Paranormal Fantasies: A Promotional Collection of 14 Erotic Supernatural Stories (9 page)

One of the tenants in the building across from her target had
planted roses along their side wall, and Jen stopped to admire
them. One of the tricks to this business was to appear nonchalant
and nonthreatening, without sacrificing the advantage. Jen
certainly didn't look very much like a hunter tonight - wearing her
casual overdress and high-heeled boots, she could have been any
tenant coming home, or any ordinary visitor. Nobody seeing her here
would think she was up to anything suspicious - she'd drawn no
particular attention on the way here, and there was nothing unusual
about someone stopping to smell the roses. But from this vantage
point, she had a clear view of the entrances to the other building.
Her quarry would be arriving home soon; it'd taken considerable
effort to ferret out his work schedule, for which she applauded
him, but she'd at last figured it out. If she'd guessed the wrong
building, that was all right. She'd just come back the next night,
and the next, checking them one by one until he
appeared.

He was a fine mark, always a challenge - but she always caught
him in the end.

There were footsteps approaching. A man's business shoes,
possibly, from the sound of them. Jen quietly and calmly
sidestepped so that she was hidden behind the rose bushes, and
watched carefully through the leaves.

Ah. There he was. Right on time.

This was the moment on which everything hinged. Her pride as a
hunter hung on this last stretch - to be noticed before she had him
perfectly snared would mean ignominy and defeat. She tested the
wind - still and calm, but the occasional breeze blew towards her.
Smiling, she reached into her purse, her hand closing on polished
wood. She watched him silently as he rounded the corner, and walked
up to the door she'd been watching.

Oh, but he looked lovely tonight. A modest turtleneck
accentuated his broad shoulders and pale skin, his dark hair
impeccably styled. His long, graceful fingers reached into his
pockets, withdrawing his keys. She licked her lips unconsciously,
taking care to blunt the sound of her heels on the sidewalk as she
slowly, carefully approached him.

Pulling the stake from her purse produced a faint, unavoidable
noise, and he turned. A moment too late: no sooner had he noticed
her presence than she had moved, the tip of the stake now pressed
to his chest.

He threw his hands up in surrender, eyes wide and focused on
her face. Beneath his collar, his Adam's apple bobbed
nervously.

"Found you," she said, smiling.

"Yeah," he said, the faint smile on his face belying his
anxious tone. "You win."

"I always do, don't I?" she purred, drawing closer to drape an
arm over his shoulders, though she didn't lower the stake. She knew
he liked that feeling of danger.

"It wouldn't be much fun if you didn't," he admitted
softly.

She chuckled, and tilted her head up to kiss his jaw. "Well,
then, Alexander, have you been a good boy?"

He swallowed again. "O-of course I have."

"Really?" She drawled the word out, running her finger down
along his neck, tugging the high collar down. Underneath the
fabric, his flesh was bare. "Oh, dear. Alex, Alex, Alex - what have
I told you about lying to me?"

"Jen-- Mistress--"

"How many times, Alex?" she scolded, her voice cold and stern.
"How many times have I told you, when I come home to you, I expect
my pet to be wearing his collar?"

"I had business tonight, Mistress. Please, I was going to put
it back on as soon as I got in - please forgive me..."

"Hmmm," she said, stepping back and taking the stake away.
"Open the door."

He nodded nervously and turned back to the door, quickly
unlocking it and pushing it open. She pushed past him brusquely,
stepping into the unlit apartment.

"Turn the light on."

He did. The apartment was spare and utilitarian in its
furnishings, as she'd expected. She'd been surprised by it, once -
he was nearly three times her age, and she had expected more...
more stuff, she'd supposed. With time, however, she'd come to learn
that the sparseness of his possessions was something of a pragmatic
necessity. A vampire concealing his identity in the world of
mortals had to be able to pack quickly and travel light. And Alex
in particular traveled around the country so often for his business
ventures that the less he had to pack, the better. His living room
consisted of little more than a futon, a floor lamp, a coffee
table, and a few framed pictures on the walls to give a little
personality to the room.

She dropped her purse onto the coffee table and set down the
stake next to it, then turned to face him. He had closed and locked
the door while she appraised the room, and was watching her
anxiously. One fang stuck out as he bit his lower lip nervously,
hands clasped in front of him.

"I'm not happy with you, Alexander."

He bowed his head quickly. "I'm sorry, Mistress."

"But I might forgive you, if you can make it up to me
tonight."

He looked up at her, hope and apprehension mingling in his
eyes. She smiled, sitting on the futon and crossing her legs. The
sudden widening of his eyes and embarrassed glance away told her
he'd gotten a glimpse of what she was - and wasn't - wearing under
her overdress, and her smile grew wider. It was going to be a good
night, she felt.

"Take off your clothes," she commanded. He didn't so much as
hesitate before peeling off his turtleneck, tossing it to the side
before fumbling with his belt buckle. Jen raised an
eyebrow.

"What do you
say
, Alexander?"

He froze with his hands on his waistband, and coughed
embarrassedly.

"Y... yes, Mistress."

"That's better." She'd almost said 'good boy', but she had to
keep in character. Normally she would have let his lapse in
protocol slide, in the face of his obvious eagerness, but tonight
she was going to have to play the disciplinarian. He was being
'punished', after all. "Continue."

Alexander nodded, and pushed his pants and underwear down in
one motion. Jen couldn't help being astonished at how quickly he'd
gotten hard - it had been mere minutes, and his cock was already
flushed and standing at attention. She licked her lips again,
admiring its thickness and its slight upward curve. No matter how
many times she saw him naked, in all his statuesque glory, she
didn't think she would ever get tired of the sight.

"You've eaten recently," she observed. He must have, to have
the blood supply necessary for such a gorgeous erection. At least
within the past week or so. "Not a human, I trust."

"No, Mistress," he said softly. "I went hunting up in the
mountains on Saturday. It was a deer."

"Good," she said. "You may have neglected to wear your collar,
but at least you haven't gone
completely
feral in the time we've
been apart."

It was a false equivalence and they both knew it - he'd
never
liked hunting
humans, and her prohibition only gave him additional incentive not
to do it - but he had the decency to look shamefaced, shyly turning
his eyes downward. He was getting into character, too.

The silence stretched on for a few moments, and she soon
realized he was not going to defend himself. Either he was waiting
for permission to speak, or he was honestly remorseful about the
collar. The idea of that charmed her. She'd only picked on that as
an excuse to be harsh with him, but he appeared to be taking it
very seriously indeed.

You can't bear having to go out unmarked, can you,
Alex?

She pursed her lips, tapping one finger against the side of
her chin.

"Well then," she said, at last breaking the silence, "where is
your collar? Tell me."

"It's in the bedroom," he said softly. "On the nightstand.
Shall I retrieve it, Mistress?"

"No. I want to put it on you myself. To remind you of who owns
you, Alexander."

A sudden, soft intake of breath was her only answer. Although
his eyes were still trained downwards, she hid a warm smile behind
her hand. So cute. He really was taking this seriously. She gentled
her voice a little as she next spoke.

"Come here." She patted the space next to her on the futon. He
looked up at her, uncertain and hopeful.

"Yes, Mistress," he said quietly, before obediently crossing
the room to sit beside her. His erection bobbed almost comically as
he walked.

When he sat down beside her, she tipped up his chin with his
hands and kissed him gently on the lips. He made a small, wanting
noise in his throat and leaned into it, his hands flexing as he
resisted the desire to touch her without permission. His restraint
was admirable - it did not break even as she pushed her tongue into
his yielding mouth, coaxing a response from his own tongue,
hungrily devouring him even as she took care to avoid the sharp
tips of his fangs.

Breaking away from the kiss, she licked once more at his lips
before suddenly sitting up and placing her hands on her
hips.

"Unfold the futon. I am going to get your collar, and I expect
you to have the futon spread out, and to be kneeling in the center
of it with your hands behind your back, when I arrive," she said,
putting the steel back into her voice.

He swallowed and nodded. "Yes, Mistress."

Satisfied, she turned her back on him and went to find the
bedroom. The futon's frame creaked behind her as Alex hurriedly
pulled it out.

It was a small apartment, designed for single occupancy, and
so it wasn't hard to find the bedroom. The collar was on the
nightstand, just as Alex had promised. Jen didn't reach for it
right away, however.

Anticipation was an important part of this game. She could go
back out there now, collar him, and hurry things along; from the
silence in the living room she could hear that he was already done
with the futon. But it would be so much more delicious, for the
both of them, if she made him wait. She would allow him time to
process, to absorb what had happened, and to speculate on what
would happen next. How angry was she? What punishment would she
think appropriate for his transgression? Just what had she brought
with her - the whip? The crop? The paddle? What hell would she
inflict on him to take him to heaven? Those questions would be
boiling over in his mind, growing more urgent the longer he was
forced to wait for her on his knees.

Jen let out a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.
She was more affected by this than she thought she'd be. She could
feel the flush in her cheeks, and the aching heat and pressure
between her legs. Going pantyless had been a good idea, this
morning. She'd only planned it to titillate Alex, but she was so
damp already - it saved her that extra bit of laundry, at
least.

She quickly unbuttoned her overdress, tossing it carelessly on
the bed, and gave herself a last appraising look in the full-length
mirror on the wall. Sheer black stockings hugged her shapely legs,
held up by the garters that rested comfortably against her hips. A
black leather corset did very little for modesty, even if she'd had
any use for the concept tonight: it terminated just under her
breasts, offering just enough support to be comfortable without
hiding even one inch. Jen turned around, studying her reflection
from all angles, and finally nodded. It struck the right balance of
dominance and sensuality, she felt. That was a relief. It would
have been terribly inconvenient to have to try and modify it now.
She hadn't planned to have to discipline Alex so much tonight, but
the look still fit. At any rate, if all else failed, she
could
always
step
up her dominance game.

Thus satisfied, she at last took the collar from the
nightstand and headed back out to the living room, licking her lips
in anticipation.

The sight struck her unexpectedly strongly, like a jolt down
her spine and straight to her cunt. Alex was kneeling with his legs
spread wide apart, his head bowed, his arms folded so tightly
behind his back he might as well already be bound. His cock was
standing even thicker and taller than before, something she would
not have believed without seeing it, and his breathing was ragged.
But he did not look up at her approach. He hadn't been instructed
to.

What a good boy.

"I see you can still follow some orders," she said, carefully
keeping the warmth from her voice. Neither of them would be
satisfied if she let up on him now. Alex flinched a little, but
nodded. That hadn't been an order or a question, so he didn't
speak.

"Lift your head so I can put the collar on."

"Yes, Mistress," he whispered, and did so.

His skin was surprisingly cold to the touch as she buckled the
collar around his neck, and alabaster-white. She wondered if all
the blood in his body had gone to that glorious cock, flushed a
deep purplish-red against the white flesh of his belly. He met her
eyes as she lingered over him, and for a moment she couldn't bear
to break that shared gaze. He just looked... so sweet, so
vulnerable. She could hardly wait to make him scream.