callmeithaca:

Disclaimer: I’ve never been to a club lol

It’s a nondescript building, but Lydia can hear tons of heartbeats and other various noises of human… excitement coming from inside. For a vampire, it was too much to resist investigating.

Her hand trailed along the dark wall of the building in the alley. She could hear such strange things, and she was curious… but what if they saw her? What if she couldn’t control herself? She had human friends, she reassured herself. She’d had plenty of them over the years. She was fast, she reminded herself, and she could leave if she needed to. She could always leave. They didn’t even need to know she was there.

She’d experienced lust, of course. Lived among it every day. She’d thrown her endless well of anger and bloodlust and the inexpressible joy of taking what she wanted when she wanted into the movements of her body with others countless times. She’d spent the entirety of 1892 in Paris, living in a dream with a starving artist, slaking both her thirsts on him. She knew pleasure.

But there was an undercurrent in the talk that intrigued her. Roughness and pain. She hadn’t avoided this side of sex, but neither had she sought it out.

But tonight… she was thirsty. And she needed something she could not name.

So she went in.

You can leave, she reminded herself as she signed the papers with the rules she quickly memorized. You can leave, she reminded herself as she brushed down her skirt — lucky for her that she liked dressing the femme fatale. You can leave, she told herself as she walked in.

There was a man in the corner on a St Andrews cross being whipped across his leather-clad backside.

There was the tables and chairs where people talked amongst themselves – where someone was under one table pleasuring one of the talkers.

There were multiple private rooms from which further sounds echoed and called for her attention.

And there was the pretty blond trying not to look at Lydia. And failing. No fooling vampire eyes.

She was sitting in the lap of her partner, a tall, well-made woman with short hair. She had on very little in the way of clothing – a red chest harness that bared her small breasts and what could charitably be termed panties, but was mainly just a scrap of fabric.

There was, Lydia thought, a lot of skin to look at. A lot of places to think about touching. That was, of course, the point.

“Hi!”

She had studied the blond too long, on purpose, and now the blond was looking at her, oh god –

“Hello.”

Thank god for vampire reflexes. She could have a panic attack in half a second and appear normal in a moment.

“Where’d you get your gear? I love that corset top,” the blond said, smiling encouragingly.

“Thank you. I have it custom-made on Etsy,” Lydia said, which was true. She missed corsets, but found she liked them better now that they were no longer a societal requirement.

“It’s very pretty. The detailing… sorry, I got distracted by that. Call me Eden,” the blond said. Lydia sidled over.

The woman whose lap she sat in raised her hand and said, “I’m Atomic, one of Eden’s partners.” A straight shooter, it would seem.

“I’m, ah… you can call me…”

“It’s ok if you don’t have a scene name,” Eden said kindly.

“I didn’t figure it out for a while myself,” Atomic said, her hands absently creeping up Eden’s sides.

“So listen,” Eden looked at Lydia sharply. “You’re beautiful and I want to get to know you better and eventually have you put your hands all over me. Sound good?”

“YES,” Lydia all but blurted out. Eden had good veins, standing out stark in her skin, easy to see. She tried not to think about that, though. Not yet.

“Honey, y’mind if I get to know our new friend a little better?” Eden turned in her arms.

Atomic shrugged. “Make sure you know she’s clean first. No offense,” she said, looking at Lydia, “just looking out for Eden.”

“Of course.” She couldn’t tell them that vampires were immune, which was honestly a blessing.

And so the vampire left the BDSM club that night unslaked of any thirsts, but curious for more. She drank what she needed where she knew to find it, and rested at dawn… after thinking about Eden’s skin, and her hair, and how kind she was.

She chose the name Mina.

The next month, she went to Eden directly, who stood up from a table of others and greeted her with a hug.

They’d exchanged emails, they’d talked it over, they’d confessed attraction. They’d met for coffee, which Lydia did not drink.

She’d stopped at a bar one night to see Atomic playing the trumpet in a local band with her.

And tonight, Lydia was going to take Eden to a private room.

She tried to portray confidence. She was experienced. She was ancient. She was beautiful.

She didn’t want to hurt this lovely girl.

Well, she did. She wanted to spank her until she was red-bottomed and leave lovely bruising marks like flowers on her skin.

But she did not want to kill her.

Trust in your own strength, she told herself. Trust that you can hold back.

“Are you ready?”

“Of course,” Eden replied. “Green. You?”

“Yes.”

“Safeword?”

“Peppermint.”

“Good. On your knees.”

Lydia – Mina – walked around Eden slowly, stalking. She took a deep breath and imagined pressing her fangs into her skin.

“What have you come to me seeking, girl?”

“Punishment, my lady.”

“What is the offense?”

“I…” Eden breathed a little heavily. “Last night, I touched myself thinking about this. Thinking about what you would do, what you would wear. Thinking about the look in your eyes. Thinking about how I might please you, my lady.”

“Did you orgasm?”

“Yes,” Eden whispered.

“You stole an orgasm from me,” Mina said quietly. “You stole the orgasm I would have given you happily tonight. That does warrant punishment.”

She pulled out the nipple clamps she’d bought beforehand and attached them to Eden. She touched the chain between them gently, and then yanked. Eden let out a cry of surprise and slight pain, but her face was flushed and her eyes hot.

“Up, girl.”

Eden stood up and followed Mina to the bed.

“Brace yourself against the bed. We’ll do twenty-five.”

And finally, Mina pulled out the flogger.

She raised it –

And Lydia swum to the surface worried –

But Mina smacked it home.

Again. Again. Again. Slightly different angles, so no one part was too hurt.

Strange, how it seemed to feed something within her. Something was nourished by this, something untouched by blood.

“Stinging, girl?”

“Yes, my lady,” Eden said, gasping.

She laid the flogger aside and sat on the edge of the bed, not bothering to help Eden up. Mina parted her skirts.

“Drink your fill. I’ll have my pleasure, and yours besides.”

And she set Eden to her task.

They walked out hand in hand, Eden clutching a water bottle and Lydia some lotion.

Atomic stood up first. “How’d it go?”

“Well,” Lydia said with a slight smile.

“It was AMAZING, babe. I felt like a fuckin’ Victorian maid or something!” Eden fell into Atomic’s arms, and Atomic gave her a tender look and rubbed her shoulder when Eden winced.

Lydia was glad Atomic had thought of the lotion.

She sat down with her friends, and later, they went out to eat. Well, Lydia pushed food around. She dreamed of supping on Eden, but knew it was best not to. Knew she couldn’t.

But god, something cold and cruel in her wanted to.

And who knew how long she would hold out? She had powers at her command that would make it easy, but she daren’t, not when she cared for Eden. Not when she cared for their group, Eden’s polycule, the club, even. Affection stayed her hand.

And so she caused the little pains she did, approved, sanctioned pain, and it helped her. Lydia felt… absolved of it, in a way she hadn’t with past cruelties.

And so she continued, happily.

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This thing is a MONSTER and not quite what you asked, but it’s where the story took me.

It’s also WAY OUT OF MY KINK WHEELHOUSE so forgive me for inaccuracies! I tried™️ because this vampire… needed to do impact play

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