My Vampire

The Vampire's Submission

There was a moment of silence, and Nicholas' heart raced, fearing they had overstepped with this otherworldly being.

But Ambrose's response was filled with pure devilish delight. "My, my, how I adore this side of you. I'm all yours, darling. Tell me what to do."

The human's chest swelled with a mixture of excitement and fear. "Come to my place. I want to play a game."

"A game, you say? I'll be there soon, at your mercy, Maitre."

Hanging up the phone, Nicholas felt a rush of adrenaline and nerves at Ambrose's final word. Maitre. Master. They had never taken charge to this extent, and the thought of Ambrose, the immortal and powerful vampire, submitting to them tonight, calling them master, was both thrilling and terrifying.

As they prepared, Nicholas' hands shook slightly as they applied their black eyeshadow and dark lipstick, transforming their features into a striking, lightly gothic canvas. They slipped into a black shirt that was soft to the touch, even fraying a little at the collar, and a pair of black and red plaid boxers under black jeans. Even in slightly baggy clothes, the outfit accentuated their slim figure, made even more dramatic by a pair of tall, creased leather boots.

Spritzing cologne on their wrists, and carefully putting their jewelry on, Nicholas began to attend to some final touches.

They set up the bedroom, making the bed, dimming the lights and lighting a few candles. They positioned restraints on the bed, a daring invitation for Ambrose to surrender his freedom completely. As they waited, fiddling with their nail polish impatiently, their heart pounded with anticipation, and they wondered briefly if they had made a mistake. But the desire to explore this side of themselves, to challenge their own limits, with Ambrose, burned stronger than anything else.

The sound of a knock and a doorknob turning announced the vampire's arrival. He stepped into the room, his dark eyes widening at the sight before him. His eyes fixated on Nicholas' smooth tan skin in the candlelight, begging to be touched and caressed.

"You look... so breathtaking," Ambrose whispered, his gaze raking over Nicholas' body. "How do you want me Maitre?"

Nicholas felt a surge of confidence as they approached Ambrose, their boots clicking against the linoleum floor. "Take off your shirt. Get on the bed, hands above your head," they commanded, their voice steady and authoritative.

Ambrose complied, his eyes sparkling with amusement and a previously unnourished desire. Nicholas worked on the restraints quickly, and Ambrose lay on the bed, his long pale limbs held firmly in place by the leather cuffs attached to each corner of the bed. This was a stark contrast to his usual dominant persona, and it was a view that Nicholas relished seeing.

Nicholas stood over him, their hands on their hips, feeling the heavy weight of Ambrose's gaze on their body, like honey. "You're mine now, aren't you..." they said, their voice low.

With deliberate movements, Nicholas removed their jeans and boots, and straddled Ambrose's hips, their black clad torso pressing against his restrained and half-nude body. They leaned forward, their breath hot against Ambrose's ear. "You're going to do exactly as I say, and you won't come until I allow it. I want you to ask me for it. Okay?"

Ambrose's breath hitched, grin on his face, his body tensing beneath them, erection throbbing under his black dress pants. "I'm all yours, sweet Nicky. Take what you want."

Nicholas' hands slid down Ambrose's chest, exploring the contours of his muscular frame. They pinched his pink rosy nipples, twisting and pulling, eliciting a sharp gasp from the bound vampire. "You like that, don't you? Tell me."