Blood and Bondage by Annalynne Russo Page B

very least.
    Oliver, it seemed, had other means at his
disposal to help take her mind off the inevitable. With both hands, he reached
for her shoulders, kneading the tight, fatigued muscles underneath the skin. He
pressed his palms into her malleable flesh, loosening the bulge of knots that
had formed there. The tension in her body had evolved into an ugly, palpable
beast. With his help, her twisted joints somewhat relented. Then Oliver used
the tips of his fingers to run up and down the length of her spine. The
sensation caused Anaïs to shiver, inevitably wiggling her backside against his
firm erection.
    Oliver reared back slightly. He shifted his
weight from one foot to the other, then leaned his head close, placing a
feather-light kiss to her exposed throat. “Sorry, love. Playtime is going to
have to wait a bit. We’ve got places to go and people to see.”
    “What do you mean?” Anaïs asked, her interest
piqued.
    “Eva and Andreas gave me a lead. If the rumors
are true, there’s a club that lets vampires explore a whole slew of deviant
desires. Shall we scope it out?”
    “Oh! That sounds like fun.”
    “Glad you think so. Now let’s finish cleaning
you up.” Oliver grabbed a loofah that hung from a hook, and poured a dollop of
liquid soap in the center of it. He used the sponge to caress Anaïs’s sensitive
skin, lathering her breasts and belly with suds that smelled of lavender and
mint. Then his hand moved lower, tracing the curvature of her ass and the nub
of her raw, swollen clit. She moaned, reveling in the feel of the stiff
bristles against her clamoring bundle of nerves.
    “Recline your head. Let me wash your hair.”
    His fingers slid through her damp tresses,
moistening the ends under the penetrating heat of the spray. Pouring shampoo into
his palm, he worked the liquid into a rich lather and applied it to her scalp.
Anaïs groaned, then relaxed against her lover’s broad shoulder while his nails
gently manipulated the follicles of her hair. She knew that Oliver hadn’t meant
the gesture to be erotic. But nonetheless, it turned out to be one of the most
sensual experiences she’d ever endured. When he was through, he towel dried her
body and left her alone to get dressed. Anaïs had never felt more needy or
bereft.
    The outfit he’d picked out for her didn’t help
the situation much. It was a red latex cat suit with zippers conspicuously sewn
into all the right locales. There was a long rectangular opening that spanned
from crotch to rear, and two others shaped like spheres that encircled her
small breasts. The cat o’ nine tails Oliver had bought for her had been set
just to the left of the sleek ensemble.
    Pushing the boundaries, are we? Anaïs said to herself
at the same time Oliver sauntered back into the room.
    “We have to. Playing the role of dominant and
submissive is a must. This time, you’ll get to tie me up,” Oliver said as he
shot her a wickedly sexy grin.
    “All’s fair in love and war, baby. What’s this
club called anyway?” Anaïs inquired out of sheer curiosity.
    “Blood & Bondage. Rather fitting, isn’t it?
     
    ****
     
    Bobby DuBois met them by the curb on the corner
of Prince and Mercer Streets. Located in the basement of a building owned by a
prominent New York CPA, they descended the steps and waited in front of an
unmarked entrance. Along with Oliver and Anaïs, Bobby’s twin girlfriends,
Savannah
and Sienna,
tagged along too. Their golden-blonde hair and hourglass figures were certain
to turn the heads of bloodsuckers on the hunt for human companionship.
    The vampire who ushered them inside was a burly fellow
with a belly like Buddha. He smiled as Bobby passed by, no doubt familiar with
the double trouble that often accompanied him. However, it was Oliver who drew
the most attention dressed as her super-submissive stud. When the doorman saw
him, his eyes sprang open in surprise. Who wouldn’t have gawked at a man
dressed so docile and domesticated? He