This is my first attempt at Erotica. Please, be kind :)
Nathaniel is a thrall, meaning that he works for a vampire. Although they are mentioned in the story, none of them have actually made an appearance so far. This is aside to my normal pieces I write that are not erotica.
All being a thrall in this story means is that he can be faster and stronger than the humans around him. His vampire's name is Melody, to whom he calls Mistress but not in the BDSM sense, that's just her title.
I hope that covered enough of what is in this piece that might not be completely explained.
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I was feeling aggressive. Not normal aggressive, but sexually aggressive. That didn't mean that I couldn't be in charge during sex, this meant that I was not feeling gentle.
It was uncommon, but after long enough of denial, no training with Seth and not wanting to deal with Noel, I reached my limit. I was not usually submissive as a whole, but as a thrall a good deal of my existence was subservient. I usually found release in exhaustive brawls with Seth and the warriors, or sex with Noel, but neither had been an option recently. Right now I wanted to take my frustration out on someone.
However, that someone would not be in the Temple. The thralls already feared me, admit it or not, they didn't need to see this side of me. I had to go elsewhere.
But I also couldn't use my own employees, for much the same reason. That left little recourse but the Viper's Nest. There were girls there that used the numbered rooms that catered to that sort of client. Enjoyed it even. I didn't need then to enjoy it, but it didn't hurt either.
A call to our club got me routed to a bouncer and I put in my request. Anything but a blonde. The way I was feeling, I didn't need the extra antagonizing that would cause. I was told she would be there in an hour.
I arrived at the club and let myself in the back. The only ones here were the girls who lived downstairs in the dungeon and two bouncers who tended them. On the desk was a room key. Room five. Each room was set up differently. One and two were basically just bedrooms, equipped with various implements of rough sex play. Three and four were more for various fetishes that were common while five and six were larger and set up for adjustment for any request that we were given. I had not been specific,* so there was nothing set out for me.
Entering the room showed me a red headed woman sitting on the bed. She was dressed in a silk robe, tied neatly at her waist obscuring anything that might lie underneath. Seeing me enter she slid off the bed to her knees, eyes watching my feet.
"Is there anything you need to tell me?" I asked her as I started to shed my clothes.
"No. Do you wish for me to call you Sir?" her voice was lilting and soft. I doubted it was her regular voice.
"I don't need for you to call me anything. I just need to know what you won't do." I approached her, my hand twitching to grab her but wouldn't yet. My lust was not controlled as it usually was, that was the point of these encounters.
"Just Basics." she smiled at me. Her gaze went from my eyes to my erection, barely containing herself in licking her lips. I could tell that I would enjoy her already. The Basics were rules that even we wouldn't cross. While we catered to the basest desires, there was no piss, shit or blood. "Safeword is Axel, Sir. Do you wish me to speak, Sir?"
"If you want. Take what you can."
Hearing all I needed from her, I reached and grabbed a handful of her hair causing her to gasp. She lifted herself to take some pressure off her scalp but moved where I guided her. She lapped at my cock as she neared it, pulling at my grasp to take more of it into her mouth.
I let her tease me for moments, relishing the power I felt over her. I had nearly ten hours until dark and the club opened. I planned on using as much of it as I could.
"Take your time." I commanded her releasing her hair. She gave a moan in the affirmative as she sat back on her heels and continued to lick my cock from base to head. I closed my eyes and let her work, feeling her hands come up to help knead and touch my balls.
When she finally took my length into her mouth I didn't repress a moan. Encouraged she kept her mouth tight, letting me slide further into her throat, her tongue still lapping at the underside.
She was talented in the oral arts, varying her technique that kept me intrigued
Finally I could take no more, I yanked her hair, pulling her fully onto my cock, and commanding the encounter. She did not fight me, but let me control her as I thrust deep. My first release washed over me with a long moan, loosing liquid down her throat. Eagerly she swallowed to please me, her eyes looking to me to see my reaction.
