Darkness Chapter 13: Unexpected

**Vincent**

I glance over at the woman sitting nearby, Nelly. "Sorry, Nelly, but when we get back, you'll need to change and meet me in my room."

"Uhh, okay. I need to grab some food first," she replies.

"I'll have it sent up right away," I assure her.

"What should I wear?" she asks.

"Something a little more...revealing," I say, feeling a bit flustered. I need to keep my focus, but it's getting harder with her around.

"Shows more skin," she clarifies.

"Yes, I'm sorry," I mumble, feeling a bit guilty.

She just shrugs and says, "I'm good, Vincent. I can handle it." And with that, we arrive at the house and I help her out, still trying to wrap my head around the mess I've gotten myself into.

**Nelly**

I stride confidently to my room, eager to freshen up after a long day. A quick shower and a touch of makeup later, I find myself standing in front of my closet, contemplating my outfit for the evening. Suddenly, a knock interrupts my thoughts.

"Come in," I call out, emerging from the closet, draped in a towel. To my surprise, it's Vincent at the door, looking a bit flustered.

"I...I..." he stammers, clearly caught off guard.

"Just leave it on the bed, please. I'll be ready in a jiffy," I assure him. As he sets down the tray he brought, I can't help but notice how dashing he looks in his sleek black suit. Time for new panties, I think to myself.

"That's fine," he says before making a quick exit. Ah, the joys of unexpected encounters, but I do love the effect I have on him. He's fun to fuck with.

**VIncent**

I got ready and as I was coming out of my room, I saw Carrie, who was Victor’s pet, bringing up Nelly’s dinner. “I'll take it to her.”

Carrie nods, “Yes, sir.”

When I went into her room and she came out in that towel, all I wanted to do was rip the towel from her and fuck her over the bed. Damn, what is she doing to me!  I went to wait for her in my room, and I had to go release my hard-on too. Damn this woman! I have not felt close to this since…well, even with my wife and my last relationship before I became a lab rat, I didn't feel this strongly.

When I came back into the room, she was sitting on my bed wearing a barely there dress. FUCK ME!!! My cock was back at attention again. Damnit! I tried to press it down as I sat on the couch on the opposite side of the room and explained to her what was expected. 

"When we arrive, you will walk in together. Keep your eyes down or on me. Speak only when spoken to. During the council meeting, you will sit on my lap."

"Why?" she asks.

"It's about control. It's difficult to explain. Just trust me and follow my instructions. These meetings can be lengthy, and I may need to feed on you discreetly. If I squeeze your hip, turn your neck to the side for me to feed. If you need to use the restroom, tap my wrist, and Brandon will escort you. Return quietly. Understand?"

"Yes. Do I need to address you in a certain way?" she asks.

I hesitate, not wanting to force her to call me a specific title. "Yes... Master." If and when she calls me Master, I want her to do so willingly, not because some arcane rule demands it. The more I remember of my past, the more I hate it.

Nelly rolls her eyes, "Oh, great. Am I going to want to hurt someone?"

I nod, "Possibly. Please, just cooperate."

"I'll do my best," Nelly says.

"Thank you. Ready? The meeting is about to begin."