Page 11 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
He says, “Fake nose ring.And that last box is a different set of glasses—the lenses won’t affect your vision.They’ll also frame your face better.”
“Thank you,” I say, setting the bag down.“This was really thoughtful.”
He takes me in his arms.“I don’t want my little girl scared all the time.This should help.”
“It will.”I hold up a box of blond hair dye.“What do you say?Want to help me with my hair?”
He grins.“Only if you’re naked while we do it.We don’t want to stain your clothes.”
The vampire always seems to want me naked.Of course.I go along with it, though, because he is so generous with his praise.
We laugh through the steps of mixing the bleach powder and separating strands of my hair.I’ve never dyed my hair before, so the entire process is new to me.
There’s alsothe fact that I don’t have any clothes on, other than a towel wrapped around my shoulders to keep any bleached hair from touching my skin while we work.
Will gives his bleach-covered gloves a good glower.“I want to play with your tits, make you squirm.I want to touch you.”
“Later,” I say with a wink.
He drops to his knees in front of me, a self-satisfied smile on his face.“I don’t have to use my hands to touch you, love.”
I gasp when he licks and kisses from my knee upward.
“Hold onto the counter,” he says, voice dark.
I lean over the sink.It isn’t lost on me that just last night, I was bent in a similar way over the kitchen counter.Only this time, he’s in front of me.And his mouth is—
“Oh, fuck,” I moan.Lust.Pure lust.It’s in his eyes, it’s building within my core.A clenching, pulsing heat, growing with every lash of his tongue over my clit.
My legs shake, my body shudders.Relief is just within reach.A few more strokes of his tongue, and—
The timer on his phone goes off.
“Ignore it,” I gasp.
“We’ll revisit this later,” he says, giving my pussy a long, tantalizing lick.
“Wait—no—Daddy—” I start, ready to beg.
He laughs as he stands up.“We need to rinse your hair now.”
“Noooo, dammit, no, wait, it’s fine, come back.”I don’t care if the bleach fries my hair clear off—I want his mouth on me, right where it was.
Ignoring my protests, he leans me so my head is over the sink and turns on the water.Chemical scents fill my nose as he rinses everything out, his fingers massaging the locks of my hair carefully, methodically.
I definitely need him back between my legs where we left off, but this is also pretty fucking great.I close my eyes.If I were a cat, I would be purring.
Will goes completely still, his hands cradling my head, fingers against my scalp.Why did he stop moving?All I can hear is the rushing water, but he turns it off and otherwise remains frozen behind me.
“Will?”I ask, turning my head awkwardly so I can look around at him.
Jaw tight, he says, “Wait here.Stay quiet.Don’t move.”
“What?What’s going on?”
His head is canted to the side.He’s listening to something too quiet for human ears.My heart begins to thrum in my chest.
“Will, please,” I whisper.
