Page 14 of A Vow for the Vamp
This fuckingbrat.
Once the dress is in a puddle on the ground, I remove my bra and panties. Teddy sucks in a sharp breath only he’d be able to hear if it wasn’t for my enhanced hearing—one of the side effects of vampirism.
“Tell me,” I say and drop to my hands and knees.
He purses his lips, considering not saying anything, but I refuse to move unless he speaks. He narrows his eyes, letting me know I’ll be punished for my disobedience.
I look forward to it.
“I grew up in a loving home, but my parents were very strict. They didn’t allow me to watch TV or play video games. All I had was music.”
Okay, that makes sense why he loves music so much.
I begin crawling towards him slowly, so I can hear the rest of the story.
“They controlled everything I did, down to the friends I was allowed to have. I couldn’t date. I didn’t even lose my virginity until college.”
He watches my every move, his breathing becoming labored and his heartbeat erratic.
Music to my ears.
“Fucking one person wasn’t enough. I needed more, almost like I had to prove myself… to prove I was normal after the way I was raised. I became addicted to sex. I mean, not to a point that I needed help, but I fucked a lot. Women. Men. I love giving pleasure to my partners, but in my own way. A way that I can control.”
He sounds like me. I spent too many years being controlled by Henry. Then, when I became free of him, Iwanted to live my life on my terms, and that included exploring my sexuality.
I reach Teddy on the couch, placing my hands on his meaty thighs. I rub them up and down.
“Then tell me what to do, Theodore.”
Chapter 4 – Teddy
Theodore.
That’s the second time she’s called me that.
Growing up, I hated it. My parents punished me with that name. Once I moved away to college and gained my freedom, I became Teddy.
Yet hearing Millie call me Theodore doesn’t upset me or trigger all those painful childhood memories.
It’s almost like she’s redefining that part of my life. Making it hers.
Making it ours.
Millie reaches for my jeans and locks eyes with me. She slowly slides the zipper open, and I lift my hips to help her tug down the material, along with my boxer briefs. My hard dick springs free.
“Do you want me to suck your cock? Let you come down my throat?”
I groan and stop her hands from wrapping around my shaft.
“While I love seeing you on your knees before me… I’d much rather your first orgasm be from riding me. I want to see your face when you fall apart.”
This woman will be my undoing. I rarely meet someone who’s as comfortable in their own skin and sexuality as I am. She knows what she wants.
She knows exactly what she’s doing.
“May I mount you then,sir?”
I narrow my eyes at the way she says sir.
