Page 17 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
I practically float out of the library and back to the door to Will and Xander’s apartment.As soon as I knock, Will lets me in.
“Did you find the book?”he asks as he shuts the door behind me.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say.
His smile is wicked.“Good girl.Did you eat lunch?”
“No.I forgot.”
He fixes me a sandwich.It isn’t a basic PB&J like I would’ve made for myself, but a gourmet-looking concoction with basil, tomato, and mozzarella.
“Thank you,” I say once I’m finished.
“You’re welcome, love.”He leans back against the counter.“Did you like what you read today?”
“Yeah.There were some things I wouldn’t want to do, like anything really baby-like, you know?”
He nods.“All right.What do you want to try?”
“I like it when you take care of me, when you tell me what to do.I like the idea of punishments, maybe?And…” I can’t help but press my legs together at the forbidden images that flash through my head.
“And, what?”he asks, intently staring at me.
“And…I like the idea of misbehaving, and of you punishing me by corrupting me.I like the idea of being your little love and you can’t help but touch me even if it’s wrong.”
“Fuck,” he says, closing his eyes.“Fuck, I love those things too, little one.Come over here and give Daddy a hug.”
I step into his arms.He lowers his mouth to mine in a slow, languorous kiss, his tongue stroking, his teeth nipping my lip.I moan and press myself harder against him.He deepens the kiss, lifting up my shirt.
“Daddy,” I whisper, reaching for his belt.“I need you.”
“Oh, are we fucking already?”Xander’s voice comes from behind me.
I turn around in Will’s arms to see Xander yanking off his shirt.He carefully folds it and sets it on one of the barstools at the kitchen island.His muscles ripple, showing off that sexy tattoo.
But he’s filthy.Rude.Maybe his humiliating words turned me on last time, but I’m not doing that again, not when he disappears afterward without reassuring me.Both men can say whatever they want during sex, Iwantto be their little sex toy.I want them to humiliate and degrade me.But after, when it’s only Will telling me how wonderful and beautiful I am, and Xander fucks off to god knows where?Nope.
Xander went too far.
“I’m not fucking you today,” I tell him.
He stops, fingers on the waistband of his jeans.“What?”
It takes me a moment to find my voice.A part of me wants to submit no matter what.But a larger part just can’t do it.“I don’t want to share my body or my blood with you.”
His head cants to the side in momentary confusion.I wonder if he’ll push it, if he’ll make me use my safe word.But he simply nods once, a single, rough movement.He grabs his shirt, then turns around and leaves the room.
I had a boyfriend in college who would alternate between the seven stages of grief if I ever had the audacity to not put out.He’d try it all—bargaining, disbelief, anger, and everything else in between.When he finally reached acceptance, it was always a grudging acceptance, and he could sulk for days afterward.It did wonders for my libido.Killing it, I mean.
But Xander just…leaves.Is it really that easy to say no?It feels too good to be real.
Xander
I deserve this punishment.I know it, Autumn knows it, Will knows it.Listening to their sounds in the kitchen, the hitch of her breath, the groan Will always makes when he finally sinks deep into a woman, the slapping sounds of their skin meeting on each thrust…fuck.
“Are you going to come for Daddy?”Will asks.
“I don’t—I don’t know if I can,” she answers, her voice small.
