My Vampire Idol by R. G. Alexander

hotel room. “I let us see your castle in Scotland, let Magnolia see the humiliation scene she’d been hoping for…but every human in the audience thought
     they were watching us perform our romantic duet.”
    He moved closer, his hands caressing her bare shoulders. “All at the same time? And
     you say you aren’t the talented one in your family. Did we win?”
    She laughed. “You know we did, Mac. Jolene and Hobie got to break ground on the new
     school library last week.”
    It felt good, knowing he helped make that happen. It was liberating, stepping out
     of the shadows. For a while. After they’d agreed to be in the movie and the press
     found out about the singing, the offers for a recording deal had started pouring in.
     Mac had simply handed them over to Saint, knowing he would make them go away.
    Soon it would be over. The popularity. The attention. Soon, he’d take Rose to his
     family home and spent the rest of his eternity making sure she never wanted to leave.
    “How did you do that other thing?”
    She stood up from her chair in nothing but her underwear, reaching for the dress she’d
     planned to wear for their celebratory performance at the Belly Up Bar. She’d been
     looking forward to it for days. Rose and Ume had quickly bonded and Margo was…well,
     she was a different kind of woman than Rose was used to. Kind. Compassionate. Human.
     Rose deserved kindness. She deserved everything.
    “I said ,” she spoke patiently over her shoulder. “What other thing are you referring to?”
    He reached for her waist and whirled her around until her large breasts were pressed
     against his bare chest. “That thing you did when you made the grumpy vampire fall
     in love with you.”
    “Oh that.”
    “Yes.”
    She slid her arms around his waist and cupped his jean-covered ass. “I’ll never tell,
     rogue. Not unless you make me.”
    “I can do that.” Mac kissed her gently. Her lips. Her cheek. “I might need your special
     brand of inspiration , since I left most of my interrogation tools at home.”
    He watched as the room changed before his eyes. Rose backed away from him and held
     up her arms, which were instantly cuffed to a Saint Andrews Cross in a club full of
     people watching them and cheering them on.
    She did like to be watched, his demon lover. Mac didn’t mind, as long as he was the
     only one who got to touch her. He noticed the table heavily weighted with wands and
     whips, her favorite vibrator and a butt plug. “I admire your attention to detail,
     Rose, I really do.”
    Her skin flushed. “Thank you.  I take pride in my work.”
    “With all of this at my disposal I’m certain I can make you talk.” If he could make
     himself wait.
    “Please try.”
    He bent his head and bit down firmly on her nipple before soothing it with a gentle
     lick.
    “Unfair.”
    “I know you like that.” So did he. God, he’d been right. He was never going to get
     enough of her. Every day he wanted her more, and every night he looked forward to
     the next. After all this time he finally had something to live for.
    Rose.
    He reached for the lubricated plug with a shaky sigh. He loved watching her take this.
     “I think this will do for now. If you can remove these obstacles.”
    “ Yes .” The cross disappeared, leaving two posts behind to keep her arms bound—the way
     they’d been in that first fantasy. One of his favorites.
    “This is your projection, my love. Yes what?”
    “Yes, Sir?”
    “That’s right.” He walking behind her and placed one hand between her shoulders, watching
     as she bent forward as far as the chains would allow. “Are you ready to talk?”
    “Never, vampire. Do your worst.”
    “How about my best?”
    She shuddered as he slowly inserted the toy, his restraint slipping away with every
     soft whimper from her throat. “God that’s good, love. You like that?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Do you want more?”
    She shivered. “Always.”
    Need hit Mac’s frame