~Sexual Situations~

“Not again!” Svane couldn’t help but let the words slip out of his mouth. 

As was described in their contract, he had been in bed by 11 PM. In fact, he’d turned in early to show his appreciation for the pile of new items he’d bought, some of which still sat unopened in his room. 

So, when he’d opened his eyes to the same dream bedroom as the night before, his frustration got the better of him. At least this time I’m not completely restrained. 

“It seems you still do not understand your position.” 

How can a hand feel so cold, even in a dream? Svane was shocked at the chill circling his bare skin that he failed to fully process what this meant.

Drool spilled from the sides of Svane’s mouth as his skin felt as if someone had set it ablaze. His nails dug into the palms of his restrained hands from the searing pain and he strained for breath. 

“If you drool onto my shoes, this will seem like child’s play.”

I-I won’t-t…

Brontes sighed, more frustrated with himself than the struggling body that lay over his thighs. Usually, he could sense just how much “toughening up” his food could take. Something about this specimen threw his senses off-kilter, and both being thrown off and being aware of it made him more irritable. 

“Here.” With little ceremony, he extended the nail on his pointer finger and cut at his skin before holding it out for his prey to see. “Drink once I remove the ball gag.”

I haven’t felt this feeling in some time, Brontes sighed softly as a hot slick mouth latched on his skin and sucked at blood spilling out from the gash. 

While his food got its fill of him, he reached for the lotion he usually had nearby for scenes like these and squirted some on the glaring red flesh. Brontes watched as the body tensed at his touch and something akin to regret lodged in his chest. But he wasn’t one to apologize, especially when it was his food’s fault they were there in the first place. 

Vampire blood tastes sweet, Svane thought as Mr. Nicolau rubbed something that numbed his stinging flesh. 

Any pain evaporated and Svane wasn’t sure how much of the relief came from whatever the vampire was rubbing him with or the blood, but tears made hot streaks down his cheeks in relief. He’d never been on the receiving end of such a punishment, and whenever he’d done the same to his lovers, he’d always been considerate of the line between pleasure and pain. 

Wait, lovers? 

Brontes paused before continuing his treatment. He couldn’t help but recall his youth again and how he too began to think of the priestess as his lover after he’d unknowingly drank her blood mixed with his wine. It was a “perk” of being a vampire—feeding your prey made it more likely they’d feed you without hesitation. He hated treating them this way and usually allowed natural trust to build before officially sealing their contract after he took his first fill of them. 

But this one is determined to fight me. 

Svane finally let go of the vampire’s arm, licking his lips clean before closing his eyes. He felt sleepy and nuzzled into the hard legs supporting his weight. “I get it, Mr. Nicolau... “ Bitterness still colored the rest of his response. “... I won’t disobey you again.”