Page 8 of Ouch! My Vampire Doms Don't Sparkle
He curls his hand in my hair, tugging gently.The control he exerts, the dominance, it makes me so wet, I can feel my panties sticking to my pussy lips.I want to touch myself while I blow him.As I reach my free hand to the apex of my thighs, he grins.“Horny, dirty little girl.Can’t help but touch yourself, can you?”
The chastising tone, the mocking glint in his eyes, they make me even wetter.I can’t speak, but I make an “mm-hmm” sound to tell him he’s right, even as my face burns with embarrassment.I rub myself through my jeans.It’s just as he said—I can’t help it.Especially when he talks to me like this.
“So naughty,” he says.“I’ll have to punish you for those filthy thoughts you’re having.”
I suck him harder, wanting to please him, wanting to get him off so he’ll punish me faster.
“Take it like a good girl,” he rasps, holding my head still and fucking my mouth.
Pressing the heel of my hand over my sadly-jean-covered pussy, I try to get some relief.If I could hit the seam of my jeans just right—
“Enough,” he says.
When I don’t immediately stop sucking him or touching myself, he tightens his fist in my hair.A delicate pain spreads over my scalp.I pull away from him, smacking my lips and staring into his intense blue eyes.“Sorry, Daddy,” I whisper.
Will I ever stop feeling a thrill when I call him that?Doubtful.
My fingers twitch, wanting to return to my pussy.
“You need to listen to me,” he says, voice gruff.“If you don’t, you’ll get punished.”
I wiggle in place.I like the sound of some punishment.Maybe I did a little too much reading in the library’s BDSM room, I don’t know, but I glance around, wishing Will and Xander had some of the furniture I read about.A spanking bench, for starters, but what I’d love to do is have Will spread me out and tie me to a St.Andrew’s cross.
“Are you paying attention, love?”he asks.
I shake myself from my fantasies, because there’s a real-life fantasy right here in front of me.“I’m paying attention,” I say.
“Good.Listen carefully.Stand up.Strip out of the rest of your clothes.Then turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
3
Autumn
Will stands in front of me, waiting.His dick is still out, jutting forward and ready.I want to put him in my mouth again, but I know more good things are in store for me if I do as he asked.
What did he ask for, though?
I send him a questioning look, and he points to the kitchen counter behind me.
Get naked.Hands on counter.Right.
I hurry to comply, undressing in the uncompromising cool temperature of the basement kitchen.Cold air caresses my bare skin, but as I place my hands on the granite surface, I immediately feel Will’s warm palms smoothing over my body.It’s both soothing and arousing at once.He uses his knee to spread my thighs.Then he lifts his knee higher.He rubs it, rough with the fabric of his jeans, against my bare pussy.
The friction sends a torrent of delight through me.I moan and rock my hips back.“More…please.”
He chuckles.“Greedy thing.”
“Please,” I whisper.
The rough jeans leave me, but they’re quickly replaced with the smooth head of Will’s cock.
“Your cunt’s so hot, little love.”He presses inside.
I gasp, feeling full, lit up from within.
“So wet,” he says, reaching around to my front to touch my clit and the outer lips of my pussy.“All this is for me, little one?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
