by Sophie Stern
She really was wildly lovely.
“You’re perfect,” I told her.
“All right,” she said, twirling her finger. “Hurry up, procrastinator.”
“Why, Juliet, are you in a hurry to see me naked?”
“Yeah,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest. “Actually, I am, and unlike you, some of us don’t have forever.”
I was in front of her in two steps and my hand was in her hair, fisting it. I tugged her head back, forcing her to look up at me.
“Ouch!” She said. “That hurts.”
“No, but this will,” I said. I reached out and flicked her nipple. She squeaked. It gave me a sick sense of satisfaction to know that I was giving her just the slightest bit of pain: a little bit of darkness to mix with her experience. “I believe I told you that being polite was not optional.”
“You might have said something about that.”
“While you’re here, you’re going to show respect to me, but you’re also going to show respect to yourself.”
“To myself?”
“Yes,” I said. “To yourself.”
“You don’t know what you’re asking.”
“And you don’t know how to behave.”
“Then why don’t you make me,” she growled.
My cock was instantly hard. Was she actually asking for my discipline? For my hand? Was she really asking me to take control of her and me and this moment? That was something I craved. It was something I loved.
It also wasn’t something I needed to be told twice.
“Get in the shower,” I said, releasing her hair. She turned and got in, closing the door behind her. I finished stripping down and then I joined her. She eyed my body, raking her gaze up and down. She settled her stare on my cock, and my dick twitched. I liked having her look at me.
“You look different than I thought you would,” she whispered.
“How did you think I’d look?”
“More scars, maybe?” She whispered, looking up at me.
“Juliet.”
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
“You asked me to make you behave,” I said. “Turn around.”
“What?” She squeaked out. I could sense her sudden anxiety about this turn of events. She wanted to play with the big dogs, but she didn’t really understand what that meant. It was fine. I was more than willing to show her what it meant. I could show her what obedience looked like. I could show her what it meant to tame a brat.
“Turn around. Don’t make me tell you again.”
She turned to face the shower wall. The water was pouring down on us. Unlike many shower heads, this one was in the center of the shower. It allowed the water to rain down on us directly, and I loved that. I liked the way that it made me feel, and I knew that she did, too. She had goose bumps on her arms when she turned. I paid careful attention to that.
She was delighted and surprised and nervous. All of those emotions were good. I especially wanted her to be nervous.
“You said you wanted me to make you behave.”
“I...yes...”
“One thing you’ll learn is that I take requests like that seriously.”
“Of course,” she said, but her words were breathless.
“While you’re here, you’ll be mine to play with.”
“Yes.”
“It’s your job to please me. You’ll do whatever I say, and you’ll obey me when I tell you to.”
“I understand.”
“Right now, your job is to forget about proper protocol.”
“Colin?”
“Forget about manners. Forget about what’s socially acceptable. There’s nothing socially acceptable about being the blood doll to a Vampire Lord, now is there?”
She paused for a moment, thinking about this. Even if she’d grown up in Darkvale, which I suspected she had, there was a certain amount of mystery that surrounded the vampires. She might actually not know what types of things we liked. She might not know that some of us kept dolls around. In this city, it had to be consensual. I didn’t let people take humans to be their blood slaves. Some people had kinks, though, and they worked that out of their system through some good old-fashioned human on vampire lovemaking.
Who was I to deny anyone that?
“No,” she finally said. “I suppose it’s not proper.”
“I’m going to feed from you,” I told her.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Do you often...do you usually...”
“Spit it out, Juliet.”
“Do you take a lot of showers?”
“I shower every day, Juliet.”
“Do you often take showers with humans?”
“No,” I told her. “You’re the very first one.”
It was true. I preferred to feed from the blood I acquired from our hospital. I liked the range of blood that was available. I liked that humans were treated for illnesses prior to donating blood. I liked that we had a team of medical professionals who were able to carefully assess the humans before, during, and after their donations.
The way the city was run made sense to me. It worked. I didn’t need my plans screwed up. There was no need for me to feed directly from a living human. I didn’t bring girls home. I wasn’t ashamed of sex and I’d had plenty of it with girls like Juliet, but I didn’t bring them to my mansion. This was my haven. After my wife had passed away, I hadn’t been celibate, but I also hadn’t been as playful as I once was.
“Why me?” She whispered.
Juliet’s words were quiet, forced. She sounded pained and excited at the same time. Based on her scent, I’d say she was definitely excited and a little bit turned on.
“You fucked up my order, Juliet,” I reminded her. “That pisses me off.”
“You should have included a note,” she said.
“Spread your legs.”
Without another word, she did, and I knelt down behind her in the shower.
“What are you doing?” She whispered, looking over her shoulder at me.
She thought I was going to lick her pussy. I was tempted to. She was quivering a little bit. Her knees were weak. She was turned on, and I knew that if I leaned forward and licked her soft lips, she’d be wet for me. She’d be aroused and turned on, and I’d be able to have an incredible taste of the deliciousness that was Miss Juliet.
“I’m not going to eat your pussy,” I told her. “I’m going to feed from you.”
5
Juliet
“OH,” I WHISPERED.
He sank his fangs into my thigh, and I cringed at the sensation. It burned for just a second, but then it stopped hurting. It wasn’t exactly pleasurable, but it wasn’t horribly painful, either. The feeling was a strange one. It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. I closed my eyes and tried to just focus on what was happening. I didn’t want to miss a thing.
Okay, I thought to myself, so I’d now fed two different vampires in less than an hour. That had to be some sort of record, right? Did this make me a vampire slut? How would I know?
Suddenly, I felt a different sort of pain. My pussy was stinging. Colin had reached between my legs and slapped me there. What the hell? I’d heard of erotic spankings before, but there? I’d never had anyone do that before. I probably should have hated the feeling, but it was...
Well, it turned me on even more, and my body started to ache for a release. I moved my body, trying to find a position that was comfortable. He was still between my legs, but he wasn’t touching me where I wanted him to touch me.
“Stop wiggling,” he said. He slapped me again, and this time I groaned. Yeah, a girl could get used to that. Then he went right back to eating. He wasn’t licking my pussy or touching me there. Aside from the momentary slapping, he kind of acted like he didn’t even know I had a vagina, much less expressed interest in it.
What he was doing was wildly erotic, though. There was no other way to describe what was happeni
ng. More importantly, there was no way for me to resist what he was doing. I didn’t want to resist. I didn’t want anything except for more.
He sucked on my leg, and while I was usually very ticklish there, I suddenly found that I wasn’t ticklish at all. Instead of feeling the need move away from him or try to escape, I felt myself start to relax. Something about feeding him wasn’t just turning me on. It was also soothing me.
There I was, standing in a shower with a Vampire Lord, and his head was between my legs. He was feeding from my thigh. He was drinking my blood. He has his mouth pressed against me, and I wasn’t scared or upset or hurt. I wasn’t trying to run away. I wasn’t trying to beg for an escape.
I was calm.
And I wanted him.
I hadn’t had sex with a vampire before. Lots of people did that on a very regular basis. It was a common thing to do. Many people fed from vampires and had sex with them, but not me. I wasn’t a saint, by any means. I just hadn’t tried it out. I hadn’t found someone I had a connection with who also happened to be a vampire. In some ways, I was picky about who I slept with. In others...
Another swat.
“Stop moving.”
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I hadn’t even realized I’d been moving. I thought I’d been doing a good job standing still. Apparently, I’d lost my concentration because he had stopped sucking my blood and was now licking me. I could feel his tongue on the place where he’d bitten me. It didn’t hurt. It was a gentle sort of sensation.
“I need to seal the wound.”
“Okay.”
I felt his tongue swipe across my skin. He touched me over and over. It was more than he’d touched me earlier. I wondered if that meant the wound was bigger on my leg. Maybe it was harder to seal up, or maybe...
Maybe he wanted me.
He got up and moved away. I was a little disappointed by this. I had hoped he would touch me between my legs a little more. Maybe I’d even get an orgasm. Hey, a girl could hope. Apparently, Colin had no problem dashing my dreams, though, because he stepped back. I turned around in time to see him licking his lips. There was still a little bit of blood there.
“Oh,” I whispered, reaching out. I swiped the blood at the corner of his lips, and then I pressed my finger to his mouth. He sucked my finger between his lips, teasing his tongue over the tip. It was wildly erotic and if I hadn’t already been completely soaked with arousal, that would have done it for me.
“You taste like heaven,” he murmured. I wondered if he had meant to say that because he suddenly seemed a little scared and surprised that he did. He seemed a little annoyed, all of a sudden. Maybe he was upset with himself for getting into the moment. I wasn’t sure.
“Thanks,” I said.
“Finish showering,” he said, suddenly sounding business-like. “Then come get dressed for dinner.”
“Sure.”
He left. Suddenly, I was alone in the vampire’s lair, and I didn’t really know what to do. The water no longer seemed as warm. The experience no longer seemed as satisfying.
“You’ve got this,” I told myself. That was what I told myself every single day. I’d never grown up with big dreams of saving the city. I hadn’t imagined myself running a hospital full of humans and vampires alike. Most little girls dream of growing up to be a princess or a dancer or even an artist, but not me. I’d never really had any dream except one: stay alive.
That was what I’d wanted more than anything.
My brother had been the one to tell me that I needed to avoid causing trouble if I wanted to stay alive. He’d warned me time and time again not to mess with the vampires. It was easy to become the enemy of the creatures, he told me. Instead, I needed to make myself someone who was non-threatening, but important.
If you were important, even if you were a human, people wouldn’t want you dead. The vampires could act like they wanted to hurt you, and they could pretend like you were some horrible troublemaker, but if you provided a service that they needed, they’d keep you alive.
Matt and I were both certain that was why we’d managed to survive as long as we had. He’d done a good job working for Elizabeth. He’d like his position, and he’d liked her. I knew that if he’d survived the attack that cost Elizabeth her life, he’d be devastated. As it was, he died with her. He died protecting her, or at least trying to.
It was sort of poetic.
The water started to turn cool, and I finally climbed out of the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around myself. I towel dried my hair so that it hung in long, wet curls, and then I went into the bedroom.
Colin was there, of course, and he was standing by the bed. He’d dressed in a nice suit, and his hair was styled, and it seemed wildly unfair that he looked so good in such a short amount of time. I felt like it took me hours to look truly presentable.
“You look nice.”
He seemed a little surprised by that comment.
“Thank you,” he said.
“You look really nice,” I said again. “And I’m a little nervous about that.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t bring anything formal to wear,” I admitted. “I thought we’d just be hanging out, you know, and maybe fucking.”
Was it just me, or did his gaze darken a little when I said fucking? Because that was part of the reason he’d brought me. He wanted me to be his little toy. He wanted me to be his doll, and honestly, I didn’t really care. I probably should have, I knew. I should care that Colin was the kind of guy who would fuck women and keep them captive at his home.
I just didn’t care.
Maybe that made me a bad person. I wasn’t sure.
He hadn’t said we were going to have sex. In fact, he’d said the opposite. He’d said no sex, but I just didn’t believe that. There was too much of a connection between us. If he didn’t actually make a move after dinner, I had a feeling that I’d start throwing myself at him. Was I the type of girl to beg a vampire to have sex with her? I was starting to think that I might be exactly that kind of girl.
“You don’t need to wear anything outrageous,” he said. “What did you pack?”
I unzipped my backpack and showed him the bra, panties, t-shirt, and jeans I’d packed.
“What the hell is this?”
“Clothes.”
“You didn’t bring work clothes or formal clothes or even pajamas.”
“Well, I figured I’d go home and get changed for work.” He’d said he wanted me to stay with him through the night, but I’d have to go home from time-to-time, wouldn’t I? I didn’t know how long this guy wanted me at his place, so I’d just brought the bare necessities.
“No,” he said. “You’re here until I say your work here is done.”
“But I have my own home.”
“Yes, and until further notice, it will remain empty.”
I didn’t argue with him. I already knew there was no point in that. If he wanted me here to be his little feeding toy, then I’d suck it up and do what he said. Besides, maybe if I was a good girl, I’d be rewarded. That was how these things worked, right? Good girls got dick. I thought I’d heard a rule about that one time.
“Do you have something I can wear tonight then?” I asked. “Tomorrow, I can go home and get my things.” I didn’t have a lot of formal items, but I had a few things that might work. Colin looked wildly nice, and the outfit he’d chosen was much different from his usual shirtless appearance.
“Not necessary,” he said. “You’ll go from here to work and back again. Make me a list of the things you want, and I’ll send someone to get your clothing.”
He said this as though it was no big deal to just have someone go fetch your things. Maybe to him it wasn’t a big deal at all. Vampires seemed to think that money could solve all of your problems, and to Colin, money was no obstacle. He had enough employees that he could just have someone go to my house, sort through my belongings, and bring me back the stuff I wanted.
Just like that.
“One of your servants?”
“I like to think of them more as companions.”
Interesting. So, he was a vampire who didn’t like the idea of enslaving others. He still hadn’t seemed to mind that I was basically a slave. Maybe he thought he had given me a choice. He hadn’t. Not really. Maybe I should have fought him harder. If he hadn’t choked me in the cemetery, I bet I would have fought him harder.
“In the meantime,” he said. “You can wear something of Elizabeth’s.”
“Your wife’s?” I whispered.
“Yes.”
“You won’t...she won’t...nobody minds?”
“She’s dead,” he said dryly. “I doubt her ghost is haunting us and worrying about someone wearing her clothes.”
“Okay,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
I went to the closet he had gestured at and pulled open the door. It was a huge walk-in closet with two full rows of clothing. Somehow, I felt bad about going through her things. It was a little weird that he hadn’t emptied her closet after a year, but maybe vampires took their time grieving. Then again, maybe this stuff was all just super expensive and he hadn’t wanted to get rid of it.
There were corset dresses and cocktail dresses and ballgowns and negligees. Anything I could possibly imagine was here. I didn’t want to take too long deciding, so I finally grabbed a floor-length blue gown without a back. Then I dropped my towel, slid the dress over my head, and walked to the mirror at the end of the closet.
The dress? Well, it was exquisite. It hugged my body in all of the best ways. Although I rarely thought of myself as sexy, it was hard not to in something like this. When I looked at myself, I thought I looked incredible. I thought, “Wow, I’m so fuckable.”
That was a weird thing to think.
“Lovely,” he said. I turned around to see Colin watching from the end of the closet.
“Thank you.”
“Let’s go,” he said. “You don’t need shoes.”
I glanced down at his feet to see that despite the suit, he was bare-footed.