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“But unfortunately no one is ever mine for more than one night.”
Wait, what?I felt his lips brush against the side of my neck.
“Because you were right all along, baby. My true secret? You found it in the literature. I’m a vampire. And you’re my dessert.”
I screamed at the top of my lungs as he bit down on the side of my neck. And suddenly I was drenched in cum and blood. I screamed again and tried to push him off but I couldn’t see anything.
“Mistress?!” he yelled. “Mistress! You’re awake!”
I threw out a punch where I thought Tanner’s blood-sucking vampire throat was.
He wheezed. “Ow,” he groaned in a weird British accent.
It was a perfect throat punch. I was finally able to wipe the cum off my eyelids and open them.
I blinked a few times.Who the hell is that?!Because the man next to me was definitely not Tanner.
“Nigel?” I blinked again. I was definitely looking at Nigel, sitting there in his weird little chauffeur uniform. And then I screamed at the top of my lungs. Because that meant…that meant I thought Nigel was Tanner. The weirdest case of mistaken identities ever because they couldn’t look more different.Oh no.And if I mistook Nigel for Tanner…that meant Nigel had just done two things to me that he shouldn’t have. And I think the first one was worse somehow. “Nigel, did you just cum on my face?!”
Stalker Problems - Chapter 61 - Drenched
Thursday – June 1, 2023
Nigel was still holding his throat, but his eyes got big and he stared at me.
Oh my God.What had I done? I’d just had sex with Nigel while Angel and Diablo watched. And it didn’t matter that I thought it was Tanner. I’d fucked his houseboy! And his houseboy bit my neck! I reached up to touch my wound, but my neck felt fine. “You tried to suck my blood!”
His eyes grew even rounder. “I’m sorry, Mistress,” said Nigel. “I think you were having a naughty little dream. I tried to wake you, but you just kept moaning and wiggling around. I didn’t want you to be late for your appointment with Master Tanner, so I had no choice but to splash champagne in your face.”
I looked at my hands. Instead of being covered in cum and blood, they were shimmering. And I was no longer at Santiago’s. I was in the back of the limo.
“You must have taken a quick snooze, Mistress.”
Fuck my life.Nigel was right. I’d dozed off and had the craziest sex dream ever. But I couldn’t get my heart rate to slow down. I still felt like I was in danger. Did Nigel look hungry for blood or was it just me?
“I didn’t mean to get you so wet,” said Nigel. “Here.” He pulled out a hanky and started dabbing the champagne off of me.
“Stop. Stop!” I swatted him away. I didn’t want anyone to touch me. I just needed a second to calm down.
“Ash?” asked Tanner. He was peering into the limo over Nigel’s shoulder.
I screamed at the top of my lungs.Oh God, why did I just scream?He wasn’t a vampire, it was all just a dream.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
My first reaction was to try to hide. I couldn’t face him. Not after screaming in his face like a crazy person. And especially not after that dream. I liked to think it was just a harmless fantasy. But Chastity always said that dreams had meaning. They were a window into my psyche. My very dirty psyche.
So what the hell did this dream mean?
The first part was obvious - I wanted Tanner to tell me he loved me and then fuck the shit out of me.
But the other part? The weird bit with him wanting Angel and Diablo to watch us because he knew I wanted it? God, that was so fucked up.And hot. I’m so weird!And it was even weirder that I was obsessing over that instead of the fact that he’d tried to suck my blood!
“One moment, Master,” said Nigel. “Mistress Ash was having a naughty…”
I put my hand over his mouth. “He’s lying. I didn’t have a naughty dream. He’s delirious.” I gave Nigel what I thought wasa pleading stare, begging him with my eyes to keep his little mouth shut.
“Why are you so wet?” asked Tanner.
