she only whimpered slightly.

His pace was fast enough that she had to trot
at his heel, cheeks burning. She tried not to look but she could
feel Vic’s eyes on her swaying ass. She could feel her exposed,
split open slit peeking out from between her pumping thighs with
each stride.

Lush carpet gave way to marble and her knees
started to ache.

Why would my Master let him do this?
Alice wondered miserably, staring at the floor ahead through the
sheen of tears. She’d thought she’d found a bottom to Knight’s
cruelty, but she could see now there was a long way down yet.

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There was a party in the greenhouse. She
heard it long before she saw it. They were going through the glass
tunnel with the snow banked up outside. Crawling was hard work. She
was panting in exhaustion at Victor’s heel when he chuckled,
snapping on the leash gleefully.

“See that?” He murmured, reaching down to
grip her collar, bending her neck up.

Silhouetted against the gold-clouded glass,
shapes moved. Tall, dark shapes. Floating through the air came the
particular sound of high-society party; soft laughter and clink of
glass.

“You’re going to learn what it really means
to be a blood slave now.” Victor was grinning so wide that his
fangs gleamed in the dim light. Alice mewled a little in sudden
fear, tugging back against her collar. He ignored her, holding her
still with easy strength. “No more nice safe playtime licking
Master’s cock.”

“He says tell you something. Ridiculous to
talk to slaves if you ask me, but who am I to argue?” Victor looked
a lot like he
did
want to argue. His hand clamped tighter
over the back of her neck. He shoved her head slowly down, eyes
blazing. Finally her face crushed up against cold tile, hard enough
that she whimpered. “He says that anything he makes you do in there
is for a good reason.”

Is that it?
She knew better than to
ask and only looked up at him helplessly, eyes wide.

Victor grunted, releasing the back of her
neck only to snap hard on the leash, yanking her along at his heel.
Golden light drenched her.

Vampires. She knew immediately when she saw
them - a room of people as perfect and unflinching as marble
statues. There were males and females but the categories seemed
almost meaningless. Their eyes were cold and distant as stars, and
all of them wore clothes so crisp and expensive and impossibly
clean that they didn’t look real. Against a backdrop of lush
orchids they were deathly pale. A woman in a satin gown caught site
of her and laughed lightly, touched the shoulder of the man next to
her.

The air prickled. Alice suddenly felt all
their eyes on her shamefully bare body like the flutter of moth
wings. Her impaled holes clenched around the toys, as if she could
hide them. Victor dragged her crawling in, laughing at someone’s
shouted greeting. Mostly, though, the room was deadly quite. They
watched her with an unabashed intensity, like hawks watching a
rabbit cross a field. Between the harness, the toys in her holes
and the degrading position she felt more naked than she ever had in
her life.

She only realised she’d crept closer to Vic’s
leg when he kicked her away.

“Got her for you,” Victor called.

Alice looked ahead to see her Master, deep in
conversation, draped over an antique chaise longue. She felt a
brief second of relief – surely he’d protect her? Her tongue played
eagerly over the bit between her teeth.

But something was wrong, he didn’t even look
up. Knight waved them over, never for a second dropping his
conversation with the man opposite.

Before she’d dragged slowly behind Victor,
but now Alice found herself racing ahead of him. She even tugged
eagerly at the end of the leash, forgetting her shame in her desire
to closer to Knight. As soon as she got close enough she dropped
down next to her Master’s feet, folding over in desperate
supplication.
Please get me out of here.
She begged
silently, licking at her gag. He didn’t look at her. Slowly he
unfolded his long legs, stretching as languid a panther. One hand
rested on her head, stroked absently. Victor relinquished the leash
to Knight before drifting away into the crowd.

The vampire talking to Alice’s Master laughed
loudly, and for the first time she looked carefully at him. He was
taller and more broadly built than her Master. He had what might
have been called a farmer’s build if he wasn’t so plainly
supernatural – it was a strange combination. His face was built
broadly too, heavy and thuggish like he’d been carved out of brick.
High, Slavic cheekbones set off a blunt, hard brow. She’d never
seen a vampire with facial hair before, but rough blonde stubble
clung to his angular jaw.

There was a wiry tension in the way he
sprawled over the chair. Alice thought that, like a bear, he only
superficially appeared to be relaxed. If something small and weak
wandered past he could spring up and crush it in a second.

The stranger’s fixed ice-blue eyes on her,
letting his gaze roam with degrading slowness over her exposed
flesh.