My Captor, My Tormentor, My Love
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
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Vampire › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
31
Views:
5,753
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 8: Recuperating and Learning from the Master
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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 8: Recuperating and Learning from the Master
Vincent stopped striking Nick’s back, shoulders and buttocks as soon as he noticed him faint. He walked over to the wall and hung the whip back up then returned to the center of the room where Nick was chained.
Stepping around to the front of where he was bound, he silently observed Nick’s quiet broken form. Walking up to him, he lifted his chin too look at his face. It was a beautiful face, marred with bruises from his recent beating. He sniffed him again, oh what a delightful scent, he murmured to himself. There was something special about this young man and Vincent couldn’t yet put a name to what it was. When he had first tasted his blood it was exotic nothing like he had feasted on in all his immortal years.
He reached up to unclasp the locks on the cuffs to release his wrists, and Nick’s body fell forward against him, gently holding him up he reached down to unlock the bindings on his ankles. Carefully, he lifted Nick up in his strong arms and carried him from the room.
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Nick slowly started to stir, he felt something smooth and soft under his skin. He was lying on his stomach and was quite comfortable. Amazingly, his backside felt cool and the pain was bearable. Lifting his head, he noticed he was spread-eagle, with his wrists and ankles tied to bedposts with black silk. He groaned and dropped his head back down on the pillow he had been resting on. He heard footsteps approaching.
“Oh, I see you are awake at last.”
Looking up Nick saw a beautiful young woman. She had black hair and brown eyes. Her skin was pale and she seemed to have a sad look on her face.
“My name is Sarah, and I have been taking care of you for the past week.” she advised Nick.
Nick looked shocked, he had been out of it for a whole week.
“Your injuries were very severe and I was worried you might not make it.” she paused then said, “Lucky for me, you are young and resilient, have a strong body and are a fighter.”
“Here, have a drink of water, it will refresh you.” she leaned over to help him sip from the cup she offered.
Nick slowly sipped the cool water from the cup. It felt soothing to his dry throat. He drank his fill and looked into her eyes.
“Thank you.” he told her.
She smiled at him, “You are very welcome young Nicholas.”
“Sarah, please, you have to help me.” he quitely pleaded.
She looked at him with compassion and replied, “Nicholas, you have to accept this or you will only endure continued pain. There is nothing I can do. I am just as helpless as you.”
Nick couldn’t think of anything to say. He was stunned. It seemed this poor young girl was a prisoner too.
There was a sound of a door opening and Sarah quickly turned around to face the new visitor.
“Is he awake, Sarah?” came Vincent’s voice.
“Yes Vincent, he just woke up a few minutes ago.” she answered.
“Thank you, you may leave us know.” he told her.
She glanced over at Nick and quitely left the room.
Nick put his head back down on the pillow so that he wasn’t looking at Vincent. He heard him approach the bed, then felt a large hand gently carding its fingers through his thick hair. He gasped in surprise.
He clenched his eyes tightly shut at the sensation it was giving him. He then felt a strong hand gently lift his face up and he opened his eyes to look in the face of his captor.
“Nicholas," purred Vincent, "you are so beautiful and valiant.”
Nick was mesmerized by the look Vincent was giving him. It seemed he was searching inside his soul and Nick felt like a mouse caught in the path of a deadly serpent.
“It was such a shame I almost marred your perfect skin but you shouldn’t have any scars thanks to Sarah’s wondrous medical skills.” he informed Nick.
“What were you thinking?” Vincent asked, but did not expect an answer. “I hope you have learned your lesson and have accepted your fate.”
“You see, I do not wish to harm you, only bend you to my will.”
stated Vincent.
Nick looked at him in anger and replied, “What makes you think I will submit to you now or in the future?”
Vincent laughed. The sound jolted Nick from his anger and sounded like music to his ears. Oh my God, where did that thought come from?, he asked himself.
Vincent sat on the bed beside Nick and leaned his face down to his then bent down and kissed him. Nick felt cool smooth lips touch his own. Damn it, why does this feel so good? he questioned himself.
The lips kissing his own started to get more demanding and a tongue quickly gained access into the deep cavern of his mouth. Oh God, he was in heaven, why did he feel this way? It just wasn’t right and went against everything he ever believed in. He couldn't understand why he was enjoying it so much. As the kiss deepened, the large hands started to explore his naked body. Nick began to moan and whither with pleasure against his bonds. Before he knew it, he was whimpering and straining his body upward for more. Oh God, it felt so good.
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 8: Recuperating and Learning from the Master
Vincent stopped striking Nick’s back, shoulders and buttocks as soon as he noticed him faint. He walked over to the wall and hung the whip back up then returned to the center of the room where Nick was chained.
Stepping around to the front of where he was bound, he silently observed Nick’s quiet broken form. Walking up to him, he lifted his chin too look at his face. It was a beautiful face, marred with bruises from his recent beating. He sniffed him again, oh what a delightful scent, he murmured to himself. There was something special about this young man and Vincent couldn’t yet put a name to what it was. When he had first tasted his blood it was exotic nothing like he had feasted on in all his immortal years.
He reached up to unclasp the locks on the cuffs to release his wrists, and Nick’s body fell forward against him, gently holding him up he reached down to unlock the bindings on his ankles. Carefully, he lifted Nick up in his strong arms and carried him from the room.
******
Nick slowly started to stir, he felt something smooth and soft under his skin. He was lying on his stomach and was quite comfortable. Amazingly, his backside felt cool and the pain was bearable. Lifting his head, he noticed he was spread-eagle, with his wrists and ankles tied to bedposts with black silk. He groaned and dropped his head back down on the pillow he had been resting on. He heard footsteps approaching.
“Oh, I see you are awake at last.”
Looking up Nick saw a beautiful young woman. She had black hair and brown eyes. Her skin was pale and she seemed to have a sad look on her face.
“My name is Sarah, and I have been taking care of you for the past week.” she advised Nick.
Nick looked shocked, he had been out of it for a whole week.
“Your injuries were very severe and I was worried you might not make it.” she paused then said, “Lucky for me, you are young and resilient, have a strong body and are a fighter.”
“Here, have a drink of water, it will refresh you.” she leaned over to help him sip from the cup she offered.
Nick slowly sipped the cool water from the cup. It felt soothing to his dry throat. He drank his fill and looked into her eyes.
“Thank you.” he told her.
She smiled at him, “You are very welcome young Nicholas.”
“Sarah, please, you have to help me.” he quitely pleaded.
She looked at him with compassion and replied, “Nicholas, you have to accept this or you will only endure continued pain. There is nothing I can do. I am just as helpless as you.”
Nick couldn’t think of anything to say. He was stunned. It seemed this poor young girl was a prisoner too.
There was a sound of a door opening and Sarah quickly turned around to face the new visitor.
“Is he awake, Sarah?” came Vincent’s voice.
“Yes Vincent, he just woke up a few minutes ago.” she answered.
“Thank you, you may leave us know.” he told her.
She glanced over at Nick and quitely left the room.
Nick put his head back down on the pillow so that he wasn’t looking at Vincent. He heard him approach the bed, then felt a large hand gently carding its fingers through his thick hair. He gasped in surprise.
He clenched his eyes tightly shut at the sensation it was giving him. He then felt a strong hand gently lift his face up and he opened his eyes to look in the face of his captor.
“Nicholas," purred Vincent, "you are so beautiful and valiant.”
Nick was mesmerized by the look Vincent was giving him. It seemed he was searching inside his soul and Nick felt like a mouse caught in the path of a deadly serpent.
“It was such a shame I almost marred your perfect skin but you shouldn’t have any scars thanks to Sarah’s wondrous medical skills.” he informed Nick.
“What were you thinking?” Vincent asked, but did not expect an answer. “I hope you have learned your lesson and have accepted your fate.”
“You see, I do not wish to harm you, only bend you to my will.”
stated Vincent.
Nick looked at him in anger and replied, “What makes you think I will submit to you now or in the future?”
Vincent laughed. The sound jolted Nick from his anger and sounded like music to his ears. Oh my God, where did that thought come from?, he asked himself.
Vincent sat on the bed beside Nick and leaned his face down to his then bent down and kissed him. Nick felt cool smooth lips touch his own. Damn it, why does this feel so good? he questioned himself.
The lips kissing his own started to get more demanding and a tongue quickly gained access into the deep cavern of his mouth. Oh God, he was in heaven, why did he feel this way? It just wasn’t right and went against everything he ever believed in. He couldn't understand why he was enjoying it so much. As the kiss deepened, the large hands started to explore his naked body. Nick began to moan and whither with pleasure against his bonds. Before he knew it, he was whimpering and straining his body upward for more. Oh God, it felt so good.
TBC