Chapter 2- Control

Verena walked into her dimly lit chambers, removing her leather bodice that was caked to her skin. The vampire dominatrix wondered about Eamon, bound in the other chamber, and had to withstand the inhuman urge to go back to him.

Verena removed her corset and hung it on the wall, a reminder of her absolute reign over Eamon. The leather bodice required peeling, as her damp skin stuck to the leather in sensual fusion. She walked over to her dresser and slipped into a white satin pajama set, enjoying the luxurious feel caressing her skin. The shiny silk did a pirouette over her hard nipples, before sliding over them and gently falling to her waist. She slid on the matching pants, watching as the slight shine of her pajamas caused the light to coruscate on the marble floor. She drew her eyes to the top of her dresser and an ebony case. She drew out a slender cigarette and lit it with deep concentration.

Puffing smoke slowly from rosy lips, Verena walked to her desk in one corner of the chamber – only then did she release any emotion by amending herself tightly around its edges in discerning assurance that made Eamon’s spirit quiver under his mask of submission on the other side of the castle. The wondered was like ambrosial nectar for Verena as she savored each second while holding an intricately cut goblet full of bloody wine against paper-like pale hands like they were pieces on some sort of chessboard – whichever move had been made before couldn’t be changed or taken back now… She sipped silently from the drink allowing its divine aftertaste to coat every inch between hummed pleasure notes – purposely letting all previous thoughts evaporate until there remained nothing except this one moment when everything became clear: No matter what happened next tonight; domination at all times comes down to power being held within those who can make things happen no matter how cruel or harsh… One thing was certain however, Eamon would remain hers by his own choice, never by hers. This was a new challenge for Verena, and she considered the implications as she exhaled another long cloud of smoke from her cigarette, gingerly pushing the wrinkles out of the satin pajamas that so delicately hugged her body.

Verena’s mind was racing with different scenarios, each one more tantalizing than the last. She knew she wanted to take further control of Eamon, to dominate him in methods he couldn’t even imagine. Her body was aflame with desire as she wondered about how she could make him beg for her touch.

But Verena wasn’t one to rush into things without careful consideration. She took a long drag from her cigarette and let the smoke escape from her lips as she contemplated her next move. She knew that Eamon wasn’t the type to withstand her advances and he would soon be begging for her to resume control.

Verena flicked the ashes from her cigarette into a nearby ashtray and rose from her seat. She walked over to the window and looked out at the moonlit landscape below. It was a breathtaking sight, but it paled in comparison to the fire that burned within her.

She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t afraid to go after it. Verena turned away from the window, the satin pajamas clinging to her curves as she walked toward the door. She opened it slowly and stepped out into the hallway, squinting into the narrow corridor that was only lit by the few candles scattered on end tables outside of her room.

She slowly started to walk down the hallway, admiring the intricately carved details in each stone pillar and marble floor tile as she walked. She could feel strange electricity emanating from her body as she wondered about what was in store for Eamon when she returned.

Verena smiled slightly as a wave of anticipation ran through her veins. She felt so alive, so powerful – capable of anything now that he had submitted to her will. As Verena continued to wander around the castle corridors lost deep in wondered, it wasn’t long until the route of Eamon’s surrender was clear: submission must be rewarded with pure domination if they were both gonna attain true bliss together…

She ventured out into the small courtyard; green and red bushes filled the area. A small fountain of the Voivod stood in the yard, water spilling from his raised sword before disappearing into the bed of rocks below. She leaned her head back to look at the cloudless night sky, hearing a thunderous crack as her neck snapped with the change in posture. The brisk air tickled her skin, causing the silky pajamas to ripple with the slight breeze as it chilled her fiery skin. Her crimson hair stood in contrast to the satin, glowing red against the bright white that now covered her.

Verena continued to the end of a narrow outcropping that jutted into the lake below. The fog hovered in place, creating low-lying clouds over the waters, feeding its way around rocks protruding from hypothermia’s very grasp. Shards of castle wall that once stood together now lay crumbled; a sign of past conflict – with whom? When? Who knows…

She leaned against one such “ruin”, pure white contrasted by volcanic red hair as she softly felt her lips with her delicate fingers. Eamon was devoted to her – what would he do if that devotion were at risk? Verena wondered to herself as she scraped some debris away from the crumbled wall before tossing it into the black lake that lay still in front of her. Verena’s eyes brightened behind the steamy breath rolling from between her darkened pink lips soaked by wine and the taste of her cigarette.

She took a long drag from the cigarette, the smoke spiraling from her lips as she savored the flavor. Her mind was consumed with thoughts of how she would reward Eamon for his unquestioning submission. She toyed with the idea of making him beg for her, to kneel before her until he was shaking with desire. Verena knew that she had the power to make him do anything that she wanted. She was the master of this world, and Eamon was just a toy for her amusement.

A twisted smile spread across her lips as she imagined herself taking control of him completely. She would revel in his desperation, using his body to fulfill her every whim until he was nothing but a whimpering mess at her feet. Verena could feel a familiar heat stirring within her, a lustful hunger that demanded satisfaction.

Then she imagined him, on his hands and knees, head bowed, with his tongue tickling her soft, pale feet. She could feel herself becoming wet between her legs, her nipples hardening inside her silk, her breathing growing thick and heavy as she continued to picture Eamon kneeling before her, worshiping her beauty, begging for a chance to taste her. He would not be allowed though. Not yet. Her feet needed attention, and they would get it much to the chagrin of both Eamon and Verena.

Without warning, Verena threw her cigarette into the lake below and climbed back up onto the solid ground. She walked slowly back toward the castle, each step filled with purpose and determination. As she entered the foyer of the castle, Verena could hear the faint sound of his whimpering voice drifting up from his quarters.

Verena’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she stood on the threshold of the staircase, her footfalls echoing loudly through the empty halls and she tapped her foot against the stone. She knew that Eamon was still bound and waiting for her, eagerly anticipating her return. And Verena was more than ready to give him what he wanted – and so much more.

Instead of going down the stairs to the helplessly bound Eamon, patiently waiting for her return, she ascended to her room. He would not get to see her vulnerable in soft silks, not yet. She donned a leather bodysuit, nothing showing but her gorgeous face, her soft and delicate hands, and her perfect feet. She hastily ran back down from her chamber, returning to the spot of her indecision mere moments before.

“Are you ready for me?” Verena purred.

As she reached the top of the staircase, Verena could hear Eamon struggling against his bindings. His soft moans grew louder as he heard her approaching. Without another moment’s hesitation, Verena lurched down the stairs. She prowled over to her captive and stood over his trembling body, her brown-leather-clad body hovering above his bulging, blood-engorged cock.

She was stunning.

Verena took a step closer to him, almost floating over his shaking body. Her face was angled just inches above his awaiting mouth, her wet lips still stained with wine. She looked down at him, her lips parted and her sky-blue eyes filled with lust. He leaned closer, using all his might to attempt to lock lips with his temptress. Without saying a word, she reached down, tenderly wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock, and gave his lips a deep, soulful kiss.

Eamon moaned even louder as her lips touched his sensitive skin, his eyes falling closed as he reveled in the sensation of her touch. He could taste the wine and cigarettes on her lips as they pressed against his. He could also taste something else, a metallic, coppery, taste that forced his mind to run wild with fear. His senses were overwhelmed as he became controlled by a powerful need, the desire to worship the woman that stood over him and make her cum repeatedly.

Without warning, Eamon thrust his hips upward, seeking more of her touch. He needed her warmth and her touch more than ever, and this time he wasn’t gonna be denied. Verena stepped back, her hand never leaving his cock. She could see his desperation, his need to feel her. And it was as clear as day that her dominance was becoming more complete with each passing moment.

She let go of his penis, leaving him to continue his pointless thrusting. She then climbed onto him, her leather ass sticking to his damp midsection, caked in pre-cum and sweat. She slid gently across his abdomen, feeling his throbbing cock helplessly rub against the leather bodysuit right above her ass. She calmly placed her pale feet on his face.

“Do they smell good?” Verena questioned, leaning further back against his hard penis while expelling a moan.

“Yes goddess,” Eamon whimpered, his nostrils tickling her feet as air rushed between her toes with his deep inhale.

“You won’t be leaving this chamber for some time pet.” She said plainly, feeling the slight tension in her subject’s body the moment that the words escaped from her lips. “It’s only fair that I let you taste what lies outside of your new home. I made sure to get all of the castle underfoot, just as you are, before returning to you now. Go on, taste my home.”

He whimpered quietly but knew better than to question what was required of him now. This woman was a predator, he was sure of that. But he was also her pet, so he would do as she ordered. Her soft feet moved up to his face, stroking the stubble that was now beginning to form on his cheeks, making him squirm. With the tips of the toes that she was using to stroke him, Verena could feel the heat of his breath as he let out a final exhale before thrusting his tongue into the arch of her foot.

He could taste the salt of her sweaty feet as he caressed her arches with his tongue. He felt almost helpless, compelled by her magical powers to lick her feet until she was completely satisfied. The dirt and dust of the cobblestone floors caked his tongue, drying his mouth and making each lick sandier than the last. Without a moment’s warning, she pulled her feet away, swinging her head close to his and allowing her vermillion hair to tickle his bare chest and neck. She looked at him, as he quivered, afraid that he had messed up. Without saying anything, however, she shoved a pair of fingers in his mouth, scissoring it open as she locked eyes with him. After a few moments in this awkward position, she spit in his now agape maw. He swashed it around, allowing it to moisten his drying-out mouth. She spit again and again, before he knew it his mouth was filled with the taste of wine, blood, and the cigarettes that Verena seemed so fond of.

“Shall we continue?” She questioned, giving him a peck on the forehead before spinning her body around, and shoving her feet back into his face.

His now moistened tongue did a much better job, caressing the soles of her feet this time. The soft and wrinkly feet of his vampire queen were more pleasing than he ever imagined. The very taste made the pre-cum continue to leak from his throbbing cock, the same cock she seemed so content to ignore. But this is what she wanted, and what she wanted would at all times be what Eamon wanted as well.

The pair stayed in this position for hours, her teasing his cock any time she felt his licking ebb below the passion it started with. The moment that his peak arousal returned; the licking would renew in great force. He sucked on her toes gingerly, cleaning all the sweat and perfection that had gathered on them during her day’s exploits. Each toe got the generous attention that it deserved, and as a reward, Eamon realized that she stayed. She was still in the room. As long as he kept being the servant she needed, then perhaps Eamon could keep her with him forever. Perhaps he could prove his worth. Perhaps she would even grow to love him.

I really hope you guys like part 2 of my Novella Verena: Goddess of Wallachia. This section shows some of the inner dialogues of our Femdom Vampire and they reflect some of the feelings/deliberations any sane dominant has about a submissive. BDSM can bring some conflicting but very sexy emotions, which I try to capture in my work. Hoping to get some more feedback and looking to publish soon 😊

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