Kierra

I can feel the eyes trailing me, and not just Benji's. Not making eye contact with anyone is easy, since I've perfected the art over the years. A few give a greeting, so I return a smile and a nod but don't actually look at them.

Moving with purpose and going past several private rooms that interesting sounds are coming from, nobody stops me. Thankfully. Finding the door labeled 'Ladies', I slip inside. The dimmed lighting out in the main room makes the one in here seem super bright, having to stop and squint as I stand there and get my bearings.

The room is decently sized with a few toilet stalls and a couple showers. Not wanting to dwell on what those are needed for, I get up to the sinks and mirrors. Movement catches my eye when I move, eyes finding the mirrored wall at the end of the room.

Seeing only myself, I get to the faucet and turn on the cold water. Blood tipped fingers are thrust under the water flow, washing the majority of it off before touching my face. The press of frigidness against my skin calms me instantly. Where other people need hot to relax, I need cold.

Nose now free of the scent of blood, sex, and intoxicating Vampire, I can breathe freely. Perfumes and other smells color the air in here, but not as strong as they are on the other side of the door. A small opened window reveals partially why.

A couple women make their way in as I touch a cold hand to the back of my neck, eyes closing at the bliss it creates.

"Are you alright?"

When opening reveals them looking at me, I nod and give a small smile.

"Yeah, just overheated."

Having done their civic duty, they go about their chatter and needs. Ignoring their talk of this or that male, I grab a quick drink of the cool liquid and start my way out.

"Benjamin's here tonight, did you see him? I'm going to ask him to join us."

The giggling hushed voices catch my ears before I get to the door, but I keep going. A streak of possessiveness flashes through me, it gets squashed down and beat out. Magics may have made him mine, but he's not mine. No need for jealousy or any such garbage here.

I make my way out, stepping to the side and running my hands through my hair. Nails dig in as I scratch over my scalp vigorously, long and wild hair flying around me.

"Someone get you all riled up?"

Hands freezing, I look up at the man talking to me. At least six-foot and decked out in shiny material, combat boots, and chains. A sheer top much like Benjamin's covers his upper body, but it's more like my fishnet, just sleeveless.

Built and defined, ice blue eyes watch me as I lower my hands. A whip at his waist is coiled up and belted, catching my eye as I do my quick once over. A short dark mohawk tops his head, shaved sides dark with stubble, and the same-colored soul patch on his chin completes the look.

"Could say that, but it wasn't anything some cold water couldn't fix."

He grins and chuckles, eyes piercing and unsettling. All human, but he does have a draw about him that calls to you. A scream catches our attention, a woman on one of the machines is getting hammered from behind in one of the alcoves. An area off to the side that's open, but not necessarily in your face open.

Wait, make that a man. Blinking, I cock my head curiously as I watch. There is a woman, she's the one hammering into him, neon green strap-on in place.

Well, that's something you don't see every day.

"Caesar is a cock slut who loves to be humiliated by women. He finds release in it that he can't get from vanilla sex."

I look back up to the male next to me, brow raised. Vanilla meaning the everyday sex that is known to every adult. The man holds out his hand and looks at me expectantly. Giving a shy smile, I put my hand in his slowly, unsure of what he plans. He takes it and bows, laying a soft kiss before standing upright again.

"I am Master Percival, I own this establishment and most within it, although I do not recognize you."

Grinning mischievously, I tilt my head again and respond.

"Well no, you wouldn't, would you? This establishment has never had my paws within it before. A virgin no more to its sounds and smells."

He blinks at me before he laughs, laying his other hand over mine so it's hidden within.

"Do you wish to sample those who are free? Or do you need to be punished and taught a lesson?"

Raising an eyebrow, I look at this man, this Percival, and smirk.

"Anyone trying to punish me will find themselves at the wrong end of my teeth. Those who are free can stay that way, I just wish to observe and learn."

He smiles, standing more upright, a glimmer showing in his eyes.

"I would enjoy teaching you. Sessions are run here to teach those entering this kind of lifestyle. If you're interested, I can tell you more about it."

That's when Benjamin and Renee come in. Both the same height before one lowers to his knees next to the Master of the place. The brown-haired Renee bows his head, clearly showing his status.

Benjamin meanwhile plucks my hand fairly smoothly from the baiting male, smiling as he does so and tugging me under his shoulder.

"Master Percival, I see you've found my wayward consort. I hope she hasn't insulted you in any way, she does have a mouth on her."

Granted I'm grateful to be out of the clutches of one male, but being tucked into another is hardly an improvement. His cool skin presses along the side of my body, upper frame nude from his missing shirt.

"Benjamin! It's good to see you. We don't hear much from you these days. Seeing your jewel-eyed woman, I can now understand why."

Shit. What's the point of having the damn things if I keep forgetting about them? Must have been more shaken then I realized, finding them clipped to my shoulder and not remembering doing so.

"She has not given insult, but I agree to her having a mouth. I imagine sparing with her can be quite entertaining. A lovely Dom she would make, and an even better pet; brat that she may be."

Eyebrows shoot up at the statement. A brat? I haven't been called that since I was in my early teens. They laugh for a bit before Benji looks down to me and explains.

"A brat is a submissive who isn't well behaved and rebels against given orders. Gluttons for punishment but very much loved by their Masters."

The present one nods in agreement, a smile on his face as he looks over me again. The bombardment of feelings and emotions have me closing off as much as I can. Constant arousal, pain, lust, and release from those around me has my body all sorts of out of whack.

Cold Vampire fingers at my hip press firmly as the opposite male does the circuit, meanwhile I watch as he pets Renee's head.

"Renee, where is your Mistress? Such a naughty pet for straying."

Percival's attention finally goes from me to the man on his knees. Benji excuses us as politely as possible and moves me away. Moving toward a partitioned off area, he leans down and whispers to me.

"Do you seek out trouble or are you just a magnet for it?"

My eyes widen in innocence, looking up at him and batting my eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'd just come out of the bathroom when he came up to me."

By his expression, he clearly isn't fooled by my act, so I just smile sweetly.

"Now now pussycat, isn't sharing supposed to be a thing here?"

The look he gives makes me shiver, goosebumps rising at the back of my neck. Blushing, I look away and see where we've moved to. Have to do a double-take when I see someone floating in midair.