Page 9 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
He pulls out in a slow, slow drag, then thrusts in again.My fingers flex on the granite ledge.I want to touch him, I want to touch myself.
“Don’t let go of that counter, little girl, or you’ll feel the wooden spoon on your ass.”
A part of me is tempted, so very tempted, to let go of the counter, to see if he’d really spank me with the spoon.I bet I would like it.But when he pushes my head forward, saying, “Watch, baby.Watch how you take Daddy’s cock,” I can only watch the slow glide of his shaft, in and out of my body.I forget everything.
Everything, except for him.
Because right now as he fills me up, stretches me?He’s my Daddy, and Daddy is my world.
It’s so.Fucking.Good.
When he urges me to come all over Daddy’s cock, I do it.And when he pleads with me, tracing the side of my neck with his fingertips, begging for my blood, I tell him it’s his; I’m his.
He bites down, and I come and I come and I come.
We clean up.Eat.He takes me to his bedroom and tucks me in.
We never did fully discuss the issues with the guy Xander was worried about.We never discussed the issues Will is having with Xander, either.
As I drift off to sleep, I wonder if he didn’t distract me from all of our troubles on purpose.It wasveryeffective, but there’s no denying Xander is worried, and I can’t help but wonder if Will and I shouldn’t be worried, too.
Autumn
The next day, I have to venture out for clothes.I need a bank account, too, so I can deposit my first check from Bartleby’s.When I asked to be paid in cash, Kevin shook his head.“I wish I could help you, but I would get audited for that, and it’s more trouble than I can handle, sorry.”
A bank account is surprisingly straightforward, and once it’s set, I walk on foot to the nearest budget department store.I need underwear, pants, shirts.
I wander through the women’s clothing section, tempted to blow all of my money on a gorgeous dress.It’s black and sort of gothic looking with a fitted bodice, but the skirt flares out in a very cute, girlish way.I think Will would like to see me in it.
But I’m a sensible girl and strapped for cash, so I bypass it and fill my arms with sensible things.
A young woman with a kid on her hip is also browsing the clothing section.I catch her glance at me once, but when I look over a second time, she carefully looks away.
Frowning to myself, I move to another section of clothes, examining the selection of swimwear and watching the woman from the corner of my eye.
She keeps looking at me.
I’m wearing the reading glasses the lady gave me at the bus station.I’m wearing her skirt.My hair is pulled up into a baseball cap.It should be enough to keep people from doing a double-take when they see me, right?
Wrong.
The woman ambles over, an apologetic smile on her face.The little kid, who looks maybe a year old, blinks at me.
“Sorry for staring,” the woman says.“You just look so much like that girl on TV.”
“Um…what?”I say, heart pounding.
Hefting her kid from one hip to the other, she says, “You know, Autumn Livingston?”
What should I do?Play dumb?No, that wouldn’t work.“I get that all the time,” I say with a laugh.“I mean, ever since the news, you know?”
“Yeah.”She laughs.Then she leans in close, frowning.“If youareher, are you in trouble?”
I shake my head, step back, try to put some distance between us.The expression on her face is all concern, but what if this woman needs money?She could report me, take that reward money Dale set up.Ten thousand dollars isn’t nothing.
“Sorry,” I say, “I gotta go.”
“I didn’t mean to scare you,” she blurts.“I won’t say anything.”
