WARNINGS: Explicit Sex (M/F) (Nick/Natalie), mention of but no actual B&D,
mention of an adult novelty item. 

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copyright infringement is intended. 

This story is the result of an story Monique Kraft wrote during and IRC
session in the #N&NNUTS. In hers, Nick and Nat were in an adult novelty
store and Nat was having quite a bit of fun, at Nick's expense. When I
read it this just popped into my mind. 

I hope you enjoy it. 



Heart's Slave (1/2)
By Nightlady
© 2000

Nick lay on the floor of the adult store, feigning unconsciousness. Nat
had obviously forgotten that his hearing was better than that of mortals.
He'd heard her enlisting the salesclerk's help in 'playing a trick' on him
and he decided to play along. He was curious as to just how far and how
aggressive Nat might be.

As he lay there, he decided that it might be fun to she how she would react
to a little trick played on her. "What's good for the goose..." Nick
thought, being certain to stay very still.

Pretending to moan, Nick 'regained' consciousness. 

"Nat? What happened?" He said, in a weak voice. 

Nat looked at him and regretted giving into her urge to try and embarrass
Nick.
"Um, you must have slipped on something." She said, not wanting to admit
what had occurred. Knowing that a mere fall couldn't do any real damage to
Nick, she did hope that it might have given him a mild case of permanent
amnesia.

"So, would you like that last item?" The salesclerk asked, brightly.

"No, I've changed my mind." Nat said, as Nick stood up. Grabbing his arm,
she pulled him toward the entrance. "Come on, Nick. Let's leave." 

Nick smiled inwardly as he allowed her to lead him from the store.

(Three days later)

Nick stood by a window and watched as Nat parked her car. Hearing the soft
thump of the downstairs door as it closed, he smiled and finished his
preparations. Turning off the other lights in the loft, he lighted several
tall sconces he'd arranged around a wooden frame like object in the center
of the room. 

Nat parked her car outside the loft and headed into the building. Nick had
phoned and invited her over saying he has something he'd like to show her. 
As the lift halted, she pulled open the door, stepping into the living area
and froze. 

The loft was in near darkness; the only light coming from the flickering
flames that burned in the fireplace and several torches. The sofa and
chairs had been pushed to one side and in front of her was something that
looked like a medieval torture apparatus.

"Nick?" She called softly, wondering just what going on.

"Ah, Nat. You're here." Nick said from just behind her, causing her to
jump several inches. 

"What...what is THAT?" Nat asked. 'And do I REALLY WANT to know?' She
thought.

"Why, Nat. I thought you must have ordered it. It arrived late this
afternoon from that store we were at the other night." Nick said. "Oh,
and they sent those along, too." Nick indicated a variety of items, most
of which Nat couldn't guess and didn't want to know the use for.

"Nick, I didn't order anything like this. Why would you think I did?" She
asked, looking over her shoulder at him. She had a sinking feeling that
he'd remembered what had occurred at the adult store they'd been at. His
next words confirmed her suspicion.

"Well, you did tell the salesclerk there that I was your slave?" Nick
replied. "And you certainly did seem fascinated with those, 'rings'."
Nick fought back a laugh as he watched Nat turn several shades of red. "I
have to admit it's a bit kinky, but trust me I've seen far kinkier things
over the centuries." 

Nat closed her eyes briefly not wanting to even try to picture anything
kinkier than the object in the center of the loft. When she opened them
again, Nick had moved to stand in front of her. She caught her breath as
she realized that Nick was wearing a robe and, from what she could tell,
very little else. While a part of her was embarrassed that he'd remembered
any of what had happened in the store, another part of her couldn't help
but wonder just what was under that robe.

Nick walked toward the wooden structure. "I went ahead and 'got dressed',"
he gave her a knowing smile, " I think your outfit is over there." He
pointed to a shopping bag on the table. 

Nat carefully walked over and examined the bag's contents. In it she found
a black leather, demicup bustier that laced up the front, black fishnet
stockings and a pair of knee high boots with platform soles that were at
least two inches thick and what looked to be approximately six-inch
stiletto heels.

"I, um, I think I'll be more comfortable in what I've got on now." Nat
stuttered. 

Nick walked over to her. "Are you sure, Nat?" He asked in a seductive
voice, as he lightly caressed her face. 

"Um, well.." Nat said, blushing. She blushed even more when Nick removed
the robe he had on.

"I did get dressed for you." Nick said. 

Nat managed, somehow, to keep her jaw from dropping somewhere around her
knees.

Nick stood before her wearing a black leather vest, fastened by chains
across the front, and a very small, black leather thong. The front of it
barely covered his manhood.

She also noted that said manhood was semi-erect. She also noted that, like
the porcelain penis she'd pretended to admire in the store, Nick's could be
classified as overly large. 

Nat felt a quiver of excitement run through her. She glanced again at the
bag. "I'll only be a minute." She said, taking the bag and heading for
the bathroom. 

Nick watched her go his mind racing. He hadn't really expected this. He'd
figured that Nat would realize that he was teasing her about the incident
in the store and they would share a laugh. That she might actually take
him up and put on the scanty, suggestive outfit had never occurred to him.
A slow smile spread across his face. He certainly wasn't going to dissuade
her. Even if she took him up and actually employed some of the various
items arrayed on the table by the frame, he wouldn't suffer any permanent
harm. Nick did hope, however, that she wouldn't decide to try anything too
painful.

Nat changed into the outfit from the bag and glanced at her self in the
mirror. The image that looked back at her made her turn beet red. The
bustier pushed up her breasts, deepening her cleavage, yet barely covered
her nipples. The lacing accentuated her narrow waist and the soft curve of
her hips. The lower part of the garment left nothing to the imagination as
the garters framed the curly thatch of her pubic hair and the boots made
her legs look twice as long as they were. 

"Oh, my, Lambert. You make quite the dom." Nat giggled. She swayed
slightly as she turned to go back into the other room. The boots were not
easy to walk in.

Taking a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door. 

End Part 1


Heart's Slave (2/2)


Nick turned, from where he was looking over the other items, and felt both
his manhood and his beast rise. He could feel his body tremble with desire
as he watched Nat slowly, walk toward him. He could hear her heart beating
rapidly as she watched his face for his reaction. Nick resisted the urge
to grab her, remembering the role he'd planned to play. Instead, he knelt
before her, looking at the floor. "What does my mistress wish to do to
me?" He asked. 

Nat stopped. "What? Nick?" Downcast eyes were not what she'd expected.
She wasn't sure she liked this meek submissive Nick. 'She wishes to touch
you and have you touch her. She wishes to have you make love to her.' She
thought. 


Nick reached up and grabbed an item off the table. Giving it a glance he
continued. "Do you wish to tie me to the torture frame and use these on
me?" He asked.

Nat looked at the pieces of metal in his hand. "No! I'm not even sure how
you would use those, those, whatever they are." She said.

Nick stifled another laugh. "But Mistress, am I not your slave? " He
asked. 

Nat suddenly felt tears spring to her eyes. She didn't want Nick as some
sort of a slave. The Nick she loved was strong, not weak. He exuded
confidence and power and she always felt safe and secure in his presence. 

"No." She said in a soft voice. 

"But that's what you told the salesclerk. That I was your slave." Nick
said, before the tone of her voice registered.

He looked up and saw tears sparkling in Nat's eyes. Abandoning his act he
stood. "Nat?" 

"Nick, I'm sorry I did that. It's just that you were acting so prissy in
that store, I wanted to, I guess, try and shock you a bit." Nat said, her
voice cracking. "I've never wanted you to be anything but what you are. A
good man that I admire, respect and love." She added, her voice cracking
on the last word. Feeling overwhelmed by shame and embarrassment, Nat
turned to flee, forgetting she was wearing boots more akin to stilts than
shoes. She cried out in surprise as her foot slipped and she felt herself
start to fall. 

Nick moved with near vampiric speed, Nick caught Nat in his arms before she
could fall. He could feel her trembling and could tell by her ragged
breathing that she was crying. "Nat? Are you okay? Did you hurt your
ankle? " He worriedly inquired. 

She managed to mumble that she wasn't hurt as she fought for control of her
emotions. 

Nick wrapped his arms more tightly around her, turning her to face him and
pulling her head against his chest. "I'm the one sorry, Nat. I didn't
mean to upset you." He told her, stroking her hair. He couldn't help but
notice how much of her bare skin was in contact with his. The warmth of
her caused him to harden more and he struggled to keep his fangs from
descending. He could feel some of the tension ebb from her body.

Nat let her tears fall as Nick's arms closed around her. She could hear
the concern in his voice as he comforted her. Calming, she relaxed into
his strong, but gentle embrace. 

He softly rubbed his cheek against the silky softness of her hair before he
whispered against her ear, "But, you do look extremely lovely in that
outfit." 

Nat looked up, and managed a small smile. "You look pretty nice in that,
too." She said. 

For a moment neither moved, then Nick slowly lowered his lips to hers. His
tongue probed gently and found no resistance as Nat sighed and gave herself
to the kiss. 

Nick deepened it and slid his hand slowly down her back to the naked
roundness of her butt. He felt Nat shiver slightly as he caressed her
cheeks and squeezed them gently. It was his turn to gasp as he felt Nat
snap the thin string holding on the thong and grasp him in her hand. He
felt his fangs drop and knew that his eyes were now blazing gold in color.

With a soft growl, Nick moved his lips from hers, kissing his way down her
neck. The sweet scent of her blood, so near the surface, fueled his need
for her. He could hear Nat panting with desire and, as he reached his hand
forward slightly to lightly touch the curly mass between her legs, felt the
warm moistness that seeped from between her thighs. He knew that he had to
have her, to possess her. He needed to feel her damp moistness surrounding
his throbbing staff and to taste the nectar that flowed in her veins.

Sweeping her into his arms, he carried her over to the sofa, laying her on
it. He covered her body with his own, he continued kissing her. He
ravished her mouth with his before again moving his hungry lips down the
slim column of her neck and then along the exposed tops of her breasts. He
paused only to undo the lacing of the bustier and free her breasts.
Eagerly, he took one into his mouth and began to suck greedily on the
nipple while his hand kneaded and caressed her other breast. 

Nat moaned aloud as waves of pleasure rushed through her. Nick's cool lips
traced a trail of pleasure across her skin. His kisses set fiery lust and
need racing along her nerves. When he nudged her legs apart with his knee,
she eagerly complied.

"Nick, please, I want you!" She begged. "Take me. Make love to me."
She'd seen the golden glint of his eyes and knew that she was taking the
risk of him draining her, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to feel
Nick's hardness deep in her aching core. 

Nick didn't stop to think, or worry about any consequences. His body was
burning with the need to possess this woman, to love her and feel her love
him. Eyes blazing gold, he slid his cock deep within her. As her warm
moistness surrounded him, he roared with delight. He began to move in and
out, each stroke taking him deeper within her. 

Nat cried out as Nick's hard thickness filled her. She'd never dreamed
anything could feel that good. As he started to thrust she met his
movements with her own. She clutched at his back, wanting to draw him ever
deeper with in her. Every muscle in her body seemed to tighten and, just
as she felt she would explode, her body shuddered in a massive orgasm. She
felt the short, sharp sting of Nick's fangs in her neck, which seemed to
intensify her orgasm, and she cried out his name. 

Nick felt Nat shudder at her release and needing to find his own sank his
fangs deep into her throat. Her blood, sweeter than anything he'd ever
known, filled his mouth and her love filled his soul. He felt his body
explode, as his seed spurted into her and his beast roared with
satisfaction as her blood sated it.
Only then did Nick realize the danger he'd put Nat in. Withdrawing his
fangs, he gazed down at her as she lay, limp with eyes closed.

"Nat! Nat, please be alright." Nick panted. A sigh of relief escaped his
lips as she moaned and stirred. 

"Nick? Oh NICK!" Nat said, happiness evident in her voice as she reached
for him. 

Nick held her tightly. When their breathing had slowed, Nick kissed her
softly. 

"Nick, I'm sorry about the store." Nat said. "I don't want you as a
slave, just as a lover."

Nick smiled back. "Ah, but for that. Your beauty, courage, intelligence
and spirit have already enslaved me." He kissed her softly as he
whispered, "I love you, Nat, and I will forever."

The End

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