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“You know, I’m really annoyed that I have to do this.”
A sigh escapes the pale vampire’s lips as his elegant fingers slowly removed the bat-shaped pin holding his cravat in place.
“But you came here so unprepared.”
Placing the pin on his desk, Vesper let his hands move to his vest. Each hand deftly snapped open the clasps on the front, until he could smoothly slide it off his shoulders.
“I guess I have to do everything myself around here,” he added, his hands now moving to the collar of his shirt. Moving around his neck, he raised the collar and began working on his cravat, beginning by unfurling the top loop. Vesper’s slender fingers easily manipulated the silk, unravelling the material which had hugged his neck all day. Once the knot was free, he grasped one end and pulled, the fabric whispering against his shirt as it came free. With the other hand he flicked open his top button, exposing his Adam’s apple and giving a small sigh of relief. His eyes found you, and a hint of a smirk crinkled his lips.
“Oh, don’t get too excited,” he warned. He found the end of the cravat, shaking it out a little before extending one sharp nail. With his gaze locked on yours he ran the nail down the material, shearing it in two with barely a whisper. With both pieces in his hands, Vesper moved forward, and you shuffled back on the bed you were sitting on as he placed one knee on the mattress to lean over you.
“Arms up,” he encouraged, and when you hesitated he made a small, dark noise in the back of his throat. “Arms. up. I won’t ask you again.”
Obeying, you raised your arms above your head, and watched as Vesper took one strip of the cravat material and looped it around your wrists. His cold touch found your skin as he arranged one wrist over the other, and you held back a shudder, before he knotted the fabric and pulled it tight with one fast tug. It didn’t hurt, but it was tight enough that you couldn’t shift your wrists an inch.
“That’s good,” Vesper encouraged softly, and you felt a shiver run down your spine at the quiet praise. The vampire’s face was the picture of concentration as he doubled the knot and made sure it was exactly how he wanted it. Then his eyes found yours, and that ghost of a smile returned. “Just one more thing,” he said. One hand traced down from your wrist to your shoulder, then up the side of your neck. It felt like mist against your skin, and raised goosebumps in its wake. Gently, Vesper brushed aside a few strands of hair that had fallen to your face. Then he brought up the other piece of the cravat, and with his instruction managed to get it across your eyes and tied at the back of your head. From underneath it, you could see only black.
“You said you wanted me to be your teacher,” Vesper’s voice came, and you felt him shift down your body, his hand trailing your neck, your chest, your stomach… “So, let’s begin the lesson.”
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By the time Vesper was done with you, your legs were shaking and sweat had soaked the temples of the makeshift blindfold. There were marks on your wrists where you had twisted and squirmed, the fabric rubbing against your skin. You felt the vampire unlatch himself from your inner thigh where he had been taking a last drink of your blood. His wet tongue lapped over the wound almost apologetically, soaking it in the special chemicals of his saliva that would aid with healing. Deftly he reached up and pulled the blindfold down, and you blinked into the candlelight. After all Vesper had done that evening it wasn’t just your blood that coated his face, and you felt your cheeks burn hotly with embarrassment, but the man didn’t seem to notice.
“Very good,” Vesper praised as he reached up and with a soft ‘snick’ sliced through the fabric holding your wrists bound. He climbed off the bed, and found a handkerchief on his desk with which to wipe his face. “You’re a quick learner.”
Still struggling with the weakness in your limbs, you managed to sit up, and then get your clothes back into some semblance of order. Just as you finished Vesper came back over to you, his fingertip finding your chin to lead you to stand, before he moved in close, his nose brushing against another healing bite wound on your neck.
“Hmm, I should be more careful,” he said, his breath ghosting across the bruised skin. “You’ll have to wear a hood.” You swallowed and gave a brief nod. “You’d better go,” Vesper said, even as one hand found yours, his pinky finger entwining yours for a brief squeeze. “Before the others wake up.”
A few moments of hesitation longer, and with a deep breath the vampire seemed to bring himself to move away from you, leaning his hips against his desk and folding his arms. You had opened his chamber door and were on the threshold to the hallway outside when he spoke up once again.
“For the curriculum I have planned, we’d better have a lesson every evening.” His words were business-like, but the twinkle in his grey eyes spoke to a less innocent intention. “And next time, come prepared.”
You felt the path of his eyes tracing down your body lingering long after you left.