A Vampire's Slave (Erotica, Mind Control, Sex, Slave, Straight, Supernatural, Vampire) (ePub)

In this 5,100-word erotic short story, Grace Silver is a beautiful and experienced vampire hunter who might just meet her match in the mysterious Adrian, an incredibly attractive vampire who is more powerful - and more beguiling - than any Grace has ever encountered before. Will she be able to resist his wiles, or will she become nothing more than a helpless submissive sex slave in his presence? Mature audiences only.

-EXCERPT-

"Though of course, that was nothing compared to the nights in Morocco," Adrian said, chuckling at some memory. "But enough about me, Grace. What do you do?" His voice was a low purr that resonated with Grace, making her shiver. No. Focus.

"I work as a freelance consultant," Grace said smoothly, her well-worn lie. "I'm between jobs right now, but there have been some offers from advertising companies that I might look into soon."

Adrian smiled, taking Grace's hand before she could move it away from the table, and she felt that pleasant cool sensation again, "A freelance consultant, dressed like that? I wonder if the companies you work for know about your wild side."

"I keep work and pleasure completely separate," Grace explained, trying to remind herself of that at the same time. "It makes things much easier."

"Ah, I see," Adrian said, and then a little wicked smirk came across his face, and I couldn't help but squirm in my seat. "But haven't you just failed at doing that, Grace?"

I froze. He knew. How did he know? I kept my trail covered. Burned all the evidence I needed to. Any vampire that could have pointed to me was dead now, along with all of their minions. But as he squeezed my hand, as that smirk grew a little bit wider, it was obvious that he had me exactly where he wanted me. That I wasn't hunting vampires - I was being hunted.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I said, with a soft giggle.

Tried to play it off, even though I knew it was futile. My heart was racing, my breath sharp and short, both from panic and - and oh god, desire. I felt it boiling up in me, his potency, his predatory nature, just his... everything, and I wanted it, wanted to lay back and submit to the alpha predator. My primitive side was begging me to.

"Yes you do, Grace," Adrian replied. "Why don't you look into my eyes and say that?"

Oh god. I felt the desire to do so rise up through my groin, surging into my stomach before spreading out into my chest and mind. I tried to focus, but it didn't do any good. My head turned of its own accord, natural obedience overtaking my intellectual faculties, moving like a good prey animal in front of its predator. Submit, my mind screamed. Submit. I couldn't fight it, didn't even want to.