This story follows on after "Bite Me" and "Use Me" and concludes the naughty trilogy of Vampire take out. I will stress that this is a fantasy, and in no way an S&M how to guide
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It contains blatant mind control and manipulation and scenes of a non consensual nature
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She offers me her arm and walks me to bed like an invalid. Like the feeble-minded fool I have become. I can feel the daylight weighing on me, pressing me into the mattress even through twelve feet of steel and concrete.
"Don't do anything..." anything stupid. But the lights are already going out.
I startle awake with a hiss, but she isn't in my bed. There's a subtle scent, what is that? Orange juice... peaches... chocolate... and the sound of artificial laughter coming from another room.
I went to sleep naked. I've woken up wearing a flimsy slip of an ivory silk nightgown, and she must have brushed out my hair so it didn't dry into a bird's nest. I mean, it's not what I expected of her at all.
I stand and watch her stare at cable TV. She's half wearing my bathrobe, feet tucked under her as she lounges, happy in her little sitcom bubble without a care in the world. She's sipping vodka and orange with half a can of tinned peaches balanced precariously on the arm of the couch, fork still sticking out of it. I cross between her and the screen on the way through to my office and she gives an adorable little squeak.
The summer nights are short. I check my messages early, there's nothing urgent. I make a couple of calls, set up a meeting in the small hours with my attorney. Have Giuseppe run Abbie's purse down to the attorney's office in advance with instructions to run checks on her finances. I ask him to pick up a pair of ladies flats in a size eight, and a couple of outfits, size ten.
"So umm... outfits. For the bedroom? For the country club? Is she coming to the pledge with you?" he asks.
"Something respectable," I reply neutrally.
"Noted," he says. I imagine him smirking in the short silence before I hang up.
I observe her from the corner of my eye. She mutes the show, but keeps watching, trying not to eavesdrop on me. She's not smiling any more.
But what to do...
A pet? A maid? An amuse bouche? Champagne on ice? I never brought a girl down here before. Don't think too hard about it.
I don't
need
to feed yet. Abbie will keep the benefits and drawbacks of my gift for at least a month.
There are plenty of other things I have to do, and few of those things easily lend themselves to having a mortal thrall trailing after me.
"Thanks." I gesture at my slip and smile. "It's not a bad way to wake up."
"Thank... you?" Her nervous eyes light on my barely covered tits before settling back on my face.
"Wash your hands and take a look through the closet. Find me something corporate but sexy to change into, hmm?"
She looks relieved, I guess, perhaps a little disappointed, but she obeys.
I work on my hair and makeup, leave the straightening iron running hot in its little rack as I sketch out my face in color. I give her a nod of approval as she lays the outfit neatly on my bed. "Come here. Can't have you slobbing around in rags either."
She sits at my dresser and I stand behind her, running my fingers through her thick black hair. She is staring at my reflection, a little surprised, a little curious.
"You're awfully calm considering what I put you through."
She takes a couple of big breaths and frowns. My command last night still has a hold of her.
"It wasn't a question but please. Speak freely."
"I don't get it," she says.
I raise an eyebrow as I section out her abundant tresses and work in some expensive concoction to protect it from the heat.
"Why'd you take me?"
"Maybe you bear a passing resemblance to someone I once knew."
She frowns so hard that her perfectly manicured brows threaten to connect. "Really?"
"A little."
There's the barest hiss as the iron meets her hair, and a sweet chemical smell. She stares at me in the mirror, an indignant little curl to her lip.
"Oh don't fuss. You barely remind me of her at all," I laugh quietly. "It's not like I got a good look at you before I invited you in, Abbie. That rain did nothing for your hair. I can't say I noticed how beautiful you were until umm... Well. Until you looked at me like that, actually."
Her offended expression softens.
"You think I'm..."
"Your scowl does reminds me of someone I once admired. Very much. And all this hair? There's so damn much of it I'm jealous." My hand comes to rest on her breast where I bit her last night. "I found you because you needed me to, my dear. Nothing more than that."
"So it could have been anybody?"
"I didn't say that. Do you remember the promise you made?"
"The secret vampire promise?" Her face is suddenly so serious.
"The oath of blood." I suppress my amusement. "The words are important. I appreciate that their formality feels unnatural."
"I can keep it all secret, I swear."
"That's acceptable. Do you remember what else I told you?" I run my fingers through the perfectly straight, glossy crown and she shivers.
"I guess." Her reflection stares back at me, intense, but calm. "It's changed me. I don't feel bad like I thought I would, nothing's hurting anymore and I'm more angry than scared tonight." Who's she kidding? "Why are you doing this to yourself?"
I shrug. I mustn't look away, however on the mark that irritating question was. "I didn't ask how you felt. I know damn well how you feel, that's the point of all this."
"I don't mean all that kinky stuff, I get that, it's all good. I'm talking about... other stuff. How you made yourself sick."
"Don't go there, Abbie."
"Right." She blushes, the color creeps up her slender neck before it brightens her cheeks. "You're the boss. I'm just the pineapple pizza."
"I told you it would make me sick but you still wanted me to do it."
