Free Shared (Billionaire's Blood Slave 4) by Rosa Steel Page A

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?”