by Sophie Stern
“On your back,” he murmured. She complied, arranging herself in the middle of the bed, and he climbed over her. Samuel slid back inside her tight channel, fucking her slowly now, deeply.
Celia was close to coming. She could feel the orgasm building inside of her. She had only felt like this one other time, but it hadn’t been this intense, this passionate. Her whole body tightened as Samuel moved over her. He nipped at her neck and shoulders, teasing her. He kissed her lips and she knew they were plump and swollen from their shared passion.
“I’m going to bite you,” he whispered in her ear, licking her lobe slowly.
“I know.”
“It’s going to hurt.”
“It’s okay.”
“I’ll make it feel better.”
“You don’t have to.”
And then he did it. Celia closed her eyes. She didn’t see his fangs elongate, didn’t see him move closer to her, but she felt him. His cock was throbbing inside of her and he was holding her tightly to himself. Then he slid his tongue over her neck, wetting the spot he planned to bite her.
Celia thought in that moment she’d never felt quite so alive or cherished. It was strange, really. She was in a vampire’s bed about to be vampire food, and all she could think about was how special and perfect and naughty she felt. She had searched for a long time to find something that filled her in this way, but she’d never found it. Not until now.
Drinking, random hookups, even the occasional recreational drug: none of them had made her feel the way Samuel was making her feel in this moment. Those things had numbed her momentarily, but Samuel was igniting her. He was bringing her to life. He was forcing her to feel.
Then his teeth were inside of her. The pain of his sharp canines breaking her skin was harsh and fast. She gasped at the intrusion, at the feeling of his teeth inside of her, and she arched up against his body.
Samuel began to suck from her, and that’s when everything became hazy. That’s when everything began to feel good. That’s when Celia’s body began to spiral out of control.
She climaxed, coming hard against him. She clenched his cock between her legs and cried out as the orgasm washed over her body. Oh, it had never been like this before. Even when she’d been with the other vampire, with Toby, it had never been like this.
She was drugged, high on him, and nothing would ever compare to the way being with Samuel felt.
Celia was aware of everything in that moment: the way his dick continued to pulse inside of her, the way his breath felt on her neck, the way his nails dug into her skin. Her entire life paused and then, just as suddenly as it had stopped, it began again.
Samuel came inside of her, filling her with his seed. His cock hardened and pulsed and she felt every bit of it between her legs. She cried out, gripping his yellow hair with her hands. He took her wrists and pinned them above her head, drinking from her as he came inside of her.
And then it was over.
It was done.
She was his completely and forever.
He sealed the puncture wounds with his tongue. The healing components in his saliva began to work immediately and Celia could feel her skin closing back together. She doubted she’d even have a scar. In a few seconds, there would be no evidence she’d ever been fed from.
The only thing she’d have to remember were the memories they made tonight.
And Celia never wanted to forget.
***
He lay in bed for a long time after she fell asleep. He didn’t let his dolls sleep with him. Ever. That was nonnegotiable, not that anything ever was negotiable with Samuel. That wasn’t the way he worked. Vampire Lords were unmovable and harsh. They had to be in order to survive. He had an entire mansion of beasts who would be ready to take his place if he showed even the slightest weakness.
Something told Samuel he had found his weakness.
He didn’t want to like Celia, didn’t want to feel this close to her. He didn’t want to have the urge to protect her, yet he did. She was unlike anyone he’d ever met and their connection had been instant. She was fierce and brave, but soft and submissive. When it came to him, he knew she’d do anything he wanted, anything he needed.
And what he needed was her: all of her.
He shouldn’t feel this way.
Couldn’t.
Fucking Gordon.
What the fuck was he thinking, bringing this sweet girl back to him? She was a doll: nothing more. He couldn’t allow himself to feel anything for her. He already did, though. He already wanted to protect her, care for her. He already wanted everything she could give him.
And that frightened Samuel more than he was ready to admit.
Harper had fucked him up, broken him. Harper had been everything to him and then she was gone. There was a reason there weren’t more female vampires. There was a reason he wasn’t supposed to turn people, especially not women.
Never women.
Samuel got up and put on his robe. He needed to think and he couldn’t do that around her. He looked back at Celia once more, spread out on the bed. Her dark hair looked lovely sprawled across the red pillowcase. He wanted to stay with her in bed forever, but that couldn’t happen.
He couldn’t let it.
He might be a king without a queen, but there was a reason he was alone. He might never be able to tell Celia the truth. He might never be able to make her understand why tonight couldn’t happen again. He couldn’t feed from her anymore. She would have to go back to the doll room.
She would have to.
He left the bedroom and closed the door quietly behind him. As Samuel walked down the hallway, he allowed his thoughts to drift. It had been years since Harper died, but it felt like only a day. She had been sweet and tender, like Celia, but she hadn’t been as strong. He already knew that. He had loved Harper more deeply than his cold heart should have allowed, but he couldn’t argue with the way he felt.
She had been his darling.
“Don’t do it,” Gordon said, coming to walk alongside Samuel.
“Don’t do what?” Samuel growled.
“Whatever it is you’re thinking about. I know that look. You’re going to regret it.”
“Don’t fuck with me.”
“Let’s get a drink.”
“Fine.”
Samuel knew his friend was going to start hammering on about something and he could use a drink if he was going to have to deal with Gordon. Gordon wasn’t the type of vamp to just forget. He wasn’t going to let Samuel move on and start fucking the other dolls again.
Gordon knew exactly what he was doing when he brought Celia home. He knew exactly how Samuel would react when he heard about her plight. He knew Samuel was a big fucking softie when it came to a woman in need.
That had always been his problem, hadn’t it?
He had tried to save Harper and now he was going to try to save Celia. No, he wasn’t. He wasn’t even going to cry. He had barely survived Harper’s death and now he couldn’t allow himself to feel. He couldn’t allow himself to spend too much time thinking about Celia. If he did, he might sink into her and never come up for air.
He might never leave his bedroom again.
They reached the sitting room and Gordon pushed the door open. Samuel walked in and headed straight for the bar at the back. He ignored the vampires in various states of undress around the room. This was the unofficial party room. This was where the fun happened. This was where the magic began.
Luke and Tony were side-by-side on one of the sofas with dolls riding them. Their fangs were sunk into the girls’ necks and judging by the contented expressions on everyone’s faces, they were all happy with the arrangement. Another girl was blowing a vamp in the corner and there were a few random vamps talking by the fireplace.
Samuel grabbed a bottle of bloodwine and poured himself a glass. He downed it much too quickly. The alcohol slid smoothly down his throat, but it wasn’t her. It wasn’t Celia. It didn’t taste like her.
/> And that was what he wanted. He wanted her: more of her, all of her. He hated he felt that way, but he did. He couldn’t change the way he felt. Not at this moment. Not at all. Not ever.
“She got into your head,” Gordon said.
“You fucking think?” He poured another glass, drank it. Samuel started to pour a third, but Gordon took the bottle away and set it back on the bar.
“Enough,” Gordon said. “Sit down.”
He pushed Samuel into a chair, then snapped his fingers. Jade appeared at his side and looked up at him.
“Master?” She whispered.
“I think Samuel needs some assistance, doll,” he whispered, but even Samuel wasn’t drunk enough to miss the way he looked at Jade. There was affection there, devotion. If Samuel didn’t know Gordon better, he’d say he felt something more than just hunger for Jade.
“Of course.” Jade climbed on Samuel’s lap and straddled him. She pressed her lips to his ear, then whispered. “How can I be of assistance, Samuel?”
But when Samuel closed his eyes, it was Celia he saw: not Jade.
Not anyone else.
Only her.
He growled in frustration, but sat still as Jade began to grind on him, dancing slowly. She was wearing only a bra and panties, and her soft skin glowed in the pale light of the room. He held onto her waist as she danced, pressing her breasts against him. She whispered things to him, things he wouldn’t be able to remember later, but that made him feel good in the moment. Still, he imagined it was Celia whispering, he thought of her soft body pressing against him. He closed his eyes and breathed, focused only on the way he felt.
And when he opened his eyes, Celia was standing in front of him.
Twelve
Celia had never been so turned on.
She leaned against Gordon. He held her in place as she watched Jade dancing on Samuel. The woman turned to smile back at her, then returned her attention to the vampire in front of her. Jade looked like a perfect wanton, rubbing against Samuel in only her lace undergarments.
“Look at them,” Gordon whispered against her ear. Celia opened her eyes and watched. She’d never seen anything like this. She always knew vampires were intensely sexual beings, but she never imagined she could feel this aroused.
Jade slowly moved her hips in lazy circles, raising her pelvis up and down on Samuel’s hardened cock. His robe had fallen open, exposing his length. He was hard, pressed up against Jade. The only thing separating them was the thin fabric of her panties, and Celia could see how wet they were.
Jade could feel every bit of Samuel.
“Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Gordon whispered. Celia had put her dress back on before wandering out of the room, and Gordon unlaced the shoulder straps to let the dress fall off of her. Now she was naked, too, watching Jade and Samuel.
Gordon held her in place with one hand on her waist. With the other, he began to play gently with her nipples. He stroked them softly at first, until they were hard and perky. Then he began to pinch her pink little nipples, twisting them a little.
He bit her neck, licked up to her ear.
“Tell me she’s beautiful,” he whispered.
“She’s fucking beautiful,” Celia said. She couldn’t move her eyes away. A song was playing: one she didn’t know. She couldn’t hear the words, couldn’t think straight. The only thing she could see was Jade dancing on Samuel.
The only thing she could see was the beauty.
“Go to her,” Gordon whispered. He let go of her breasts, ran his hands slowly down the side of her body to her waist. Then he licked her shoulder once more. “Go to Jade, beautiful.”
He released her. Her bare feet padded across the soft carpet until she was right behind Jade. Samuel’s hands were still on Jade, but his eyes were on Celia.
Celia ran her hands down Jade’s hair, gently tugging on the curls. Jade looked over her shoulder and Celia claimed her mouth in a soft kiss.
“Oh, fuck,” Gordon said from behind them. Celia just kissed Jade harder. She’d never been with a woman before. She’d always thought it would be sexy, beautiful, fun. It had just never happened. Now, though, she was being given permission. She could do anything in this moment. She could anything and it would be okay.
All the memories from her past were fading. Maybe it had something to do with Samuel’s saliva on her skin. Maybe it had to do with him coming inside of her. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he had fucked everyone else out of her mind and all she could see was him.
All she could see was this moment and all the ones that would come after.
Celia broke the kiss and ran her fingers down Jade’s spine. Jade turned back to Samuel and leaned toward him, pressing her chest against his. Celia undid Jade’s bra, slid it down her arms, and tossed it aside.
Now she could touch her friend’s breasts, could feel them heavy and full in her hands. Celia’s own breasts were small compared to Jade. She liked the difference, she liked seeing how big tits felt in her hands. Celia pressed up against Jade’s back and began to suck and nibble on her neck.
“You’re fucking beautiful,” she murmured. “Gorgeous. Perfect. Sweet.” Jade reached back and grabbed Celia’s neck, held her gently as she continued to grind against Samuel.
Then Celia felt Gordon pressed up against her back once more.
“The poor bastard is going to blow his load if you ladies don’t give him a little relief,” he said with a chuckle.
“Good idea,” Jade said, wiggling off of his lap. She turned to Celia, whispered in her ear, and Celia nodded. Turning, they both knelt in front of Samuel. His eyes opened wide, but he didn’t protest. He couldn’t. Not in this moment, not now. Celia was his queen and he, her king.
She was going to bow to him, to give him everything she had. She leaned forward first, sucking his cock into her mouth. She felt Jade beside her, licking his balls. Together, they were going to bring him off. Together, they were going to torment and play with him.
Side-by-side, they kissed and sucked Samuel. His hands were in their hair and on their cheeks, and soon he was close.
Celia felt a tug on her hair. Gordon yanked on her hair, pulling her to her knees in front of Samuel.
“Kneel for him,” he whispered.
Jade and Celia held hands as Samuel took his length in his hand. He watched them, looking at them with an expression Celia couldn’t quite place. Excitement, happiness, contentedness? He looked sated. He looked sultry. He looked lusty as he jerked himself to completion, spurting on their breasts.
“Good girls,” Gordon said from behind them. His voice was full of satisfaction, like a teacher congratulating a student on a job well done.
“You’ve made a mess,” Samuel said, looking at Celia. She looked down. Sure enough, she and Jade both had semen on their chests. “Clean each other up,” he said. Celia didn’t hesitate. She leaned over and began lapping the sticky cream from Jade, who cleaned Celia in turn.
When they were done, Gordon took Jade to the corner and snuggled her, fed from her, and brought her to orgasm. Celia sat on Samuel’s lap for awhile, watching the other couple.
“She’s beautiful,” Celia murmured.
“So are you,” Samuel asked. “Did you like seeing me with another woman?”
“Yes.” She didn’t think she would, didn’t think she was supposed to, but she had. Watching Jade touch Samuel, seeing her dance, had turned Celia on more than she’d ever been before. She was wet and aroused, especially now that she was watching Gordon play with Jade like she was a little toy.
“Celia,” Samuel gripped her chin, turned her gaze back to him. “I’m not monogamous. I never will be.”
“Okay,” she whispered, because she knew what he was saying. He was putting into words what she was thinking. He was telling her he liked her, maybe even loved her in his own way, but they would never have the type of exclusive relationship she was used to. He wasn’t human. Not anymore.
For him, sex and feeding we
nt hand-in-hand. For him, being with one person would never be enough. He was giving her an out, a choice. He was letting her know she had a decision to make. She could take him as he was, or she could not. It was all up to her.
And strangely, when she nodded, when she ceded to him, Celia had never felt more at ease.
Thirteen
Living in the mansion was different than she expected. The other dolls weren’t jealous or weird or awkward. Obviously, they all slept with different vampires and some of them slept with the same ones, but no one seemed to behave uncomfortably about it. No one made anyone else feel strange. It was simply a normal part of the house.
There were other dolls aside from Tasha, Jade, and Ariana. Many of them spent their time with specific vampires in the mansion. Henry was one of the few male dolls. There were no female vampires, but some of the male vamps preferred male blood dolls and Samuel believed in having different dolls available for any particular taste.
Not all humans liked to drink the same liquor, he told Celia. Why would blood be any different?
There were dolls with different body sizes and hairstyles and fashion sense. There was a punk doll and a goth doll and one who looked like she belonged in a sorority house. There were a couple who were petite and a few who were curvy.
Celia liked all of them.
The dolls were buddies, companions. There was no darker side to living in the house. They had all come to the house in different ways and from different places, but they were all there now, and they all had the same future.
When Celia wasn’t with Samuel, she explored the mansion. She got to know it fairly well. There were no secret passageways or forbidden chambers or dark dungeons, but there were rooms with different themes and private bedrooms and large entertainment rooms.
“What are all the rooms for?” Celia asked one day. She and Samuel were walking to his office.
