by May Sage
That was good.
Her moan surprised her, making her smile. Another hand tentatively touched her nipples. That was getting better.
She'd been masturbating for a good five minutes when she realized she recognized the face of the guy she imagined in her mind right now.
Hell. That old vampire.
She might have chastised herself for it, but she could understand the fascination.
He had been hot.
Most vampires loved to fit the stereotype, with dark, edgy clothing; capes, sometimes. He'd worn a smart, sharp light blue suit, and his golden hair had been a mess – he rocked the just fucked look.
Shit. What a poor excuse for a human she was, lusting after someone who saw her as an entertaining toy, or maybe an appetizer.
She'd decided to take a shower when the door of her bedroom opened; no knock, so she immediately dropped to her knees, her head low.
Another human would have asked permission to enter; they respected each other.
She wondered who it could be; Vincent himself, or one of the servants who had permission to enjoy whomever they pleased?
“Get up.”
For the first time since she'd been brought to the house, she failed to obey an order; instead, she lifted her head and stared, open mouthed in shock.
It was him. The sexy ancient.
“Do you have clothes here?”
It took her a while, but she managed to gather her wits, and nodded.
Sometimes, when they were having a formal ball, Vincent liked to show her off with clothing. Of a sort.
“Then get dressed. We don't have a lot of time.”
Finally finding her voice, she replied:
“I don't understand.”
Then, with a few simple words, he forever changed her world. For better or worse, she couldn't yet tell.
“I've bought you.”
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