AUTHOR'S NOTE: Give Hiliad a chance, will ya?! lol This isn't so much about BDSM as it is about the relationship between him and Connee. There's a reason for his behavior as well as Daniel's. I didn't mean to make them so unlikable, but there's a reason, I promise!
Big thing here, too: Chapters will be longer from here on out.
A big shout out to Scooter for editing!! Many thanks....but you're still fired!
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CHAPTER TEN
I walked into the club where Doug and a few other human employees were setting up the chairs at the tables. Doug said hello but I couldn't find my voice; I only nodded. Then I set myself to work.
Every which way I sat the bulbous clit toy would add pressure that made me squirm. No position was good enough to make it less. I was doomed.
Ten o'clock—the magic hour. It was my lunch, er, dinner time but I was far from hungry. I hadn't heard a peep from Hiliad and thought I was safe—key word being 'thought.' My stomach churned so violently from nerves I decided to go outside to get a breath of fresh air. The atmosphere was thick with humidity, an electrical charge everywhere around me. I knew for certain it wasn't me. I sat down on a wooden log used as a tire barrier and off in the distance saw the sky light up faintly from the west. It was enough that my super-heightened eyes picked up on it. It was followed by a distant rumble of thunder. The storm was right on time. I put my hands on the log, leaned my head back and closed my eyes. There were no crickets chirping their mate call. No rat or mouse scurrying around for an oak tree seed that had fallen from above. It was completely—BZZZZZZ.
Jumping three feet, literally, I almost fell off the log before I caught myself. The clit stimulator—I dubbed Chitty, as in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang—made its presence known for the first time. I looked around trying to find Hiliad but couldn't see Him, even though the back parking lot was fairly empty. I tried to relax, telling myself He was only testing me. But then my nipples quivered from the vibration of the nipple clamps—dubbed Nipsey—and a little squeak escaped my lips.
I held my breath and sat as calmly as I could waiting for more, excitedly enough, mind you. As quickly as it started there were no more surprises. Man, was I ever disappointed. Another flash of lightning lit the sky. I could no longer avoid the inevitable.
I headed back to my office and settled in my chair. Within seconds my phone rang. It was Hiliad's cell phone number. I quickly picked it up. "Yes Sir?"
"Come to me," He commanded then immediately hung up.
I bolted out of my chair and rushed to His side—His feet, actually. I settled myself on my knees, my head bowed. I could see Liza's five-inch heels at the back leg of Hiliad's throne.
"Doesn't she look delectable, Hiliad?" Liza croaked.
"Yes, Liza, that she does." He waited a moment before he said, "Turn around."
Without getting up, I turned around on my knees until I was facing the crowd. Since it was fairly early, there were only about twenty patrons in the bar, mostly human. I didn't know which was worse—human or vampire staring at me.
"Give me your neck," Hiliad ordered.
He is going to bite me in front of all these people? He knows better! What is Hiliad thinking biting me in the club, in front of all these witnesses? How would he explain the dead body ... my dead body?
"Let down your hair," He said.
Automatically I reached behind my head, unclasped the barrett and let my long, silky hair fall down to my shoulders. He pulled my hair back gently then placed His cool, soft lips on my neck, nibbling gently. "Hmm, Chantal, lovely scent."
My body was shaking badly, and I had no control over myself to stop. I stared up at a ceiling light waiting for the pain to come.
"Relax, sub. Close your eyes."
Closing my eyes, I did my best to relax, but it wasn't enough. It was so quiet in the club that a pin could have dropped in Switzerland and we would have heard it. But there was no sharp, intense, burning pain at my neck. Instead, His cool, long fingers traced over my neck exactly where He had kissed me that sent shivers through me. I could feel the coolness of His hands around my neck. Something wide and smelling of leather tightened around my neck, locking behind me.
A collar? All of this for a collar? He wasn't going to bite me in front of these strangers. Only then did I finally breathe.
Hiliad placed His hands under my chin and pulled it aside. Oh, now I get it. He was going to take my blood then. "Sub?"
"Yes Sir?" My voice cracked.
"You have pleased me greatly," He said into my ear.
"I am glad, Sir."
"You are mine now. Do you understand that?"
"Oh, yes, Sir." I sighed, incredibly thrilled.
"Good. You may leave early tonight, if you wish."
He is leaving it up to me? "I'd prefer to stay."
"Why?"
"Because we are under a threat of tornados until midnight, and the apartment building has no basement."
He didn't reply. I felt him pull away from me. I remained frozen and opened my eyes. The faces of the humans looked disgusted and mortified. One girl flinched her nose and whispered something to her boyfriend. The vampires simply looked amused. Most vampires I ever saw always looked amused.
"Come sit with me," Hiliad finally said.
Slowly I stood and sat in the chair beside my Dom, my Master, my caregiver. I had never felt so honored in my life. From the corner of my eye I saw His hand reach for mine. I gave it to Him freely. He squeezed it gently. I smiled but didn't look at him.
"Will you get me a drink, sub?" Hiliad asked.
"Yes, Sir," I said happily. "What would you prefer?"
His eyebrows furrowed deeply. "What type of animal's blood was in your refrigerator?"
"Sir, I apologize. I was so emotionally—"
"Did I say I wanted an explanation?" He barked.
"No Sir," I answered nervously.
