Blade
walked into his Master’s study. “The insemination proceeded perfectly. The boy
should give birth in nine months.”
“Excellent.”
The vampire looked up, “You do not approve of my actions?”
“He is
young. What you are doing to him is cruel.”
“You
overstep your boundaries, Blade. He is necessary to my plans. If he hadn’t fled
his Maker, I would have what I needed by now. He was promised to me, and one
day he will willingly submit to my attentions.”
Blade
looked down, “He loves another. He will not submit.”
The
vampire moved out from behind the desk and gently stroked Blade’s cheek. “You
submitted. He will submit.”
Blade
barely managed not to pull away from his Master’s touch. The memory of his
Master’s depravity still gave him nightmares. Only his skill as a doctor had
prevented his death, but at this point death was preferable to eternal
servitude. The vows he had sworn upon becoming a vampire prevented him from
turning against his Master.
Lips
brushed his cheek, “Perhaps I should remind you of your position.” A hand
caressed his groin provoking a response. “You still remember how I made you
feel, even after all this time.” The hand expertly undid Blade’s pants and
pushed them down. The vampire pulled away and looked down. “So eager, so ready.
Are you wet? Shall I find out?” A finger slid between Blade’s legs and began
stroking him.
A tear
slid down Blade’s cheek as his Master expertly aroused him again and again
without permitting him release. Finally the older vampire tired of his game and
pushed Blade away. “You have duties, attend to them.”
Blade
nodded and pulled up his pants. His body aching with need, he hurried into the
bathroom to cleanse himself of his Master’s touch. There was no one he could
turn to for comfort, none he dared trust. The only person he liked was as much
as prisoner as himself…
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