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.
She remained on her knees as I caught my breath, her breasts heaving with her own desire. I had not instructed that she be denied pleasure, I just didn't care if she got any. If she would get any, it would be while I got what I wanted.
"I'm going to beat you." I told her as I moved to a dresser, looking for something in which to carry out that desire.
"Oh, yes Sir. Thank you, Sir." she smiled as she stood. Her hands came to the belt at her waist. "Shall I undress, Sir or will you?"
I waved her off. "Strip." I barely had two breaths before she stood naked before me. She was slim, but not the skinny that drugs had a tendency to encourage. Her breasts rising and falling with each breath, her nipples solid and full. She had a well-defined ass and cunt showing me she was a natural red head.
My eyes passed over different implements, trying to decide. A whip and cane caused more damage than I wished to cause. I wanted to beat her, not injure or kill her which was both an option with how much aggression I felt. A switch and paddle were too gentle. I wanted it to hurt, alot, and by looking at her...so did she. That left me with a strap and a crop as my options. The crop had a smaller effective area and required more time than I was willing to take in my strikes.
The strap I picked up was about two inches wide and nearly four feet long allowing me to fold it over for better strikes, leaving welts on whatever I hit.
"Stand up." I commanded and she complied. She stood with her feet shoulder width apart, looking at me to see if I would give her further instructions. I circled her, deciding where I wanted to lay the first blow. When I didn't speak again she brought her hands to rest, fingers laced, behind her head. Her body displayed all human signs of arousal, nearly shifting from foot to foot to contain her excitement.
SNAP
My first blow hit her left ass cheek, wrapping around her hip. A moan escaped her lips, eyes closing. The stripe starting to show as a pink welt. I waited for the next, seeing her start to shift again.
SNAP SNAP
The next two in quick succession, one on the back of her legs, the second on the front. A deeper moan was her answer, eyes still closed. My strikes were not light, that would defeat the purpose I wanted them for, but if I used all of my thrall strength I would easily seriously wound or kill her. This was about the strength I felt when I was reprimanded.
For me, correction was not sexual. Usually I had screwed up and my Mistress was angry with me, not something that put me in a amorous mood. When sex was involved with either my Mistress or Noel, it was different. Except for rewarding me, or whatever Noel got out of our encounters, it was somewhat one-sided. Vampires felt little human emotion or desire, so my Mistress couldn't do it often as it was for my benefit.
