Vampire Week at #theBondageClub [mmf, domination, vampire]

Sadly heartbroken, the young and beautiful Brandy is determined to begin her third year of college with a fresh start. When she learns that her own University of Toronto has a bondage club, she excitedly signs up but is a little surprised by some of their rules, such as only meeting after dark. After a week of steamy chats with their hunky, yet mysterious student coordinator Andrew, she trusts him enough to meet up and even agrees to come alone. But when she arrives there's a dark stranger that she hadn't counted on meeting and after being tied down, the boys reveal a terrifying secret about themselves. Nearly as frightened as she is aroused, will Brandy trust her kind master more than the hot, fearful blood beating in her heart? More importantly, will she ever make it out of this bondage den in one piece?

This story is 6500 words long and features consensual bondage and dominance between three participants. Inside you'll find a searingly hot vampire MMF threeway, blood drinking, spanking, bondage, dominance, fear play, submission, a shy girl being tied down with restraints and the budding romance between a master and his submissive.
 

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Brandy nodded frantically, her hips practically dancing in an attempt to get away from the sting of the ruler. The next thing she felt, however, was the soothing touch of her new master’s chill hand upon her sweltering backside. It was calming and cool as he stroked her reassuringly. She didn’t dare peek around to see him, but his voice was kind and soft as he spoke. 

“Good girl Brandy,” he cooed in her ear, “you’ve done so well.”

A warm, contented feeling filled her body and danced upon her aching skin. His words were so good to hear, but she couldn’t help but smile as she hatched the next part of her plan.

“B-but you’re wrong,” she nervously spoke, her lungs heaving for air, “I’ve been such a bad girl…”

Surprised by this turn of events, Andrew played along with the novice girl. “Oh? Are you certain?”

“Y-yes, I am,” she turned and met his gaze, her eyes fiery and lustful. “I’ve been playing with the clothespins…on my own…”

Andrew smiled. Through their previous conversations, he said that he’d let her decide what she was comfortable trying while he got used to what she could handle.

“I see. Those are for extra bad girls.”

“I know.” She closed her eyes and vigorously nodded her head, her pulse thundering in her veins.

With soft, caring hands, Andrew played with the clasps of her bright pink bra just long enough for it to fall softly to the floor. The cool air of the room rushed to kiss and tease at her milky exposed bust, causing her nipples to stand up even more than they were. When Andrew clamped the first clothespin upon her nipple, a slight sear of pain flickered along her, radiating outward. The second was dulled only by the growing ache of the first. When she’d tried this earlier in the week it hurt far worse than it did with Andrew – he’d probably loosened them somewhat.

She heard a distant clatter of soft metal and soon realized that Thomas was standing beside the low bench-like table where Andrew was punishing her. His face was a blank of emotion, and she could only watch half in horror and fascination as he cinched her wrists to either edge of the wooden table with expert speed.

He looked like he was going to smile, but the only thing that he did was flash her a toothy grin. From this angle, it almost looked like his predatory smile had fangs.

Like it or not, she wasn’t going anywhere. She figured that it was a test as he kept looking at her, but the rebellious girl would never give him the satisfaction of hearing her say the safeword. Brandy hung her head low and rode through the sweltering pain and focused upon the snug coolness of the leather around her wrists.

“So,” Thomas smugly turned to Andrew, “do we reveal our little surprise now or later? She’s definitely not going anywhere.”

A slight pang of fear began to creep along her flesh. She’d admitted to Andrew that she was quite interested in fear play, but even this was a little extreme.

“W-what are you…?” she attempted to ask before being cut off by the sneering Thomas.

“I’m asking your prince charming if we should bite you now or later.”

“Oh…okay. Honestly, I-I-I don’t really like that sort of thing,” she stammered a reply.

Thomas slowly leaned down to look at her square in the eye, his words as subtle as a venomous blade.

“Well then, that’s just too bad isn’t it?” as he smiled, he revealed terrible fanged grin that no human would ever be capable of. His sharp incisors looked fake, but even if they were, this was quickly going well beyond what they’d discussed.

The poor girl began to panic. Brandy tried to shriek in fear, but Thomas’ hand was clamped over her mouth faster than she could even blink. 

Numb with fear, she couldn’t even hear what he was saying but she soon realized that those teeth moved too organically, too well, and definitely weren’t plastic. Her mind faltered at the possibilities as she was slicked in a fearful, icy sweat. The room suddenly seemed much colder and darker than it was before...