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Romeo, or what?”
    Fuck her. He was more than ready to begin. He cupped her soft neck with his right hand and moved the razor to the exposed flesh peeping out from her Wonderbra and then drew first blood.

Chapter 3
     
    “Careful, candy man.” Cindi flinched when the blade pierced her skin. The thick crimson liquid oozed from the small slice in her chest, and made a perfect line across her black lace bra. As soon as Tristan made the first cut, he stood up and moved to the side of her. The soft light against his auburn curls made him resemble a Botticelli angel. Yeah, Cindi knew better.
    Truth of the moment, she couldn’t help but admire the sight of him. He was purely sex on a stick. A gorgeous specimen of humanity.
    “Stand up.” His voice came from behind. As she stood, he pulled the chair away from her, leaving her standing in the middle of the alcove with her hands bound and hanging on a hook above her head. A slight uncomfortable silence pierced the dimness in the room. Her body was stretched a little tighter than was usual this early, but any time they were taking part in blood play, the endorphins released during the slicing and lead-up to the occasional beating made that slight uncomfortable pain seem normal.
    Right now, with Tristan’s severely agitated mood, she wasn’t so sure how this night might end.
    “I have a surprise for you tonight, sweetness.”
    “What kind of surprise?” Cindi had to admit her attention was piqued. Most of his surprises during their blood-playing festivities were exciting and very, very naughty. Just like she liked it.
    “A surprise that you will never forget. I’ll be right back.” He patted her on the ass and then slipped out of view. She glanced around the small alcove, studying the paraphernalia lying around a little more closely. It was the normal stuff, whips, chains, masks, tit twisters, vaginal clamps, lancets, and syringes.
    What could he possibly be up to? My little plaything, what are you springing on me tonight? She didn’t have to wait long for an answer because he came into view with a woman on his arm. The redhead was as tall as Tristan and curvaceous in ways Cindi wasn’t. Her green eyes slid over Cindi not once but twice.
    What the fuck? Now, she’d admit she’d taken part in many ménage experiences through college, and a few before Tristan came into her life, but he’d never insinuated in any way that he might want to bring another partner into their relationship.
    There was a rancid smell of head games in the air so thick that Cindi could almost reach out and touch it.
    “Cindi, meet Candy Kane, our guest for the evening.” He pinched the exposed part of Candy’s breast. Her black leather bustier was minus the center material, which made it easy for him to cop a feel.
    “That’s Candy Kane with a K.” The woman giggled. Tristan was so busy massaging her right nipple that he didn’t notice the look that was probably on Cindi’s face at the moment. She could feel the shock of what he was doing even though he couldn’t see her face.
    Candy Kane with a K.
    “Candy is going to join us in our games tonight. More to the point, since you’ve rudely drained me of most of my pranic energy, I need fed. Candy here is one of my donors.”
    Cindi leveled him with a scathing look. “I’ve got a better idea. Why don’t you slip around the corner and feed from Ms. Kane with a K, and then we can resume. I totally understand your need to feed.”
    “I don’t think so. I’d rather have Candy join in on our fun tonight. Oh, wait, are you scared, Cindi? Never been with a woman before?” He put a finger to his lip. “Oh, wait, if I remember correctly, and I do, baby, you’ve been with several woman. This should be like riding a bike.”
    “Are we talking sex here, Tristan?”
    “Mmm…not a bad idea. What do you think, doll?” He dipped down and sucked Candy’s exposed nipple into his mouth and then released it. A sly grin slid across his face as he