Vampire Mistress by Joey W. Hill Page A

The look in his eyes would break a Goddess’s heart, let alone a mortal woman who found him too irresistible to be safe.
    “Because you have nothing left to lose.”

4
    G IDEON stood there. As his eyes shuttered, looking inside himself, she gave a signal to the cameras. Otherwise, she held her position, knowing if she moved, it could break the moment in several different ways.
    Ten minutes later, he was still standing there, but his gaze had focused back on her, disturbing in its intensity. She didn’t flinch, though. He didn’t break the link when the door opened, either, though it cost him, his shoulders twitching.
    “An Amazon brigade?” he asked, that defensive flash back in his eyes.
    “No. Something different for you.”
    Gideon turned then to discover the three women she’d summoned were not Dommes, but three club slaves. Natural submissives employed by Atlantis to help wherever they were needed on the underground floor. All three were completely naked except for collars, their three different body types all tempting to the male eye.
    Janet was a Renaissance beauty, with full hips and belly, heavy breasts and wavy golden hair long enough to belong to a fairy. It was twisted into a tail, the barrette fastened to a ring at the back of her silver club collar, while the rest of the locks tumbled down her back, brushing her pale buttocks. Charlene was slender, small breasted with just a hint of hips, a willowy beauty with pale green eyes and elfin features. Ella was the classic hourglass, the kind that would cause every man on a beach to get hard, watching her sway and jiggle her way down the sand in a scanty bikini. Her red hair was caught up on her neck, whereas Charlene had close-cropped hair that only enhanced the elf impression.
    The one thing they all had in common was a vulnerability that was entirely nonthreatening. They would do her bidding without hesitation, while a man who was any gentleman would hesitate to do anything to thwart them.
    She nodded to Janet. “Take him into the bath chamber. I want all his clothes removed. Chain him there and oil his body. I’ll handle any other preparations.”
    From the wry resignation laced with a tad of desperation in his face, she saw he understood how well she’d outplayed him. So she spoke in a quiet, almost gentle tone. “They’ll obey me without question, Gideon, so don’t resist. I’m trusting you not to harm them. Is my trust misplaced?”
    He shook his head, a sigh lifting and dropping his wide shoulders. She nodded. “Then I’ll join you shortly.”
    When Janet took one of his hands, Ella the other, he stared down at their fingers, holding his scarred, strong ones. The women, irresistible nymphs, smiled at him. Janet emitted a sudden, playful trill of laughter, a girl’s giggle, and then they were tugging him along, headed for the bath.
    When he was out of view, Anwyn’s own shoulders drew back at last, trying to relieve her discomfort. Pressing another button, she moved stiffly through the narrow staff exit and into an antechamber that paid staff could use to give themselves a break, while allowing them to still view the room, unseen. Madelyn was already there with the first aid kit.
    “Well, that was exciting,” she said dryly. “You’ve lost your mind, haven’t you?”
    Anwyn grimaced, pulled her long hair forward and presented her back to the other Domme so she could examine the glass shard lodged in the tender flesh inside her shoulder blade. “Damn, I loved that angel,” she grumbled. “It was an original, too. Don’t fuss, Maddie. It hasn’t hit anything vital. Just pull it out straight, clean the wound, put some adhesive over it and I’m good to go. I’ll change tops so it won’t distract him. I’m lucky he was too worked up to notice it. He has a protective streak.”
    “Yeah, I noticed how he carried you over to the chair like you were a porcelain doll. After he nearly impaled you.” Maddie shook her head, withdrew the