“You are only human, after all.” Brandon said, saying it almost like an insult. “Now, correct me but, would it not have been possible to call upon Emilio for interference? “
“I should have. I was not thinking of that.” Nick replied.
“Hmm. Perhaps even… feigning some excuse of needing to be elsewhere when things even started, before she got too… persuasive. Might have been an appropriate response.”
“I tried telling her we should wait. A few times.”
“Yet you stayed in the room.” Brandon responded, pausing a moment before continuing.
“You could have left. Made up a story you had to attend to duties or any number of other excuses, yet you could have given even no excuse at all. She would have been mad, but…”
“I should have left.”
“Yes, you should have. That said, it seems that it was very much her idea, and I’m well aware of how feminine she can be when she chooses. I can’t hold you entirely responsible. To say that I’m upset might be an understatement, however, I am trying my best to be logical rather than emotional in this situation. I am not enthused about how things have unfolded, however I can understand how we got to where we are.
The question is, what do we do about it moving forward. See, I find myself in a predicament. On the one hand, I would love to tear you limb from limb right now – that would bring me great pleasure. But that is the emotional side of me. That is not even me – that is my beast. That is my beast telling me to protect what is mine – to punish those who try to take what is mine”
Brandon almost snarled for a moment, then paused, taking a furthe rmoment to collect himself before he continued.
“Petra is not a possession. She has never been mine, especially not in the way you’ve had her. And that is her choice. And it would be…” Brandon paused, clearing his throat. “Unenlightened of me to claim her as property and to punish you for an act that was clearly of her choice. Also, if you were to suddenly…disappear before the events of tomorrow night, that would put her ill at ease, which would endanger her well-being. So as angry as I am, I both understand that my anger is caused by a creature inside me that wishes destruction for it’s own sake. I understand that you can’t help what you did, and I understand that I still need you.
But let’s be clear. I am disappointed in how you handled this. I believed you were made of sterner stuff. In the future, I will take that fact into consideration when deciding exactly what you are capable of.” Brandon paused again, letting those words sink in before continuing once more.
“I have thought of a way that you can make amends. For us to be…square, as it were. But I have a feeling you won’t very much like it. So for now… for now, I’m going to feed on you. I’m going to take what I want from you. And you’re not going to complain even a little bit. You’re not going to struggle, you’re not going to resist. You’re not even going to think about anything other than doing exactly what I want from you.”
“Yes sir.” Nick replied, hoping his voice didn’t sound as meek as he felt. Still, in the end he didn’t think it would really matter.
“And then, seeing you are… shall we say… well versed in your talents, my harem has not had my attentions for some time. They’ve grown lonely. You will stay here, and you will attend to their needs for the night, while I attend to…other matters. Are we understood?”
“Yes sir.” he responded again, barely hearing what Brandon’s single word response before he lunged at Nick, latching on with his fangs, and drinking what he wanted from Nick.
He didn’t want this. He didn’t want to be forcible taken by Brandon, yet again, albeit in a different manner. But, he laid as still as possible so as not to anger the elder vampire. When Brandon had finished, he cleaned himself a bit of any leftover blood that might have been left on him, as Nick pulled himself up, feeling more tired than he had just a few minutes before. As Brandon had Nick follow him out of the office, and announce to his harem that Nick was there to take his stead and please them should they wish, all Nick could think about was how he had disappointed Brandon again. That was twice, in the span of four days that he had done so.
Then, there was that carefully controlled anger. It had frightened him terribly, though he did his best to keep it together, worried that it would make things worse if he fell apart. Once Brandon left, he did his best to put his thoughts to rest and do what had been asked of him. Problematically, he needed a rest before long – between the earlier acrobatics with Petra, and then the feeding, he needed a rest.
He’d been sleeping deeply and pleasantly, when he as suddenly and rudely awoken by feeling…refreshed? Energized?
Upon opening his eyes, he found Sayuri leaning over him, and saw Brandon not far off. He seemed in a better mood, and reminded Nick to enjoy himself before he left with Sayuri, and apparently Billy as well.
“I’m sorry, ladies.” he told them after everyone had left. “I’m ready, if you are.”
With each girl, he made sure to ask what she liked, and made sure to wear protection. The last thing he wanted was a kid. To make sure that he wasn’t distracted on his task by thoughts of how he’d so very, terribly angered Brandon, he put in place a mental image of Alyssa, and treated each girl with as much care as he would treat his own lover. Sometimes, though, that mental image occasionally wavered and become Petra – something he tried quickly to move out of his mind.
On a break to get some water, he sat that, and all the thoughts came flooding forward again. He noted that, much like after his last scary encounter with Brandon, he was beginning to shake a little. The more he attempted to ignore the thoughts right now, the more they prevailed.
God…of what use was he? He couldn’t do a simple thing, like leave another man’s woman alone. Or, for that matter, relay a location. He deserved whatever he got for failing so hard. For that matter…should he even wait for further punishment?
He took another drink, getting distracted only when hands ran over his back, ready for more.