My Vampire

The Vampire's Dungeon

One week later

The morning light filtered through the ornate stained-glass windows of Ambrose's room, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the walls. Nicholas stirred, their body languid and sated from the previous night's encounter. They stretched, feeling a groggy bliss, and noticed the empty space beside them. Ambrose, who never slept, had already risen from bed. With a yawn, they slipped on a loose vintage band tee of Ambrose's, the fabric hanging off one shoulder, and decided to explore their new lover's mysterious abode.

Nicholas' insatiable curiosity had always been their driving force, and the allure of Ambrose's hidden secrets was too tempting to resist. They wandered the halls, admiring the antique furnishings and the air of old-world elegance that permeated the mansion. As they turned a corner, a hidden wooden door caught their eye, partially concealed by a large bookshelf. Intrigued, Nicholas pushed the old books aside and revealed a concealed brass handle. With a delighted grin, they pushed the handle and the bookcase slid to the right, revealing the black doorframe. They placed their hand on the doorknob, twisting gently. As the door opened, they stepped into a medium-sized chamber that seemed to pulsate with years of built-up erotic energy.

The room was a garden of sensual delights, a hidden treasure trove that spoke to Ambrose's thinly veiled dark and extremely kinky side. Ancient erotic art adorned the walls, depicting scenes of pleasure, pain, and debauchery from centuries past. Nicholas' eyes widened as they took in the collection of exotic sex toys, each piece more intriguing than the last. Vintage vibrators, their motors unbelievably powerful, stood tall and proud on a shelf, promising intense sensations. Glass bottles filled with various lubes, their contents shimmering in the soft warm lighting, were carefully arranged on a dark mahogany dresser.

But what truly caught the human's attention was the more sinister side of Ambrose's collection. Leather whips, their tails braided and oiled to perfection, hung all over the wall, ready to deliver sharp stings of pain. A sex swing, its thick black leather straps beckoning, was suspended securely from the ceiling, a testament to the more intense side of Ambrose's desires. Nicholas' heart raced in excitement as they realized the depth of their lover's kinky nature, and a cold and insidious shiver of anticipation ran down their back.

As they stood there, transfixed by the erotic display, Ambrose entered the chamber, his footsteps silent on the room's plush carpet. "Ah, my curious Nicky, I see you've discovered my sanctuary within a sanctuary," he began, his voice smooth and buttery like worn velvet. Nicholas turned, their eyes already sparkling with mischief. "I couldn't resist. Your place is full of surprises, Ambrose."

Ambrose smiled, his fangs glinting in the dim light. "Good ones I hope. I aim to please, my dear, after all. Perhaps you'd like to play with some of these toys? With me? I would hate to waste this fated opportunity."

Nicholas' eyes darted to the sex swing, their dirty mind already spinning with ideas. "I'd love to, but on one condition."

Ambrose raised an eyebrow, his expression curious and a bit thrown. "And what would that be, my most mischievous pet?"

"You take the lead this time." Nicholas' voice was soft, but their words held a hint of challenge, a desire to push their boundaries and Ambrose's.

Ambrose's eyes darkened with desire, and a low growl rumbled in his throat. "Oh, you naughty creature. You wish to play with fire, do you? Very well, I accept your challenge."

With a swift motion, Ambrose crossed the room, his movements purposeful. He knew exactly what Nicholas wanted, and their eager submission only fueled his desire to please them. After reaching for one of the vintage vibrators, the vampire walked towards the human. "I'm going to make you need me, Nicky. I'm going to make you beg."

Nicholas' breath quickened as they watched Ambrose approach, their eyes fixated nervously on the  vibrator in his hand.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against their ear, and whispered, "I'm going to make you so wet for me."

Ambrose's fangs lengthened at the way his words made Nicholas whimper so helplessly before him. They surrendered to his touch, their body already trembling slightly. Ambrose guided them to the sex swing, securing their wrists and ankles with the soft leather straps, parting their legs, exposing their sex for his pleasure.

Ambrose took his time, pushing their shirt up, running his fingers along Nicholas' flat chest, teasing their nipples until they hardened lightly. He trailed sloppy kisses down their torso, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he went. Nicholas' breath came in sharp gasps, their body arching towards him, seeking more contact, more friction.

Reaching for one of the glass bottles, Ambrose poured a generous amount of lube onto his large hands, warming it between his fingers. With slow, deliberate movements, he massaged the slick substance onto Nicholas' entrance, watching them writhe under his touch. "You like that, don't you? You like when I touch you, make you wet and desperate."

Their voice was hoarse as they replied, "Yes... I do. I'm yours, Maitre."

Ambrose smiled, hearing his favorite word, and his fingers slipped wetly inside of Nicholas. "Oh, my Nicky. I want you to beg for it." With that, he turned the metal vibrator on, placing it directly on Nicholas' clit while curling his fingers upward inside of them. The machine hummed loudly and sent waves of intense pleasure through their body, as Ambrose smirked and stared almost inquisitively. He seemed to know exactly how to edge them, bringing them to the brink of orgasm before pulling away, denying them release, as if it was already predictable to him, but the expressions on his face made it clear that each moment of Nicholas' tortured ecstasy was still intensely erotic and fascinating to him.

Nicholas writhed in the swing, their slender body straining desperately against the leather restraints. "Please... Ambrose... I need to come... I need you..."

But Ambrose was relentless, his fingers working while the vibrator buzzed away, bringing them closer and closer to the edge only to pull away just before their release. "Not yet, Nicky. You have to earn it, pet. Beg for my mercy, pet."

Nicholas' eyes rolled back as they surrendered to the pleasure-pain of Ambrose's expert level sexual torment. "Please... my master, let me come... I'll do anything..."

Ambrose leaned in, his breath hot against their ear. "Anything? Are you sure, Nicky? I can be very cruel when I want to be."

"Yes... anything..." Nicholas voice was a desperate plea, their body trembling and wildly sensitive with the need for release at the vampire's hand.

"Come for me, Nicky. Show me how good Daddy makes you feel." He turned the vibrator to an even higher setting and wet, sloppy, fingering sounds filled the walls of the bordello style room.

Nicholas' body arched, their teeth sinking into the leather straps as they cried out, their release quaking and intense. Their legs shook in the leather restraints, as Ambrose quickly removed the vibrator and turned it off, keeping one hand still working inside of them. Ambrose milked every last drop, his fingers slick with their essence, as Nicholas moaned and bucked against the restraints.

He leaned in, his lips brushing their ear, and whispered, "That's my good boy. So good for Daddy."

As Ambrose released them carefully and gently from the swing, his dark eyes smoldered with fresh hunger, a need to explore the depths of their kinky connection. The relationship had only just begun a week ago, and already, the promise of so much pleasure and pain was a tantalizing and beautiful dance between them.