Blurb: Julia has the
opportunity to become one of the Vampire Dominants of Blue Moon House. Before
they accept, however, the seven vampires must all gauge her worthiness as an
eternal companion. Each will test her, sample her, and decide her fate.
Excerpt:
“MmmmMmmaximum.”
Julia wept loudly. Blood was trickling down her back and over her breasts where
the cruel whip had broken her skin. She burned everywhere, stinging from her
first beating at his hand, and then adding the salt of sweat, the blood.
Sagging against the chains that held her mostly upright, she sobbed bitterly.
The whip
was gone and Harry was there, releasing her wrists. “Terrance. Did you have to
be so hard?”
The tall,
icy man softened for the first time Julia had seen. “Everyone has a limit. If
she would join us, I would know hers. Now, I do. Take care of her, Harrold.”
Julia’s
mind logged the response but couldn’t think about it in the midst of the pain.
Harry was licking her wounds, his saliva closing them faster but burning them
further. Julia screamed again.
“Hush,”
Harry said with concern, his voice soft and familiar, a raft for Julia to grasp
in the sea of pain. There was a stabbing in her leg.
“That
will help. You will sleep soon, Julia. In the morning, the pain will be much
less, I promise,” Terrance told her, pulling her hair off her face and mopping
it with a cool cloth.
“I-I’m
not...” She didn’t know how to ask if she was unworthy.
“You
impress me, Julia. I look forward to having centuries to get to know more of
you, other limits.”
Julia
flinched, crying out and hugging Harry. Terrance laughed and the difference
between that and the cold demands, the hard mocking he’d given her all night
made her turn back.
“Never
pain, Julia. I found that limit.”
She
relaxed, the drug they’d given her taking effect. It didn’t make her dopey, but
she was exhausted. Terrance had followed only hours after Lynn. Julia hoped
that was the end of the women. All had known of her distaste, but only Jocelyn
had pushed it, knowing she could be pushed. Lynn had been more like Sophia.
When she
woke on the large bed, she did ache, but all the burning was gone. She saw
welts all over her body, but smelled a tincture that had been applied to speed
her healing. It was working. She rose slowly though, wincing at times, to find
herself breakfast.
For the
first time, Julia wondered just how many vampires there were in Blue Moon
House. Was she near the end yet? She hadn’t changed her mind. Her family lived
far away and she only saw them on holidays. She had a few friends she would
miss keenly, but they would be fine without her. No one depended on her, except
possibly her co-workers, and she’d been meaning to walk out on them for months
now.
“Whoa.
Are you okay?” one of the other submissives, a man of middle years, asked.
Julia
nodded, sitting very gingerly in the dining room. Pain spread across her bottom
and then receded a little after she had sat a moment. Sucking through her
teeth, she pushed it away. Then she lifted her juice.
“Who?” he
asked. It wasn’t a common question. Masters were usually kept private.
“Terrance,”
Julia’s voice was a croak.
The man’s
mouth hung open. “But Terrance never... I mean, I hope you feel better soon.”
Julia
grabbed at his elbow. “You belong to Terrance?” she asked.
“I did,”
the man answered. “He was too soft, too gentle for what I wanted. He sent me to
Will.” The man’s grin gleamed. “I’m very happy now.”
Julia
stiffened and regretted it when her bruises panged. Will, she was sure, would
have her next. “I see. Have you had other Masters?”
“Not in
the House. I’m Justin.” He offered his hand and Julia took it. “You’re older
than most,” he observed.
She
chuckled. “So are you.” Most of the submissives were in their mid-twenties.
Both Julia and Justin were well over thirty. Julia was only a year and a bit
from forty. It had posed problems when she started in the BDSM community - no
one had wanted her. Blue Moon House, Harry specifically, had not turned her
away after one session.
“Touché.
Why Terrance?” he asked.
Julia
shook her head, sure she couldn’t tell him, unsure if she was even
allowed.
“Who is
your Master normally?” Justin asked.
Julia’s
eyes went soft. “Harry.”
Justin
smiled. “I’ve often wished he took men. Not that I’m not happy with Will. I
thought about it most when I was with Terrance,” he admitted.
Julia
simply nodded. She ate slowly, relishing the nourishment, the fluids. Her body
felt every year of thirty-eight today. The spare flesh had been kind to her in
the beginning, cushioning blows so they stung but didn’t bruise. She’d lost weight,
though not a lot, since coming here and her joints ached in a way they hadn’t a
year or two ago.
She
chuckled to herself as Justin rose. He quirked an eyebrow and she shook her
head. “Nothing.” She’d just been thinking how little she’d miss those aches
when she was a vampire.
Bio: Angelica
Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than
that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of
plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards —
mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.
Blue Moon House can be purchased at Naughty Night Press