The Vampire Queen's Servant

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IC: Caleb Reese

Caleb waited at the Eldar salon a little impatiently. Peter had told him her routine and that whenever she returned to her territory after a trip she made an appointment for late at night here at Eldar in the city to have her nails and hair done. She paid them quite a large sum of money to stay after they routinely close and be discreet about it. They thought she was wealthy and eccentricly picky the way wealthy people tended to be. Caleb knew the reason she preferred to make appointments here at this beauty salon so late.

She wasn't human, but a vampire.

He thought back on the first time he had seen her. He and his brother hadn't been after her but a real viscious bastard named Kraven who had paid her the obligatory visit when entering her territory while he and Nathan were covertly surveiling their target. She had met Kraven at the gates of her house. He had watched through a night-visioin scope as they exchanged words and Kraven did not like what she had told him-not one little bit-served the sadistic bastard right too. He looked as if he wanted to rip her head off, but he didn't-couldn't more like. He wasn't even close to half her age making her faster, stronger-anyone was better than that child molesting son-of-a-bitch but she was better by far. So Kraven had turned tail stared down by her sheer force of personality and her clear disdain for him.

That was the moment seeing her Caleb had decided to leave his brother and the self-destructive career of a vampire hunter. He didn't have the personal vendetta Nathan had against all Vampires anyway. He had only been in it to keep his brother alive, but he couldn't stay and do that anymore. How could he help Nathan hunt and kill Vampires when the woman he had fallen in love with at first sight was a vampire.

After that he had sought whatever information he could find on her and found Peter. Peter was once her servant but had been exiled away from her because of the nebulous politics of the Vampire world. Peter had taught him everything he knew of her and even told him that he believed Caleb had met and loved her several times in previous lives.

Caleb wasn't so sure about that. It sounded like a lot of fortune-telling gypsy reincarnation nonsense to him. However he couldn't disregard how seeing her made him feel like his place in life was at her side.

The door opening shook him out of his reverie. She had arrived to get her nails and hair done. For a moment he was caught senseless from just being this close to her for the first time.

She looked around the empty salon. Empty, because he had forced the employees out giving them a few hundred dollars to keep them from calling the cops and giving them some privacy for this introduction.

He stepped forward and executed an old fashioned bow to her, "My lady, I am Caleb Reese. Peter sent me to you." He raised the envelope embossed like a suiter's calling card with an old fashioned red wax seal and a little twirl of gold ribbon for her.

Caleb knew inside it said:

My gracious lady
Please accept this last offering from your humble servant. Something I know you will not go out and obtain for yourself. I give you Caleb. You and he need eachother, I promise you. He will serve you well, far better than a feeble bookish scholar did.​

Peter had told him that much of what he had written to her. He hadn't told her what was on the other page and a half. Though he had been consumed by curiosity Caleb had respected Peter way too much to snoop. He assumed it was something personal, after all Peter had served and lived with her for three hundred years of an extended lifetime. There must be alot of personal baggage between them.

Now for the sad news. "My lady," He said, "Peter died at peace, with great regard and affection for you until the end."
 

All she wanted was to get her nails and hair done. Just some time at peace, some relax after the trip she had made. Coming back home was always pleasant. She was in her territory, her house, her things... and her beauty salon. A place she could trust to be alone and well treated. And just for a little amount of money. But it was well wasted, so she didn't care. She loved getting what she wanted without further explanations: sit in the chair and let the people there take care of her. That was her moment of pleasure.

And now he was spoiling it. He would suffer for it.

At first, when she saw him all alone inside, she started worrying. He could have been any rival trying to go against her. But she wasn't that worried. She could easily handle him. For being a lady, she was particularly strong and agile. Being a vampire did not only granted her beauty and everlasting life, but also many other handy characteristics. And those were only two of them. But anyway, she should always keep her ears open, because there could be a hidden bunch of idiots trying to fight her or other unexpected threats.

But luckily for her, and for him, this was not the case. His naming Peter made a lot of feelings emerge inside her. But she pushed them down. She couldn't let them show. She had to remain strong as the queen she was. After taking a look at the letter, it just infuriated her. She tried to remain calm but him interrupting her had been unacceptable.

"What did you do with my service?", she said as she moved towards a chair. "I want to get what I came for.", she stated as she sat down elegantly in the chair.

If he had learned from Peter, he should be immediately getting to his knees in front of her. Never be above your lady. She had no intention of making him her servant, but it didn't mean she couldn't test him. And tease him a bit. At least she could have some fun.

It had been long since she and Peter had separated, and she hadn't taken anyone since. She wouldn't allow herself to be that fragile again. Neither should nor could. Not if she wanted to keep her power. But deep inside, she knew she needed it. It had been very kind of Peter to send this one. I know you will not go out and obtain for yourself. He knew her well. After so many years together... But she wouldn't accept it. Not yet. However, she might get something out of him.

She had to admit he was quite her type. Peter had chose him well. And luckily he would have taught him enough for the purpose she had in mind.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

As she read the note Caleb watched her.

She looked like she was barely out of girlhood, a young woman in her twenties, but looks were deceiving. It was an impression that vanished as soon as when he looked into her eyes. Generation after generation of lifetimes were there buried like rock strata. She had the eyes of experience set in that innocent face with many years of shimmering with laughter both devious and joyous or tears spent in silent grief left over their jade green irises like fingerprints.

Caleb had expected a flash of emotion in those eyes as he told her what had happened to Peter. He supposed he shouldn't be disappointed that he saw no sign of it. She came from a world where such sentimentality towards a servant or any human no matter how fleeting was seen as a dangerous weakness. She would be very deft at hiding how the news of her former servant's death affected her. Never the less Caleb knew it was there anyway.

If she allowed any emotion to show at all it was irritation at the break in her ordered routine, though even that she hid very well. In fact even that was hardly recognizable in her reactions, like the cracking of a thin sheet of ice over a pond just before it breaks apart under your feet.

"What did you do with my service?" Like the cracking of the iced over pond her voice didn't convey any of the irritation Caleb knew she was feeling at his intrusion into her well-ordered plans for the evening just an ominous edge to her words carried the danger any unsatisfactory answer he gave her would bring to him.

"I gave them the evening off, my lady." He supposed she might find that to be unsatisfying, but it was the truth. "I did not think you would wish them to learn too much of Peter or more about who or what you are. Also here gave me a place to introduce myself to you without intruding on your life any more than this as would be the case if I showed up at your door."

She walked over to one of the salon chairs. Her eyes never left his. "I want to get what I came for." She gracefully bent sitting down without looking back at the chair to see if she was lined up with the seat right.

"Never be above your lady."

Peter had said that over and over again when teaching him how to be her servant, but Caleb wasn't really the type to immediately lower just because she chose to sit down. Instead he stepped closer to her until he was just within arms reach of her and lowered to his knees the way Peter had shown him.

"I intend to provide you the same services you came for," He said looking up into those eyes, "Peter taught me how to do it the way you like. So please allow me to attend your needs, My lady."
 
Lyssa wondered whether she could trust him to do what she wanted in the right way. There was only one way to know.

"Ok, I'll let you try", she said as she crossed one leg over the other, placing her feet closer to him. "You are starting at the bottom. Unlace my shoe and show me what you can do."

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At those words she came back to the countless days when Peter so delicately took off whatever she was wearing on her feet and took care of her nails and fingers. He really knew how to ease her mind with his hands on her feet. Those massages had calmed her down even in the toughest moments... She doubted Caleb could do such a great job. But if he had been trained by Peter, she might at least get a decent one. And, anyway, the boy had dismissed anybody else, so he was her only option. And she felt like being taken care of.

"C'mon, hurry up. I don't have the whole night for you".

She started to get impatient. Being used to get inside and get what she wanted without having to give so many commands, she felt any delay was an offense and lack of interest. Even when she had to order things, everybody followed her commands immediately. But Caleb seemed not to be getting that very well. It had taken him too much to get on his knees in front of her, and two seconds was too long for taking off her shoe. He didn't seem the kind of servant who would do what he was told at once and without discussion. He looked like the kind she had loved to teach once, the ones she had to subject to her will by force. But at present she didn't have the time nor felt like teaching another arrogant and strong man, not after what had happened to Peter.

And Caleb reminded her of first-days-Peter so much... The way she had to repeat him her commands twice, showing her deeper voice: Do it. Now. Or you'll regret it. It made her feel so strong and powerful. That feeling...

But no, she removed those ideas from her mind. She couldn't go through all that again. She had to focus on other things now, and she couldn't waste her time on a servant like that. Not on any servant.

Unless he started to be quicker at her commands, she wouldn't waste any more minutes on him. She would call her driver and leave the place immediately.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

"Peter taught me how to do it the way you like. So please allow me to attend your needs, My lady."

"Ok, I'll let you try," She said crossing one leg over the other so her foot hung in the air directly in front of him. "You are starting at the bottom. Unlace my shoe and show me what you can do."

"As you wish, my lady." Caleb raised his hands and ran his fingertips over the bottom outside edge tracing the sharp slope up to her heel. The other graced over the back as they met he reached up behind her ankle to the tied ribbon holding the straps of the shoe on. He looked up to her not surprised to find her intently watching his every move. His fingers pulled and the bow of the ribbon free. He looked back down as he slid the heel off of her foot placing it carefully on the floor beside him.

That left the foot itself. Small, fine-boned, cold like his mother's china. When Caleb was little he'd been forbidden to touch it. As a man, he'd learned how to handle delicate things, enjoying the sensation while taking the proper care to keep them from harm.

His hands slid up her foot thumbs pressing into the bottoms and kneading tension there.

Despite her strength, which Caleb knew could dent the floor tiles and concrete beneath if she stamped her foot, he thought of her as delicate. There were many formidable women, with or without the strength of a vampire. But it was his experience that all of them had a need for love, unless damage to their heart had caused them to wall it off. They all desired to be cherished emotionally. Peter had taught him to convey that through physical touch.

And that was what he was trying to do here. Peter had taught him the techniques to massaging their lady's foot, but he also taught him to convey his regard and love for her during it, and Caleb had both of those to spare.

He could only hope Lyssa was receptive to those this evening.
 
He started in the right way. His manners in taking off her shoe were delicate and subtle, as well as showing his respect for her. Peter had taught him well, there was no doubt about that. Of course he wouldn't have sent anyone to her without being properly fit and ready. She would have got so angry she could have killed him. And Peter wouldn't forgive himself for sending someone to his death. No, she knew Caleb would be perfectly fit for the job. But she liked testing them, making them know that she was in charge, that her words were orders for everybody. And she would inspect the whole process, not taking her eyes from him. She wanted him to feel her look upon him the whole time. It was not suposed to be a pleasure for her --although if he did it right, it would be-- rather it was suposed to be a proof of his worth. He should be thinking she was considering him a servant. It would be even glorious to dismiss him later on.

When he started touching her, massaging her foot and pressing her thumbs, she found it hard to focus on what she was intending to do. It had been too long since she had received that kind of pleasure that she had to make a huge effort not to slide in the chair and let herself go. Her usual masseur at Eldar was quite good. He took her tensions away quite easily and she enjoyed him a lot. But this was different. There were some moves on her that only Peter had managed to get. Not any servant before him, nor any other masseur she had tried. And now Peter was repeating Peter's best moves.

She didn't know she had missed that touching so much. Lyssa also had to hold purring as he went on with his massage. Damn you, Peter, was the first thought in her mind. He had sent her such a nice bait and she had just take it. It was so pleasing... she started closing her eyes intoxicated in the pleasure.

"Stop. I said stop!", she said removing her foot from his hands. She couldn't let herself fall into Peter's trap. She thank herself she had told her driver to wait at the entrance, for she should be leaving immediately.

"You are doing it all wrong", Liar, her mind told her at the same time. You know it. And he must know too.

She wouldn't look at him anymore. That would show her discontent and disdain. Although she knew the real reason was Caleb reminded her too much of Peter, and it would make her weak in his presence.

She started grabbing her shoe to put it on again and leave.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

She did well to hide how the massage affected her. Most women when being treated to a foot rub moaned and let the sensual pleasure they felt from the release of tension be heard. Not Lyssa. She was gaurded even when pleasured.

Caleb's lady appeared to have some high walls around her heart in a barren land for reasons he knew all too well. The world she traveled was tough upon an ungaurded heart. Still there were cracks in her defences that beckoned him to the oasis paradise within.

Perhaps that intuition came from Peter's many lessons of her likes and dislikes. Or maybe it wasn't intuition at all. Maybe it was the rationalizing stupidity that came with a man's lust. Caleb had woken countless times times late in the night bathed in sweat under damp sheets, his cock spent like a teenager's over the dreams he had about her.

Peter had called them memories of his past lives awakened within him at seeing her again.

But though that was as likely an explanation as any he had he felt that wasn't quite it. Caleb felt there was a deeper-than-physical yearning in his heart for her more than just a grip on his cock could ever really satisfy. Only her content in his arms would be enough. Caleb would let that guide him now.

Peter had exaggerated nothing about her. Lyssa was something else, a haughty goddess, and merciless sorceress all in one, it was a little offputting. However as overwhelming as she was Caleb really wanted to please her, to give her the gift of losing herself in her own desire. There was a loneliness to her deepset inside her bones like a victim of frostbite needing to be warmed up slowly to survive.

He was just seeing that it was beginning to work. There was a glimmer of her eyes, a cracking of the armor she sheilded herself with, and then-

"Stop." She pulled her foot from his hands. "I said stop!"

"Is there something wrong, My lady," He asked searching her eyes for any signs of hope.

She turned her gaze away from him. "You are doing it all wrong." She reached down for her shoe.

No, he couldn't let her slip back inside her defences hiding like a turtle in its shell. His hand took hers as he implored her, "Don't go, Lyssa, please. I can please you if you give me a chance."
 
"It is too reckless of you to grab my hand like that, Sir", she responded to his reaction, still not looking at him, feeling she was starting to lose control over herself for his insolence.

Not many people ventured to grab her. They knew better than that. If anybody dared do it, they were easily to lose their heads. Not even her first husband had got away with that. The day he decided to treat her like any of his other concubines, thinking he owned her and could order her around... that day had been his last on Earth. She didn't even give him a chance to apologize. His blood had gone to waste —something she had regretted later—, but she couldn't let him think he was over her. Neither him nor anybody. She was as good as she'd want to be. And she had lived up to that standard from that day on. That was what had brought her to the position she currently held. And she wouldn't let a spoiled mortal brat like Caleb think he could tell her what to do.

"Either that or too stupid.", she now looked in his eyes, so he could for the first time see her anger reflected in her eyes. He was starting to make her lose her temper, probably inadvertedly, as Thomas would have for sure told him what could happen if she did. Her otherwise hazelnut eyes were starting to get a red sparkle, meaning her blood was boiling inside. That reaction could have two triggering feelings: anger or sexual arousal. And most of the times they came together.

He wouldn't release her hand, probably thinking that she wouldn't kill him in such an exposed place. It was true, it was not her style. Besides, he would probably also know it was not her feeding season. Thomas had sent him now, because he knew it was safe for him to approach her. But that didn't mean she could lose her mind if the time was right. And she didn't know why, but somehow she was losing herself.

"You shouldn't be doing that", her voice had a different tone now. She spoke slowlier, with a more titillating and mesmerizing voice, as she approached him little by little. "A servant musn't —she made sure to emphasize that word— touch his Lady. Otherwise he must be punished. You should know that", she said, her body almost on him. "And of course you can't tell me what to do, not even ask."

She was getting aroused by his little signs of fear. Power and control turned her on like nothing else could.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

"Don't go, Lyssa, please. I can please you if you give me a chance."

"It is too reckless of you to grab my hand like that, Sir", She told him.

He knew it was a really dumb move to have grabbed her like that. If Peter wasn't dead already that would've killed him from the shame alone. Beyond that she was strong and fast, unbelievably so.

"Either that or too stupid.", She said lowering her eyes to his. Caleb could see a slight redening to the brown fathomless depths of her irises now. Having been a vampire hunter before he knew well what that red meant. He was walking a tightrope with Lyssa right now. One misstep and he'd fall to his death.

He should be terrified, and the truth was he was, but not for his own safety. If she were to turn him away she would be alone again and Caleb was scared to death of that.

"My lady," He said with a tremor to his voice, "I don't believe Peter ever claimed I had an overabundance of brains in that letter."

Surely Lyssa would feel his hand trembling against hers and hear the rapid pounding of his heart, but he did not let her go-would never let her go.

Caleb wasn't being brave. On the contrary he was scared to death. She could practically rip his head off before his reflexes which were sharper than most allowed him to react, but he paid no heed to the danger to himself. Indeed he was terrified that if she were to turn him away now, she would go on living alone, her heart hardening and forgetting how to love.

"I am committed to your service. Whatever it might be."
 
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"Whatever it might be", she laughed, repeting his words approaching his ear.

Whatever?. He didn't know what that really meant. He couldn't be serious. Peter might have told him what pleasing her meant. But he sure wouldn't have told him the whole thing.

"Are you sure you'd want to be mi servant? It is not so pleasing... for you", she was now whispering directly in his right ear, daydreaming about what she would do to him if she accepted him...

From her position she could clearly hear his blood pumping inside his carotid artery. Oxigenated warm tasty blood running fast due to his agitation...

But no. Lyssa closed her eyes and focused on her breathing. For half a minute she stood still cooling herself. She had got too close, too fast, too soon. Were she go on like that, she would lose herself with unwanted consequences. It would be unacceptable to leave a dead body in the salon.

So she had to backtrack. But Caleb wasn't helping. His insisting on being so brave and, at the same time, the fear his body was showing turned her on so much. It was the typical reaction she expected from her servants. But her rejecting her sexual needs was only making her other need show up. She didn't want his blood either, but at that point, it might have to be one thing or the other. Her explosion was imminent but she hoped she could still stop it. She needed to. She had to.

"Breathe deeply and think about Peter.", she commanded herself. "You don't want to go through that again".
 
IC: Caleb Reese

"I am committed to your service. Whatever it might be."

Her laugh was short and cutting like a scalpel as she repeated what he had said,"Whatever it might be?" She quirked an eyebrow. "Are you sure you'd want to be my servant?"

"Yes," His answer came without hesitation, "My lady."

They were close enough that when he breathed in the air was heavy with the heady scent of her. She had a haunting mysterious quality mixed with a fuck-me-now sensuality that drew him in like a siren's call. Vulenerability, an intimidating, imperious manner and an erotic aura that registered just on the hellfire side of red hot. She was the siren, the spider in her web, the venus fly-trap. Dangerous and alluring and beautiful and deadly.

Within a heartbeat she was suddenly right up against him. The pressure of her breasts through her blouse against his arm sent goosebumps up and down it. Her breath came in a whisper brushing sensually over the surface of his ear. "It is not so pleasing... for you."

She was then at her original distance from him. There pressing against him in one moment and gone the next. without a blur of movement or rustling of her clothes to betray her speed.

"I think, my lady, that I have made my desire clear," He said softly. He lowered his head to her and bent to his knees like a man proposing to his lover. "Lady Lyssa, if you would have me, I offer myself as your servant."
 
Well, that's enough, Lysa thought. If he wants to serve me, he will. At least now.

With a sudden move, Lysa pushed him to the floor. Caleb was lying on the floor before he could even notice.

"Oll right, boy, you've wanted it.", she said as she started sitting herself on top of him, resting her round back on his thighs, and undoing his shirt. When she was closed to him, she had noticed through his clothes how muscular he was, but she wanted to get a glimpse at what she might be getting.

Not bad, she thought as she ran her nails through his chest. Not bad at all...

"Your first task will be let me use you at my pleasure", as she slowly started undoing his pants, noticing his bulge. She knew he would be excited for what had been happening between them, but she had managed to stay away from his crotch until now.

Lysa didn't really want to do it. But it had been too long since she had pleased herself sexually and she felt her body needed it too much to deny herself the pleasure.

She placed her hand around his cock through his underwear. Its throbbing was so tempting, she tightened her fist around it.

"That is if you are really willing to follow my orders. Quick. No arguments. Otherwise, this finishes here and now", she stated looking deeply in his eyes.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

"I think, my lady, that I have made my desire clear," He said softly. He lowered his head to her and bent to his knees like a man proposing to his lover. "Lady Lyssa, if you would have me, I offer myself as your servant."

Suddenly he was pushed backwards sprawled out on the floor.

"All right, boy, you've wanted it," He blinked shaking his head as she stepped over him and lowered herself to sit atop his thighs. The pressure of her buttocks against his denim jeans and the sultry, naughty look in her eyes silenced any protest he would have voiced though. It also brought his cock to hardness.

She reached up and began unbuttoning his shirt slow and methodically like a force of nature.

He blinked as she pulled his shirt free and looked down at his bare chest with the inspecting eye of a woman looking over a new horse to put through its paces. Then he winced as she dragged her nails over his chest. She didn't break the skin, but she knew just the right pressure to leave red lines of fire down his skin.

"Your first task will be let me use you at my pleasure," she stated softly but firmly as her fingers unbuckled his belt.

Peter had exaggerated nothing. Even this abrupt transition from haughty goddess to wicked and demanding seductress. As overwhelming as she was, Caleb wanted to please her, to give her the gift of losing herself in her own desire. She was so lonely, he felt it from her like a labored heartbeat that made his own chest ache in response.

the belt came free, the button loosed and the zipper slid down. God what she was doing to him. His cock was hard enough to break bricks, and throbbing under her scrutiny even with the cotton veil of his boxers still barring her view of it.

Her hand reached down and she laid her fingers over it. "That is, if you are really willing to follow my orders," She added with closing her fingers around it tight in a fist as if staking her claim of ownership on his hard throbbing needy cock. "Quick. No arguments."

She looked into his eyes peircingly. "Otherwise, this finishes here and now."

"I don't intend to argue or resist, my lady." He spread his arms and leaned up on his elbows to better look up into her eyes. "Quick. Slow. Hard. Easy. It makes no difference to me. All I ask is that you use me to your heart's content."

A human servant could be a lover whenever she wanted one, someone who met her needs and hungers both large and small. For humans Caleb was physically fit and strong though against a vampire of her strength and speed he may as well be a newborn babe under her. Yet he was confident that if she would have him he'd allow her to drop her gaurds and just be a woman around a man she trusted implicitly.
 
"All I ask is that you use me to your heart's content." Caleb said.

Well, dear, then your wishes will come true, she thought to herself, as she released his cock, pushed his shoulders back to the floor and crawled up over his body.

Now their hips were close together, and she could feel his throbbing member hitting her cunt. Even through their clothes, she could tell how excited he was. But she intended to keep him like that for a while, to keep him waiting and see how long he could stand it before his inner sexual animal instincts overcame him and made him break his word. At some point he would inevitably try to fuck her, disobeying her orders about not doing anything he wasn't told to. And then she'd have to punish him. Just thinking about that moment made her shiver.

And with that thought in mind she grabbed his hands above his head and held them with her right hand while her left hand started caressing the back of his neck. She wanted to find his weak spots. Her lips wanted to taste his skin and they went back to his right ear. Lysa was going to start kissing his neck, but she knew she was still too excited for that. Her fangs might come out unexpectedly. So she started on his earlobe. Her tongue and lips played with it for what he must think too long. She loved the teasing.

In the meantime, she rubbed her lower body over his a couple of times. For her own pleasure but also for his. One of his throbbings made her nibble his ear. A part of her begged her to stop that nonsense and let go. Surrender to pleasure and let him make love to her. Peter seemed to have taught him well. She could count on that. But as much as she craved for it, she couldn't show such weakness so soon. She was in charge and she needed to show it to him. So she stifled her feelings and continued teasing him.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

"I don't intend to argue or resist, my lady." He spread his arms and leaned up on his elbows to better look up into her eyes. "Quick. Slow. Hard. Easy. It makes no difference to me. All I ask is that you use me to your heart's content."

His reply seemed to please her for her eyes lightened. They still had a predatory gleam, but not as lethally ominous now. Lyssa released his member and pushed him back until he lay flat on the floor again. Then she crawled up over him. Even through layers of clothing seperating her skin and his Caleb could feel her the press of her breasts against his chest and the feel of her pelvis against his making his cock ache.

She took hold of his hands and pulled them up over his head crossed them over so the strength of one could pin and immobilize them. The other hand sneaked under him running fingers up the back of his neck into the growth of his hair. She moved in closer. Her face an inch away from his neck. He could feel the rush of air of her breaths raising goosebumps on his skin.

Then Caleb felt her tongue and lips on his earlobe. It was the first real skin to skin sexual contact she had committed on him, something fairly small, a tiny area of his body. It was as far from his throbbing cock as any of his body part could get, however as her tongue and lips played over his earlobe he felt the sensation and pleasure shoot straight down to his straining cock.

He moaned as she began to grind her hips into his stimulating his trapped cock with her gyrations. God she was torturing him with just playing with his earlobe and rubbing her clothed lowerbody over him. How long had this taken seconds or years. It sure felt like the latter to him.

More than anything Caleb wanted to move his arms, to wrap them around her, and hold her tight. He wanted to kiss, lick, tear off clothing, to make love to her right here on the floor, but he didn't.

This was a test, he knew, hell-everything would be a test with her. Peter had told him that much. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he didn't move and allowed her to have her way with him as he had said. If she was testing him he meant to pass with flying colors.
 
So he was the tough kind. Not a sign of weakness yet. But Lyssa wasn't sure whether she was liking it or not. He hated the weak ones, they weren't fun to play with. The tougher they were, the more difficult to break them, the better. It was battle win for her. It she didn't have the time to use all of her tricks and games, it was not worth it.

But now, she was hoping for him to be quick. As she kept playing with him, she wanted for him to lose control and go on with her game. That much time in isolation she had spent was taking its toll on her. Lyssa was feeling weaker than ever. She missed Peter...

But it only took her a moment to remember. Lust, anger and power came back to her, and her left hand clenched around the back of his neck. She was sure her nails would be leaving their mark on his skin, and sending a little sense of pain to his brain. She hoped he liked the feeling, for she'd be delivering a lot more of it to him.

A harder bite in his ear... her incisors pressed his flesh and she felt him move slightly.

"Good boy," she thought, "hold on and don't you dare make a sound."

Lyssa sat up and grinned at him.

"Very well, Caleb", she started saying as her hands delicately unbuttoned the first buttons of her shirt, just below her brassiere. He could see the center of her red lace bra, with a little ribbon and pearl. She felt his cock throbbing wildly at the view.

"Let's get you more confortable...", she continued as, with a sudden movement, she took off his trousers. It was so quick that he couldn't even have felt the release of her weight on him, just her moving downwards a bit. "I wouldn't want you to feel so oppressed." Now his cock had a little bit more freedom still under his boxer but without the pressure of her body. And without his trousers, he could feel now her warm thighs on his own.

Lyssa moved a bit to her right so that he could sense her wet lace thong on his skin. His mind would start being filled with images of that little piece of cloth.

For a moment, Lyssa thought about taking off her short skirt right then. She could do that without moving on him, as it was a wraparound with a button on a side. But the idea of having him wondering about her upper thighs seemed better. Maybe that would make him come out, want to check his imagination against reality.

In the meantime, she would go on with her tricks.

She placed one of her hands over his dick again, and felt it harder and hotter this time. She could also sense a wet spot on his pants, when her finger ran across its head. Lyssa went on caressing it slowly, as she waited for any reaction from him.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

This was a test, he knew, hell-everything would be a test with her. Peter had told him that much. It was the hardest thing he had ever done, but he didn't move and allowed her to have her way with him as he had said. If she was testing him he meant to pass with flying colors.

But damned if it wasn't a difficult task to pull. Caleb wasn't naturally submissive, in fact he couldn't remember any time when he had ever submitted to a lover-not like the kind of submission Lyssa expected anyway. When he made love to a woman, he took over. He let her feel his strength, his desire for her. If there was any surrendering of any kind she surrendered to him. He never let himself go until he had made certain she was lost in him, the passion he had given her.

Peter's words came to his mind: "To serve her, Caleb, you must learn what surrender truly means."

Right now his natural instincts were screaming at him to roll over and pin her to the floor and begin exploring her body the way she'd been exploring his. It wouldn't have worked of course. She was much too fast and strong to allow that if she didn't want it.

She bit down on his ear and he shifted slightly stopping both the lowering of his hands to wrap her up in his arms and the low aroused growl trying to claw its way out of his throat.

She rose sitting upon him. Peering down on him her eyes met his as her hands reached for the buttons of her blouse causing his breath to catch in his throat. "Very well, Caleb," she said unbuttoning the first couple of button showing just the hint of her bra underneath in the valley between her breasts. Another button revealed it to be made of blood red lace with a ribbon and pearl.

His cock was certainly enjoying the show. Throbbing it made a pronounced tent under the cotton of his boxers at the slow sensual display of her lingerie.

"Let's get you more confortable..." She moved downward for one split second and the next she was casting aside the pants he'd been wearing. Caleb hadn't even felt the friction of the denim against the skin of his legs neither the shifting of her weight upon him. "I wouldn't want you to feel so oppressed."

He could feel the silky smooth texture of her skin upon the skin of his thighs now. The contact a constant reminder of the heat and passion of this woman atop him. Then she removed even the shadow of a doubt of her arousal by shifting just so the fabric of her panties rested against his thigh. It wasn't pressing down on him. It was just the barest caress, but it was enough to let him know how wet she was for him.

God, what she was doing to him. Caleb couldn't get his mind away from those wet panties-her arousal at having him at her mercy. He trembled with the need to engage in this play, to raise her level of arousal to heights she'd never want to plummet back to earth from, but no, Caleb clenched his teeth firm stubbornly staying still.

He wasn't certain how much more of her teasing he could take before he snapped, but he stubbornly stayed still and silent.

Then she placed her hand over the tent in his boxers. Her fingers slowly traced-as if she had all the time in the world just for this-the contours of his straining cock, along the stem over the head, and the wet spot from the precome beginning to dampen his boxers.

The aroused growl he'd been keeping inside rushed through his gritted teeth.
 
He was tough, that was clear. Not a sound, not a movement. He clenched his teeth willfully, stoically bearing all of her teases.

Lyssa was on the verge of giving up when his gritted growl came out.

At last!, her mind rested.

"Oh, thank you, dear. I started thinking that you weren't human.", she said, giving the last caresses to his pulsating cock.

"But there is no need for you to worry, you've passed the first test", she said as she got up and walked backwards to a nearer leather arm bench. She kept looking at him as she walked, for she didn't need to look back to move. She knew the salon like the back of her hand, and her other senses would make up for the lack of eyesight.

Lyssa sat on the bench, with her legs slightly opened. If he could see anything from his position, it might only be a dark shadow between her thighs. But he would still be having his mental image of her wet panties. It wouldn't be long before he could actually see what was going on under her short skirt.

Caleb was still lying on the floor, waiting for her command: "Second test... come here and take me", she said with her soft voice, calling him with her index finger.

Maybe it was too direct, but she needed him to spring out, with no time to plan anything, just be himself.

From the first test she had learned he could be a good servant. He was obedient and determined to do whatever she wanted despite his own desires. But now she wanted to know about him. Would he be tender? Or rough? Hasty? Or thoughtful? Would he put her joy before his own? Or would he prefer his own pleasure when given the opportunity? Of course she wouldn't let him go too far. But that was the only way to know about his inner feelings.

"C'mon, Caleb. I don't have all night…", she encouraged him, as she crossed her legs and leaned against the wall behind her.

She could see how startled he was. Peter wouldn't have told him about this part of the test. It was imperative that he come unknowingly to it, otherwise he wouldn't show his true nature.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

The aroused growl he'd been keeping inside rushed through his gritted teeth.

A small smug smirk came across her face as she said, "Oh, thank you, dear." Her fingers continued carressing him through the fabric of his underwear as she continued, "I started thinking that you weren't human."

"I'm merely a man, my lady," Caleb replied through heavy breaths, "With a man's needs, and a man's capacity to endure alot to get what he needs, and what I need right now is to prove myself to you for you to accept me."

"But there is no need for you to worry, you've passed the first test," She said rising up in a gracefully smooth motion. She took a step back her eyes never looking back to the near wall and the bench for waiting patrons of the salon. She kept her eyes on him. Caleb could feel her gaze on his skin like they were the fingers whose caress he had felt moments before.

She sat down with the same preternatural grace onto the bench. Her legs were open angled so he had a good view of the shadowed world under her skirt. Though Lyssa's face betrayed nothing he had the distinct impression she wanted him to look and concentrate up on that shadowy triangle in hopes of seeing the lacy treasure beyond.

He raised up on his elbows looking on her in the appreciation of only a healthy sexual man could give a woman he considered beautifully alluring-alluring- calling Lyssa alluring was like describing the surface of the sun as a tad warm. He wanted her, needed her, like he needed air, right now.

"Second test..." She said softly crooking a finger for him, "Come here and take me."

His eyebrows raised in surprise. Peter had said nothing about this. He wasn't sure what to do. He knew what he wanted to do...ravish her like the erotic sexy woman she was, but that would require him taking over which he wasn't sure would be the right move. Did she want him to insist she take charge again, was that the way to pass this test?

"C'mon, Caleb," She said crossing her legs and leaning back imperiously against the wall, "I don't have all night…"

That spurred him to action, if he was going to get rejected by her he'd rather it be because he acted out of his true instincts. "You want me to take you, Lyssa, then your wish is my command, my lady."

He got up on his feet padding over to her in only his boxers He placed a hand on the wall on either side of her head. He lowered himself until they were eye to eye. Caleb's fingers slipped through her hair taking hold of the back of her neck. He closed the distance and pulled her in for a kiss. It wasn't light, or tender, or quick. This kiss was passionate and intense and hungry filled with all the fire she had lit and stoked within him with every glance and step and word and breath she had made tonight.

Meanwhile Caleb's other hand lowered from the wall over the fabric of her blouse down from her shoulder to her breast. Cupping it and squeezing lightly as his tongue pushed within her mouth and began fencing with hers. He could feel her nipple through the barriers of blouse and bra. It was protruding and aroused. He pulled back catching her bottom lip between his teeth and worrying it gently as he looked up into his eyes to gauge her reaction.

If he hadn't pleased her he would certainly know it now.
 
Lyssa was pleasantly surprised by Caleb's moves. She thought he would be less passionate, more afraid of her. But he wasn't. He was so reckless, and she liked it.

Caleb started out slowly, just as she expected. Placed himself at her height, caressed her hair and neck… and out of the blue, he pulled her in. He could have moved himself for her lips, but he chose to draw her towards him. And that apparently trivial move told her a lot about him.

Caleb wanted her so bad. He really wanted to take her -- but then again, who wouldn't want to? But he knew who she was, what she could do to him, what she liked… and even so, he was willing to surrender to her. And when given the option, he could forget about who she was and treat her like an ordinary woman.

It was something she needed once in a while. With all that power she had, with the burden of being herself, she barely had the time to enjoy being a normal woman. Letting someone take care of her, having someone looking after her needs… It was something most people couldn't do, as they were always worried about annoying her. And she was glad to realize that Caleb didn't have that problem. He seemed ready to take control if she asked him to.

Lyssa wondered how far he could get without being uncomfortable, without being stopped by his knowledge of her.

So she let him go on.

And she was really pleased with the result. Lyssa even let herself go for a moment and enjoyed his caresses. He was good, she liked the way he touched her.

And as he nibbled her lip and stared at her, she was just conquered. Yes, he could be her servant, and right then he could do whatever he wanted with her. Lyssa pounced on him, making the two of them fall on the floor again. For a second she was worried he might have got hurt, for she hadn't measured the strength of her move. But as he didn't make any hurt sound, she went on. Lysa gave him back that passionate kiss he had planted on her a few seconds before, as her hands rushed to undo the remaining buttons on her shirt.

That wasn't Lyssa any longer. Her trapped lust had taken control of her body. It had been shut up for too long and now it wanted its share of her new prize.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

If he hadn't pleased her he would certainly know it now.

One moment he stared up into her deep blood red eyes the next he was flat against the linoleum floor of the salon. Her lips pressed against his in a reflection of the fiery kiss he had just given her, and it raised and stirred that fire again. Caleb kissed her back with matching intensity.

He didn't know what had gotten into her. She'd gone from aloof dominatrix to hungry wild woman in a heartbeat, other than Peter's pointers that he'd often find her mercurial, or like an onion with neverending layers to her, this sudden shift in behavior was a total shock to him.

Bipolar, more like, but not that Caleb was complaining. Afterall this what he had wanted from her from the first moment he had laid eyes on her through his scope at the gates of her mansion a year ago.

She kissed him back atop her hands flying and freeing her buttons. He reached up and helped her pull her blouse off of her.

Their tongues tangled and dueled together. Caleb's arms wrapped around her. Hands running over her spine to the clasp of her bra and freeing that too before one continued as his fingers slipped through the dark veil of silken tresses to the nape of her neck so he could guide their kiss. The other hand slipping between them and under the cup of her bra to court her breast his thumb circling and teasing her nipple. He used his hand on the back of her neck to guide and direct their kiss controlling the depth and angle of their heads.

He wanted her to get lost in the pleasure, the passion, he had stirred in her. She had rewarded him for following his instincts and drawing it out of her, Caleb saw no reason to stop acting on them now.
 
Lyssa knew she shouldn't be doing that, but she was enjoying it so much that she didn't care. It was her reward for so many lonely days and busy nights. She deserved that and more.

And Caleb was a natural. He gave in the perfect amount of power. He could have been softer, afraid, and she would have got bored. He could have been too brave and she would have had to stop him. But no, he was just perfect. And it was his own nature. Peter couldn't have taught him that, although he surely had realized it was in Caleb. Otherwise, he wouldn't have sent the boy to her.

And he was quick with her clothes. While their tongues fought inside their mouths, none wanting to be less than the other, he swiftly had her breast on his hand. His touch was delicate and firm, her skin enjoying the touch. None of her previous servants had managed or even tried to get to that point so quickly. But Caleb was so different... She would have to scold him later, but not now. There was no need. She liked it, although she would never admit it.

Meanwhile, she also let him think he was in control of their kiss. He brilliantly directed her head from the back of her neck. And he could do it now, for she would never again let him have that kind of control. It would be so enjoyable later on. He would think he could be that guy again. But this was a one time onlyshow, so she was letting him enjoy it. And, well, she was enjoying it too... Would that mean a change in her? No, she liked to be in control. She had always liked it. So why now these dissenting feelings? There must be the tiredness...

Tiredness which was also causing her an annoying buzz in her ear. It sounded like a car's engine...

Alfred!

She freed herself from Caleb's embrace and took a look at the clock in the wall.

"Crap!", she whispered while she started to get up.

"Get up, and get dressed quickly", she said, as she turned around and started buttoning her shirt. "The car is waiting for us, we gotta go."

How time had flown! Alfred must have been waiting at the entrance for some time. That wasn't typical of her. It was selfish, stupid and dangerous having her chauffeur wait outside alone. She had completely lost all sense of time being with Caleb. She was angry at herself.

Lyssa wouldn't even look at Caleb. She heard him rushing around getting dressed. Lyssa didn't want to take another look at the human who was tampering her senses. She thought about leaving him behind. Although she had decided to take him with her, now it didn't seem such a good idea. He was bad for her. They had only been together for an hour and she had been against her principles so many times... But she needed to know why. She had to discover what made him so unique.

"You'll ride in the front seat"; she told him while she pulled the door open and started leaving the place.

Lyssa didn't check if he was following her. Outside the building she just rushed into the black limousine.

"Hi, Alfred. Take us home, please", she asked him as Caleb closed the front door.

She took one last look at her new servant in the rear-view mirror before rising the black glass that would separate them for the journey to her mansion. She needed those precious minutes to think, calm herself, and decide a plan to follow.

"What have you sent to me, Peter?", she tought.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

He wanted her to get lost in the pleasure, the passion, he had stirred in her. She had rewarded him for following his instincts and drawing it out of her, Caleb saw no reason to stop acting on them now.

He too was getting absorbed in the moment. His hand explored and molded over her breast. A palmfull and no more. A fine breast like goldilocks it wasn't too small neither was it too large. It was just right-perfect even. Meanwhile his tongue engaged hers as they kissed.

Part of him knew she could cut his legs out from under him-literally, but that wasn't a turn off for him. Instead it was the exact opposite for Caleb. It was a thrill, like doubling down on that last roll of the dice. That moment with everything on the line and it could turn out so right or become a catastrophe.

And then the dice came up on snake eyes and suddenly Lyssa pulled away from him with a soft murmured curse.

"Wait Lyss-My lady," He called after her as she rose to her feet.

"Get up, and get dressed quickly", she said, as she turned around and started buttoning her shirt. "The car is waiting for us, we gotta go."

He wouldn't be human if he didn't feel some dissapointment at the moment. His cock was a solid bar of titanium in his boxers, and it ached with the sexual frustration of being denied its instantaneous gratification. But as she said that a car was waiting for both of them it registered that he had accepted him. Lady Lyssa, Queen of the vampire world, and the woman that had stolen his heart since the moment he had seen her had accepted him.

He rose up pulling back on his clothes in a hurry as his lady had commanded of him. As he was still buttoning his shirt she was already heading to the door. Opening she called back at him with a tint of annoyance in her tone, "You'll ride in the front seat."

"Yes, My lady." He hurried after her wondering what had brought on this sudden shade of frustration he heard in her voice. Peter had said that to serve her would sometimes feel unpredictable.

"Stand up, sit down, talk, don't talk, smile, stop smiling, please her, leave her be: My lady's moods are as mercurial as the weather and twice as unpredictable."

Finished buttoning his shirt he pulled open the front door and slid into the seat she had assigned to him. Behind the wheel of was a black man in a dark suit old and weathered from living through many decades. He glanced to him then shifted his gaze over his shoulder to Lyssa.

"Hi, Alfred. Take us home, please." The dark glass raised up giving her total privacy as Alfred only then nodded to him before pulling out of the salon's parking lot and onto the streets. Apparently not really interested in talking with the stranger sitting beside him.

Caleb looked down at his hands wishing he could be on the other side of that glass with Lyssa, wishing he could be inside his lady's mind to know the workings of her thoughts.
 
The ten-minute trip seemed eternal for Lyssa. Too many thoughts in her mind, stories, memories and images flashed in her head.

"I won't let it happen again. I can't"

She liked Caleb, too much. There was something in him that attracted her in a strange way. She knew she'dneed to clear her thoughts and start again with him.

Soon the car stopped.

"We've arrived, my Lady" Alfred said through the commuter.

Lyssa took a moment to breathe deeply and then got out. As expected, both Alfred and Caleb were already outside. She completely ignored Caleb for the moment and approached Alfred.

"Thanks Alfred," she kissed his cheeks. "Tomorrow, I won't need your services. Have a good day."

Then she slowly walked to the iron gate. She opened it and started walking on the stone path.

"Come", she just said without looking back to Caleb. She was colder than she had ever been to anybody, but she needed too.

At the end of the path, an 18th century house rose majestically above a beautiful garden.

When they got to the house, Lyssa waited for Caleb at the doorstep. As she felt him approach she said: "Upstairs. Third door to the left. I'll see you in the afternoon".

She left the door opened for him to close it and moved to her chamber. Hers was to the right of the central stairs, last door of the second floor corridor.

She locked the door behind her and didn't even cared about lighting a candle. The room was completely dark, not having and open wondows, they were all blocked off for her safety. But she had lived therefor so many years she knew perfectly where everything was, and her senses helped her avoid any unaccounted obstacle.

Lyssa plunged on the mattress and let her hand work the magic. She needed to explode, let everything out. Just some little rubbing and soon her body was trembling with joy. She didn't care about muffling her moans.

And then, she fell asleep.
 
IC: Caleb Reese

Alfred took the limousine out of the salon's parking lot and smoothly wove through traffic. Caleb tried to raise up some conversation with the old chauffeur but the taciturn driver remained silent and act as if Caleb wasn't even there. Caleb's eyes narrowed wondering whether Lyssa taking home a stranger for the night was something the old man was quite well used to.

Caleb couldn't knock his driving skills though. Within minutes he had the Limo at the city limits and turning on to a heavily wooded fenced in street with signs that said: Wildlife Preserve, No Trespassing" They were heading to Lyssa's house. The limo pulled up to the wrought iron gates with the high brick walls carving a broad square into the wildlife reserve. Caleb knew she owned all the land only keeping a comparatively small portion of it for her residence and the rest she had set up as the wildlife preserve, nestled right up against the city.

He climbed out of the limo and glanced across the street in among the treelines-though it was too dark to see now-was a fallen log he had hid behind with a sniper rifle. Where he caught his first glimpse of Lyssa, and his life changed forever.

Speaking of which she was now getting out of the back of the limousine. Not even looking over to him she crossed over to Alfred and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and dismissed him.

She opened the gate and coldly stated to Caleb, "Come."

He felt a little stung by the cold distant attitude Lyssa, but obeyed her without comment.

Caleb followed her inside the gates and down a pathway marked with flagstones as they walked through her garden. The early morning moonlight illuminated a garden filled with night-blooming jasmines a hedge maze with statues surrounding a tall gazebo in the center, and a ankle deep refcection pool lined with weeping willows fed by a marble fountain of the goddess Aphrodite standing in an open abilone shell as water nymphs circled her lifting pitchers over nude men laying prostate before the goddess as water poured out of the pitchers splashing over them. At the head of the pool were two marble columns in the classic greek style, but hanging from the top were lengths of chains, and at the end looked like handcuffs, but the thicker heavier old-fashioned kind. In front of them on the edge of the pool was a marble bench.

She led him up to doors of the house, a mansion really with three floors and two wings east and west. Despite being owned by a vampire it was open with many windows that would leave it airy and filled with natural light. She waited there for him and without looking back at him said. "Upstairs. Third door to the left. I'll see you in the afternoon".

"The afternoon..." He thought victoriously. She had accepted him as her servant. Caleb felt giddy like a boy on christmas morning. But then the rest of what she said. hit him like a runaway train. They weren't going to conclude their unfinished business from the salon? He still had a hard raging erection in his pants feeling neglected and all alone.

With her words spoken like a judge giving her sentence, Lyssa made her way upstairs, and seeing her sexy ass sway under her skirt as she climbed up the stairs before him didn't do his hard-on any favors.

He followed after her like a chastised puppy. If he had dog ears they'd be drooped down pitifully with his eyes huge and imploring her to reconsider. They reached the part of the staircase the divided into two wings right and left, and Caleb reluctantly began to take his stairs up and away from her. With each step he glanced back to her hoping to see her reconsidering her decision. The throbbing passenger in his pants was sulking morosely over its sentence. When he reached the top of the stairs he gritted his teeth with a surge of obstinate frustration. Turning around he called out to her "Lyssa...My Lady...couldn't we just..."

Her doors shut and there came the loud sound of a lock clicking into place.

Growling in his frustration he turned and came to the room she had assigned him. It was a relatively small room. There was a spartan bed, a dresser, and a desk. To one side was a walk in closet, lined with many, many clothes of varying sizes. Some looked like they hadn't been worn for hundreds of years. Some looked like something straight out of costume shop.

Still feeling some frustration he sat atop the bed and glared at a hand-drawn portrait of Lyssa hanging within a heavy gilded frame on the wall opposite him. Caleb could recognize Peter's penchant for drawing in it. This must have been his room when he lived here.

He should be happy but the insistent passenger in his pants was still sulking. Pounding a fist into the bedsheet he rose and left the room. He went down the hallway and across the staircases, but at the doors to her bedroom a moan stopped him. Lyssa was inside and relieving herself of the frustration the abrupt halt of their tryst in the salon.

On the off chance she was trying to see if he would come to her now, he tried the door handles. They were still locked, and the moans continued. He bit his lip and clenched his fist as the moans and sighs continued. He leant against the door. It was thick heavy mahogany, and a god-damned inconvenient barrier between them. He reached inside his jeans undoing the snap and zipper. His hand wrapping around the iron bar of his cock. Wishing it was her hand he began to pump it up and down the length.

Her moans were coming faster, louder, more intense now, and Caleb kept pace with the hands he could not see because of this door. In minutes he was getting closer and closer, and when she came so did he.

No more noises came from her bedroom. He went to the upstairs restroom for a towel and cleaned the mess he made on her floor. Then he returned to Peter's room and slept.

Caleb awoke late the that morning. He went to take a shower returning to the second floor bathroom. It was a huge bathroom. The floor was a tiled mosaic of a roman bathouse and men and women frolicking in the water. To one side the wall was dominated by a mirrored vanity with three sinks, the other side was the toilet and a stand in shower. In the very center was an old-fashioned style copper tub. It was large enough for two people, and on the outside in bass relief into the metal sides was a scene of a moonlit tropical cove with a couples making love in the surf.

He showered quickly and returned to Peter's room and looked through the clothes in the closet for something that matched his sense of style and actually fit him. He chose a white button-down shirt and a pair of ripped stone-washed jeans. It was only after he put the jeans on did he realize the rips in the denim weren't just from wear and tear or even for a retro-fashion style. The rips climbed up the legs pretty high-actually really high. If it weren't for the fact that he was wearing his boxers underneath he'd be liable to put on quite a show for someone just walking down the hall with the way the rips hung open with every step he took in them. Anyone watching from behind would get a tantalising glimpse of an ass cheek and likewise if he weren't careful would catch sight of his cockhead peeking out (again if her weren't wearing his boxers underneath). He then discovered that whoever made the jeans had also ripped open the front and back pockets so anyone sticking their hand in them was in for a great surprise and copping a feel of him. Looking through the wardrobe alot the pants had open pockets and he had these on already and he wanted to look around the house some more.

He left taking a tour of the mansion. On the second floor was more bedrooms, but first he crossed over to Lyssa's bedroom doors. They were still locked, which wasn't a big surprise. Lyssa was a vampire, and they did sleep during the day. He came downstairs and with some looking found the kitchen. A little hungry he made himself a sandwhich. She probably kept some food in the fridge for Alfred. Well he didn't think the old guy would mind too much if Caleb ate some of his food. As he ate he looked around the kitchen. To the left was a wine cupboard, opposite that on the right sat a chair in the corner that seemed out of place to him. It was a chair similar to those expensive louis XIV chairs but this had leather straps fixed to it to restrain someone to it. The chair was not the only thing there that seemed out of place. In one of the utility drawers of the kitchen island he found something. Pulling it out he looked at it. It was about eight or nine inches long curved, and carved out of what looked like real ivory. It had a slight curve and whoever made it put a great deal of time and effort into to make it look as lifelike as a real man's penis. He put the ivory phallus back into the drawer and washed his hands afraid of what else he'd find lurking in the kitchen drawers.

next to the kitchen was a great dining room with an amazing patterned floor of light and dark wood with three long tables arranged in a horshoe formation around a carpeted area. Atop the carpet was a chaise lounge and pillows. Along the walls were curios where one would expect to find fine china, napkins, and silverware, but instead were chains and ropes, and other things. He lifted up what looked to him like an ornate metal hairclip. It looked like real silver and it had a matching silver weight hanging from a delicate chain with a large saphire jewel at the end of it. He put it back into the curio cabinet and glanced up at the ceiling to see broad strong beams of wood with hooks and pulleys embedded along them in the ceiling. Tucked discreetly in the corner was a hand crank and levers that when he experimented using it operated the pulleys lowering and raising and maneuvering different hooks and what looked like a leather harness and a metal swing into the carpeted area.

Beyond the dining hall was a glassed atrium with bright sunlit doubledoors that led to a patio and the arched entrance of the hedgemaze outside. There were wicker chairs in a semi-circle around a single peice of furniture. A wooden X carved in beautiful and flowing celtic knotwork on the arms and legs ending in leather straps. The center flared out into a broad flat wooden rest carved and inlaid in gold the image of two dryads kissing a man passionately even as he was absorbed slowly inch by inch into the wooden flesh of the tree behind him. It was conected to a brass armature that would make it tilt and pivot with but a little effort.

Caleb looked back to the wicker chairs one gave a distinct feeling of a throne. It was in the center directly in front of the wooden X and taller than the others. Beside it was a sidetable with a whip atop it. The handle was made of ivory and carved to resemble a woman reaching up to comb her hands through her hair only that hair became nine long wide strands of leather.

He left then heading to the other wing of the house. Exploring a game room, home theater, an office, an art studio, and a living room. He was in the library with shelves of books reaching all the way up to the second floor looking up at a huge portrait of a man chained to the pillars in the wading pool outside nude. His cock hard and erect, proudly straining. Whoever the artist was he or she was a masterpeice and stickler for perfect detail. He could see the sheen of sweat and moisture, drops of precum rolling down his cock, a look of blissful strain and frustration on his face. The brass nameplate on the bottom of the frame said: Peter; March 8, 1938.

Sitting before the portrait was a strange looking chair. Before it was a long footstool the legs had leather straps. The chair itself was tilted like a recliner. The seat flared out and was sloped down to the edge so anyone sitting in it would invariably slide forward to the edge. What puzzled him was that at the edge was a cupped section with another leather strap attached to it. It took him a moment trying to work out the various postions someone would need that cup for before Caleb realized it was meant to hold someone's head while they performed oral sex on the person sitting in the chair.

It just sat here, like a comfy la-z-boy recliner, and not just here, but there were things scattered around the whole house as if there was absolutely nothing strange or unusual about it all. Peter had explained it to him. As a vampire hunter he had known well the sexual proclivities of vampires, but being told and knowing was a far different thing than living it.

What was he getting himself into?

He shook himself. No, he knew from the first moment he saw Lyssa that wherever she went he'd follow her. By her side was his place, even if it meant being her slave. He would do this, no matter the consequences.

The doors to the second floor of the library swung open and he turned to see Lyssa standing in the doorway looking down on him.
 
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