A Beautiful Bloody Vampire Masquerade 1x1 Mistress needed

It was all too easy to dote on him after that. His easy willingness had endeared him to her a bit, and Shani sighed softly as her fingers ran through his silken locks. He was still a bit out of it, but she wasn't worried. He'd wake up soon, she hoped, perhaps surprised by her gentleness. His tiny yawn reminded her of a kitten, as she felt her heart thump with a familiar sweetness. His smile was amused, happy like he'd been fed a treat, and the vampiress met his gaze with warm neutrality. It was a quiet sort of moment, a calm before a storm. When his hands began their idle wandering, the deliberate stroking and caressing, her face shifted only slightly. Whether it was good or bad remained to be seen.

A question came then, or series of them, and her brief snort was likely answer enough. Ravaged? Certainly not. 'Of course not, pet. The first person to ravish and claim you when you come into my care will be me. Not some flock of unnecessary rabble. The feeding parties I plan to subject you to will come later. After I trust you not to get carried away.' Which may not be for a very long time. Darrik was clearly a frisky creature, apt to yearnings for attention from any source if the desired one wasn't available. And Shani was not always available. For him, for a bit in the beginning, she would be. He would be her main focus for several days, she could tell, but after that... The ancient had a life and a business and a household to run. Her pleasure would be taken at her whim and at her leisure, Darrik would be available, and he would be a good boy when she was not.

Many slaves, in her experience- especially the unbroken, rowdy sort- had abandonment issues. It manifested in different ways, of course, but it was an underlying factor in all of them. It made sense, of course, when your very life could afford little stability. And that was a master's right, to be rid of any slave they were tired of as soon as they wished to sell them. But, throughout the years, the vampiress had detected a rather beneficial trend: structure, rewards and a confidence that they had a place to belong made for the most excellent slaves. So did the notion that they had to earn that place. Now, she would work to assure her newest purchase- well, gift- that he belonged in her home and in her bed and at her mercy. Throughout the course of his time with her, in return, he would either do the same or be discarded or forced into more menial tasks. A simple arrangement.

And it started with her simple caresses of his hair and scalp, motions that soon continued their way down his neck, across his pulse, stroking the spot with slightly more attention before moving lower, across his shoulders, down his sternum and pectorals, flicking his nipples and brushing them with her thumb as the trek of her fingertips continued yet lower. His abdominals were as hardened as they appeared, solid ridges that made a slight purr of approval rumble in the back of her throat. The touch of her fingers across his torso were not made absently, like the soft petting of his hair... There was purpose there, an exploration and a heated kind of need. Her home was a decent bit of time away, and she planned to make the most of it before they arrived. She tugged the delicate chain he continued to play with, beckoning him to adjust without so much as a word, but she wet her lower lip with her tongue in a display of undisguised interest. His large wings would obviously impede a large amount of motion, despite the spacious cabin of the limo, but he could rotate just enough for her to get greater access to his skin.

'Sweet, be a good man and take off those flimsy silk things, hmm?' There was a soft note in her voice, as though it were a request, but they both knew better. She had yet to fully inspect him- a thing she rarely did when she planned to purchase slaves- and she wanted to see all that he had to offer, every bit. Her fingers continued their wandering, occasionally grazing him with nails that had sharpened to the point of claws, causing little pink lines, or wounds or welts that quickly faded from the smooth surface of his skin, inviting her to re-mark him all over again. Those fingers moved to grab his hip, sink the tips deep enough to puncture, to make him bleed, coating her nails in a fine sheen of his blood that she proceeded to lick like a human might delight in chocolate sauce. It was fitting accompaniment to his movements, to the show he was putting on for her. She hummed, a sort of quiet praise that- for her more experienced slaves- was almost better than actual words. Not a drop of that exquisite crimson remained as she moved over his body again, not stopping until her hand rested between his thighs, stroking a cock that could only be described as 'impressive.' 'I am going to have a fantastic time with you,' she murmured hotly, leaning down to place the words near his ear as she gripped him harder, rubbing just the head with her thumb, over and over again. 'I can tell.' Her tongue traced a contrastingly delicate path around the curve and lobe of his ear, only stopping to sharply bite on the soft bit of flesh with a hungry moan. It remained to be seen whether or not he would actually enjoy what was going to happen to him... Her pleasure? Guaranteed. His? That could a lot of ways.

She blinked. A simple, usually autonomous gesture. But it said a lot. She hadn't intended for the words to be sweet. She hadn't meant to appear as though a wave of thoughtful possessiveness had taken hold of her, had pulled the words of claim from her mouth. Darrik had surprised her with his response, however, and there was a tug in her chest that was rare for one so new to her care. Her impulse to give him honesty was normal, and her words had held no special meaning but accuracy. He belonged to her, therefore, first dibs would go to her. Basic, really. Perhaps a touch selfish, but certainly not 'sweet.' The fact that he considered it to be so, however, was strangely appealing.

His body had less 'strange' appeal to it, and more of the straightforward variety. He was beautiful, spectacular and well-endowed in a great many ways already and one more she still intended to see. She even made the suggestion, in order to hurry the process along, but he played coy and clever, earning himself a look that was a little less than amused. She made a slight gesture with her hand, encouragement to proceed along with disrobing so she might indulge. Mostly, she needed to know what she would be working with. Sometimes, Shani was impressed, other times not, but regardless, she still had to know. He finally, saucily shimmied out of the attire that had barely been covering him before, shooting a jet of liquid desire straight into her blood, quickly pulsing it through her entire system. Heedlessly, she stroked and caressed and gripped the firm flesh at the base of his pelvis. She fondled and tugged the studs and the small ring, she softly pet and pulled at the length of him. Shani was impressed. The vampire basically said as much in his ear. He seemed pleased with the words of praise, before she bit his ear. It bled, quite a lot, and she gently lapped and sucked at the flow of it before it halted, naturally. She chased the runaway rivulet down his neck and shoulder, kissing him softly along the column of his throat and then removing her lips and face from his sphere of influence. The ancient had noted the way his body had stiffened in her grasp when legitimate pain had hit his ears. Good to remember, for later.

She maintained the hold on his dick for a bit longer, giving only idle caresses and no actual gratification. That would come later, where they could be more delightfully messy. Not in her car, which she preferred pristine. Could she have had her slaves clean it? Certainly. But there was something to be said for not dirtying it in the first place. No matter how tempting it was. Four thousand years, and she still had waves of lust crashing through her. Perhaps even more now than she had once had. The satisfying word 'mistress' fell from his soft lips and she snickered a touch before popping open a side compartment to reveal a series of remotes. One of them was for the radio, which she turned on with a press of a button. It was a good suggestion. Something to animate the quiet around them and relieve some of his tension. The brunette actually didn't want him incredibly tense in that moment. She wanted him relaxed, pliant... Maybe just a bit nervous. Her selection was a dark, smoky whirl of instrumental music. It seemed classical with a modern, heavy spin. The lack of lyrics was something that appealed to Shani in this moment, because her words took precedence.

Her movements took precedence above that, even, as she reached out to grip his hair gently, bringing him closer so that she could run fingers through the blond again with a frown. She continued her gentle tugging, sighing softly and then kissing his forehead. 'Would you prefer to grow out this ridiculous color, or shall I have it dyed for you?' she queried softly, before nibbling his neck again without breaking the skin. Shani was by equal measure gentle and firm, brutal and soft, savage and civilized. It made her unpredictable in the best way, and made her kindness appear an even greater treasure than it already was. 'If I thought it wouldn't damage them, I would have the color returned to your feathers, as well.' Little did she know that she was doing him a kindness. In truth, she was just fixing him to her preferences and nothing more. The vampiress would prefer him in the naturally dark colors he boasted at the roots. She had always enjoyed the dark.

Luckily for him, he was still gorgeous, even with the ostentatious blond. His slightly cheeky display arched one of her eyebrows in amusement. 'Presumptuous, aren't you?' she asked with a level expression, sighing as if the detail disappointed her. 'Whatever else you may have been taught, darling, you don't get to pleasure me sexually until I say so. For a probationary period in the beginning, you don't even get to do so much as touch me without permission.' She grinned, and it was a wicked sort of expression. 'And now that you know that rule, pet, I expect you to abide by it.' Her thumb ran over his full lower lip a few times before withdrawing, relaxing into her seat with a sigh. 'A foot massage does sound wonderful, however. Be careful with my shoes, hm? And make a show of taking them off... I rather enjoy that.' She extracted a bottle of water from a nearby compartment and took a sip, watching him in all his nakedness with a sharp ache between her thighs. It wasn't that the thought of his head buried between her legs didn't thrill her, didn't make her wet... He just hadn't earned it, yet. She continued watching him through her lashes, reclined in the seat while his hands worked her over. 'Darrik,' she began softly, a distinctly pleasant purr in her tone, 'I want your hands to wander away from my feet. They may go as high as my thighs. Please me.' Her hands made a clenching gesture against the seat while he touched her, the sensations as erotic as they were soothing. It made the car ride feel as though it were over much too soon.

When the limo stopped, her eyes snapped open and she groaned, withdrawing gently from his grasp and placing a delicate, well-pedicured foot in the center of his chest. 'You will stay here while I have someone fetch you some pants,' she said firmly, not taking 'no' for an answer. 'And while I make the necessary arrangements to keep you to myself for a few days. You'll be escorted to a room where I'll meet you a little later. I expect you to be bathed and free of any scent that is not mine or yours, understand? And if I hear that you were very good, I'll allow you to sleep in the bed, rather than on the floor.' She leaned forward with a suddenness, then, to kiss him, fully on the mouth. It was the first time she'd done it, and the pull of the faery yanked all the way down to her toes. There was a reason vampires enjoyed them so much. There was a reason he was considered a decadent treat. She groaned into the contact and forced her tongue into his mouth, tangling with his before pulling back to suckle firmly at his bottom lip. 'And listen well to the people in this house, Darrik, for I love each of them already more than I do you.' Another hot kiss went to his pulse before she left the vehicle and nodded to her doorman, beckoning him forward and giving the necessary instruction.

He was doing remarkably well. She couldn't understand why he was so disrespectful to his previous mistress and was yet doing so well with her. Maybe Guin hadn't threatened him in the proper way. Maybe he just hadn't seen her as a powerful mistress... Maybe this was something closely akin to the famed 'honeymoon period.' Shani wasn't sure of the cause, but so far, he'd yet to truly displease her. In fact, the way his strong fingers deftly moved across her ankles, her calves, the balls and arches of her feet, massaging them into blissfull bonelessness... She was quite pleased. Certainly, he wasn't her personal masseuse, didn't know her body yet the way Evangeline did, but he could learn. And for someone who did not, in fact, know her the way her more experienced slaves did, Darrik was doing something rather remarkable.

The soft kisses across her toes elicited a warm purr, erupting softly and almost without her meaning to. Could she perhaps have witheld the expression of pleasure? Perhaps. But Darrik was doing well, and she saw no reason not to make that approval known. After all, positive reinforcement was just as important as negative. It continued, even, as his hands strayed- she had not expressly forbidden him such, and was giving some leeway- and she allowed him greater access to the lower half of her body. He offered to use more than his hands, releasing a small chuckle from Shani's chest at the look on his face, like he actually wanted to. Whether or not that was true, she was actually uncertain. He could be quite a good little actor when he wanted to be, if the way Guin had treated him was any indication. Time would give her the abilityto distinguish the truth, time would give her more insight into his body's tells, into the thought processes of his mind. In truth, if he were perceptive, the converse would also be true. He would learn her, as well, discover or be told the things she enjoyed and hated and respond accordingly. He would learn that she quivered when he stroked the insides of her thighs, would learn to differentiate a gasp of pleasure from a gasp of surprise, and it appeared as though their education was beginning... immediately. That was, of course, her choice and her prerogative... It could end whenever she felt it was necessary, but she was having such a good time, it felt wrong to cease.

There was a temporary pause, a brief interlude during which the ancient had other matters to attend. She left him with rather explicit instructions and a capable watcher. Little known to most, her doorman was a werewolf of the most vicious sort. He served a two-fold purpose, obviously, and Shani would have it no other way, especially since he could interpret her singular nod as instructions of his own. Her trek into her home was met with smiles and bows, delighted squeals and nods of respect. She snapped, beckoning her assistant to her side in an instant, where they proceeded discussions involving the coming months, the time she would have allotted, starting now, to devote to 'welcoming' Darrik into her home and various plans about how the house was to be run should she not be available for consultation. Yvette accepted all of the given information and even had a wicked grin in place when Shani was rather blunt with her reasons. Yvette was not a slave, but a close friend and paid worker and they had the most fun- they had even shared more than a few lovers, but that was a subject for another time- and the ancient trusted her with practically everything.

It was to this prized woman she left her estate as she moved into her master suite, dropping the voluminous ball gown in favor of nudity and a bath. She was pampered and caressed by the hands of her attendants, her hair meticulously washed, combed and blown dry into a dark fall of silken strands that sparkled with a reddish tint in the right light. Her body was moisturized with an expensive lotion that shimmered with a golden cast, making his skin appear to glow. She was a warm, lush desert goddess that any person would be lucky to catch the attention of. As of right now, there was one being in particular that had that luck, and he was waiting in a guest suite... attached to a rather fun play room. It was used by herself or her guests with more exotic tastes, and sometimes by both simultaneously.

In the spirit of the moment, she dressed in simple harem pants, held in place by nothing more than a silken belt at her waist and ties at her ankles in a classic black. Her top was a halter of a similar silk, attaching behind her neck and at a line across her back, leaving the wide expanse bare and tempting. A different set of vibrant lace lingerie completed her outfit as she soon found her bare feet padding down a warmed hardwood floor, an eagerness in her step and quick breaths pushing through her system. At the door, she paused to collect herself, retrieved the key from the hook nearby- for guest convenience and privacy- and moved inside.

The room was lush, and the setting was only complimented by the graceful creature kneeling on the ground near the large, plush bed. She blinked in surprise. Delighted surprise. He... he hadn't perched on the bed, hadn't seated himself in a chair, he had knelt, on the floor. She purred, low in her throat and made a mental note to procure him a collar that symbolized his belonging to her. After this. 'Darrik,' she said softly, with a soft mewl in her tone, approval evident in everything about her. 'Continue to surprise me like this, and I may just find you indispensable.' She licked her lips after the sentence and leaned back to close and lock the door with a soft, but audible 'click.'

'So, how do feel about being trapped in here with me for an indefinite period of time?' she inquired with a sharp smile, tracing his prone figure with hungry eyes and a quickening of her pulse and a tightening in her abdomen. The things she wanted to- would- do to this man... Her mind bounced and reeled with the desire, the scenarios playing out in her head making a pang of lust spike through her blood and a hunger pang clench her stomach. Her eyes caught on the rings in his nipples, images of mimicking those silver teeth flashing behind her eyes, and the heart rate she had previously calmed shot back into high gear all over again.