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i think vampire bill x my female reader shall potentially be turned into a series :p. maybe next will be a sort of AHS hotel inspired oneshot - like bill will be inspired by the countess & female reader will be like donovan, the countess’ lover! so basically if you haven’t watched AHS hotel (which, if you haven’t, hello? it’s the best season of ahs ever made. Watch it.)

ANYWAYS! the dynamic between the countess X donovan is very hot and they love to go & find like in the first ep - a couple to seduce, have intimacy with them (all four of them in the SAME bed) and then afterwards EAT the couple they seduced. so basically since fem reader has now been turned, bill & fem reader could go out on a date, meet said couple, take the couple back to their place. while she’s fucking the male they seduce and he’s fucking the woman they seduce, they’ll be watching each other, bill focusing on how the man is losing himself in her, and she’ll be watching how bill is destroying the woman they’ve brought home. once the human couple finishes, her and bill will both use their claws at the same time to kill the couple, and drain them of their blood together.

afterwards they’re laying together, bill & her intertwined, covered in the couple’s blood, bill kissing all over her, blood all over each other’s faces. bill obsessed, and completely and utterly in love with fem reader.

Compláceme

Summary: Bill is sold at an auction. Now he has to learn how to please his new master (Tom).

Title: Compláceme (season l)

TW: NC-17, Slash, Botbill, Bondage, Adults content, Long-Fic, Drama, Lemon, Romance, TWC, No-consensus, alternative universe

Prologue ⋆˚࿔

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0.1

“Good evening, sir…” — said the man who was standing three steps from the entrance. He looked at me, trying to figure out who I was.

I looked away to the right, tightened my grip on the handle of the briefcase I was carrying and, with my left hand, adjusted the black mask covering half of my face.

“Collins. Noa Collins,” I lied, giving him the name of my colleague who had given me the invitation.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here, Mr. Collins.”

I took the invitation to the auction from the inside pocket of my jeans and handed it to him, but he gestured for me not to worry. Instead, I handed over my briefcase so I wouldn’t have any problems during the event.

“The event will last approximately an hour. I hope you find the selection to your liking.”

“I hope so too,” — I managed to say before the man headed toward a window on the right.

It was the third auction I had attended that evening, and I wasn’t going home empty-handed. I hoped I would find something interesting. I desperately needed some company.

I couldn’t see anything at the end of the corridor: a thick red curtain prevented me from seeing what was behind it, but I could hear the voices of several men and even a few laughs. I slowly let out my breath, trying to relax a little. The thought of seeing the great selection they were going to present had made me anxious.

When the same man returned, he handed me a golden pin with the number three engraved in black. I thanked him and headed down the corridor, exactly in the direction he had indicated. I passed through the curtains and discreetly looked around, ignoring the people.

I had never been to a place like this. This auction seemed even more exclusive than the previous two, even though they had taken place in the same location.

I had taken a flight that afternoon on my private jet to get there. Later, a car had taken me to the port of Galveston. I was on a passenger ship coming from France, and it was a surprise to discover that events like these were held in unusual places such as this one. I wondered if, after the auction, they could give me a cabin where I could calmly discuss my future acquisition until we reached a more exciting point.

Steve, the man who handled my affairs and, I dare say, was also my right-hand man, had informed me only a few minutes earlier that I had just over an hour to get to the airport and return to Las Vegas. I hoped I would be in the company of a rather attractive submissive.

I looked up and realized that I was walking in the opposite direction from the numbering I had been given. I retraced my steps, headed toward the entrance on the right and entered the spacious cabin corresponding to my number, where a red leather reclining chair awaited me so I could enjoy the event.

The room was half-lit, and the black velvet made the place feel even more intimate. I inspected the cabin: in front of me was a window offering a view of a huge rotating circle covered in red carpeting and illuminated by white lights. I could make out the other eleven polarized windows, which concealed the identities of the guests.

Under the window was an elongated speaker playing a rather sensual melody at low volume, making me feel the perversity lingering in the air.

I turned toward the recliner and noticed that right in the cup holder compartment there was a control with only two illuminated buttons, one red and one orange. I pressed the second button and, shortly afterward, someone knocked on the door.

“Come in.”

The door opened, revealing a well-dressed man in a gray suit.

“What would you like to drink, sir?”

“Whiskey,” I replied suddenly.

The man returned to the corridor and a few moments later reappeared with my drink. He also offered me a complimentary Havana cigar and, once I was alone, I removed my mask and began smoking comfortably from the reclining chair.

I could already imagine the kind of games I would like to play with my new submissive. I thought about the different places I would take her, just to make her pleasure reach its limits. The thought of reaching the exchange already excited me, of watching someone else possess her while I observed her expressions of pleasure and, looking at me, she asked me to take her… to make her mine whenever I wanted.

I couldn’t wait to return to my old life in that more-than-perfect way.

I closed my eyes, imagining everything like a slow-motion movie. A little warmth spread through my body and made me shiver. The desire returned intensely after a few moments.

I wanted the auction to start immediately. I settled back into the chair and stared directly at the lights and the rotating circle while drinking my whiskey. As if my wishes were commands, the lights illuminating the place went out for a few seconds, and the amber light inside the cabin grew slightly brighter.

I left my drink in the cup holder, took a drag and focused my attention on the main entrance.

“The auction begins with Annette Flores. Twenty-six years old. Colombian nationality. History: two satisfied buyers,” I heard a woman’s voice coming from the speaker beneath the window.

The light came on, allowing me to see a beautiful brunette with generous curves, wrapped in scarlet lingerie and wearing high heels in a dark shade.

I exhaled the smoke, struck by the impression the woman had made on me, and thought twice before making my move, even though my finger was already resting on the red button of the control.

“One million dollars,” the same female voice bid.

What curves. What breasts. God. What wouldn’t I do with that brunette?

The rotating circle stopped, leaving her facing my direction. Beautiful Annette couldn’t see me, but my gaze met hers and… no. Surely I wasn’t feeling as though she had completely captured my attention. She was beautiful, of course, but she hadn’t managed to turn me on. What a shame.

Before long, she was sold for ten million dollars to number seven.

My gaze, completely filled with desire, met the eyes of all the women who had stepped onto the rotating circle, but in reality, none of them had managed to turn me on, despite their sensual looks.

They continued displaying the selection, which was quite good, but not nearly as unique as Noa had told me. If I had known that was his definition of a Great Auction, I would have withdrawn much earlier.

I was beginning to grow impatient. I had already drunk three whiskeys and still hadn’t seen anything interesting.

When the last girl was sold, the lights went out and I gave up completely. I stood up from my seat and, sighing in pure frustration, tried to leave the cabin, until that female voice made me turn toward the window.

“Surprise auction.”

Had I heard correctly?

I was intrigued. From what little I knew, these kinds of auctions were extremely competitive. They were held rarely, and when they did happen, it was because the merchandise was of the highest quality.

I had to stay and see.

I sat down again. The lights slowly came on over the rotating circle, which had remained still. A few moments later, a slender figure appeared in profile, covered by a white silk hood.

Their delicate legs were dressed in black fishnet stockings, and they wobbled slightly because of the extremely high heels they were wearing.

There was something strange about them that caught my attention, but I didn’t know what it was. It wasn’t the mystery caused by the way they were dressed, nor was it the little I could see at that moment.

I needed to look into their eyes.

Nervousness stirred inside me. My heart was pounding, and I was breathing heavily.

“The surprise auction presents a true jewel. For the first time, we have among our selection…” the presenter said, pausing to maintain the intrigue, “an androgynous beauty.”

The circle began to rotate. I saw him from behind in front of me as he slowly turned. I followed his legs with my eyes, moving upward along his body and noticing something slightly swollen at the back. I followed the line of his back and shoulders and saw him raise his hands to his hood. It fell onto his shoulders, revealing his dark hair and a sort of headband with white ears pressed against his head.

I wanted him to turn around immediately. The mystery excited me.

“Come on… I need to know your name.”

My thumb was impatient to press the button. I desperately wanted to know who he was. I stood up and moved in front of the window, slowly running my fingers over my lips, tempted.

“Name: Bill Trümper. Twenty years old. German nationality. History: none. One hundred percent pure.”

I realized they were talking about a boy.

I was there, tempted and fucking desperate to look into his eyes, to discover what the hell about him was attracting my attention, and now I knew he was a boy.

That androgynous beauty was a boy, and I could think of only two things that were pushing me to my limit:

It had been a long time since I’d had submissives, especially a boy like him. I needed that little bunny tied up with his hands on my bed right then.

The silk robe slid down his skin until it remained on the floor, and I licked my lips as I devoured him with my eyes. He was so thin that, if we ever got to playing, he would probably break. He had a slender body and, between his legs, I noticed the pom-pom that imitated a bunny tail.

My gaze moved toward his legs, and I saw that the stockings actually reached halfway up his thighs. I admired his pale complexion. He was truly beautiful, and I couldn’t help thinking that he would fit perfectly against the dark tones of the playroom.

The circle turned a few more degrees, and now he was facing me, completely naked. A mischievous half-smile grew across my lips.

He couldn’t see me, but my gaze connected with his, and I felt a wave of excitement run through my stomach. I was practically absorbed by how beautiful he was, by how innocent he seemed dressed like that, and by how sensual the star tattoo on his right oblique was.

That little bunny belonged beside me. I already had plans for him.

Before I could search for another tattoo on his body, I heard the first bid.

“Thirty million.”

He had to be mine. He had to be. This was my auction.

I pressed the button and nervously bit my lip when the amount increased. I pressed it again, raising the previous bid. Someone else intervened, the amount rose again, but I could do better.

“Eighty million. One hundred million. One hundred and twenty million. One hundred and fifty million…”

The other buyers withdrew. Only number ten and I remained. The amount continued to rise, but in the end I surpassed his bid.

“Sold for two hundred and fifty million to number three,” the female voice announced as the lights went out.

It was done.

Noa had warned me about the maximum amount he could afford at an auction, but that night I had gone to extremes, and the money I had set aside for at least two new companions now belonged to Bill. Not a cent more, not a cent less.

I let out the breath I had been holding. I had won the auction, and my little bunny would be worth every penny.

I left the cabin after steadying my breathing and, along the way, put my mask back on. The buyers were heading toward a special room where they could reclaim their belongings. I was the last one to approach: I wanted complete discretion.

The same man I had handed my briefcase to when I arrived approached to return it to me, and I handed him back the golden pin. He guided me to an even more secluded cabin and, behind a window, I saw a blonde woman.

She accepted the golden pin and asked me to come closer when the man withdrew.

“Two hundred and fifty million, Mr. Collins.”

Slightly nervous, I placed the briefcase on the flat surface, entered the code to open it and handed it to the woman. She asked me to sit on a chair that I had only then noticed was there, but I didn’t move away from the spot.

The blonde, without saying anything, did everything in front of me. I watched her use a small machine that counted the banknotes and then call someone once she had counted down to the last dollar.

“You’re different from our other clients,” she commented after hanging up the phone. “No one has ever brought so much cash, enough to purchase something at one of our auctions. You’re either very lucky, or everything was carefully calculated, if I may say so.”

I refrained from answering about why I hadn’t handed over a check, as many others surely had. She handed me a yellow envelope and said it contained Bill Trümper’s documentation. I took it and quickly checked the contents.

I saw his name on the documents, but I would look through everything in detail later. At that moment, I headed toward the door she had indicated, right on the right-hand side.

The handle turned and the door opened. I was finally able to see my little bunny wobbling slightly as he stepped out.

He looked at me briefly, his lips pressed into a thin line, and eventually lowered his head.

I approached him, gently tied the ribbon of his hood, and he stumbled again. I wasn’t going to let him hurt himself wearing those shoes.

I crouched down in front of him, slipped them off and set them aside. I looked up. His eyes met mine and, slowly, I stood back up without breaking eye contact.

Now that we were at the same height, he even seemed a little shorter.

I placed a hand on his forehead and moved the fringe that was preventing me from properly admiring him. The brown of his eyes was something I had never seen before.

“Your gaze hypnotizes me, Bill,” I gave him a small smile, but he looked away from me.

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