“Yes.”
“It’s your job to please me. You’ll do whatever I say, and you’ll obey me when I tell you to.”
“I understand.”
“Right now, your job is to forget about proper protocol.”
“Colin?”
“Forget about manners. Forget about what’s socially acceptable. There’s nothing socially acceptable about being the blood doll to a Vampire Lord, now is there?”
She paused for a moment, thinking about this. Even if she’d grown up in Darkvale, which I suspected she had, there was a certain amount of mystery that surrounded the vampires. She might actually not know what types of things we liked. She might not know that some of us kept dolls around. In this city, it had to be consensual. I didn’t let people take humans to be their blood slaves. Some people had kinks, though, and they worked that out of their system through some good old-fashioned human on vampire lovemaking.
Who was I to deny anyone that?
“No,” she finally said. “I suppose it’s not proper.”
“I’m going to feed from you,” I told her.
“Here?”
“Yes.”
“Do you often...do you usually...”
“Spit it out, Juliet.”
“Do you take a lot of showers?”
“I shower every day, Juliet.”
“Do you often take showers with humans?”
“No,” I told her. “You’re the very first one.”
It was true. I preferred to feed from the blood I acquired from our hospital. I liked the range of blood that was available. I liked that humans were treated for illnesses prior to donating blood. I liked that we had a team of medical professionals who were able to carefully assess the humans before, during, and after their donations.
The way the city was run made sense to me. It worked. I didn’t need my plans screwed up. There was no need for me to feed directly from a living human. I didn’t bring girls home. I wasn’t ashamed of sex and I’d had plenty of it with girls like Juliet, but I didn’t bring them to my mansion. This was my haven. After my wife had passed away, I hadn’t been celibate, but I also hadn’t been as playful as I once was.
“Why me?” She whispered.
Juliet’s words were quiet, forced. She sounded pained and excited at the same time. Based on her scent, I’d say she was definitely excited and a little bit turned on.
“You fucked up my order, Juliet,” I reminded her. “That pisses me off.”
“You should have included a note,” she said.
“Spread your legs.”
Without another word, she did, and I knelt down behind her in the shower.
“What are you doing?” She whispered, looking over her shoulder at me.
She thought I was going to lick her pussy. I was tempted to. She was quivering a little bit. Her knees were weak. She was turned on, and I knew that if I leaned forward and licked her soft lips, she’d be wet for me. She’d be aroused and turned on, and I’d be able to have an incredible taste of the deliciousness that was Miss Juliet.
“I’m not going to eat your pussy,” I told her. “I’m going to feed from you.”
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