Chapter 14
Xander
The scent of soap and flowers emanates from Will’s room. I don’t have to guess—I know I’m smelling Autumn.
Somehow, she’s back. I’ve no idea how, though, because Will wouldn’t have brought her here. Not explicitly against my wishes, not like that.
Which leaves one other possibility: she saw me last night, and her memories returned.
It doesn’t often happen. In fact, it shouldn’t happen.
Despite the fact we can usually count on the oubliette to work, we’ve always been overly cautious with the women we play with.
We prioritize playing with out-of-town visitors, if possible.
And before settling in to a night at Low Vice, we’ll often do a quick search of the crowd to ensure we don’t recognize anyone we’ve played with in the past.
We work hard to keep women from remembering us.
So this, with Autumn, shouldn’t have happened, yet it did, and I am the only one to blame. I let her see me. I fucked up; I broke the oubliette’s spell.
Autumn’s breathy whimper is low and lust-filled. The scent of soap is woven in with Autumn’s jasmine scent, and I can hear water splashing around.
My feet carry me to Will’s room without my permission. I must see what they’re doing.
As soon as I travel through Will’s bedroom, I can see them from the bathroom doorway. They’re in the bathtub, Autumn straddling Will and facing him. Her hair is wet, her skin flushed with heat. Droplets of water glisten on her shoulders, her breasts.
The sight hardens me instantly. His hands are locked at her lower back.
Water sloshes over the sides of the tub as Autumn lifts up and lowers down.
Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted.
Her tiny tits capture my gaze, and my mind flashes back to that night, one week ago, when Will and I bit her on each breast.
There are so many more places I want to bite her, to fuck her. So many more delights we could share.
But I’ve seen how this story ends. I refuse to be a character this time around. I remain where I am, rooted to the floor, pinned to the doorway.
This is a disaster. It’s the worst possible time for her to come into our library, into our lives. Gaius has returned to the United States and is no doubt looking to throw his authority around and shake shit up.
Will whispers something to Autumn, but the words are obliterated by the sloshing of the water.
Autumn looks over and sees me. Her movements don’t slow—she continues riding Will. If anything else, she fucks him harder. She grabs one of his hands and brings it to her chest.
“Imagine he’s in your ass,” Will says in a louder voice, moving his other hand down, his fingers probing the cleft of her backside. “He’s stroking you so sure and strong, in time with me. And you’re taking it like such a good girl because you like pleasing us. Don’t you, little love?”
“Yes—yes, Sir,” she gasps.
My dick, which was already hard, feels like a steel rod in my pants. He’s trying to break me, to force my hand. Fortunately, or unfortunately, it will not work.
“You’re so tight back here,” he says, voice gruff.
“That’s—you shouldn’t put your fingers in there,” Autumn says. “It’s—it’s dirty, Sir.”
“My little love is nice and clean after her bath,” he says, gathering some bath oils to use as lube from the shelf nearest him.
Interesting the tone his words are taking.
Good girl, little love. Fuck. She’s a little girl?
This is even worse. When we hurt her—not if, but when—it’s going to destroy us.
Little girls are more than submissive fuck-friends.
They require care, protection. Something Will and I would love to provide, under normal circumstances.
I’ve never wished so hard to be human as I wish it right now.
“So tight,” Will repeats as he returns his hand to her ass. He doesn’t take his eyes off of Autumn—how could he? But I know he’s saying the words to me as much as to her. She’s so tight, Xander, why don’t you come over here and check it out for yourself?
Manipulative prick.
He’s been toying with her nipples with his other hand, but he travels those fingers up to her neck, angling her head to the side while she rises up and down on his dick.
I need to be in that bathtub with them so fucking bad, I feel I’m going to snap. I clench the doorframe. The wood cracks, splintering in my grip. At the sound, Will looks over at me again. He smiles, fangs extended, before turning back to Autumn. He strokes his fingers along her throat.
“Give me this, love,” he croons. “Give me your blood, and I’ll fill you with my come.”
“Yes,” she says. “Yes, take it.”
He tugs her forward while he rises up. He fastens his fangs to her throat. She rocks up and down and her mouth opens in a pleasure-soaked wail. Pulling back, Will says, “Keep coming, little love. I’ve got you.”
He returns to her neck, sucking away. He won’t take too much, but I watch him and tell myself that’s why. I’m monitoring him, keeping Autumn safe.
Fucking lies. I’m watching because I’m too aroused to pull myself out of this voyeuristic paradise. I’m watching because Autumn opens her eyes, still in the midst of her orgasm, and looks directly at me.
I’m watching because if I make one movement, forward or back, I’m going to go over to the tub, step inside of it, yank down my pants, and stuff my cock in her back hole.
I’m going to relish the way she clenches down and fights my intrusion.
I’m going to relish the pain of how tight she is.
I’m going to fuck her hard, pump her full of my seed, and then bite down on her shoulder, messy and violent, to watch her blood fall and turn the bathwater pink.
And that is why I don’t move. Because she’s a little girl.
Will wants to be her daddy.
And I want to be the monster coming out from under her bed.
Autumn
My orgasm seems to last an eternity. Will comes, too, his cock pulsing within, filling me with his come.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Xander as he stands there watching. He looks tortured. Is watching us really that horrible for him?
Despite the look of torment on his face, his presence heightens everything with Will. I wouldn’t have thought it possible, but knowing someone is here, watching, turns me on even more. Seeing the painful-looking bulge in the front of his pants is the cherry on top.
Note to self: check out the books on exhibitionism in the BDSM room. There has got to be something in there to explain this dynamic.
When my aftershocks finally fade, Will pulls out of me. I feel wet inside and out, full.
“You did so great, love,” Will says, smoothing damp strands of my hair away from my neck. “Let me see to your wound.”
I wait while he investigates the damage. Curious, I look over to see what Xander is doing.
But Xander isn’t in the doorway anymore.
I tell myself that I’m not bothered by his absence.
“Already healing, just as it should,” he murmurs, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Let’s get out of the bath now, and I’ll dry you off, fix you a bite to eat. You’ve not had breakfast yet, have you?”
“No, I haven’t eaten,” I whisper, warmth blossoming in my chest. This is so sweet. No one has ever done this for me. He bathed me, fucked me, and now he’s going to feed me? I need more of this in my life.
“Fuck,” he says. “First we need another bath, love. This water is full of blood and come.”
I laugh. One moment caring, the next moment crass. That seems to be Will’s personality. “All right. Another bath.”
We drain the water, which honestly doesn’t look too bad, but we rinse off again. He takes special care between my legs, rubbing gently with a soft washcloth until I start to squirm.
“Not yet,” he says. “If you’re good during breakfast, maybe I’ll reward you.”
So. Fucking. Hot. “Okay. I mean, yes, Sir.”
He nods, pleased.
We get out of the bath and he starts to dry me off first, even though he’s dripping all over the bath mat.
“I can do this,” I say, trying to take the towel from him.
He holds tightly to the towel. “Don’t deny me the opportunity to care for you.”
The words are intense, his voice low. He really means this; he isn’t teasing.
“Yes, Sir,” I say.
Wrapping the towel around me, he uses the ends to pull me close to him, and he kisses my cheek. “I’m so happy you came back, Autumn.”
I watch his face, those pretty blue eyes shining with emotion. The rough, square angles of his jaw, the furrow in his brow. His broad shoulders bunch with tension as he holds me in place.
“I want to take care of you. It means a few things. I want you to stay with us. I want to feed you. Shelter you. Protect you. Punish you when you misbehave. Give you as many orgasms as you want when you’re a good girl.” He pauses, takes a breath. “It’s a lot to ask of you. But will you let me?”
Will I let this handsome vampire move me into his library and take care of me?
I doubt he means forever, but I very much need somewhere to stay.
I can still work at the pub and save money for whatever comes next, provided I start being more careful with my appearance so I’m not discovered and reported to Dale.
“Yes,” I say. “You can take care of me.”
“Good girl.” He kisses me, his lips soft.
After he pulls away, I ask, “What about Xander?”
“What about him?”
“Well,” I say, “I don’t want to get in the middle of your bromance or anything.”
“Bromance?” Will smiles.
“Yeah. You guys are bros. Or…boyfriends?” They hadn’t seemed interested in each other when I was with them, but who knows what they’re like when I’m not around?
“We aren’t boyfriends,” he says, “or lovers. We like sharing and dominating women. We’re tied together by our bonds, as well.”
He leads me to the bedroom where he finds a t-shirt for me to wear, and a pair of pants and a shirt for himself. “Sorry, love. I don’t have any pants that will fit you. Although I’m not all that sorry, to be quite honest.”
“It’s okay.” I like the long-sleeved shirt he gave me. It’s soft and it smells foresty, like him. And I like the way he looks at my bare legs.
“What do you mean by your bonds?” I ask.
“It has to do with vampires. I can tell you more later. First, you eat.”
We start to leave the bedroom. I squeak in surprise, though, because Xander is waiting right there in Will’s office.
“I need a word,” Xander says.
“Just one moment, love,” Will says to me, before following Xander into the hallway.
A minute ticks past on Will’s wall clock.
Then another. I take the time to appreciate this office, which looks like a throwback to the early twentieth century with its sturdy furniture and posh grandpa vibes.
I want to snicker at that thought. What would Will think if I said his office had posh grandpa vibes?
Their voices are getting louder, and I try to ignore them. But then Will almost shouts, “I would rather die than hurt her!”
I knew they were talking about me. Now I don’t even try to ignore what they’re saying.
“You would rather fuck her than let her live her soft, short human life,” Xander replies. “She would be happier without us and yet you keep dragging her back.”
“She remembered us,” Will says. “Why do you think that is? I know she never saw me. So tell me, friend. Did you follow her?”
Xander is quiet.
I hold my breath. Did Xander follow me? What does it mean if he did? I thought he hated me.
“Get rid of the mouse,” Xander says, his voice so low and quiet I can barely hear the words.
“No.”
The door slams. Silence, the absence of sound, seems to echo from the hall and bang around like a void, sucking up the air and noise.
Did Xander leave? Did they both leave? Maybe they’ve both decided I’m too much trouble.
They wouldn’t be wrong.
I wait a long moment before venturing into the hall.
Will is there, but Xander is gone.
I hope you enjoyed the first installment of this series!