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And I can feel every eye upon us as we make our way up to the bed. Living humans and vampires alike stop their activities to watch us, or they continue what they’re doing but turn their heads and eyes in our direction. It’s gloriously overwhelming.

I gasp when we arrive at the center of the room. I didn’t notice it before, but the bed and its platform are rotating slowly in a clockwise direction. It’s not too fast, but enough that everyone can witness every angle of what’s taking place upon it.

I’m a little nervous that I’ll stumble on my shaky legs, but it turns out I don’t need to worry. Unable to contain herself any longer, Crimson sweeps me up in her arms in a possessive gesture, and carries me onto the platform.

Even though we’re surrounded by others, she looks down at me like I’m the only person in the world.

And although I’m still nervous about what’s going to happen next, I know that she’s the only person in the world for me. I feel so safe, so seen, so…

Soloved…

Crimson puts me down gently in the center of the bed. My entire body tingles with anticipation and I look up at her obediently. The bed is lit by a diffused, golden glow from above. It envelopes everything in a dreamlike haze. I was worried I would feel dizzy on thespinning bed, but it’s rotating slowly enough that I don’t feel it, although it’s exciting to see all the eyes upon us.

“On your hands and knees,” Crimson commands.

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“Yes, sir,” I reply, obeying quickly. I’m eager to show everyone how well I serve her. The bed is soft enough to be easy on my wrists and knees, but firm enough that I’m not sinking into it.

She circles me, looking at me like she’s a wolf and I’m a lamb. The tension is so thick you could slice it with a knife.

“Stick that nice ass out for me,” she hums.

Oh, yes…I arch my back, anticipating what will come next.

Crimson stops directly behind me. I can’t see her, but I can feel her pull my satin dress up.

She clicks her tongue in disapproval. “I thought I said no panties.”

My pussy quivers under her intense scrutiny. “I’m sorry, my king.”

“You know what this means,” she says, her stern voice ringing out through the room for everyone to hear. “I’m going to have to punish you.”

“Yes, sir,” I answer, trembling. I turn my head to see her bending over me, and with a dramatic flourish, she slices through my lace panties with her fangs.

I gasp as I’m exposed to her, and to everyone watching. The idea of them all seeing me, flush and pink, wet and ready, is almost too much to bear…

But I don’t have time to think about it, because her cold hands are already on my ass, rubbing and squeezing, readying me…

“Will you take your punishment like a good girl?” she asks.

“Yes, sir…ah!” my words are cut off by the sharp, hard sting of her palm against my bare skin.

Blood rushes to my cheeks as well as my ass…I’m embarrassed that I shouted, and I try to quiet myself and show her that I can take whatever she gives me…

Oh, but it’shard…her spanks come quickly, rhythmically, with barely any time to recover in between. Just when I think I’ve gotten used to the sensation, she stops, and she puts a firm finger to my aching pussy, caressing me.

I moan, unable to keep my pleasure to myself.

“You’re enjoying your punishment, aren’t you?” she says. I can’t see her, but I can hear the villainous smirk in her voice. “You’re nice and wet for me.”

“Yes, sir,” I reply, breathlessly.

“Can you take more?”

“I can take everything you give me, my king.”