Page 81 of Claimed By Fangs and Darkness
“Don’t even start, baby,” I said as I grabbed her waist. “Gifts, romance, time, energy—you deserve to be spoiled at every opportunity, in every way imaginable.”
Plus, that was less than a drop of my resources. Not that I wouldn’t bankrupt myself just to make Evie feel like the luckiest witch in the realm.
Her eyes were glassy. “You’re the one who’s perfect,” she said, uneasy and staring at the rack of one-of-a-kind dresses. “I’m going to pass out.”
“Of course you’re uncomfortable, Evie. Your whole life, people have tried to make you smaller, to convince you that you’re not even deserving of basic empathy and consideration. Like I told you in the art installation, you’ll get used to being loved by me. One day it’ll be as easy as breathing.”
She considered, shifting on her feet.
“No more thinking. You can reciprocate by letting me dress you like the perfect little doll that you are.”
“That’s it?” she asked, as if begging me to give her a way to earn all of this adoration.
I tongued my fangs, my cock hardening at the sight of her so eager to please me. “I think we can figure out additional methods of repayment when we’re alone, angel.”
When I made a circular motion with my fingers, she obeyed easily. The moment her dress fell to the floor around her feet, I couldn’t help my low groan. I squeezed her perfect, perky ass, pressing against her as my cock twitched in my pants.
My lips glided along the shell of her ear, and she shuddered.
“You don’t have to earn my love, Evie,” I reminded her. “Youare all I’ve ever needed.”
Her nipples were hardened peaks beneath her thin white bra. Her little pussy was already dripping from the barest of touch.
“My little doll was made for me,” I praised as I reached for a classically Evie-pink dress off the rack.
Evie’s soft eyes and slowed heart rate alerted me that she was already in some level of subspace, her mind flooded with pleasure.
I fucking loved putting her in this headspace, not only because it was sexy, but because I knew how much she needed it. Evie craved moments of reprieve from her compulsive, worry-prone mind. She yearned for the safety of being able to let go and trust me to care for her and protect her in the way past authority figures had failed.
And nothing brought me greater fulfillment than being everything Evie had ever wanted and needed.
I dressed her in the soft pink dress with a sweetheart neckline, grinning when she found hidden pockets perfect for carrying witchy little trinkets and collected herbs or flowers.
I lifted one of her arms, satisfied when Evie left it suspended midair after I removed my touch. I pushed it back down to her side and repeated the move with the other, getting off on her sexy obedience.
She was allowing herself to truly become a doll. Her arousal was potent in her blood, and my fangs pulsed in my gums.
“Good girl,” I praised, guiding her further into this new role.
I gently pulled her to the mirrors, so she could see how breathtaking she looked. She frowned at her dark hair, as if she’d forgotten she was glamoured.
But as soon as she focused on the dress, her whole face lit up. It was the look that made all of this more than worth it.
She’d always wanted to wear pretty dresses when she was a child, forced by her mother to wear dull, conservative black gowns instead. After her escape, it was no wonder she’d gone for soft pastels and florals, intricate corsets and flowing skirts. Evie had always bravely reached for her freedom—her beautiful soul in full bloom.
The last dress was darker than she was used to, but her eyes were quick to fill with gratitude. It was a deep purple, Hekate’s color, a shade of the expansive cosmos. It was also more revealing than Evie typically chose—with a high slit, a deep neckline and a fit that accentuated her curves.
She shivered when I clasped a gold serpent necklace around her neck, my lips skimming the tip of her spine.
“You’re going to wear this to dinner, baby,” I said, waiting for her to nod before continuing. “Then we’re going dancing. And maybe a few other surprises along the way, if you behave.”
My lips met her shoulder next.
“I need to suck your cock,” Evie whispered. “Please.”
I straightened, eyes nearly rolling to the back of my skull. I glanced over my shoulder at the closed door that hadn’t opened since we’d been given privacy.
With a shrug, I unclasped my pants. “We’re already being naughty tonight. Might as well see how far we can take it.”
