12. A New Day Has Come.

We arrived at the grand mansion as dusk settled, casting a warm golden glow over the surroundings. The sound of our footsteps echoed against the brick walls as Damon retrieved the key from his pocket. A faint scent of jasmine lingered in the air, mixing with the musky undertones of old wood.

A thought crossed my mind—had Damon been here before? Where would he have stayed if he had been in New York while I was working? My thoughts turned to Bran, who had an apartment in some generic building, not even his own home. But this mansion was my personal acquisition. Its pristine white exterior starkly contrasted the black door and window jambs, giving it a unique and captivating aura.

We stepped inside, and I entered the familiar one-bedroom where I had always been when I had been here during gigs. Uncertain of what attire Damon desired, I directed him towards my dressing room. Curiosity piqued, Damon ventured into the room, meticulously sifting through my extensive collection of garments. The silence between us was palpable as he closed the door and departed without uttering a single word. I couldn't quite comprehend what troubled him, but after a mere ten minutes, he returned carrying a sizable box.

"Here's your dress," he stated, his voice carrying a slight edge. "Now, darling, let me enlighten you about tonight. This club is a Master's club, where vampires reign supreme, and they either possess slaves or pets. And you, my dear, will be my pet."

His words hung in the air, laced with an intriguing mix of excitement and apprehension. Damon continued, his tone firm yet tinged with a hint of anticipation. "Tonight, you will adorn a spiked collar adorned with genuine diamonds. It serves as a symbol, declaring to all that you are mine, under my control. You are my pet."

He paused, allowing his words to sink in, before elaborating further. "Within these clubs, you will witness others on leashes and collars, fellow pets, and some may even have slaves accompanying them. However, I shall withhold any further explanations for now, as it is best for you to experience it firsthand. Now attire yourself accordingly. I will tend to your hair. Remember, obedience is paramount, my dear, lest you face the consequences."

Intrigued, I opened the box and peered inside. A rush of excitement coursed through me as I laid eyes on the exquisite creation within. It was a black lace Valentino dress, a sight to behold. Elegantly revealing, it promised to bring out the allure of my vampire side. This was no ordinary garment; it exuded luxury and refinement, a clear testament to its high price tag.

The dress, a sheer black lace, delicately hugged every curve of my body, leaving little to the imagination. Intricate patterns adorned strategic areas, like my nipples and pussy, adding a provocative touch. It was undeniably one of the most daring dresses I had ever worn. The dress shimmered with an array of stones, their authenticity unknown, strategically placed to bedazzle my breasts and intimate area. It barely grazed my knees, with a daring slit in the hem.

Damon meticulously styled my hair, securing it away from my eyes with a diamond-studded band. He accentuated my eyes with a smoky, intense makeup look and adorned my feet with high-heeled, vibrant green shoes. Black dress, fiery red hair, and green shoes - an unconventional combination. Damon returned, playfully biting my nails a vivid shade of blue, revealing his questionable sense of color and fashion. I embraced it, going with the flow.

With care, he fastened the collar around my neck, skillfully inserting the spikes on each side. As the spikes pierced my skin, he sensually licked the droplets of blood that emerged. The spikes were exquisitely crafted, enhancing the overall aesthetic. I surrendered myself to Damon's dominance, accepting my role as his submissive. It didn't bother me, except because I was not wearing any undergarments, leaving me feeling exposed.

Damon himself exuded confidence, donning a black satin shirt adorned with golden trim, sleeves rolled up, and a few buttons undone. His fingers were adorned with signet rings, and his feet were clad in black leather pants. He looked undeniably attractive. He had even placed jewelry in my ears, remnants of our wedding day.

Seated in the car, I glanced at the bustling New York nightlife surrounding us. The club, an elegant establishment with imposing black doors, was guarded by a stoic figure. It lacked a name, suggesting an air of exclusivity.

Parking near the club, Damon attached a leash to my collar. He led the way, and I obediently followed behind. I observed other couples exiting their vehicles, and the women dressed more conservatively than I did. Damon held the leash taut, the spikes pressing into my neck, eliciting a slight discomfort and causing a trickle of blood to escape from beneath the collar.

It was super arousing, and as I had learned about the bondage game with Adam, this was not too much at all. We went up the stairs to the big black doors, and Damon just said, " Salvatore," and the doors opened for us.

The dimly lit room enveloped me with its hushed atmosphere as murmured conversations reached my ears. A potent blend of blood, alcohol, and an array of perfumes and colognes mingled in the air, creating a chaotic symphony of scents.

As I walked down the short corridor, the plush carpet silenced the click of my heels while I followed behind Damon. We came to a halt in the lobby, where a collection of small bottles and glasses filled with liquid adorned the counter. Damon, still gripping onto my leash, muttered to the attendant.

Retrieving a bottle from the counter, he thrust it into my hand, commanding me, "Drink it, bitch. Now."

Tugging on my leash, the spikes on my neck grazed my skin, drawing a hint of blood.

I locked eyes with Damon, a defiant glow emanating from within me, and retorted, "I'm not thirsty." My voice held a quiet determination, an unmistakable defiance.

Damon straightened his posture, tugged on the leash once more, and in a velvety soft voice, warned, "Now baby, you better savor every drop of that drink or face the consequences. You know what I am capable of when you test my patience. Now, drink."

With a silver dagger retrieved from his pocket, he gripped my throat, pinning me against the wall, the flimsy fabric of my dress providing no protection.

"Drink it, or I'll shatter your heart once more," he threatened.

Aware of the audience that had gathered, I reveled in my role as a rebellious and disobedient companion. Damon pressed himself closer, the dagger tracing a shallow cut just below my collarbone, his tongue swiftly lapping up the blood.

Snatching the bottle from my hand, he gripped me against the wall, gradually pouring the thick, sweet liquid into my mouth, causing me to gasp and choke. Oh, how I was wet. The taste of passionfruit danced on my tongue, a tantalizing sensation.

Damon held me captive for a moment, his grip unyielding, and remarked, "Let's see if this drink tames your insolence or if I must resort to harsher measures."

Displaying a dagger stained with my blood, I noticed our audience - several couples observing Damon's actions with a mixture of curiosity and anticipation. Finally releasing me from the wall, we proceeded into a spacious hall adorned with inviting divans.

The dim lighting cast a soft glow, illuminating the room filled with hushed chatter. The air was heavy with the scent of burning things and bloodlust, a clear sign vampires occupied this space. Damon led me to a black leather divan, where he settled into a comfortable position and guided me to sit beside him.

The drink was not as potent as the one we had at our wedding, but its effects were still noticeable. I leaned back against Damon, feeling completely at ease as he casually stroked my body. Similar scenes played out on the other divans - men reclining while women sat on their laps, adorned with collars, some delicate and barely noticeable.

But none of them wore anything as stunning as my diamond-studded dress, which shimmered in the dim light, almost making me sparkle. Damon's touch was gentle yet possessive. It was the touch of a Master, exploring my body without arousing me too much. I couldn't resist him, unable to stop him from doing as he pleased.

His voice echoed in my mind, "Now, baby, look at that woman. She's a human congresswoman, tightly wound and always in control. But here, she surrenders to the power of being a pet. She trusts her vampire and willingly submits. Humans need to feel cared for, but they also crave control. It's a delicate balance of love and boundaries. Of course, they fuck as well, but control is an essential aspect. Now, I wonder if I can control you. Can you let go and forget about work, at least for a while? It might do you some good. Observe, explore, and release. You can see that many people here have to be in charge every day, and it weighs on them. But this... this helps."

I glanced lazily around the room, recognizing the familiar faces. The intoxicating drink seemed to have liberated them, allowing them to enjoy the moment fully. I wasn't sure if this would truly help me, but I could surrender to the comfort of lying here, free from any thoughts that went against Damon's desires. I could let his hand wander and stroke me, rediscovering the pleasure of the touch that I had missed since our time in England.

Other vampire men came to talk to Damon, and oh, how he enjoyed being told his wife was a flea. A big, scary, and powerful flea was lying on his lap, totally relaxed, and he was showing everyone how he controlled me. He showed me how he gave me a flank, and I lay about unconscious against him, as the first one was pretty fucking strong. I got several flanks.

It was a big show of strength from Damon as a vampire man, how he had developed different substances for me, and how I was nicely drugged and collared in his lap. The vampire men correctly told him how the flea had an ice queen reputation and would let no one touch or control her.

How the flea is always in charge, always in control of everything. Fine, I didn't care after the third fucking strong flank. I wasn't savvy enough to bother caring. But I knew there was another explanation for the flank than a mere show of force, and I suspected one of them might have been a telepath or something, and Damon was protecting my mind.

I would probably naturally fight whatever Damon was doing in my head now. I could definitely feel him there, but he was not relaxed. He was protecting me, and somehow, I sensed this club wasn't just for fun. Only Damon was watching something here.

When the men left, we stayed put, and lo-and-behold, the Original brothers were at the club, and Nick saw us.

He was walking across from Damon again like the owner of Europe and said, " Oh, Mimi. So you've learned to be Damon's little bitch now, have you? Nice collar."

I had survived my flank pretty well and was excited to attack the smug bastard. Damon grabbed my collar by the collar, pulled on it a little so that my blood smelled in the air, and then he licked my blood off himself.

Damon said in my head. "Don't, calm down, baby. Nick is testing you. He wants you to attack him so he can then do something to us again when he has a reason. Just leave it alone. This is what this does. He annoys everyone, and then whoever attacks starts fighting with him and causes a million other problems. Just leave it alone, or you'll soon get a fourth flank."

 Fine, let's calm down, then. I sighed and let my hand wander along with Damon. I took a risk and showed everyone what I was. I let my vampire side come out. My hair turned white, my nails turned black poison nails, my lips were blood red, my dress was miraculously unchanged, my eyes were like black pools, and now I opened my vampire pheromone to make this a little interesting.

Damon stiffened a little under me. Nick and Elias took a few steps back. They hadn't seen my vampire side. I knew what I was doing and got Damon to pay a little attention to what I was actually doing. I had slipped my hand inside Damon's shirt and was playing with his chest, scratching lightly.

My vampire venom wasn't doing much for Damon, other than arousing him. I could feel it. Then, I got into a slightly better position so that I could lick every drop of blood I could get out. Nick swallowed loudly, and Damon put his head back in pleasure.

He said in my head, "Then, baby, don't blame me if my self-control fails at some point. You started it. You're a damn hot vampire, by the way. You wildcat. I'm gonna tame you."

I raised my eyes and looked at my husband with extreme heat.

Now, my voice was low, but I said irresistibly, " I just want to please my Master."

 Nick and Elias were quite attentive. I looked at Damon hotly. He looked back and lifted me on top of him properly, so we started kissing. There was nothing to it as such. I wasn't even wearing any panties as he hadn't let me wear any.

He was getting in a pretty horny mood, and I could clearly feel his big, hard, thick proof in his pants. I wondered how those pants could take that kind of pressure. I rolled on top of Damon, teasing and arousing, scratching with my nails, letting my vampire pheromones be opened.

My venom was relaxing, poisoning, and it did spiced up my meals blood so I did not tell everything to Damon. I let him enjoy its effects.

We kissed long and hard. I noticed quite a few people watching us, but now I don't care. I let my teeth come out and smiled seductively. Damon opened his jeans. He lifted the hem of my dress and pushed into my pussy, hard, hot, and ready. He hauled me into him and started fucking me from below, rough and hard; only then did he turn his head to the side and let me eat.

I ate naughtily and fucked slowly and felt a wonderful thick cream of love and passion flood into me. I felt like I couldn't get enough of it at all. I still held my vampire side out and felt Damon licking the pheromones in my skin, long and hard. 

Eventually, the wonderful flooding inside me stopped, and I had eaten my fill. Damon rolled me under him and started fucking me hard, strong, and throttling me at the same time, calling me a little bitch. I let the wildcat have a good show, and Damon smiled cruelly.

Oh, I tried so hard to roll Damon under me. He continued and kept the wildcat completely under control. Everyone saw how my vampire side was held in check and how it was fucked completely powerless. How strong Damon actually was. Because I knew about 7 or 8 vampires around here who had seen me in full-on vampire mode at a couple of gigs and knew exactly how strong my vampire side was, he finally got my vampire side properly down. It went a little deeper, so it wasn't completely under the surface. I ended up lying on top of Damon, completely fucked to bits, at a vampire club, and I didn't mind.