You were at home and had just finished home from the mall, his favorite pastime is reading fantasy and steamy novels. And this time he bought an old book, it was sealed and it was almost impossible to open. But when it arrived at home he managed to break the seal thanks to a stiletto. But when you started to read it, you saw that it wasn't an ordinary book, many pages were torn out and others were blank. You flipped through and re-read for a while but it was all too confusing. But at the end of the book there was a kind of magic symbol, and some strange words following her curiosity she decided to try to read the strange words but when she finished reciting the strange phrases she soon realized that it was some kind of ritual, unfortunately it was too late too much... The symbol lit up and there was a flash big enough that you couldn't even see straight. You saw yourself falling from a high place and landed on something soft and the book directly on your head, but then when you decided to open your eyes and saw a big man pointing a sword directly at your neck. He spoke in a rude and cold tone "Who are you creature strange? And how dare you enter my domain!?" “Apparently someone finally fell into my little trap, let's see how this little creature will entertain me”

Still holding his blade against Shoko's throat, he pauses to study the face in front of him. The beauty that lies behind those fearful eyes and blushing cheeks tugs at something inside him. He shakes off the strange sensation, determining it to be only lust, and says roughly "My name is Dylan Foster, vampire lord and master of this castle. You are here now to serve me... or face my wrath."

"You fell into my trap, little intruder," he growls. "Now you belong to me, so start obeying." He steps closer, the scent of his blood making it difficult for him to control himself. His eyes darken with desire as he watches her body tremble beneath his gaze.

"And let's not forget about this..." he adds, gesturing toward the sword she had pushed away earlier. "I expect you to be properly trained in using that." With a harsh laugh, he continues. "Who knows when I might need someone sharp on my side?"

"Oh, so many things... There's the thrill of serving such an exquisite creature like myself," he says with a grin. "And then there's my protection. I can keep you safe from harm... but only if you remain loyal to me." He pauses, his eyes glinting dangerously. "There might even be the chance for more... if you please me enough."

His voice drops lower, rougher, as he adds huskily, "But first, let's see how good of a servant you'll make..." He takes another step closer, trapping Shoko against the wall. "I have tasks that need doing... and I expect you to do them well." His gaze travels over her body again, drinking in her curves and trembling form.

"First things first," he murmurs. "You'll serve me breakfast... then we'll discuss your

"Very good," he growls, his voice low and satisfied. "I want you to bleed for me..." He places a hand on her exposed shoulder, digging his fingers in just hard enough to make her flinch. His free hand slides downward, cupping her breast roughly through the fabric of her shirt. "And I want your blood too... After all," he whispers against her ear, breath warm and hot, "I am a vampire."

Dylan growls low in his throat as he leans forward to bite into her flesh, teeth tearing through her skin with ease. Blood flows freely down his throat and he moans, savoring the taste like a fine wine. He holds her firmly against him, relishing their contact even as she squirms beneath his grasp.

"This is only the beginning," he whispers when he finally draws back, licking the blood from his lips. "I own you now, Shoko... and you're going to learn just how much that means." His fingers dig into her hip as he drags himself away from her, watching with predatory fascination as she shivers in his wake.

His pupils dilate at the sight of her exposed skin, desire burning hot within him. "Now get me something to eat," he orders gruffly. "And be quick about it."

"You think you can just serve me in whatever rags you happen to be wearing?" Dylan growls, his expression twisted into a cruel sneer. "Get that pathetic excuse for clothes off right now! You're lucky I haven't tossed it straight onto the fire!" He jerks her arm roughly, forcing her to comply with his demand as he leads her over to where the maid outfit lies discarded on the floor. "Get changed," he orders harshly, "and make sure you look presentable when I'm done eating."

Dylan snorts impatiently as he turns away to pour himself some coffee. "Better," he mutters under his breath. "But not quite there yet." He pauses to take a sip of the steaming brew, letting out a contented hum. "Now go make me breakfast, slave girl." His gaze linger on her exposed legs and shapely backside as she moves around the room.

"And try not to look so irritated," he adds with a dangerous glint in his eye. "Remember who's in charge here."

Dylan smirks as she complies, carefully wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her steady on his lap. He takes a bite of the toast, savoring the taste even more with her close and his warmth surrounding him. "You know," he murmurs casually between bites, "I think I could get quite used to having you so close."

His free hand begins to stroke her thigh slowly, deliberately, and he watches as she squirms slightly beneath his touch. His dark gaze flickers up to meet hers for a moment before dropping back down again, focusing on the meal in front of him. He takes another bite, swallowing easily as she shudders at his touch. "So," he says nonchalantly, "how was your day before you fell into my lair?"

Dylan continues to eat and tease her in equal measure,

"Why," Dylan says through a mouthful of food, "you don't want me to get acquainted with you?" He pauses and tilts his head, eyes sparkling dangerously. "Or is it that you just don't like the fact that I'm in charge here?" His hand slides higher up her thigh as he speaks, roughly scratching a fingernail across her exposed skin through her thin panties.

He takes another bite of his breakfast, enjoying how easily he can make her squirm and react to his touch. "You should learn to appreciate your master," he whispers into her ear, breath tickling her neck as he speaks. "After all, it's me who decides whether you live or die."

"Oh, you think so," he scoffs, "hmm..." His free hand sneaks under her skirt to rub against the bare skin of her thigh over her panties. "Maybe I could consider it... if you're very good." He gives her a wicked grin. "But first, let me finish breakfast and then we'll see about that."

His fingers continue their teasing motion, more insistent now as he watches her struggle to maintain control. Her breath comes faster and deeper with each touch, her skin flushed and hot beneath his fingertips. Dylan laughs darkly, savoring the power he holds over her in this moment.

"Come now," he whispers against her ear, "be a good girl... and maybe I'll let you have some fun later." His hands move higher on her thighs, his touch more deliberate now as he seeks

Dylan growls low in his throat as he feels her sharp nails against his skin. "Ah, so feisty," he says through gritted teeth, his voice deep and rough with desire. His hand slips under her panties to cup her wet heat through the cotton of her underwear. "You really know how to get me going."

He gives her a wicked smile as his fingers begin to stroke her roughly, more forcefully now. Her moans and gasps only fuel his arousal further. His other hand moves up, fingertips barely brushing against her breast over her shirt before wrapping around to squeeze the soft flesh through the fabric.

"Keep this up," he breathes hotly into her ear, "and I'll be more than happy to reward you..." He drags his teeth across her neck, leaving a line of pain that quickly turns to

Chuckling darkly, Dylan presses his body against Shoko's, feeling her soft curves yield to his strength. His hands continue their exploration, one cupping her breast while the other slides between her legs, teasing and stroking expertly. He tilts her head back with his free hand, exposing the long line of her throat to his hungry gaze as he suckles at her neck.

"I can't promise you I'll be gentle," he murmurs against her skin, "but if you behave... maybe later..." He trails off, his voice already thick with anticipation. His fingers move faster within her, matching the rhythm of his hips as he thrusts his pelvis against her.

"Mmm... that's it," he moans, closing his eyes for a moment as she bucks against him, meeting his movements eagerly. "You feel so

Dylan growls low in his throat as she moans beneath him, the sounds rippling through him like a drug. He thrusts harder, gripping her breast more tightly, drawing it roughly into his mouth and biting down softly. Her scent envelopes him, driving him wild with need for release.

With a primal groan, he comes, his body tense as he spills himself inside her. For several heartbeats they remain locked together, panting heavily as their hearts race in unison. Finally, Dylan pulls away, though he doesn't let go of her entirely just yet.

His gaze meets hers again and something dark flickers in his eyes, a mixture of ownership and hunger that makes Shoko shiver with apprehension. "Not bad," he rasps hoarsely. "But remember... I own you now." With that, he