Page 6 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me
“Where’d you find her?” I ask, pausing on the threshold.
“Low Vice.”
I nod, approving. We have an arrangement with Margot, the owner. We can seduce whoever we want as long as they’re safe, as long as they consent. As long as they never remember what happened to them in our library. Low Vice is the best place to find women who want to take what we give. Pain, pleasure.
“Are you here to play with me?” the woman asks, her deep blue eyes meeting mine.
“Only for a little while, but you’d best use honorifics if you want the release you’re craving, subbie.”
Her pretty face twists in consternation. “Dom? Master? Sir?”
“Sirwill do.”
“Yes, Sir,” she says.
I should be excited, yet all I feel is bored. I inhale deeply, hoping something about the rush of blood beneath her skin will do something for me. It works, somewhat. My sense of smell is impeccable, after over one hundred years of honing it.
The next couple of hours pass in enjoyable decadence, I suppose. We have intercourse, taking her in every possible orifice. We get her off several times, and she gives us her blood. Yet it all feels rather transactional. It’s not a true power exchange; it’s more like we’re all going through the motions.
When she’s limp and panting on the bed, Will asks her, “Do you remember the other part of our agreement?”
“Something about forgetting,” she says with a frown. “Because you’re vampires. I still can’t believe it.”
“Don’t worry, you won’t believe it for long,” I say.
“This night was unforgettable, though. How are you going to make me forget?”
Will has already gotten up. He goes to the wet bar at the far corner of his office and removes a small, unlabeled bottle from the collection of crystal decanters. In comparison to its brothers, this bottle is ugly, yet inconspicuous. He pours some into a sherry glass and holds it up so the woman can see it. “This is oubliette. It won’t harm you, it just makes you forget.”
“Will I remember anything?”
“Only what we tell you to remember,” I say. “Is there anything in particular you’d like?”
“I want to be happy. I want to remember feeling powerful in my submission. I want to feel like you didn’t want to let me go but you had to.”
Fuck if her words don’t cause me to feel things in my heart. I don’t love this woman. But hearing this is as piercing as the sharpest fangs.
“We’ll do our best,” I tell her.
“Thanks.” She puts on her clothes—underwear and a slinky gold club dress—and slips on a pair of heels.
We take her to the back door of our quarters, Will carrying the glass of oubliette. This door leads out from our living quarters to the street. While we walk a safe block away, I take out my phone and order a ride service for her. “What’s your address?”
She tells me, and I plug the information in.
“Drink up,” Will says, handing her the sherry glass. “We’ll give you a good cover story.”
She pauses with the cup next to her lips. “I haven’t done this with you before, have I?”
“No,” Will says. “This was the first time.”
She’s right to ask, though, because she would likely have no idea. I’ve heard of oubliette memories being recollected when coming into contact with the people involved, but that situation is rare. If she sees us again at Low Vice, she might remember a connection. We’ll have to avoid her, but our lives are long and hers is short. It will be fine.
She swallows the draught and blinks up at us expectantly. I count downward in my head. Five, four, three, two…one.
“Sorry,” she says, her dark eyes squinting at us in puzzlement. “I’m confused.”
“You partied a little too hard,” Will says smoothly, his British accent softening as he speaks. After a hundred years living in the US, he doesn’t actually need to keep that accent, but old habits, I suppose. “You had amazing sex with two handsome men, and the pleasure will come back to you in flashes. The two men were lovely and attentive, but you ultimately decided they wouldn’tsuit you for future play. However, the experience will remind you that there is good in the world, and it will keep you from accepting poor treatment from any lovers you entertain in the future.”
