~Sexual Situations~

Svane fell asleep as soon as he’d eaten the assorted fruit plate, followed by the most bitter tea he’d ever tasted. Laying on the mattress was like falling into melted butter and he didn’t even bother with pulling the comforter back. And in no time, he was dreaming. 

“I feel you will have many dreams like this.”

Even here I can’t escape him? Svane turned toward the voice and found he couldn’t move a muscle again. Only this time, he could move his head, and in so doing found that he was bound by both ankles and wrists. 

He lay on a bed, though it wasn’t as comfortable as the one in his new bedroom. Where is this? 

“That does not concern you.” 

Svane’s legs suddenly  buzzed with pain and tears burned the corner of his eyes. What just happened?

“I told you about following my orders, did I not?” Mr. Nicolau placed whatever object he’d used to strike him down at Svane’s restrained feet. “Hopefully this teaches you the error of your ways.”

Darkness overcame him as fabric covered his eyes and fear seeped its way into him and he squirmed against his restraints. “O-okay I promise I’ll listen to everything you say!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. It’s just a blindfold.” 

Something cool dripped onto his lower stomach, trailing down lower. Svane clenched as a cold hand gripped him firmly. “W-w-woah, what are—”

Something snug and unbearably warm slid over him and Svane lost all intelligible thought, closing his eyes. 

Svane awoke what felt a few seconds later, reeling from the intense sensation he still felt running through him. I still feel so... 

A loud knock at the door snapped him out of his thoughts. “U-uh yes?”

The door opened and Mr. Nicolau walked in wearing a jet black three-piece suit and silver tie. I guess vampires being attractive also wasn’t a myth. 

“I hope you are well-rested,” Mr. Nicolau said, sitting at the edge of the bed, not bothering to look in his direction. “Here is the written contract. Leave it outside your door no later than seven this evening; that should be enough time for you to read.” He placed the stack of papers gently on the bed, and citrine eyes went from cool to liquid heat. “I think you understand what might happen if you do not do as you're told now?”

Svane flinched unconsciously and Mr. Nicolau nodded to himself. “The first ten pages detail what is expected of you throughout the week.” He rose slowly, and Svane noticed the skin under his eyes appeared bruised. 

He opened his mouth and then shut it abruptly. You’re really gonna ask this jerk if he’s alright?

“You should start reading that contract sooner rather than later.” Mr. Nicolau walked with measured footsteps toward the room door. Before shutting it behind him, he peeked his head back in. 

“Pay special attention to the intimacy clause.”

Brontes closed the door softly before leaning against the adjacent wall, breathing heavily. It appears I misjudged my starvation. Given the events he’d facilitated in the dreamscape and their obvious effect on his food, it looked as if it’d be in prime condition a little sooner than he’d initially thought. 

Down the hall, he could hear Mrs. Smith lighting the stove. Like most vampires, Brontes couldn’t stand the smell of cooked food. Normally he’d retreat to his sealed basement bedroom, the one he used when he was in “poor health,” but because his new meal’s thoughts were just as enticing as its blood he decided to go to his study instead. 

He whistled softly to himself as he heard the flurry flipping of paper and expletives from down the hall. 

Vampires are crazy, Svane thought helplessly as his eyes scanned the words binding him to such a creature. Everything was planned out for him, to the very second of each day. His diet was strictly controlled except for the day after feeding, where he would be allowed to eat whatever he wanted until eight that evening. 

I even have to work out every day. Though, when he thought about the clause he hated the most it made sense. Svane had thought the vampire was pulling his leg in his dream, but there was indeed a ban on sexual gratification at any time whether it be solo or with someone else. 

Still can’t believe he can just read my thoughts… Even this paled in comparison to the ban on all things related to intimate acts. 

Like any other normal hot-blooded man, Svane could only go so long before becoming pent up. And no amount of “exercise” would make the need go away. To make matters worse, he was only allowed to on feeding day.

I’m not doing it with you geezer! Svane attempted to put force behind his thoughts but didn’t know if he was successful. What still made him reach for the pen Mr. Nicolau left behind were the last few pages detailing his benefits. 

With a heavy sigh, he reached for the pen the vampire had left behind. It’ll be nice to not worry about my next meal or where I’ll sleep. Svane signed quickly before he could change his mind and placed it on the bed before standing. 

Now that that is settled, you have ten minutes before you are late for breakfast. I am sure I do not need to remind you of the consequences of being tardy? 

Somehow Mr. Nicolau sounded colder inside Svane’s head, and he gripped at his temples as if experiencing brain freeze. I got it, I got it. 

“Jerk,” he muttered while walking to his new personal spa. 

You know, vampires can hear everything.

Svane felt his cheeks flush but bit his lip from saying something aloud, forcing himself to start thinking of anything else to prevent the vampire from catching onto his embarrassment.  As the contract specified, he brushed his teeth with some brand of toothpaste he’d never seen before, but it tasted like any other toothpaste. He flossed, wincing when he reached his molars. 

Can’t believe I have to shower twice a day now. Although, when he looked around the sparkling bathroom again, any indignation he felt slipped away at its luxury. He turned the knob toward the specific setting the contract stated and despite himself, he felt his mind wander to the half-dream from the night before. 

Standing under the tepid water, Svane couldn’t help but remember the vivid dream. Think about something else, think about something else. But even as he forced himself to think about his favorite television shows, he couldn’t help the longing build up inside him, though his body showed no signs of the war raging inside him. 

I still… 

Svane’s fist clenched at his sides, and he let the steady water pressure beat into him. Mr. Nicolau had done something to him, and he knew instinctively that he could touch himself all day long but nothing would happen. The realization depressed him and he took his time showering, wondering if he’d just signed his ass away. Literally. 

Such predictable creatures. Brontes could only shake his head at the murky aura that seemed to seep from down the hall. This always happened with the young ones, yet another reason he avoided them. But if he didn’t do something, for the time being, his meal would sour beyond repair. 

Mrs. Smith, please add a small plate of dark chocolate, as well as the laptop. Brontes didn’t quite trust leaving the car keys yet, so he settled on the next best thing that usually cheered them up: spending his money. 

It pays to be alive for centuries. Brontes couldn’t help but smirk at his poor joke, though it was largely true. In his first life, he’d been born to slave parents in ancient Greece. By the time his good looks found him, it was too late to save his long-dead parents with the favor the priestess showed him. 

She taught him many things, the most important lesson being about currency and what to do with it once it was in your possession. Brontes had thought his way out would be becoming a merchant with her support, only to have a new life forced upon him after his thirty-third birthday “celebration.” 

Am I supposed to eat this laptop too? 

The sarcastic thought brought Brontes back to the present day and he rolled his eyes. If you don’t want to put that credit card to use, then I’ll tell Mrs. Smith to—

The flurry of “no’s” his meal bombarded him with induced a dull ache behind his eyelids. 

QUIET! There is no need to shout like the animal you are. Brontes took in a deep breath in the absolute silence following his reprimand to calm himself. I am going out for the day, so if you need anything have Mrs. Smith give you my contact information if she cannot answer your questions. By ordering from that laptop specifically, everything should show up before the end of the day. 

Brontes considered waiting for a reply but cut the tie between them for the time being. I still have to come up with a suitable punishment for later…