My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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Category:
Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
5,751
Reviews:
6
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters belong to Misty Moonlight and Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 6: Meeting Vincent
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Title: My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/15/2007
Summary: While investigating mysterious disappearances at the new night club Dark Enchantment, Nick is kidnapped by a vampire. Vincent faces the challenge of taming his stubborn young captive. Who will win the battle?
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang
Pairings: Eventual Vincent/Nicholas
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Chapter 6: Meeting Vincent
Nick carefully observed the door being pushed open by the long fingers, all the while holding his breath, waiting and watching. He suddenly remember he was naked and tried to cover himself by folding his legs together as best he could for some semblance of modesty.
A tall figure entered and stood for a moment in silence observing Nick chained to the wall. Then slowly and elegantly approached until he was standing directly in front of him. The only sound in the cell was Nick’s heavy breathing and the clicking of boots on the stone floor. Nick had to crane his neck upwards to look at the person. It was quite an effort considering the awkward position he was in.
He first noticed the shiny black military style boots. This was followed by long muscular legs covered in black leather and rawhide style pants that showed off a very impressive sized manhood, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then next was a thick belt around a narrow waist and a silk white shirt covering a broad expanse of a hairless and extremely muscular chest. Broad shoulders and a long muscular neck lead up to his captor’s face.
Nick’s blue eyes met silver and for a moment there was no sound not even Nick’s breathing. This was the first time he was actually able to view the man’s face this close up. He noticed long shiny golden blond hair that was hanging loosely onto his shoulders. High aristocratic cheekbones with a jagged scar on the right cheek, a broad forehead, strong chin with a cleft in it, narrow firm lips, elegant eyebrows over wide silver eyes and long eyelashes. The face looking at him was arrogant and cruel.
Nick shifted uncomfortably but continued looking him straight in the eyes, waiting for just what, he didn’t know yet. The corner of the other’s lip curled upward slightly in a sneer.
“Who the hell are you?” Nick stated heatedly, “What kind of sick twisted game are you playing at?” he demanded.
A loud, ominous, laugh suddenly escaped his captor’s lips chilling Nick to the bone.
“I demand to be released at once, it’s a federal offense to hold an officer of the law hostage.” Nick boldly announced, and when he got no answer continued.
“What kind of sick perverted bastard are you anyway? My team is probably already on the way here so if I were you I would get the hell out while you still have the chance.”
“QUIET” hissed Nick's captor, “Did I give you permission to speak? I think not. You have a lot to learn my young pet and I am going to enjoy teaching you.”
“PET?” Nick yelled, “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU ASSHOLE! I AM NOT AN ANIMAL AND I DEFINITELY AM NOT ANYONE’S PET.”
With lightning speed the man reached down and slapped Nick viciously across the left side of his face. His head was knocked backward into the wall with a jarring whack. The next thing he knew his hair was being grabbed and held in a tight hold arching his neck backwards at an unbelievable angle. Nick thought his neck was going to be broken. Through a haze of pain he heard his attacker speaking to him.
“Now listen well and listen carefully. I will not repeat myself again. You had best remember what I tell you. If not, you will not enjoy the consequences of angering me again.” Seeing that Nick with great effort was keeping his mouth shut, he went on.
“My name is Vincent Morgan Saint-Leclaire and as you may have already guessed, I am a Vampire.”
“I have lived longer than your mere human existence can ever imagine.”
“I have decided, that for now, you will be my blood donor and pet toy so you had better get used to that fact.”
“I highly doubt that your pathetic little friends will be able to find our location. I can promise you one thing though, Nicholas, and that is once I have grown tired of you and your usefulness wears out, I will leave your dead body where they will be sure to find it.”
“So, if I were you, I would try to enjoy what time you have left.”
Nick started to speak again but was quickly stopped by the look he saw on Vincent’s face.
“I will keep you for as long as it pleasures me, but the moment I feel that you have become inadequate for my purposes,” he let those words sink in, “let’s just say, you won’t enjoy what happens next.”
Nick swallowed the bile in his throat. He could feel the tendons in his neck straining from the hold he was being held in.
Vincent leaned in to lick the side of Nick’s neck. Nick could feel the edges of sharp fangs touch his skin. His breathing hitched up a pace, his heart was rapidly pounding in his chest. He felt some slight pressure, then a sharp sting before a curious pleasurable sensation seemed to take hold of him and to his horror he felt his cock getting hard.
Oh my God, he thought, why is he doing this to me? His eyes closed and his breathing became labored.
Before he realized what was happening,it was over and Nick felt the hold on his hair being released. He felt a slight pain in the side of his neck and was extremely weak.
“Now that we have that bit of misconduct out of the way my little pet. I believe it is time to teach you the true meaning of the word Master.”
TBC
Title: My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
Author: Misty Moonlight
Published: 08/15/2007
Summary: While investigating mysterious disappearances at the new night club Dark Enchantment, Nick is kidnapped by a vampire. Vincent faces the challenge of taming his stubborn young captive. Who will win the battle?
Warnings: M/M, Slash, Oral, Anal, BDSM, Humil, NC, Slave, Spank, Toys, Viol, VS, Tort, Lang
Pairings: Eventual Vincent/Nicholas
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Chapter 6: Meeting Vincent
Nick carefully observed the door being pushed open by the long fingers, all the while holding his breath, waiting and watching. He suddenly remember he was naked and tried to cover himself by folding his legs together as best he could for some semblance of modesty.
A tall figure entered and stood for a moment in silence observing Nick chained to the wall. Then slowly and elegantly approached until he was standing directly in front of him. The only sound in the cell was Nick’s heavy breathing and the clicking of boots on the stone floor. Nick had to crane his neck upwards to look at the person. It was quite an effort considering the awkward position he was in.
He first noticed the shiny black military style boots. This was followed by long muscular legs covered in black leather and rawhide style pants that showed off a very impressive sized manhood, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then next was a thick belt around a narrow waist and a silk white shirt covering a broad expanse of a hairless and extremely muscular chest. Broad shoulders and a long muscular neck lead up to his captor’s face.
Nick’s blue eyes met silver and for a moment there was no sound not even Nick’s breathing. This was the first time he was actually able to view the man’s face this close up. He noticed long shiny golden blond hair that was hanging loosely onto his shoulders. High aristocratic cheekbones with a jagged scar on the right cheek, a broad forehead, strong chin with a cleft in it, narrow firm lips, elegant eyebrows over wide silver eyes and long eyelashes. The face looking at him was arrogant and cruel.
Nick shifted uncomfortably but continued looking him straight in the eyes, waiting for just what, he didn’t know yet. The corner of the other’s lip curled upward slightly in a sneer.
“Who the hell are you?” Nick stated heatedly, “What kind of sick twisted game are you playing at?” he demanded.
A loud, ominous, laugh suddenly escaped his captor’s lips chilling Nick to the bone.
“I demand to be released at once, it’s a federal offense to hold an officer of the law hostage.” Nick boldly announced, and when he got no answer continued.
“What kind of sick perverted bastard are you anyway? My team is probably already on the way here so if I were you I would get the hell out while you still have the chance.”
“QUIET” hissed Nick's captor, “Did I give you permission to speak? I think not. You have a lot to learn my young pet and I am going to enjoy teaching you.”
“PET?” Nick yelled, “WHAT THE FUCKING HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT? YOU ASSHOLE! I AM NOT AN ANIMAL AND I DEFINITELY AM NOT ANYONE’S PET.”
With lightning speed the man reached down and slapped Nick viciously across the left side of his face. His head was knocked backward into the wall with a jarring whack. The next thing he knew his hair was being grabbed and held in a tight hold arching his neck backwards at an unbelievable angle. Nick thought his neck was going to be broken. Through a haze of pain he heard his attacker speaking to him.
“Now listen well and listen carefully. I will not repeat myself again. You had best remember what I tell you. If not, you will not enjoy the consequences of angering me again.” Seeing that Nick with great effort was keeping his mouth shut, he went on.
“My name is Vincent Morgan Saint-Leclaire and as you may have already guessed, I am a Vampire.”
“I have lived longer than your mere human existence can ever imagine.”
“I have decided, that for now, you will be my blood donor and pet toy so you had better get used to that fact.”
“I highly doubt that your pathetic little friends will be able to find our location. I can promise you one thing though, Nicholas, and that is once I have grown tired of you and your usefulness wears out, I will leave your dead body where they will be sure to find it.”
“So, if I were you, I would try to enjoy what time you have left.”
Nick started to speak again but was quickly stopped by the look he saw on Vincent’s face.
“I will keep you for as long as it pleasures me, but the moment I feel that you have become inadequate for my purposes,” he let those words sink in, “let’s just say, you won’t enjoy what happens next.”
Nick swallowed the bile in his throat. He could feel the tendons in his neck straining from the hold he was being held in.
Vincent leaned in to lick the side of Nick’s neck. Nick could feel the edges of sharp fangs touch his skin. His breathing hitched up a pace, his heart was rapidly pounding in his chest. He felt some slight pressure, then a sharp sting before a curious pleasurable sensation seemed to take hold of him and to his horror he felt his cock getting hard.
Oh my God, he thought, why is he doing this to me? His eyes closed and his breathing became labored.
Before he realized what was happening,it was over and Nick felt the hold on his hair being released. He felt a slight pain in the side of his neck and was extremely weak.
“Now that we have that bit of misconduct out of the way my little pet. I believe it is time to teach you the true meaning of the word Master.”
TBC