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looking at him, then pointedly moving her gaze beyond him to the bar.
    “Guess we’d better feed you, bad girl,“ he said, winking at her. “All this fucking is sapping your strength. What kind of a vampire would I be to allow my victim to wilt so soon?”
    She giggled at him, kissing his soft, sensual mouth.
    Blaine nipped at her lip. “Insatiable.”
    What more gorgeous specimen of a vampire than her Sir could there possibly be? She his source of sustenance, his blood slave, bound to him in more ways than her chains. The thought made her shiver, her pussy awakening yet again.
    “Go get your bread, and bring it to me.” He nodded his head back toward the bar.
    Erica was starving, and just the thought of even that plain bread made her mouth water. She brought the plate to him, and he took it, dipping his chin toward the floor.
    Sighing, she sunk to her knees. She spread her ass properly on her heels, her cheeks heating at the bounce and wobble of her breasts. He stood over her, bright eyes drinking in her nudity. Her gaze took in the broad, muscular chest, the brown, flat nipples beckoning to her lips and tongue, down the lean, sectioned abdominals with the light dusting of dark hair that dove down to his crotch. He’d tucked himself back in, only a tuft of wiry pubic hair visible in the casually open fly of his black slacks.
    He bade her kneel closer, and she obeyed, not able to divine a way to do it without sending her breasts bouncing once more. Blaine pulled her head to his muscled thigh, fingers stroking though her hair. She kept her hands in her lap as he’d taught her long ago, though she itched to run them up the heavy muscles of those thighs, to feel the barely harnessed power of those legs hum beneath her touch.
    They stood that way for some minutes, his fingers feeling positively divine in her hair, stroking the tension from her scalp. Then he stirred, tapping her cheek. “Raise your eyes, Erica.”
    Clutched in his hand, the piece of bread floated just above her. She tilted her head, questioning, and he nodded at her.
    Then she realized what he intended, and her blush burned to the roots of her hair, his broad grin registering the gleeful pleasure he took in her embarrassment. Plucking up her courage, she knelt up, taking the bread from his fingers with her lips.
    She’d feared it would be bland, tasteless, but instead it was delicious, obviously fresh baked, and fair melted on her tongue. He tore off another piece, holding it above her once more. She moved to kneel up again, but a sharp shake of his head stopped her.
    “Present your breasts.”
    “What? I don’t… ”
    “Use your hands, Erica.”
    Cupping her breasts, she held them up to him, the globes quivering in her unsteady hands.
    “That’s it. Very good.” He placed the piece in her mouth, the back of his hand caressing the warmth of her cheek.
    There was a soft knock and Ana stepped in, a hand wrapped around the door. Erica tried to stand, but Blaine’s hand clamped her head to his thigh. She thought better of struggling against him, and instead hid her face against his slacks, her arms wrapped around him.
    Ana cleared her throat. “Sorry to disturb you, Sir. Mrs. Forster called to say she’d be late.”
    “Thank you, Ana. You can go to bed now, if you want. I’ll lock up.” Erica could feel the smug maid’s gaze on the round, bare ass pressed to her naked feet. “Is there anything I can … get for you, while I’m here, Sir?”
    The bitch. No!
    “No, I think we’re good,” Blaine said, mirth in his voice. “Thank you, Ana.”
    “Good night, Sir.” A pause, her voice raised for effect. “Good night, Erica.”
    Erica wanted to crawl into the floor, through to the center of the earth. But first, she wanted to murder Ana.
    Blaine growled, his hand tightening on her hair.
    “Good night, Ana,” she mumbled, as if chewing on broken glass.
    “Oh wait, Ana?” His palm caressed the crown of Erica’s head. “There is