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Vlad, a stereotypical name for a vampire and one that he cursed his parents for every day of his life. If he hadn't already killed them in order to gain control of their fortune and his fathers place on the court he probably would have killed them just for the name.

Of course Vlad had spent much of his thirty years of life teaching others not to point out how old fashioned his name was. By this point people had learned no to cross him but occasionally a lesson would still have to be made. In fact at that very moment he was finishing teaching such a lesson to a vampire who had earned his ire, some lowly member of his manor guard whom he had caught eying his favorite toy.

“You really should have known better.” He said to his whimpering captive, currently chained to a wall while Vlad washed himself off in a stream of water pouring from a drainpipe in the dungeon, the blood covering his entire six foot frame, every single inch of his well toned body was practically drenched in it and his messy short black hair had become matted in it, even his eyes which had been compared to chips of eyes had been hard to see through the mess. “She belongs to me, and if you covet what is mine then it is better that you walk into the daylight rather then let me find out about it.”

He smiled a little bit at his reflection as he saw that the blood had finally be scoured from his body, he didn't mind getting his hands dirty but he wouldn't have them stay that way. After a few moments to admire the perfection that was his own form be began to get dressed, pulling back on a shirt and then a long coat. “You will notice a grate above you.” He said slowly, a little in love with the sound of his own voice. “Come morning the suns light will fill this chamber and reduce you to dust... now please excuse me, its time to feed my pet.”

And with that he set up the stairs, quite in the mood for some entertainment.
 
For almost half of her life Aimee had been the pet of Vlad, possibly the most fearsome vampire in the land. And yet for only a short time had she accepted her position and become an obedient, pleasing pet. Even though Vlad was a man to be feared, he had never gotten rid of her the way he did with others who fought him. That was perhaps one of the biggest reasons Aimee had changed into a loving slave. And the fact that he was far 'sweeter' to her when she was a good girl.

That night Aimee was busying herself with an old book she had found years ago, and had read at least twenty times since then. She had only woken up half an hour ago, so she was still in her nightclothes - which consisted of a thin button-up white shirt and a pair of panties. Since it was the colder time of year she could wear clothes to sleep. After all, Vlad wouldn't want a sick pet.

Aimee's long, dark hair fell in soft curls around her face and over her rather large chest. She had a small waist that completed her hour-glass figure rather perfectly. Her silver bracelets clanked as she turned the page of her novel, reminding her of the power her master held over her. But at least he could show his power and make her feel rather pretty at the same time. These were, of course, nice pieces of jewelry
 
She wasn't in his room like he had hoped she would be, like he had expected her to be. Because after all whatever he wanted he always had and if anything was contrary to what he desired then he made sure that it was rectified very quickly. Still she wasn't where he had wanted her to be but he knew just where she would be.

It took only a matter of minutes to find her, pawing her way through an old book that she had found one day. Vlad had never bothered to really read it, a glance through it enough to tell him that it wouldn't teach him anything of real worth or value, it didn't tell him how to take more power or to control others... and beyond that he had little need for reading.

“I had expected to find you waiting for me in my chambers.” He chastised her with a small smirk on his lips, thinking to himself that she had been behaving very well recently and finding some small excuse to punish her might not be to bad, as devoted as she was he couldn't let her think that he wouldn't reprimand her for behavior that wasn't up to his standards. “Don't begin to disappoint me, you have been doing so well lately.”
 
The second Vlad got within ten feet of the room Aimee could hear him. Most people, whether mortal or immortal, couldn't hear the man if their lives depended on it - which it often times did. But this pet had spent enough time with her master to pick up on the sound of his foot steps, and she knew he was coming for her.

Yet Aimee stayed focused on her book until he spoke. The brunette gazed up with icy blue eyes and smiled sweetly at him. "I just woke up." She mumbled, closing the book with a soft thud. The smirk on his face made her grin deepen. He almost looked cute standing there in all of his glory, though Aimee would never say it out loud.

"I'm sorry." She whispered quietly, standing up from the bed and walking towards him. "Is it time for breakfast, then?" Aimee smiled again and swayed back and forth on her toes, feeling oddly playful.
 
It was hard for him to stay mad at her, even Vlad he was always quite happy inflicting pain on others was quite happy to just let the occasional infraction go when it came to Aimee these days, mostly because he knew how hard she worked to keep him happy. Before her he had killed more then a few personal slaves for even the slightest annoyance, but he had decided to try to keep her alive longer and had in his own way grown fond of her.

That thought made him laugh a little bit to himself, he knew that she practically worshiped him at times but his feelings toward her were nothing so complex, she was his and it was just that simple, no one else would ever touch her, no one would even come close to possessing what was his.

She was coming off as a little bit playful at that moment so Vlad decided to see where it was going to go, humor her for a short time and then later on he would punish her if she hadn't managed to earn some clemency from him.

“I'm quite fine right now.” He said, brushing a little bit of hair away from her neck and seeing long faded scars from where he had fed many times in the past. “I might need something to drink later... what is it about that book that keeps you coming back to it?” He didn't know why he asked that so suddenly, she was playful yet he was feeling curious.
 
Aimee continued to smile as she spoke with her master. Anytime she was around him, and he wasn't punishing her, she was smiling. She loved his attention and craved it like he would crqve for her blood at times. "Oh, it's a beautiful love story..." Aimee cooed as he asked her about the book. "It's all about a princess who has to marry a king. She doesn't like him at first, but then he saves her from an evil wizard and she loves him."

The brunette's voice sounded rather dreamy as she explained the plot of her book. Her blue eyes were wide and loving as she stared up at him, completely intranced by his eyes. "Doesn't that sound romantic?" Aimee asked quietly, leaning ever so slightly closer to her master.

(Gah. Sorry for the short post!)
 
(no worries)

A little bit of confusion crossed Vlad's face as she explained what the book was about to him, he had only glanced through it and was now wondering where that book had come from in the first place. It certainly wasn't the sort of thing that he would have bought... perhaps his mother had bought it some time ago. He really should have checked for and gotten rid of such things, it wasn't what he wanted to have in his home.

This sort of thing was a bad idea to let her read, it might give her the wrong ideas. “That does sound rather interesting.” He said, trying to feign a little bit of interest as he reached out to cup her face, his thumb stroking her cheek lightly. “But that book is looking a little tattered and you have read it many times, why don't you let me find you a new book to devote your free time to.”

That would probably be best, taking the book from her might make her feel rebellious in some way but if he offered her some other book it might keep her distracted, if he needed to he might have to take it from her by force.
 
Aimee's smile slowly faded from her face. The reaction Vlad had to her explanation of the book wasn't very accepting. In fact, he looked rather displeased with her synopsis of the story. When he told her that the book was tattered the young lady knew where this was going. Her head hung low for a moment and her eyes stared down at the floor. The brunette let out a soft sigh and walked back to the bed, gingerly picking up the book in her small hands.

She had loved that book more than any object she had ever before claimed. But this was her master's wish, and it seemed like the best thing to do was to follow his instructions. So, slowly but surely, Aimee walked back to the front of the room, the old book cradled in her arms.

"You don't want me to keep the book, do you?" She asked solemnly, finally glancing up at her master with wide eyes.
 
He smiled a little bit to cover up his annoyance but knew that she would probably be able to see through it anyway. She had been with him long enough to know what he was thinking and to see what was probably coming. If he could do it without any drama though, that would probably be best for the both of them... if he was to forceful then she might rebel against him in some way.

“If I wanted to take it from you then I would just take it.” He pointed out with a smile, knowing that she would see the logic in the attempt to make a subtle threat. He didn't just want to take it from her without providing some sort of little reward for her.

Reaching out he ran his hands through her hair, entangling his fingers in the soft curls and gently tugging. “Why don't you just give it to me and I can provide you with a new book or at the very least have a new cover put on it.” Then he would just conveniently forget about it and provide her with a distraction.
 
Aimee had grown used to reading her master's emotions, but at times she was simply too apathetic to try and analyze him. Now was one of those times where she just took what he provided as his mood instead of trying to pick through it to get the real meaning. As far as she was concerned, Vlad was merely trying to lure her into giving him the book. It was as simple as that.

The brunette winced when his hand went to her hair. She was half expecting him to yank her head back and either feed from her or simply watch her writhe. But no, he was gentle for the time being. "A-Alright..." Aimee finally mumbled, gently holding out the book. Her hand was shaky as she was unsure of giving up her prized possession, but still she handed it to him all the same.

"What kind of book can I have?" Her voice was soft and slightly anxious as he continued to hold on to her brown locks.
 
As she handed him the book Vlad relaxed a little bit, now that he had it the problem was gone as far as he was concerned. Carefully he slipped the book into his pocked and lightly tugged her head back, leaning in to lightly nip at her throat but not feeding. This was just a show of dominance and nothing more. He really didn't need to do it anymore but there was no reason for him not to do it.

After a few seconds holding her there he released her and took a step back. “You can have any book that you like, I will take you out to select one later on... but right now I have need. You will prepare yourself and be in my chambers in no more then five minutes... I am sure I don't have to remind you that I will be punishing you if you are even a moment late.”

True he could take her right then and there but instead he turned on his heel and went back toward his own room. He enjoyed making her come to him as another sign of his power, she would come to him at a moments notice just because he told her to.
 
Aimee whimpered as her hair was tugged back yet again and his teeth grazed against her pale flesh. But the skin didn't break, she was safe from the weakness feeding would cause - at least for now. In a moment she was released and free to straighten her neck and back.

She was slightly excited to know that soon she would be able to get her own book, a new book that would be picked by herself! Of course, the excitement over the book was soon overcast by his request. There would be no more talking of books once she saw him again, so it was best to stop worrying about them now and focus on the assignment he gave her.

Once Vlad left the room Aimee took off her shirt and quickly pulled a black and burgundy corset from her drawers. She slipped it over her curvy frame and then began tightening the strings behind her back until her breasts almost popped out of the top. At that point she looked in the mirror and straightened her hair slightly, even though it would soon become disheveled once more. And with that she turned around and raced across the marble floors to her master's chambers.

Upon her arrival Aimee knocked on the large wooden door with a small fist. "Master?" She asked quietly.
 
Once in his chambers Vlad began to relax a little bit, starting to remove his clothing and laying it out over a nearby chair. Off came the coat and his shirt along with his shoes until the only thing that he still wore was his pants. Those he would leave to his pet to remove, wouldn't want her to think things were going to be to easy for her.

Once he was undressed he moved over to his liquor cabinet and poured himself a drink, a small glass of brandy to help him unwind a little bit while he waited for her. The whole situation with the book had made him feel tense when he really just wanted to unwind.

That book, it could be a problem and with a desire to be rid of it for all time he quickly got to his feet, pulling the book from the coat pocket and throwing it into the fire place, watching as it was consumed by the flames, that would take care of the problem and keep her from reading it again. Even though he had told her any book she wanted he would have to monitor that closely. He knew of some books of poetry or philosophy that encouraged submission to a greater power, that was a more proper reading material.

As he heard her knock he shook himself free of his thoughts and turned toward the clock, seeing that she had only just made it. “Enter.” He called, not turning to look at her yet.
 
Through the heavy wooden door Aimee could only just hear her master's response, but thankfully it was enough to let her know entering was allowed. Even though she was his 'favorite' pet, going into his chambers without his permission was strictly forbidden.

Once the young lady had softly closed the door behind her she turned around to look for Vlad. It wasn't hard to find him, sitting comfortably in front of the fire place with a glass of liquor in hand. Something had stressed him greatly, though Aimee wasn't quite sure what it was. The brunette bit into her lip for a moment, pondering on the subject yet no solution came to her.

"Are you alright?" The brunette asked quietly, now tip toeing towards her master. Once she had reached his chair she knelt down before him and crossed her arms on top of one arm rest. Her knees were bent and pushed against the rug on the floor, she was quite used to sitting like this after all.

"You seem... upset." Aimee whispered quietly. A hand reached out to gently graze against his own hand with the tips of her fingers.
 
It had taken her a while to get the hang of not entering as soon as summoned, but it had been worth it. Everything she did, everything he had trained her to do was just another show of the power that he held over her. For a moment Vlad wondered if she would kill herself if he ordered her too... something to be tested if she ever betrayed him.

Not like that was even possible.

Reaching out he began to stroke her head gently, as though she were a loyal dog sitting at his feet rather then the young woman who was about to service him in any way that he desired. “I am quite alright.” He said softly, taking her hand and guiding it over the bulge in his pants, impatient to have her deal with his need. “I will be much better very soon pet, now why don't you get to work and see if you can improve my mood.”
 
An oddly warm smile spread across Aimee's face as her hair was gently stroked. She loved to be near him, and she especially loved those caring little gestures he would use - like stroking her hair or cheek. It almost distracted her from the task at hand, but Vlad was eager enough to move her hand and keep her focused.

"Yes sir." She whispered quietly, before moving around to be in front of him. The brunette moved in between his legs and her nimble fingers quickly went to work with his trousers. She soon had them unbuttoned and tugged them down until they fell about his ankles. At that point Aimee grabbed for his semi-hard cock, which seemed to throb at her touch. "Do you want me to suck you first?" Her voice asked softly as she leaned over to his member and let her tongue run from the base of his cock up to the very tip in one swift motion.
 
Vlad growled softly, feeling himself twitch in her hand and then under her talented tongue. It was magnificent, she knew after all these years just what he liked and just how to pleasure him, just as he knew her body and when he chose to he could easily have her reduced to a withering puddle of flesh beneath his touch.

Looking down at her he smiled, she was wearing one of his favorite outfits, the corset made everything swell perfectly and it was always fun to take it off, or to even leave it on depending on how his mood struck him. “I think your tongue for now, but if you do a good job I will allow you to go further.” He said as though it was a treat for her.
 
Even though it seemed at times that Vlad craved Aimee and her body, he turned such yearnings on the girl once she came into his bedroom. It was she who would be begging him to let her suck his cock, to be in his presence alone was a privilege. It was an odd form of manipulation that he was a master at, and even during her rebellious years Aimee had been overwhelmed by it. And still, as she became a 'good' pet, this ideas remained present in her mind as she was allowed to stay before him.

"Yes sir." The line would most likely be repeated a hundred times before the night was over. It was, of course, the most respectful way for her to answer him. And so Aimee followed his instructions and continued to use her tongue. She rolled her pink little tongue over the shaft again, and then teasingly lapped at the head of his cock. The muscle swirled around his cock in a twisting motion before Aimee glanced up and winked at him. It seemed she wanted to test him, too, and after a moment more of licking she stuck his head into her mouth and sucked gently.
 
She knew just how to act, his desires were hers the moment he made them known to her, all he had to do was say a word and he knew that he could have her begging him to fuck her when he was the one in need of release. As she took his into her mouth and began to suck on him he groaned a little bit and continued to stroke her hair, it was a simple sign of affection and the closest that he got to actual caring for her.

“Stop teasing me.” He commanded, sometimes when he was feeling lazy he was quite happy to just sit back and enjoy the slow and gentle way that she dealt with his needs... but right now he was feeling quite a bit more then just a need for an easy gentle session of love making, his body craved something rougher, a hard and fast fuck in order to relieve the stress that he was feeling. “I am not feeling particularly patient right now and I know that you need it too.”
 
Aimee was pushed further by not only Vlad's words and groans, but also his gentle touch. It made her feel loved and cared for, even though that was far from the truth. But in her own madness as a pet in this Manor the teenager had to believe someone loved her - if not she would have died many years ago.

"You want me to go faster?" The brunette asked, a slightly teasing tone in her voice. Still, she did so without an answer and began to bob her head up and down on his cock. This act had become almost instinctive for Aimee, and it almost felt like her mouth had morphed so that it was perfectly molded around his member. Quickly she was able to go all the way down, her nose bumping against the hairs that surrounded his cock. Aimee had become quite skilled in this department, and she was able to stay down on his cock for almost ten seconds before needed to come up and gasp for air. But immediately after filling her lungs she went back down, lapping at his cock all the while.
 
The perfect fucking fit, she knew just how to take him in and keep her tongue moving the entire time that he was inside of her mouth. The only problem was that she wasn't able to hold her breath for as long as he might have liked. He made a note to work on that in the future as he held her head in place for longer, forcing her to hold her breath for longer then the ten seconds that she normally went for.

“This is all well and good pet, quite excellent in fact.” He said as he let her up, smiling a little bit at the fact that she wouldn't hold it against him in the least that he had just been choking her with his cock. “But I am going to want a whole lot more then just a blow job tonight little one, why don't you come sit on my lap so we can deal with our need.”
 
Aimee ended up gagging against her master's cock as he held her down. She was sure at least one girl had gone unconscious due to this fierce action, but somehow Aimee was able to handle it. Once he released her she went off his cock and gasped loudly before going into a short coughing fit. But she didn't stop trying to please Vlad. Her hand still keep pumping his cock up and down while her fingers pulled on her collar to try and allow for more air to be breathed in.

"Well, alright." The young lady smirked and pulled her panties down before sitting on his lap. She had his cock going between her legs, the shaft rubbing against her warm pussy. "Where do you want it to go?" She asked quietly, tilting her head to smile back at him.
 
He was going to be feeding soon, Vlad decided this as she sat on his lap. Some vampires weren't fond of feeding when they were screwing but for Vlad his carnal and his physical hunger always were very connected, when he was done he usually fed and occasionally he didn't even wait until he was finished to sink his fangs into Aimee. This was going to be one of those time, she would be bouncing on his lap with his mouth at her neck.

As a matter of fact he knew just how he wanted her but as he shifted underneath her he pretended to give it some though. “I want your ass right now.” He growled after pretending to be done thinking it through. “But don't think that you are going to be allowed to take it easy just because I am in your ass... I expect your full enthusiasm.”
 
Aimee didn't show any disappointment when her master told her that he wanted to take her ass that night. Secretly she had been hoping he would want her pussy instead, but once he made his wishes clear those thoughts evaporated from her brain. All that mattered was that her master was happy.

"Yes sir." The response was purely instinctive at this point, Aimee didn't even have to think of the response before it came out. The brunette moved her shins so that they were against the seat of the chair on either side of Vlad's lap. One hand went to move position his cock, while the other helped give her balance. Aimee took in a deep breath once the head was pushed against her button, and then without warning she plunged down on his cock, becoming fully impaled by his member. "Mmmhhhmm!"
 
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