Vampyre Blue by Davena Slade Nicolaou

good job I’m not fussy.' She said back cheekily.
     
    Daen led her through into the dining room, the parlour, the lounge, reception room, snooker room, bathrooms, gym, steam room, pool, sauna, spa, then up the main stairs to the first floor. This floor had more reception rooms, bedrooms, bathrooms, spa areas, and more stairs to another floor. The second floor was apparently his floor. It was a very big, very confusing tour. He ended with his bedroom suit.
    'This is my room,' He purred and added with a devilish smile, 'Where the magic happens.'
    'I’m not that kind of girl.' She shot him a wink, 'And anyway, my stomach’s growling and you’ve got a whole host of kitchen staff ready to feed us!'
    'Quick before you bite me again!' Daen smiled and stared straight into her eyes, then he led her to dinner like a perfect gentleman.
    *
    After Daen had shown Blue around his expansive home he took her for dinner. The caterers had outdone themselves, an avocado mouse and shrimp for starters, a rare fillet steak for the main with truffle sauce and small bite size vegetables. They were both full and couldn’t possibly eat another morsel. Blue was surprised she’d managed to eat real food, since she’d bitten Daen she’d been back on solids, she had eaten more than just blood.
     
    Daen led Blue to the lounge.
    'Have you always lived here?' Blue said as she sat down on a huge sofa.
    'In England I have always lived in this house, yes. Although I have travelled extensively. Have you forgotten everything we talked about the other night?'
    'We didn’t talk that much.' Blue smiled,
    'There is that.'
    Daen sat down next to Blue on the luxurious sofa,
    'That was a beautiful meal, thank you so much for spoiling me.' She looked into his eyes and smiled an appreciative smile as she relaxed further into the sofa.
    Daen got close to her and they entwined together. Talking about the relatively close past for Daen, and the lengthy past for Blue. About her dreams, ambitions and childhood.
     
    Blue felt entirely at ease with Daen, she told him about her parents and about boarding school, about her friends helping her through her teens. He told her of his youth growing up in Tuscany, gathering crops for his father. Being home schooled and then going off to join the army.
     
    His stories enthralled and amused her because they were so exotic and so fascinating, it were as if he were talking of another time. They drank more wine and talked of more seductive topics, the conversation diving to the depths of favourite sexual positions and fantasies.
     
    Daen was entirely and positively excited having heard Blue’s taste for the slightly more erotic, so he decided to show her his fetish collection. Now, anyone else would have been a little worried, possibly even scared, but seen as Blue made this stuff for a living she was more keen than Daen. He led her to his bedroom, opened his walk in wardrobe and before her eyes were laid Corsets, Full Catsuits of Latex, Gags, Whips, Restraints, Dresses of rubber, Shoes to die for (and possibly in, they were that high).
    'What’s all this?' Blue asked him.
    'Well,' Said Daen, 'I took the liberty of getting your size, it is supposed to be the best fetish gear you can buy.'
    'I know! I made it!' Beamed Blue and added, 'This stuff is a fortune!'
    'A mere drop in the Ocean , if you can persuade your beautiful lady friend to model it for you.' He flashed her his dazzling smile. 'So what do you say?'
    'Oh so excited!' She exclaimed as she literally ran into the walk in wardrobe.
    She came out in a full length red dress, with a spilt up one side, gloves past her elbows, she looked edible.
    'You look gorgeous!' Daen held her gloved hands and kissed them, he then knelt before her.
    'What is your command my Mistress?'
    Blue smiled, she made this stuff for a living but she'd never been in the position of having a ludicrously rich, ludicrously handsome man at her feet begging for her to do as she pleased with him.
    'You