Edward & Bella from Twilight by Stephanie Meyer
Author's Note: This is a Bella and Edward fanfic involving the blood doll/vampire fetish. In this sect of the kink world, the blood doll is owned by the "vampire" and willingly offers her blood whenever he desires it. He never turns her into a vampire because that would mess up the power dynamic, and he never drinks enough to kill her. In real life it is more about power play and the blood doll really gives more psychic and sexual energy to the "vampire" than actual blood.
As he waited that long night for her to wake up in her hospital bed two thoughts reverberated through his mind: First of all, he was done trying to talk her out of going against him when it came to her safety…or anything else for that matter. Once she healed up from her injuries he was taking her in hand. Secondly, he had drank his sweet Bella's blood and been able to pull away…that sweet, sweet blood that smelled sweeter than any he had every smelled in all his years, and tasted like pure ecstasy….now that he knew he had the self-control…that would be his too.
It had been so much easier than she'd thought. Secretly she'd wanted to obey so many times, but her damned stubborn will had gotten in the way. She had inherited Charlie's will for sure, but she was working hard now to overcome the emotional stoicism she had inherited from him as well. She was surprised by her own reaction when he told her the new stipulations of their continued relationship. There was a moment when her mind screamed at her that she was a modern liberated woman, but she found that when she opened her mouth to protest nothing came out, and she suddenly felt calmer than she ever had before. She had been taking care of her parents for as long as she could remember and the thought of someone finally taking care of her seemed to lift a heavy burden from her heart. And she trusted Edward completely not to abuse his power over her. She was only saddened that it didn't come easier for her. The first time she found herself over his knee she kicked and bucked and screamed and carried on. She wanted so badly to be good and submissive, but she couldn't help herself. She felt scared and cornered and she was so ashamed of both her need to be corrected in the first place and her inability to accept it.
He was just as stubborn as her, but they slowly learned how to read each other. He learned to be reassuring and comforting at the same time as he was dishing out punishment. He learned to wait until his anger subsided. She was still defiant, but that was his Bella. They fell into a groove together as they accepted their new roles in each other's lives.
It was time for their sweet sacred ritual. She knelt down in front of him and in one graceful motion, brushed her hair off to the side, and tilted her head, exposing her jugular. He had never seen anyone more beautiful. He bent down and unclasped the lacy collar with the cameo broach that he had given her to hide the growing number of crescent-shaped scars on her neck and throat. He helped her up to her feet and kissed her lips and neck tenderly before grabbing her hair and biting down hard on her throat.
The pain was intense, but she bit her lip and concentrated on breathing until some of her own blood began to fill her mouth. The initial pain from his penetrating fangs subsided and his venom began to make her feel deliciously dizzy.
Her sweet, decadent blood flowed over his tongue, threatening to make him lose control, but he knew when to stop. Bella was completely drunk on his venom now, and lay limp in his arms like a ragdoll. His precious little blood doll. As she drifted into unconsciousness he hummed the lullaby he had written for her.