INTERVIEW WITH A VAMPIRE

Dianne stopped, key halfway in the lock as the doorbell rang. If it was a Jehovah’s Witness, then Jehovah would be her witness as she punted the idiot right back out the door. she clattered back down the stairs, and opening the inner door, saw Morry through the glass. What on earth...

She opened the door, dragging a smile onto her face.

“Morry, how can I help?” She asked him brightly.

He gave her a long look, and her heart gave a small jump. He knows, her gut said grimly. He knows and he’s here to blackmail you.

“Where’s Tina, Dianne?” He asked her levelly.

She returned the long look, brain spinning. She could deal with this a number of ways... but 2 people vanishing from her office, that would look dodgy, and the last thing she wanted was the police back on her case. Annabelle would be heart-broken too. It wasn’t that the two actually had a proper relationship, but the two of them were definitely sweet on each other. She could pay blackmail, but she knew she wouldn’t keep that up for long without taking a hatchet to him, but if he called the police...

“Why don’t you come see?” She asked after a moment, stepping back to let him in.

She expected him to laugh, to say he wasn’t going anywhere with her... but he surprised her, stepping over the threshold easily. He’d vamped up the Goth, he always did on weekends and free time, his black hair hanging loose around his face. He’d never gone as far as make-up, but all his piercings were in, silver and black, along his eyebrow, nose, lip. Added to the amount of straps on his long leather trenchcoat, and the metal-soled New Rocks, she wondered that he didn’t get struck by lightning.

“Can I take your coat?” She asked him.

Again, he surprised her by shucking the coat and hanging it on one of the hooks by the door. This revealed his dark purple shirt, the black velvet waistcoat and his long legs only emphasised by his tight, but not drainpipe, jeans.

“So how did you know?”

He gave a soft snort.

“I know that you’re not stupid,” He said simply. “You wouldn’t have had a leech that long without knowing about it. And I also know that you’re not one to contract revenge out.”

Dianne mused on that one, then nodded.

“Fair enough,” She started walking up the stairs, and he followed her up.

“How did you do it though?” He asked. “I watched the camera feed about 500 times, and I still can’t see how you did it.”

Dianne just smiled.

“Some secrets are mine,” She told him, pushing the door to her bedroom open. “It’s only a shame you found out.”

“You’d accessed the files.”

She looked at him. Morry’s deep brown eyes met her misty green.

“You accessed the logs. Discreetly, but your signature was there. I therefore knew that you had to know,” He said simply.

“And now what?” She turned to him. “What are we talking here Morry. We both know I can pay blackmail, but we both know that it wouldn’t be good for your health. If you were going to call the Police, you’d’ve done it...”

“Oh please, why would I call the police?” He demanded. “I work for you. I actually, as odd as this sounds, I  like my job. I like working for you. If you get taken down, do you honestly think that I’m going to get taken on? There aren’t many vampires in admin.” He took a step towards her. “I wanna see, that’s all.”

She raised an eyebrow.

“I don’t believe you.”

“Believe whatever you want,” he said simply. “But I still want to see.”

She sighed, then walked across the room and opened the door to the wardrobe. He followed her, and stood in the doorway, staring. She had to resist the urge to push him in and lock the door, but then stopped at the look on his face. His eyes were sweeping over the struggling and crying girl, over the ear defenders and the blindfold, over the thick gag and the straight-jacket... and there was a mix of fascination and... envy on his face.

He shut the door, and turned to look at her, as if making up his mind.

“I want a cut.”

Her eyes narrowed, and she folded her arms.

“What are we talking here? Money?”

“No,” He shook his head... and something clicked.

A disgusted look clicked over her face.

“You want time with Tina?”

He stared at her, face blank with shock, then laughed.

“Oh fuck no.”

She blinked in surprise.

“Tina’s a bitch. A self-obsessed, vain whore,” he said flatly. “And I personally don’t see the satisfaction. You obviously do, and you’re welcome to it, it’s time she gave back. No. I don’t want time with Tina. I want time with you.”

Her jaw actually dropped. After twenty odd years of business, negotiating dangerously, she had a damn good poker face, and it took a lot to startle her, but Morry had her completely stunned. He gave her a lazy grin, white teeth flashing.

“What?” She demanded after a long silence.

He moved in on her, barely half a step away, his breathing suddenly seeming so loud.

“I’m into this kind of stuff,” He said simply. “Really into it, but you have no idea how hard it can be to be taken seriously and be a male sub. A male straight sub at that.” He gave her a long, languid look. “I want you to dominate me.”

She was starting to regain her composure, and she straightened up, a wicked smile flashing across her face. She tilted her head, her long red-brown hair cascading to the one side, then fixed him with an ice-cold glare.

“Get down on your knees and beg for it,” She commanded coolly.

He brought them so that they were virtually toe-to-toe.

“Make me,” He challenged.

And she just gave a small, almost disappointed shake of the head, and put a hand on his shoulder... And he felt a sharp prick in his shoulder, piercing through shirt and skin. He raised a hand to the spot, confused, then saw her twist her ring back around so that the large gem was on the outside. The gem was really a hollow shell on hinges, and there was a needle concealed beneath. She clicked the gem back into place.

“You’re so damn naive Morry,” She caressed his cheek. “I like that about you.”

Morry staggered back, then, with little warning, fell flat to the floor with a crash that shook the bedroom. Dianne smiled down at him, a surprisingly tender smile... and then fire flashed in her eyes, and the smile became a whole lot nastier.



Morry slammed back awake with a jump that set his heart racing. He jerked automatically, but felt himself instantly caught by something, virtually unable to move, unable to see anything. The fact that he couldn’t see concerned him a whole lot more than the fact that he was naked. Heart pounding, his first instinct was to yell for help, but all that came out was a soft moan. Morry forced himself to calm down, to think, assess his situation.

Rein back boy, rein back.

His knees were hurting. Because his entire weight was on them. He was knelt on the tops of his knees. Why. Because his legs had been folded up and his shins strapped tightly against his thighs. He groaned as he felt the pressure of the straps, with a surge of pain and pleasure that made him start to swell. He tried to adjust, to bring his legs in... but something stopped him, and he felt more straps just above his knees, pressuring his legs outwards. A spreader bar, probably, he thought. Ok, that’s why he couldn’t move his legs. What about his arms? The top of his shoulders were killing him.

He struggled, leaning forwards... and felt something tighten around his chest. He pressed against them curiously. Rope. Too smooth to be hemp rope, it had been passed in front of his chest, and obviously tied to something on either end to hold him upright. Considerate of them. He flailed with his arms, then realised. He was in an armbinder, and a tight one at that. Just the thought of an armbinder made him jump to attention, they’d always been one of his favourites. This one sealed him in from just above the elbow, the tight latex-feeling sleeve pressing his elbows excruciatingly tight against each other, sealing his lower arms into a single limb. He could feel the pressure of the straps down it, and his hands were locked together as uselessly wiggling things.

God, he could really get to like this.

“You weren’t kidding,” An amused voice remarked from nearby. “You really are into this stuff.”

The low, husky tones of his boss caressed him and he groaned in response around what felt like a plug gag, a long tube of rubber inside his mouth, getting harder by the second as he tested all the bonds, twisting this way and that...

“Now, I take it you want that blindfold off,” Dianne’s voice purred.

He nodded vehemently, and he heard the click of heels approaching, and a tug at his head... The blindfold fell away, and he looked up at... wow.

Dianne gave him a seductive grin, running a hand up her long bare legs. She was wearing a smoky grey silk night-dress that fell to mid-thigh, rimmed in lace, and 6 inch strappy black heels. Her long dark red hair fell loose around her face as she fixed him with a severe look. He groaned in pleasure. God, all that was needed to complete the fantasy was a pair of glasses and a riding crop.

She crouched down sensuously, her right hand tilting his head up as she lowered her lips to his. Fire ran through him at the kiss, so light that it was almost chaste, heart thumping irregularly his hard-on getting so straight it was painful...

And then he felt something click around his shaft, and a sudden tightness. She pulled away and straightened up, with an evil laugh. He didn’t need to look down to see the silver ring tight around him, he knew that feeling, and he growled at her. She blew him a kiss.

“Don’t want you coming too early, now do we sweetheart?” she asked him lightly, then leant down and ran a hand through his hair, trailing her nails down his neck, increasing the pressure down below savagely. “It matches your piercings.”

What a consolation, he thought sarcastically, watching her carefully as she reached behind him... and gave another growl, this one even more heartfelt, as he felt something inside him pulse. Christ, when did she put that there? She grinned, not turning it up as he had feared, but leaving it at a teasing vibrate.

“I’ve got a show all lined up for you,” She told him. “I’d hate for you to be distracted.”

She sashayed away towards her bed, her hips swaying, only showcasing her tight butt. He couldn’t tear his eyes away for long, but had worked out this much, he was tied up with his back to the wardrobes near the end of the bed. She’d obviously hung the rope between the handles to hold him up. His attention was dragged away as she spun playfully around one of the poles at the bottom of her fourposter bed, which had all the hangings drawn, then vanished inside.

He gave another soft groan, contorting in his bindings, a desperate need building up in him, only increasing with every failed attempt to get his hands free.

He looked up suddenly at movement... and then, if his jaw hadn’t already been sealed, it would have dropped. The curtains at the foot of the bed had been opened wide in an explosive motion, and there was a very naked Tina. She was knelt at the bottom of the bed, her arms yanked high above her head and tied off to the curtain rail, fists sealed with duct-tape. Despite her struggling, there was nothing she could do to conceal her bare form, the perfect little breasts with their silver additions, the flat stomach with the decorated navel... He may have despised her, but she did have a stunning body.

Her face was concealed, her head sealed in an almost skin-tight hood, tight enough to see the harness gag that was effectively stifling her, only whimpers coming from inside. And knelt behind her was Dianne. She winked at him, then started to run her hands over Tina, tracing her nails over her sides, along her arms, down the outside of her legs, but never touching the inside of her thighs, the part of Tina that had to be aching and throbbing and burning as much as his own was. He groaned, shifting desperately, not wanting to watch, but unable to look away, flailing wildly as much as he could, wishing to God it was him being touched, not Tina.

She didn’t even want this! How come she was getting favouritism?

His breath caught as Dianne began to kiss and caress Tina’s neck, her hands massaging the girls’ breasts, carefully keeping away from the pierced nipples... Tina’s chest was shaking as she leant her head back onto Dianne’s shoulder, desperately gyrating in her bonds, urging the woman on. Tina squeaked as Dianne bit her shoulder, a squeak that turned into a long sensual moan of pleasure as she suckled the spot.

And those hands glided down her flat stomach. Morry and Tina both thrusted, Morry in desperate longing, caught in the moment, Tina in hope... a hope that was fulfilled as Dianne’s finger hooked inside of her...

Tina almost exploded outwards, gasping for breath, her delicate chest trembling. Dianne gently cuddled her as she shook with the force of her orgasm, kissing along her neck, avoiding the deep purple love bite on Tina’s collarbone, running her hands soothingly along her back. Dianne reached up and unhooked Tina’s balled fists from the rail, dragging her back into the bed and out of Morry’s sight. He gave a soft nasal whine, closing his eyes... trying to control himself...

Then those hands were roaming over him, those talented lips nibbling along his neck, pressing him back against the wardrobe. He opened his eyes, trying desperately to nuzzled into her, to move into her... but the rope kept them apart.

A rope that suddenly wasn’t there. He fell into her arms as she released it, then pressed him to the rug at the bottom of her bed. His legs still forced up behind him, his arms now trapped by latex, leather and his own body weight, all he could do was beg at her through the gag, his big brown eyes wide and pleading, the inferno inside him, the demon inside roaring for release before it burned him from the inside out.

Dianne reached forwards and unbuckled the gag. He spat it  out, sucking it desperate breaths.

“Beg for it,” She commanded again, and he was only too happy to oblige.

“Please!” He couldn’t form coherent sentences. “Di... Mistress... please! I’m begging you! Please... just... God, please...”

She shook her head, amused at something.

“Awh, you’re not a vampire. Vampires can’t say God’s name.”

She leant down and kissed him, long and hard... He curled upwards, using every fraction of strength his abdominal muscles had to kiss her back, and felt her hand creep down. He urged it down, his kissing become more feverish. She settled over him, then he felt the ring click off.

Thank fuck for that, was his last coherent thought, as she bit his lip, and rode him, grinding her hips into his as he arched into her, and finally got his own explosion.

A long old while afterwards, Dianne rolled off him, lying on the rug, panting every bit as hard as him.

“You are totally insane,” He said after a moment, when he could hear over his own heartbeat.

“And you’re the one who willingly gave himself to a mad woman, I have concerns about your own mental health,” She returned.

He considered that.

“Checkmate,” He conceded.

There was another silence, then Dianne sat up.

“Are you thinking what I’m thinking?” She asked him.

“I seriously doubt it,” He said, grinning. “What are you thinking?”

He bathed in the warmth of another of her wicked grins as she gave her one word answer.

“Shower!”