Free The Vampire's Love by Ramona Gray

cock had hardened in his pants at the sight of her, and he thanked
God that everyone’s attention was on Abby.
    “Very nice,
human.”  Faren said silkily.
    “I look
ridiculous.”  Abby muttered.
    “Ridiculous
is not the word I would use.”  Wesley cleared his throat and ignored Val
when he hissed again.
    Abby had
changed into the slave outfit and Val couldn’t stop staring at her.  Her
long dark hair was unbraided and hung down her back in a dark waterfall. 
The short skirt and translucent bra left a shocking amount of her creamy skin
visible, and she crossed her arms nervously over her torso as her gaze fell on
Val.
    He strode
jerkily to her, stopping when he was only a few inches away, and looked her up
and down.  His eyes darkened when her nipples, clearly visible through the
thin top, hardened noticeably and she immediately crossed her arms over her
breasts.
    “Stop
looking at me like that.”  She snapped quietly at him.
    “Like
what?”  He asked innocently.
    “Like you
want to eat me for dinner.”  She gave him another scathing look and he
grinned at her, his fangs long and white in the dim light.
    “Where is
your collar?”  He was already wearing the leather wrist cuff.
    “I told you
– I’m not wearing it.”  She replied.
    He frowned
at her.  “Abby, the collar has a very specific purpose.  You need to
wear it.  If you don’t, the other vampires will believe you are free for
the taking.  You cannot – “
    “Drop it,
Val!”  She snapped again.  “I’m not wearing it and you can’t make
me.”
    “Abby,”
Wesley began hesitantly, “I think the leech is right.  You don’t want – “
    “Be quiet,
Wesley.”  She glared at him.  “It’s bad enough I have to wear this
stupid outfit, I’m not wearing the collar and that’s final.”
    Wesley
nodded as Val reached behind her and opened the carriage door.  “After
you, little dove.”
    Without
speaking, Abby turned and climbed awkwardly into the carriage.  The skirt
she was wearing was extremely short and Val caught a flash of her white panties
as she climbed the steps.
    “Little
dove?”
    “What?”
    He
indicated for Faren to wait outside and followed her into the carriage before
shutting the door behind him.  He stared down at her as she glared at him.
    “What do
you want?”
    “Take off
your panties.”
    She gaped
at him.  “What?  No!”
    He leaned
against the door of the carriage.  “No vampire allows their human slave to
wear underclothes.  It defeats the purpose of the slave.”
    She snorted
with anger.  “Pigs.”
    He
shrugged.  “Perhaps.  I will not force you to wear the collar,
although you are safer with it, but I must insist that you remove your
panties.  Wearing them is a clear sign that you are not under my
control.  Do you understand?”
    She stared
at the floor of the carriage, her leg jiggling nervously and he took a step
closer.  “Do you need my help in removing them, little dove?  I’d be
happy to lend a hand.”
    She
skittered back and shot him a frosty look.  “No.  Don’t touch me,
Val.” 
    He frowned
and stepped back as she reached under her skirt and yanked her panties down her
thighs.  She stepped out of them, rolled them into a ball and stuffed them
into a leather bag sitting on the seat.
    “There.” 
She said a bit sulkily.  “Is that better?”
    “Much. 
Be careful when you sit down – that skirt is delightfully short.”
    “Thanks for
the tip.”  She replied peevishly.
    “I’m only
trying to help.  I do not want others to see what belongs to me.”
    “One - it
doesn’t belong to you and two – do you really think I want a bunch of leeches
seeing my goddamn hooch?”
    Holding the
skirt she sat down on the seat and quickly opened the thick wooden shutters
before staring moodily out the window.
    Val opened
the door and Faren climbed into the carriage.  He sat down opposite of
Abigail and grinned at her.  “May I just say that you’re looking