Saturday, January 26, 2013

Chapter 5 : Little Letters - Part 1 (of 2)


Little letters of love (a.k.a. B/D, D/s, S/M)

The night hurries by outside the window, gray clouds streaking by a half moon that lends a silver glow to the world. Inside the study a petite human woman sleeps soundly, enveloped in the arms of the oldest and strongest predator on earth. Strangely enough, she is safe in his arms. For now.

A pink glow caresses the edges of the grey clouds, the night sky turns from black to navy blue as the dawn kisses the sky. The age old predator, with good hair, stares at the glowing embers that are all that remains of last night's comforting fire. He does not see them, is eyes are unfocused and seems to gaze through space and time. He is pondering his choices as he pictures Her face while unconsciously stroking the bare arms of the woman in his arms. She stirs at his touch, but does not wake. Elijah's mind wanders.

o-o-o-o-o-o

It is time to go see Her again. He tries to stay away for as long as he can in-between visits, but sometimes he simply must see her. He allows himself these moments; it is no more than fair. God knows he has taken his share of the responsibility, still takes it, trying to keep his siblings in line. If what he needs to recharge his mental strength is to see Her from time to time, he does not see why he should deny himself this small concession? She is his benevolent drug, one that fills his soul and gives him strength to carry on. The half of him he never knew was missing. She is his greatest strength, She is his crippling weakness.

She must not know yet. Too young. She is too young…

She smells so good, she moves with such grace, Her very being attracts his soul and his body the way an electromagnet affects a small shard of iron, he cannot resist her pull. She does not know how she affects him and it is not time to show her, frustrating as this may may be a millennium old; He may be a vampire; However, he is still a man. When he is in her presence, that fact never fails to make itself known. He feels not only his still heart swell and throb at the slightest smile from Her lips, He fights the urge to rip the clothes from Her body and claim Her as his every moment he is in Her presence. The fact that he knows She will love it, need it, know they are destined; this does not make refraining any easier.

To put it crudely, each time he is in Her presence he gets the urge to take her six ways from Sunday; and not doing so almost kills him. It is not purely carnal lust; it is a lust of the soul that transcends yet mirrors into the flesh. He wants to; no he needs to own her. This is yet another reason why he tries to stay away as long as possible in-between visits. Much as he needs to see Her, it is pure torture and he must collect substantial strength to restrain myself. Or, he had to. Now, he has his little one.

He gazes fondly at the woman in his arms and tucks a strand of her hair that is tickling her nose back behind her ear. She mutters something incoherent and snuggles her body closer to his. Her gorgeous, responsive body. Just what he needs to catalyze the torture from near crippling to inconvenient.

Last night he was thinking of all the ways, some surprising, that she is able to fulfill his needs. At the point this particular one had not even hit him, yet pondering it now he feels it may be the most important one. Through thoroughly indulging in his little one he can go to see Her completely sated. This will not diminish her pull on him, but it will take the edge off, much as drinking a blood bag or two before going out among humans eases the blood lust. It is nothing like the real thing of course, but the urges become manageable. Yes, exactly like that. His little one is his sexual blood bag, how ironic!

He cannot hold back a small chuckle at this thought. Although Kol and he both drank from her 24 hours ago, his intentions are not for her to be live-in food, so for her to be a blood bag for him in a more metaphorical sense seems somehow fitting.

He glances out the window and sees that dawn has completely arrived. His plan is to visit Her this evening and She is less than an hour's drive from his current location so he can afford to let his little one sleep for a while longer, maybe he'll even give her time to break her fast before taking possession of her. Yes, that would probably best, he has no wish to mistreat her.

o-o-o-o-o-o

The fact that he abducted her, kept her prisoner, hunted her down and is training her as a sub/slave without her consent or even a safe word does not cross his mind as mistreatment. In his opinion he is simply awakening her to her real purpose in life. Her unusual speed in responding to the training just confirms his beliefs. It will not be long now before she will no longer wish to leave, in fact no longer even able to phantom the thought. He will allow her more freedom then.

He gently rises from the couch, shifting her body in his arms to carry her bridal style. She remains mostly sleeping, stirring only a little, as he carries her up the stairs to her room and carefully places her on her bed to let her rest a little further as he arranges breakfast. He smiles with true warmth at the sight of her slight body curled up on the huge bed as he exits the room, aiming for the kitchen.

o-o-o-o-o-o

In a completely different room of the house a young-looking yet ancient man is contemplating the situation and his own reactions to it. Some of these reactions border dangerously close on, dare he even think it? Feelings? He shudders, it makes him feel uneasy. He flexes his mind and sends a tendril in search of hers, to gauge her mood. Finding her pattern is beyond easy, he only has to search for the single mind inside the mansion that is not his brothers guarded cage.

When he latches on to it he notices, to his pleasured surprise, that she is sleeping despite it being mid-morning. Smiling slightly to himself he creates the small crack around the shell of her dream that allows him to enter.

Slipping through the crack Kol finds himself in a huge bedroom furnished only with a massive, four post bed. The white silk covers are littered with blood red rose petals. In the very center of the bed are a man and a woman, both naked. He can only see the back of the male, and the woman has her face buried in his chest. The man is cradling the softly crying woman inside a protective embrace and stroking her hair, whispering words of comfort to her.

'Shhhhh, baby. It will be alright. I'm here now, it will be alright. Shhhhh, darling, I will never leave again, you are safe now.'

The woman relaxes at his words and stops crying, lifting her tear stained face to gaze at the man with an expression of complete adoration. Kol immediately and without surprise recognizes Kitten; still he can barely contain his jealous rage when he sees her expression. He needs to find out who this 'white night' of hers is so he can kill him. Before he can step around the bed to get a good look at the man, Kitten speaks. 'I know, Master. I know I am safe with you.'

The man shakes his head and chuckles as he replies; 'Not Master, Kitten. I thought we spoke about this. Call me Kol.'

o-o-o-o-o-o

In the kitchen Elijah finishes the breakfast tray for his little one and carries it up the stair to her, waking her gently by stroking her cheek. Her big, blue eyes open sleepily and a smile spreads across her face at the sight of the breakfast. She realizes she is famished.

'Did you have a pleasant sleep, little one?' Elijah notices she seems relaxed and content. 'Sweet dreams?' To his surprise a light blush spreads across her cheeks at his question, she simply nods and focuses all her attention on her food.

Elijah watches her eat and decides against asking what the cause of her blush was, she is allowed to have some inner thoughts to herself and frankly, he is not that interested.

'It is time to get back to your training, my sweet.' He sees her flinch and quickly 'You did really well last time, in the end. I am proud of you.' She blushes again, this time clearly as a result of his praise combined with the memories of the actions that incurred it. 'Thank you, Master.' She assumes that since he said training is starting again she can no longer call him by his name; his pleased smile at her response shows her she was correct.

'I have limited time for training today, little one, which is why we need to get started. I have other engagements that will keep me occupied this afternoon, perhaps even for a day or two.' Her eyebrows lift in surprise, he is going to leave her alone here? 'You should not be too bored however, nor harbor notions of escape. I am sure my brother will be more than happy to keep you busy.' He flashes her his trade mark crooked smile but all she can think about is Kol. She is going to be alone here with Kol. Oh, dear.

o-o-o-o-o-o

'For this session however, it will only be me. In reflection to how well you did last time and our pleasant conversation thereafter, I will endeavor to keep this session fairly light and not introduce any new rules. Assuming you do not, too blatantly, break the few simple rules already enforced, I do not intend to inflict more pain than is pleasurable. I think it is time you learn how much this calls to your soul.' He considers for a moment, his eyes becoming unfocused. 'In fact, I believe we will not even go to the room, I have no intention of using any tools on you that cannot be easily found in a bedroom.'

Her eyes widen at that. There are still a good amount of things in a bedroom that can inflict pain. The welts from the caning are gone, all the pain from the massive intrusions is but a memory after the blood she was fed, yet she still recalls it vividly. In an attempt to sway him she tries very hard to address him correctly and keep her eyes down as she asks; 'Master, must you inflict pain at all?'

'This is different, little one. This time it is not to punish you, it is to bring you pleasure.' He gives her a soft smile and gently caresses her backside. 'Do you recall our first night?'

'Yes, I do' she replies, quickly appending a 'Master' at his raised eyebrow and sudden cold expression. Elijah's face immediately softens and she breathes a small sigh of relief. 'Good catch little one, I would have hated it if you made a liar out of me immediately.' He confuses her completely and he chuckles at her dumbfound expression. He attempts to clarify;


'I just stated that this will be for your pleasure, not for punishment. Had you not caught yourself just now I would have had to punish you, thus making my previous statement a lie. I would not have liked that.' His eyes are hard, but soften as soon as he has vocalized his explanation 'But you did catch yourself, so the question is moot. Anyway, on our first night "together" here I spanked you lightly. It almost made you cum. Do you recall that?'


Beginning to see what he means, yes she certainly recalls that event, she nods her head slightly. She hadn't expected it, but it had sent waves of pleasure through her body. Even though his palm had strung somewhat on her buttocks, the pleasure obtained from the highly sensitized skin far outweighed the small pain necessary to get there. Yes, she could see what he meant. Her body relaxes, along with her facial expression. 'I do recall, Master. It was not unpleasant beyond the first shock. Are you telling me that your intentions are to repeat that performance?'

'No, so early on in your training there is really no reason to repeat anything. Also, that was simply a few test slaps to judge your reaction, which indeed was favorable. So we will try other things, and a little bit harder, but not as hard as during the times you were punished.' He smirks slightly as he knows he will not have to repeat any acts in a very long time, he has always been creative in the bedroom and there are many, many things left to try. With great age comes great experience, at least in his case. 'The point is to stay on the right side of the pain/pleasure border. Now, to make sure we are keeping on the pleasure side of things, are you familiar with the concept of a "safe word"?'

She nods quickly, after all who hasn't read 'Shades' by now? She enjoyed reading it, even after it was labeled mommy-porn. It was exciting, but she never EVER contemplated living it, it is the kind of thing that remains best buried in fantasies. And then Elijah came along… Yes, she has compared her situation to the best-seller, but in her opinion there seems to be more differences than likenesses, at least what she's seen so far. Yes, the play room is there, the 'training' is there. But there are no limits, she has no control at all, she is not allowed to stop his or their actions and there is no contract. From what she's gathered, the sub's ability to choose what is too much for her (or him) is a central part of the BDSM culture and she has not been given that luxury at all. Neither have they eased her into it. But now here he is talking about pleasure and safe words. Her mouth forms a small 'o' in surprise as she realizes that he is actually going to give her control to stop his actions this time. She doesn't trust him to stop completely, but just the fact that he is willing to give her a safe word is a substantial improvement.

o-o-o-o-o-o

Elijah stays quiet, waiting for an answer beyond her quick nod. When she does not seem to take the hint he realizes he had better spell it out – he does not want to punish her for breaking a rule she may not have been aware of. 'When I ask you a question, little one, I expect an immediate and reverent answer. A bobbing or shaking head truly does not fulfill my expectations of your reverence and respect. You may nod, but you must also vocalize politely. I will let your actions slide this time as I had not spoken this quite obvious rule out loud to you, but consider this a final warning.' He stops talking and looks at her expectantly. She realizes that he is still waiting for the answer to his question. The fact that he asked it a while ago does not change the fact that he does not like repeating himself. She has to scrunch her brain to recall exactly what the question was, it takes a few seconds. Luckily her pause was not so long as to upset him.

'Yes Master, I am familiar with the concept of a safe word, as well as many other aspects of dominant/submissive relationship*. May I ask a couple of questions, Master?'

Elijah is seriously shocked, he had truly not expected her to know anything about this lifestyle and he is incredibly curious where she may have learned about it. She has clearly never been trained, yet she is excellent sub material. If she had previously met a Dom and learned what she knows from him, she would most likely already be trained. He is surprised and curious enough to concede her rudeness in answering his question with such verbosity instead of the required 'Yes, Master'

'You may, little one, after you have told me where you have gleaned your knowledge. Even the fact that you are aware of the term surprises me I must admit.' He frowns. 'I am not a big fan of being surprised.'

'I am sorry, Master!' Elijah is mollified by her immediate apology and relaxes, simply nodding to her to prompt her to actually answer his question.

'Well… There is a rather unusual fad in literature at the moment. There is a top-selling book about, what's the term? BDSM. Many terms are explained. It is very explicit.' She blushes again. This is ridiculous, why does she blush when talking about an erotic book after what this man has personally put her through during the past few days? She guesses it has to do with their bonding yesterday. She suddenly finds herself shy before him again.

'A "fad", you say?" Elijah grins widely. 'How popular is it?'

'Very popular, Master. Top-selling. There are even spin-off DYI books.' She giggles. 'As it turns out, more people than you could have guessed, mainly women, are intrigued by the subject – as long as it stays on a fantasy or light level. They're even making a movie now.'

'And you, little one? Were you "intrigued"?' She blushes a deeper shade of pretty pink. 'Yes.' Again she catches the storm cloud passing over his features and hurries to make amends. 'I mean, y-y-yes Master! I was intrigued, but only as a fantasy, Master. I never wished to...' She falls silent when his index finger hits her lips in a shushing motion. 'Quiet, little one. It is good that you have some basic knowledge but feel assured that whatever you read is not what is going on here. I will read this book and then enlighten you as to what is correct and what is not.'

From what he understands humans play the lifestyle as a power game where much of the power lies with the submissive, in specific the power of whether to continue or not. He and his brothers only graciously share that kind of control in the non-penalty situations, such as this one, which is why the safe word question arose.

Yes, of course only for the pleasure part, never for training or correcting. It really nullifies the point of discipline and punishment if the receiver has the power to stop it at any time. He snorts to himself yet again at the folly of humans.

He sighs 'I grow weary of talking; I have much more interesting activities in mind. Yet, I believe I promised you that you may ask a couple of questions – that means two questions, by the way – and I am a man of my word so go ahead, ask.'

She realizes his patience is wearing thin and tries to ask only the most important thing to her. 'You are offering me a safe word today, should there not then be discussed limits, or a contract, or something…?' Her voice trails off, she really only knows what she's read in that book about this, and he has already stated what is going on her is not the same – but she had to ask. Anything that will give her more control, any control, would be welcome, despite how surprisingly pleasurable the very lack of control sometimes feels to her.

Elijah is fascinated that society has changed to the point where a book about the lifestyle can become a best seller and even a movie. The fact that even his rather innocent little one has read it and is already familiar with the basic terminology certainly means that some explanations and discussions will be easier. Of course, his personal version is only vaguely related to the games humans play between themselves. It makes sense that she would want to know these things so he decides to try to give her an honest answer.

'Regarding limits it is enough for you to know that the only limits between us are those I wish to implement, hard or otherwise. You can ask me to refrain from something, but I make no promises. However, I do sincerely wish to bring you pleasure as well as taking it for myself, so I will endeavor to listen.' He pauses for a moment and strokes her hair. She feels like a response is expected from her as he seems pleased with this concession.

'Thank you, Master.' She says softly, hoping she judged him right. His beaming smile towards her shows her it was a hit, not a miss.

'For the same reason,' he continues 'there is no contract. The rules and limits are set by me and subject to change by my decision. As you are in training I am easing you into the rules, adding one here and there. By now you know the proper form of address and to always answer my questions vocally and respectfully, along with a multitude of smaller rules. I have no need to write these down to remember them – if you feel you have the need I will supply you with a pen and paper, otherwise I will simply expect you to remember my rules. This is all you need to know.'

She nods, understanding her situation better now. There will be no control for her.

o-o-o-o-o-o

There is no more time for talking. Something ancient and smoldering, something he usually keeps under lock and key, lights up behind Elijah's eyes and merges with his being, making him whole. He rarely feels so alive as he does when he unlocks this door, no longer suppressing parts of himself, of what he truly is. The Monster awakens, and to a human woman it is completely irresistible.

'As I said before we are staying here. There are several reasons. Firstly, I need to go soon and I want to be able to stay with you as long as possible and not have the bother of the room. Secondly you have just been initiated and I can see that you are trying, so I think some slightly vanilla flavored reward is in order. One must enjoy vanilla to fully appreciate the subtle differences in flavor.' Elijah chuckles deep in his throat.

He/It/They turn his/their attention to her. She smells edible, while his pheromones maker her body shiver.

Not in fear. Oh no, definitely not in fear… He/they reach out to her and lay her body down on the mattress, upper body leaning over her and dominating her with presence alone. His/their (hitheir?) legs slide over hers, pinning her in place. It is difficulty to decide how to handle this. He does not like to release control. It does not like to release control. Maybe, just maybe, there is no difference between him and it. Maybe it's only 'them'. No, that's wrong too. Let's try again.

Embracing his monster, Elijah releases the hard-to-uphold boundary between the man he wants to be and the man he is. Him? It? They? The separate entities waver, twist and merge. There is a brief struggle, and he does not know what part won or lost – only that he emerged victorious. There is no he/it/them.

There is only Him.

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