My Vampire

The Vampire's Submission

The night air was crisp and biting on the skin as Nicholas walked the lit streets of San Francisco, their thoughts swirling in a turbulent internal storm. The last night's encounter with Ambrose, the enigmatic vampire, had left an indelible mark on their psyche, stirring desires they had long suppressed. They walked briskly while thumbing over the two mild puncture wounds on their neck. But amidst the arousal and excitement, a familiar shadow crept into Nicholas' heart—their fear of vulnerability and the anxiety that told them that Ambrose was far too dangerous, because he really was a vampire.

As they made their way home, the memories of their conversation with Ambrose replayed in their mind. They had opened up about their desire for a dominant partner, a revelation that in the morning light now made them feel exposed and vulnerable. Their heart raced, not solely from the thrill of their burgeoning attraction to Ambrose, but from the anxiety that always crept in when they allowed themselves to get close to someone, let alone someone more than human.

Nicholas' past was riddled with relationships that had ended abruptly, leaving them with a deep-seated fear of rejection. They had always struggled with trust, questioning if anyone could truly see past their assigned gender and understand the complex world they navigated. Being non-binary in a world that often demanded binary choices was challenging, and it had led them to develop a tough initial exterior, a mask they wore to protect their surprisingly fragile heart.

Reaching their apartment, Nicholas entered, shedding their black denim jacket and flopping onto the couch. Their place somehow felt empty now without Ambrose's presence, and they craved the warm comfort of his embrace, the way he made them feel desired and understood. Nicholas' mind wandered to the bedroom, where their body might shudder from Ambrose's touch, his fangs leaving faint marks on their sensitive skin like he had last night. The memory of his dominant caresses made Nicholas shiver with a relentless longing.

But amidst the desire, self-doubt crept in. Nicholas' gaze drifted to their reflection in a nearby mirror, their black hair framing their delicate somewhat feminine features. They saw a person who projected an air of strength as a defense mechanism, but was secretly incredibly vulnerable, a complex being who yearned for acceptance and understanding above all. The fear of being perceived as just a confused girl with female parts haunted them every day, and now they had a fear that Ambrose might not see beyond their physical features to the person they truly were.

Nicholas' thoughts turned to the idea of submission, a role they had never fully embraced, at least not in real life. In real life, they had typically always been the one in control, the dominant force in their sexual encounters. But with Ambrose, they had initially craved something different. They had wanted to let go, to surrender to his eternal power, and trust that he would respect and cherish them throughout. But after all of that, Nicholas still craved seeing someone as seemingly powerful as Ambrose crumble under their human influence.

After pacing and taking a few swigs of whiskey, Nicholas decided to take a leap of faith. They picked up their phone and dialed Ambrose's number, their heart pounding with anticipation.

"Hello, darling Nicky. I'm so glad you called," Ambrose's deep voice purred through the line, sending a low vibration through the phone's speaker.

"I... I'd like to see you again," Nicholas said, their voice trembling slightly. "But a little more on my terms this time."

Ambrose's laughter, low and seductive, echoed over the phone. "Oh dear, I'm intrigued. What did you have in mind?"

"I want to dominate you, Ambrose," Nicholas said, surprising themselves with their own boldness. "I want to be in control, to make you submit to me this time. Play by my rules."