Page 45 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
Interesting the tone his words are taking. Good girl, little love. Fuck. She’s a little girl? This is even worse. When we hurt her—notif, butwhen—it’s going to destroy us. Little girls are more than submissive fuck-friends. They require care, protection. Something Will and I would love to provide, under normal circumstances.
I’ve never wished so hard to be human as I wish it right now.
“So tight,” Will repeats as he returns his hand to her ass. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Autumn—how could he? But I know he’s saying the words to me as much as to her.She’s so tight, Xander, why don’t you come over here and check it out for yourself?
Manipulative prick.
He’s been toying with her nipples with his other hand, but he travels those fingers up to her neck, angling her head to the side while she rises up and down on his dick.
I need to be in that bathtub with them so fucking bad, I feel I’m going to snap. I clench the doorframe. The wood cracks, splintering in my grip. At the sound, Will looks over at me again. He smiles, fangs extended, before turning back to Autumn. He strokes his fingers along her throat.
“Give me this, love,” he croons. “Give me your blood, and I’ll fill you with my come.”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, take it.”
He tugs her forward while he rises up. He fastens his fangs to her throat. She rocks up and down and her mouth opens in a pleasure-soaked wail. Pulling back, Will says, “Keep coming, little love. I’ve got you.”
He returns to her neck, sucking away. He won’t take too much, but I watch him and tell myself that’s why. I’m monitoring him, keeping Autumn safe.
Fucking lies. I’m watching because I’m too aroused to pull myself out of this voyeuristic paradise. I’m watching because Autumn opens her eyes, still in the midst of her orgasm, and looks directly at me.
I’m watching because if I make one movement, forward or back, I’m going to go over to the tub, step inside of it, yank down my pants, and stuff my cock in her back hole. I’m going to relish the way she clenches down and fights my intrusion. I’m going to relish the pain of how tight she is. I’m going to fuck her hard, pump her full of my seed, and then bite down on her shoulder, messy and violent, to watch her blood fall and turn the bathwater pink.
And that is why I don’t move. Because she’s a little girl.
Will wants to be her daddy.
And I want to be the monster coming out from under her bed.
Autumn
My orgasm seems to last an eternity. Will comes, too, his cockpulsing within, filling me with his come.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Xander as he stands there watching. He looks tortured. Is watching us really that horrible for him?
Despite the look of torment on his face, his presence heightens everything with Will. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but knowing someone is here, watching, turns me on even more. Seeing the painful-looking bulge in the front of his pants is the cherry on top.
Note to self: check out the books on exhibitionism in the BDSM room. There has got to be something in there to explain this dynamic.
When my aftershocks finally fade, Will pulls out of me. I feel wet inside and out, full.
“You did so great, love,” Will says, smoothing damp strands of my hair away from my neck. “Let me see to your wound.”
I wait while he investigates the damage. Curious, I look over to see what Xander is doing.
But Xander isn’t in the doorway anymore.
I tell myself that I’m not bothered by his absence.
“Already healing, just as it should,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let’s get out of the bath now, and I’ll dry you off, fix you a bite to eat. You’ve not had breakfast yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t eaten,” I whisper, warmth blossoming in my chest. This is so sweet. No one has ever done this for me. He bathed me, fucked me, and now he’s going to feed me? I need more of this in my life.
“Fuck,” he says. “First we need another bath, love. This water is full of blood and come.”
I laugh. One moment caring, the next moment crass. That seems to be Will’s personality. “All right. Another bath.”
We drain the water, which honestly doesn’t look too bad, but we rinse off again. He takes special care between my legs, rubbing gently with a soft washcloth until I start to squirm.
