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This was perfect.
    Crack! Pop!
    The spanking continued for another full five minutes and when Randy was done he tossed the brush on top of the counter. “I am so proud of you.”
    Jory was afraid his whimpering sounds were too much. Sniveling, he sucked in his breath.
    “You’re going to go stand in the corner again for fifteen minutes,” Randy said as he eased Jory from his lap and wiped the tears from Jory’s cheeks, a smile crossing his face.
    For some reason a sheer joy washed over him and he could see love and forgiveness in Randy’s eyes. ”Thank you.”
    “You’re very welcome. Go. When I come back I think it’ll be time for you to suck my cock.”
    As he heard Randy leaving the room, he couldn’t help but smile. There was no doubt in his mind he was loved. What a wonderful relationship.

 
    The Night Calls
     
    Drisco Barren was a night creature, but not just because of his trade. He preferred living in the shadows, seeing the world from more adventurous eyes. His work allowed him to venture out well after midnight, scoping for companionship. He chuckled as he eased out of his hiding place. He enjoyed people watching almost as much as catching prey. The thought was delicious indeed.
    The neon infused lights of the bar across the street was a perfect hunting ground. Always packed with scores of hungry men and women, he had his selection every night, almost like a never-ending smorgasbord. Tonight, his cravings were dark, perhaps dangerous in design. He preferred a bit of chase before he had his meal. The club afforded him anonymity as well as a varied selection. On the menu tonight? A dark skinned man. There was something about ebony meat he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He’d heard a few women discussing the very concept. The saying was delicious and so very true. The darker the berry the sweeter the fruit. Drisco licked his lips in appreciation.
    As he headed for the club, he raked his tongue back and forth across his aching incisors. He’d gone without food for three nights, a hell of a long time for him. He was used to having blood and sex at least every other night. Clenching his fist, he reeled back in his famished beast. Being a vampire in the twenty-first century wasn’t easy. Between worrying about being caught, indulging in both sexes and the ugly curses that vampires had to face these days, he was lucky he was healthy, happy and always horny.
    The moment he entered into the club, his senses were assaulted. Blaring music and flashing lights enveloped every inch of the oversized space. Inhaling deeply, the scent of sex and exotic colognes was a heady combination. Sadly, he needed blood before he could enjoy the flavors of a human. This he loathed about being a creature born in the fires of Hell. As he strolled through the club, passing crowds of customers who were instantly attracted to his prowess and rugged good looks, he read the minds of those he was passing by.
    It seemed everyone was desperately hungry for a wild night of passion and kink. And most especially they longed for their grasp of power. Sex wasn’t just about sating carnal desires but also about the illusion of control, whether feigned or something else. They longed to help themselves to the feast of flesh in front of them. Tonight, he was going to do the taking.
    Easing to the bar, he simply gave the overtly sensual blond bartender a look, issuing a command about his drink request. Humans were so easy, so predictable. At least they were fertile ground with delicious bodies. And their blood was to die for.
    “Mmm… Care to dance?” Her voice lilted as she swayed her hips back and forth, a seductive look on her face.
    He could smell drugs as well as alcohol on her body. Drisco certainly wasn’t in the mood for something so dirty. Leaning over, he licked down the side of her neck, allowing his teeth to graze across her tender flesh. The taste would have been much better had she been clean. Still, the snippet of her blood