Tempest
¡± sugar daddy,¡± Tempest chuckled ¡°you are still just as foolish and naive as you were all those many years ago. Especially if you think Wolfram was my sugar daddy. But No,I am not here for revenge, beautiful Scarlett. ?I am here because you called me. You have been calling to me¡to atone yourself for your sins for years. I have finally decided that you are worthy of atonement. For you know we were never friend. We were always Mistress and Slave. Do you remember the last time you needed to atone, pet. ?If I remember is was the night of my party. At my club. The first time you met Wolfram.
*Flashback*
What is a beautifully warm summer evening in New Orleans. And the height of the jazz age. There¡¯s a party at Club Swing. All the arrangements were being made. This party had to be absolutely perfect. Because this was the night that not only with her sire attend, but so to would all the members of the council. Everything needed to be perfect.
Scarlett MacAleister
New Orleans, 1971
Scarlett spent time off and on since meeting Tempest in 1968 spending time with her at her various homes around the world. She would spend weeks, sometimes months, in servitude to Tempest, who was training her to be a slave in the bedroom. The redhead, still serving as a warrior for the Vampire Nation, would leave to take on missions for the Council before returning to submit to her mistress once more.
The redheaded vampire found aspects of her servitude to Tempest arousing, even pleasurable. But much of it went beyond role play and sex. At times it was painful, humiliating and degrading. Scarlett never had desired to be 100 percent submissive to anyone, including Tempest. But in order to gain Tempest's trust and get close to her master, Wolfram, the servitude was necessary.?
Scarlett actually had to consider herself fortunate. At some of the vampire sex clubs and dungeons they'd visited, she had witnessed some vampire submissives experiencing much more serious forms of discipline than she had been subjected to by Tempest. Some vampire doms were known to flay the skin from the bodies of their vampire subs, because the flesh would regenerate in a matter of the hours.
Scarlett arrived at Club Swing as Tempest had ordered in the letter, she'd sent to her several weeks earlier. As she stepped out of her 1970 Camaro out in front of the club, a valet took the keys and gave her a tag to claim the vehicle later. Dressed in a tight red bodysuit and heels, Scarlett slung her purse over one shoulder and made her way into the club.
There had been rumors in some vampire circles around the world that Tempest's party would have a lot of big names in the Vampire Nation present...possibly even Wolfram himself. She had been waiting three years for this introduction. It might not allow her the immediate opportunity to kill the foul vampire her turned her so many years ago, but it would set up what she hoped would be a future opportunity to terminate him, once and for all.?
She sauntered into the club, Miles Davis music playing in the background. Tempest loved jazz, though she'd never really cared for it, preferring the more modern sounds of rock-n-roll. After grabbing a glass of blood from the bar, Scarlett made her way into the main room to search for Tempest...
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