Page 42 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
“Bath,” I say, pulling back from the kiss and picking her up.
“What?” Her nose scrunches in confusion.
“I’m giving you a bath.”
“I don’t need a bath.” She rocks her hips forward, rubbing against my cock.
Little temptress. I pull away, keeping hold of her hand to lead her toward my room. “You’re shivering, Autumn. It’s bath time. Now.”
“I’m not a little kid.” She sounds exactly like a sulky child. “You don’t get to boss me around.”
“Little love,” I say, kissing her cheek, “me bossing you around isexactlywhat you need.”
She stares up at me in surprise. I don’t know just how much of a little girl she is. I don’t know how far she wants to take the kink. But there’s quite a lot of the dynamic already. We can explore it together. Xander, too, when he pulls his head out of his ass.
I take her to my bedroom, where there’s an attached bathroom. Autumn looks around my bedroom curiously. We never made it past the office when she was here before. There’s not much of note here. Large bed—big enough for Xander and Autumn along with me. Dresser. End tables on either side of the bed with lamps on top of them.
“What do you think?” I ask, because she is obviously evaluating my room.
“It’s…warmer than I expected.”
“Warm? The colors?” There’s no particular decorative theme. The bedspread is dark blue, the rug on the floor is off-white.
“Maybe. The vibe of it just feels, I don’t know.” She shrugs. “It feels homey.”
She has some thoughts about vampires, is what I can pull from that. She probably thought I sleep in a coffin.
If I could bring Bram Stoker back to life, I’d do it so I could then have the pleasure of murdering him.
I grab a blanket from the foot of my bed and wrap it around Autumn. It won’t do her much good while her clothes are still wet, but it might keep her from shivering.
Once in the bathroom, I start the bathwater, make it nice and hot but not too hot. Then I tug the blanket from her shoulders. I start with her sweatshirt. It’s plastered to her skin, so I peel it off, revealing a thin t-shirt underneath. No bra. Her nipples are hard through the fabric, but her skin is covered in gooseflesh. I force myself tonottake one of those tempting buds into my mouth.
Her pants are drier than the rest of her, but still damp. She holds onto my shoulders as I help her step out of them. My face is level with her panty-clad pussy. I inhale, taking in her scent. I want to bury myself there. Face, fingers, cock, doesn’t matter.
The tub has finished filling, so I turn off the tap and help Autumn step over the ledge.
“I’ve never bathed in an actual claw-foot tub,” she says, giving me a pleased grin. As she lowers herself into the water, she groans in what sounds like pleasure. “This is perfect.”
“Good.” I tilt her head back into the water, wetting her hair. A couple pumps of shampoo into my hand, then I lather up her head. Massage her scalp as I wash those beautiful brown tresses.Wet, they are uniform in color. Dry, I know there are different shades of brown and even some blond mixed in.
“Feels nice,” Autumn says, leaning into my touch. “But I’m still mad at you.”
I finish washing her hair, tilt her back again to rinse.
“You can be mad,” I say. “As long as you’re mad here. With me.”
“You say shit like that and it makes me less mad,” she says with a frown.
I get a washcloth from a drawer beneath the sink, lather it with my soap, and start washing her back. My little love. The tension in her shoulders has eased. Her shivers have stopped.
Living without her is impossible. I tried. I was miserable. I was losing my mind.
Do the honorable thing? Let her go? I can’t. I give up.
Her destruction will be mine as well.
“Hey, what are you thinking about?” She flicks some water at me.
