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Chapter Seventeen
She nodded. "I'm sorry I've been so freaked out recently. I promise I'll get better. No more running off. I may not like or even understand why you do things the way you do, but how much right do I have to bitch if I just walk away and do nothing? You keep the peace. And these guys don't follow you out of fear. They respect you and they like you. I've had worse bosses in my life."
The research that he'd been working on now seemed like the most trivial stuff in the world. He'd been hoping she'd come around, and so she had. She was standing in his office, on her own two feet and without any coercion on his part. He got out of his chair and offered her his hand, which she shook. "You'll stay on then?"
"Yes Sir. Just point me to the books on all this magical hoo-hah that you guys get mixed up with and I'll study it."
He grinned. "I hope you're a fast learner."
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Protect and Serve Chapter Eighteen
'This is so not good for my back,' she thought. She felt a slap on her ass and noticed that Shane was looking at her expectantly. This was another moment where she would be blushing if she could. Her jaw started moving but the sound was strangely absent. He raised his hand again --"Women," she whispered heatedly. "I want to be with . . . dominated by a woman. Or multiple women. Multiple people, public places." Then the flood came. Acknowledging the path of being a sexual being had been hard. That night, she had taken the first step down the path. Now, she was drawing Shane a topographical map.Shane was suppressing a grin. It was like he and his household had won the sex dreams lottery. Then he wondered if she'd ever really been happy. "I want you to be honest," he said when she finally ran out of ideas. "Why haven't you ever indulged yourself? Keeping all your desires in
Protect and Serve Chapter Nineteen
'Okay,' Shamira thought as she prepared to face a brave new day, 'I need to get some cotton sheets. This silk stuff really isn't that comfortable.' Earlier that night (or morning), she had done things that she never would have imagined herself doing. She had been chained up, physically manhandled, had hot wax tripped all over her, and had been violated in every orifice that she could think of. The man who had made Shamira a vampire, one Shane Stapleton, had introduced her to a world that had only existed in her fantasies before. He had told her to call herself a whore, and she had. She had enjoyed it. She had enjoyed all of it. Now, she was wondering what the hell she'd done. After a set of mind-blowing orgasms and wild sensations, Shane had unchained her and brought her back to her bedroom. Shane always slept, and in reality slept, alone as a security precaution. He was an important vamp and the head of this house, so she understood the precautions. But waking up alone made her th
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty
----------- -----------At dinner . . .----------- -----------Shamira was a little alarmed at what she was seeing. She had been getting ready to enjoy a nice medium-rare NY strip steak when Shane's dinner had arrived. And by dinner, he meant the wife of a district appeals court judge. She was a woman who was still quite comely in her mid-forties, with the body of someone who had worked long and hard to keep from losing her youthful figure. It had worked.She seemed to know everyone at the table except Shamira, whom she greeted warmly. Then she had straddled Shane's lap and he had bitten into her neck. The rest of the table just grinned and went back to eating. Mrs. Tabitha Grunholdt, the lady in question, was grinding against Shane's lap as he drank from her neck."She's something, isn't she?" Renata asked. The werejaguar leaned in and whispered, "She and her husband have an open relationship. Not surprising since he's a closet homosexual AND a Republican. She was able to get her kic
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty One
----------- --------------------- The next afternoon . . . ----------- --------------------- When Shamira awoke, she knew immediately that she wasn't in Kansas anymore. Okay, she wasn't in her own bed, but the feeling was pretty much the same. She raised her head, her vamp vision kicking in to help scan the darkened room. Yeah, it was apparently five in the afternoon, but vampires used heavy curtains and didn't have a lot of windows anyway. She was in Clara's room. She didn't think she'd ever actually been in this room before, but she was pretty sure that's where she was. How did she know? Well, Clara being curled up next to her was a pretty good clue. Shamira felt better than she ever remembered feeling in her life. She decided right then and there that before becoming a vampire, she was a virgin, or maybe getting brought over reset the scales or something. Either way, whatever it was that she'd been doing before didn't count as sex. What had happened to her last night . . . THAT
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty Two
----------- ----------------- That evening . . . ----------- ----------------- Shamira knocked gently on the door to Shane's office. The door buzzed and opened slightly, so she pulled it the rest of the way open. She peaked her head inside. Shane was sitting behind his desk, and the judge's wife she'd seen the previous night was in a chair across from him. She was wearing a different dress suit than she had the last time, so she'd probably gone home in the interim. "I'm sorry Sir," Shamira said, looking down at the ground. "I didn't know you had company. I'll come back --" "Come in, Shamira," he interrupted. "Mrs. Grunholdt, this is Shamira, my latest acquisition. Dressed appropriately, I see," he murmured appreciatively. Monique had put several more outfits into Shamira's closet, including the tight stretchy black pants with a zipper that ran from the front to the back between her legs, a black leather bustier that was laced up the middle, a brown leather belt, and black opera g
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty Three
----------- --------------------Several hours later . . .----------- --------------------"Shamira, get out of the car. It was just one web."Shamira was shaking her head. "I'll be fine in a minute."Renata leaned against the car, laughing in her hands until she cried. She hadn't believed it when she'd heard about the golf course incident, but Shamira was deathly afraid of spiders. She had been wandering through one of the few forested areas left near I-575 (due to the swampy nature of the area) waving a stick in front of her when a web brushed up against her face. She had screamed, waved her hands wildly in the air, then run back to the Ford Mustang."How can you be an outdoors person and be afraid of spiders?""I'm very careful when and where I walk. Damn it, I thought that this super vamp vision was supposed to help see in the dark!""It makes it so you can see as well at night as you do during the day. Webs are always hard to see. Now get out of the car," Renata said, shaking he
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty Four
Shamira hadn't slept for crap. She'd managed to avoid all the doms and switches the night before, as she was in no mood to play any reindeer games. She had burned out a couple of magazines at the firing range, done whip practice for an hour, then went out and just walked the golf course a couple of times. 'What's the point? I thought this would be different, but no. I come up with an idea, someone else takes credit for it. Good enough to do grunt work, but nothing delicate. Oh no, the girl with the muscles can't to the diplomatic part.' Deep in her heart, she knew that she was overreacting a bit, but being mad was a powerful thing, kind of like an avalanche. Once it started, it just had to keep going until it ran out of things to eat or until it ran into a wall bigger than it could handle. 'Screw 'em,' she thought. Once the sun rose, it was Sunday, her safe day. She was going to go hide out in the lounge, say to hell with research and all the rest, and she was just going to watch foo
Protect and Serve Chapter Twenty Five
------------ ----------------- Three hours later . . . ------------ ----------------- "Never . . . EVER . . . ask 'How bad can it be?' EVER!" Henry said as the six "heroes" returned from their less than illustrious outing. Banshee and Lillian had been right. Some sixteen year old girl had attempted an "off voodoo" ritual to make a boy at school like her and had accidentally brought a next of EFIs into the Earth realm. EFI, as Banshee explained, stood for Evil Fucking Insect. They looked like ants, except for being six inches long, glowing yellow eyes, pincers that could bit a normal man's fingers off, and an extremely tough hide. There had been thousands of them wandering around, trying to get into the girl's magic circle, which she'd been smart enough to stay inside. Shamira learned something new every day. Apparently when you summon something, it stays in the circle or out, but as soon as the caster crosses the line, bad things happened. Lillian had calmed the girl down, cast a t
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