Page 18 of Vampire

“What do we have to discuss?”

“Get your pretty ass in here, and I will tell you.” Stefan walked into his office, holding the door for me.

I went through the door and stopped looking around. I had never been in Stefan’s office before. It had a desk, a few chairs, a filing cabinet, and what looked like security monitors on the black walls. Stefan shut the door, locking it, and then turned to face me. “Strip down to your underwear, Nicolette.” And then he went to lean on the desk, watching me. I hesitated, not sure where this was going. “Now, Nicolette, as much as I would enjoy putting you over my knee and spanking you, we don’t have the time.”

I removed my shoes, pants, and t-shirt and stood before him in my bra and panties. “Take off your panties,” he said, his voice deeper, husky. I slipped my panties down my legs and put them on my pile of clothing. He took something out of the bag he was holding and walked over to stand in front of me. “It’s time for your punishment, butterfly,” he said, holding a pair of pink panties.

Are pink panties my punishment?

The panties had ties on each side, so he put the panties on, tying them a little tight. And then he stuck something hard in a pocket in the crotch. “Now finish dressing,” he commanded once again, leaning against the desk and watching me. Once, I was dressed in my work uniform, the last strap done on my heels, he said, “Okay, you may go start your shift.”

“That’s it?” I asked, knowing it wasn’t that easy. Something was up, but he wasn’t going to tell me.

“Yep, go ahead out to the floor. I will be out in a few minutes,” Stefan said dismissively.

I know there’s more, but I have to get to work. So, I headed to the bar to get my apron and pad and then went to wait on tables. I was waiting for the ball to drop any second. And about fifteen minutes later, it did. I was taking a drink order when my panties started vibrating, causing me to squeal, startling the men at the table. The vibrator was hitting my clit. I looked over to Stefan’s table; he had an evil grin and his eyes had a devilish glint. He was going to enjoy this.

I WAS GOINGto enjoy this. My sweet, innocent butterflyhad no idea what vibrating panties were, I had thought maybe she might guess what I was doing, but Nicolette had no clue making the first vibration so fucking satisfying. I would play with her for as long as the charge lasted; it was a full charge, so roughly an hour and a half.

I am keeping the vibration steady, letting her think that’s all the stimulation she will feel. I leaned back, and lit a cigarette, my hand on the remote; the poor girl was walking stiff, her needy pussy not used to the constant vibration. I needed a drink, so I hit the button, raised the speed, and kept a laugh inside as her body jerked. She turned, giving me a dirty look,bad girl. I waved her over.

She stomped over to my table. “This isn’t funny, Stefan; it’s hard to work like this,” she whined, clearly aroused by the vibrator.

“It’s not meant to be fun, butterfly; this is your punishment. Is your pussy wet? Do you want my tongue or cock to take care of the ache?”

She licked her lips, giving me my answer.

“Sorry, you were a bad girl, and you continue to be a bad girl by being bratty. I have a special flogger for misbehaving. Now I need you to bring me a scotch, Nicolette,” I ordered her, she huffed, turning, and I raised the speed to high, causing her to lean on a chair, her legs clamped together. I lowered the speed back to low, taking pity on her. My cock was hard, thinking of how wet and needy she was right now. She brought my scotch and sat it on the table; her head lowered more submissive. My little sub is trying to work me. It was working. “Go into my office, strip except for the panties, and get into position. I will let Lord know you are taking a break.

I didn’t have to tell her twice; she hurried off like fire was licking her heels. I told Lord she would be off the floor for a bit, and he smiled with a knowing look. And then I went to my office. Fuck, this would never get old. Nicolette, on her knees, naked, head bowed, waiting for my instruction. I stood in front of her. “Look at me. Why are you being punished?”

She raised her eyes. “Because I thought you would tire of me,” she said softly.

“That’s correct. You doubted how much I care for you. And every time you do so without reason, I will punish you. Now, take my cock out and open that sweet mouth.” I commanded. I turned the vibrator up a notch, hearing her gasp.

Her fingers were shaky as she unbuttoned and then unzipped my jeans. Still shy with me, she worried her lip about which way to take my cock out. I helped her last time; this time, she was on her own. Finally, she pulled my jeans and briefs down past my butt like I did our first night together, my cock springing forward. “Now, put your arms behind your back and hold them there, do not move them, and open your mouth to take my cock.” I waited for her to do what I said; I turned the vibrator on high and pushed my cock into her mouth.

I used that pretty mouth hard; the whole time, she was moaning, wanting to touch herself. Finally, I stopped, moving back. “Stand and go lean over my desk.” She pushed to her feet and bent over the desk. I moved behind her, tearing the panties off, grabbing her by the hips, and entering her in one push; she was already stimulated enough to push her over, causing a high moan from her lips. I didn’t hold back and took her hard and rough. The desk bounced back into the wall, but I didn’t give a fuck; this felt too damn good. I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her back to look into her eyes as I took her. I slapped her ass. “Come for me again, butterfly, squeeze my cock like a good girl,” I ordered her, and a minute later, her orgasm rushed out in a scream, allowing me to let go and join her. “Holy fuck,” I groaned, my cock pulsating for what seemed forever.

I LEANED ONthe desk, still trying to catch my breath.Is sex always this good? He had me to the point the building could be burning down, but I wouldn’t know, and even if I did, I would want to finish what Stefan and I started. I felt Stefan move from behind me and the sounds of him zipping his jeans. I pushed to stand, my legs unsteady from the powerful orgasm I had just had.

“You okay, butterfly?” Stefan asked, coming to hold me steady.

“Yeah, I just need a minute. It’s crazy how good it feels. I would never have guessed this type of sex would be something I would want,” I said, leaning into Stefan.

“And just think we are just getting started. We have so much more to explore. Do you need help getting dressed? As much as I want to keep you in my office naked, the other waitresses won’t appreciate it. But, just knowing my cum is coating your pussy as your work will make me think of all the dirty things we can do later.”

God, he knew how to make me hot. “No, I think I’m good now,” I said, my face pink, pushing away from him to gather my clothes and get dressed to return to work. I hope all my breaks are this good. Stefan moved his desk back into place as I dressed, and then we walked back out onto the floor, where I returned to work, and Stefan sat at his usual table.

Tonight was slower than usual, so when I took some trash to the back, I noticed the bags piling up. I had a few minutes; I may as well throw it in the dumpster. I pushed the back door open and threw the bags into the alley, using a block to hold the door open so I could get back in.

I was throwing the last bag when a black van came down the alley faster than it should have; sensing danger, I hurried back to the door, but a man appeared from behind the dumpster trapping me in his arms, his hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. The van stopped, the side door opened, and I was tossed in, the man following, slamming the door shut. The van took off. I was taken in a matter of a minute.

I looked at the man who had taken me, expecting to see one of my father’s men only to see my kidnappers wearing vests like Vampire’s club. What was this about? I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm and not freak out. I knew the day would come when I would be taken, so I had been prepared mentally. Then, I looked at the man in front of me, who looked plain mean. He had black hair, brown eyes, and a sneer. He was big and bulky, and I couldn’t read his name on the vest he wore in the dark of the van.

“Who are you? And why have you taken me,” I asked the man, trying to keep my voice steady when inside I was shaking like a leaf in the wind—scared shitless.

“Name’s Cross, baby, and I’m gonna collect that big bounty on your pretty head,” he announced with a smirk, his voice gravely. So, I would go home, my stomach churned, and I felt like throwing up. I was caught.

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