7. Here to prove me wrong.
Satisfy your curiosity
Ocean
"Come on, sweetheart, don't be like that. Sure, you look cute as hell, but there's no need to pout like that. I didn't do anything to you, so don't act like I did. Here's a suggestion, since I keep saying the wrong things, how about you ask questions?" Octavius sinks deeper into the chair, making himself more comfortable. Of course, he expects I might have many questions, but none of them really come to my mind when he wants to answer any right now.
"Quick, think of something to distract him from the nasty things he's been talking about." I think to myself. I bite my lower lip, and my eyes widen as if a light bulb just appeared over my head. "Tell me more about yourself. I mean, you and your brother seem pretty old, is there anything you remember better than anything else? Childhood maybe? I know it's a stupid question since I don't remember my own childhood, and it wasn't that long ago, but still... It would be nice to know a little more if that's not too much to ask." The classic line of questioning seemed appropriate to the situation. If Octavius is busy remembering his past, he won't have time to think about my body and how he might use it.
"Alright, let's start with the basics. My name is Octavius Jude; I can't remember my age since it's been a while. Normally I would tell others that I'm ancient, and that's about it. The only thing I remember is that I come from a Greek family and my last name means "praised", so as a kid I always thought I was a God. My parents weren't that original in choosing my name- I was their eighth son, so they basically named me eight. About my brother- we're not related, that's obvious, but we've been companions for centuries and soon became closer than blood brothers. Darling, blood isn't as thick as people might have told you- those you meet sometimes become your true family, while people related by blood can turn their backs on you. As far as I know, Kieran has Gaelic roots. His name translates to "leader of the pack," which makes sense since he's been a warrior for as long as he can remember - even as a human, he fought. His last name, Slora, I think means black, I don't know how interesting that might be to you. You see, there are only a few details we remember about our past lives or years as vampires. Time passes, you don't have enough time to blink when some of the most important things fade away, but that's life. I hope that answer satisfied your curiosity."
My mouth forms an O, and the question flies over my lips before I understand what I am doing. Though I tried to avoid the subject, I still jump back to it to better understand the vampires. "What are your intentions, you know...? Me?"
"Now we're talking," Octavius laughs, slowly getting to his feet. The vampire moves closer to me and stands behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. "Darling, me and Kieran, we're involved in a certain rather interesting lifestyle. The reason I mentioned feelings is pretty simple - nothing, and I mean nothing, would ever happen between us unless you gave us your consent. Have you ever heard of the term BDSM?" Octavius spoke with a strange tinge of pride in his voice, which confused me even more. It should be obvious that I knew nothing of the greater things going on outside of Vladimir's nightclub, yet the vampire acted as if I knew everything or should.
Though most of his words left more questions than answers, one thing or another piqued my interest. I bit the inside of my cheek. "Wait, does that mean I have to say yes for something to happen? And no, I don't think I've ever heard anyone mention that." There was a hint of relief in my voice, hopefully, he won’t notice that.
I hear a chuckle coming from the vampire. Maybe he saw the whole conversation as a big joke? Before I can make any more assumptions, the vampire whispers in my ear. "That's right, or partially. I'd prefer you beg for it, but I'll explain the details later. To put it in simpler terms - I am dominant, and my brother is a primal dominant." Whatever his intentions were, the way he spoke somehow made the vampire sound desirable. No man had ever been so gentle, careful, or spoken to me in such an intimate way. I had to face the fact that it might be quite easy to fall in love with Octavius and ignore his true nature.
"What is this? I don’t understand your strange words," I fake a frown. At that moment, my curiosity took over any logical thinking.
"Oh, darling, this is going to be fun. In BDSM, we practice many things - the most popular being physical restraints, inflicting pain, and power play. It's not just fun or something we can enjoy on the weekends, for my brother and I it's a lifestyle. It's a variety of erotic practices - bondage, discipline, dominance, submission, sadomasochism, and other related dynamics. There is more than I could explain before you have to return to your room. First, let me explain what dominant is, and then I'll enlighten you on the difference between regular and primal dominant. You should understand that each role is often used outside the bedroom, so listen carefully; I don't like to repeat myself. A dominant is a person who takes control of someone. You, in this case, could become our submissive. I'm sure you're familiar with the term, but don't assume the worst. To get off-topic, I would add that a submissive gives up their rights, their desires, and themselves to a dominant willingly. I could call it the greatest gift, but that would be wrong - one has to earn the place and trust of the submissive before getting the luxury of being called her dominant. Now back to the explanations. You might think that a dominant man wants to control someone and get everything just his way, but that couldn't be further from the truth. As a dominant, my primary job is to fulfil your desires and ignite the excitement by inflicting pain; if that's anything to go by, we'll call it a list. My job is to teach and guide my submissive. I'm the one who helps her live out the ultimate fantasy of submission and complete loss of control." Octavius brushes his cold lips against my ear as if to make sure his following words will leave an impression on me. "If I have earned the utmost trust of my submissive, I am the one who corrupts her and has his way with her. I am the one who destroys her and rebuilds her, the only one who cares for her. I am her everything and nothing, her enslaver and saviour; her heaven and her hell."
I swallow the dry lump in my neck and avoid making any comment on the information Octavius has so freely given. Perhaps vampires had no sense of shame, but I did - my cheeks burned bright red as I blurted out the next question. "Where's your brother, anyway?"
And at that moment, as Octavius leaps on the table and his eyes light up, I know that I shouldn’t have mentioned his brother. "Right, speaking of my brother. Primal is a need to exhibit more animalistic tendencies during sex and various interactions with your partner. Think of primal play as stripping away the "civilized" aspect of our interactions with each other and relying on things like biting, scratching, wrestling, or growling to communicate - pain, pleasure, and everything in between. Primal allows a person to give in to their natural urges and explore them deeply, allowing them to act on impulse rather than learned civilized behaviour. Primal prey is generally the role taken by the submissive personality. Prey wants to be hunted, chased, and overpowered. This gives the submissive the opportunity to fully submit in a very physical and adrenaline pumping way, but only after the dominant has proven their strength, power and control over them. Primal predators or hunters, on the other hand, live for the chase - the hunt. They want to overpower and devour their prey. This gives the dominant the opportunity to explore the rawest and unfiltered aspects of their dominance to defeat their partner physically and mentally. Do you understand the difference between primal and regular dominance yet, darling? Dang, I almost forgot to tell you a little more. There's a thing he calls a takedown; it's a word used to define the part of the scene where the prey is overpowered and forced into submission. Although the prey is usually the submissive partner in the dynamic, that doesn't mean they give up the fight easily or submit throughout the interaction. Generally, the prey will fight back in a very physical and intense way - think of a cornered animal fighting for survival, but with a consenting partner. The prey ultimately deeply desires to submit, but only after it's been overpowered, and the dominant has proven his worth." As the vampire speaks, I grow a little afraid and yet excited. It's not that I’m eager to see what the brothers would do to me; it's more the curiosity rising within me. I had always thought that a relationship was all about holding hands and kissing.
Of course, I’m not naive and have a basic knowledge of sex, but I didn't expect there to be so much more than what the girls told me. At this point, as I listens to Octavius speak, I feel like the vampire is opening my eyes to a whole new, unexpected reality.
My thoughts wander to the terms he uses; such self-explanatory things are part of his everyday life, while for me they are something unheard of. Octavius and Kieran have lived long lives; both men have had plenty of time to search for their true selves, for passion and exciting things that make life more colourful. I wouldn't judge or blame them as long as the men didn't try to force that lifestyle on me. After all, if I had lived half as long as they had, I would be looking for new things just as they probably were. Living a simple and boring life must be tiring for someone who might never die.
"Have you got any more questions, darling?" Octavius snaps me out of my thoughts.
"No, I don't think so. May I go to my room? I'd like to get some sleep." Since the previous attempt to distract the vampire by mentioning his brother didn't work, I try to play the tiredness card. Sure, it's not late enough to fall asleep, but if it would get me out of this awkward situation - I'd drop on my bed like a stone.
"One advantage of being a vampire - I know when you're lying. I can see it in your eyes; there's at least one question you're dying to ask. Don't shy away from your curiosity; it's a good trait that will help you grow and explore the endless possibilities the world has to offer. When you stay with us, you shouldn't worry about the rules Vladimir imposed on you. You're in our world now, baby." Was it even possible for a vampire to stare into the soul of a human and elicit its deepest secrets? If not, I’m sure the man before me had magical abilities because he was right. But I had a question, one I was too shy to ask.
"Okay," I bite my lower lip again and averts my eyes. "I want to know what you meant when you said I was going to be the submissive, and where's your brother? I have no idea what I did, but I know he hates me. Is it because I'm human? I didn't have a choice when I was born, you know."
Perhaps both brothers had some abilities because as soon as my gaze met Octavius, the door to the room was kicked open by Kieran. "Looking for me?" The man didn't look or sound too pleased and walked past me as if I was an empty space. Then, he stopped in front of his brother and growled, "The mirror room is ready. You've had enough time to chat; it's time to get to work. I refuse to waste all day playing your damn games."
"Excuse me, I don't mean to sound rude, but what is the mirror room?"
"Typical human. Since my dear brother can't explain everything in simple words, let me do the honours. You're hurt, and this moron wants to fuck you. You're probably wondering what I have to do with it. The answer is simple: we've been railing the same women for centuries. It doesn't matter who one of us chose - we share. Everything stays in the family, and so will you. The mirror room is a simple concept- you can't join in, so we’ll provide a demonstration of the things each of us plans to do to you." Kieran doesn’t bother to look at me while he talks. How much must one hate someone to address them and avoid looking their way? Am I really that ugly and disgusting? The next moment he could turn around and show off how his eyes bleed whenever they meet mine.
Shaking off the frustration, I choose to fight back. "What if I don't want to watch?"
"What if I don't care? One of us will stay in the same room as you and make sure you watch everything while the other starts the demonstration." Kieran turns and lowers himself to my eye level as he adds: "Unlike my brother, I keep a special list for disobedient submissives." Kieran walks out of the room, leaving the sour aftertaste of his words sinking in. If I thought my life couldn't get any worse - Kieran is here to prove me wrong.