Blood Dolls by Sophie Stern Read Free Book Online

While the other men had been fast and sloppy, the undead man had been slow and tender. He had been patient. He had been attentive. She had experienced an orgasm during sex for the very first time and somehow, that was something she’d never been able to achieve again.
    She would never forget, but she wondered if that meant she was tainted.
    Blood dolls were sometimes virgins, but they were always vampire virgins. The master of the house was the one who took the doll for the first time. That was simply the way these things worked.
    “Tell me what happened,” Samuel said.
    “I was at a bar,” Celia said, and she had the decency to blush. It made her seem like such a whore, like such an easy mark. She was young and broken and sad, and she had gone to a bar to find someone. Anyone. “He came up to me and we spoke. I had a few more drinks. Then we left together.”
    “He didn’t drink?”
    “No.”
    “Didn’t that seem strange to you, being at a bar?”
    “I suppose it did a little, but when I thought about it later, obviously, it made sense. He didn’t want to numb his senses before sex. He wanted to get the full enjoyment of my blood. Since I was drinking, my blood would be alcoholic enough to get him buzzed.”
    “What happened next?” Samuel asked. He was still standing. Gordon stopped squatting and rose back to his full height. He stood beside Samuel. Together, they made quite the pair. Celia wondered for a moment if they ever took women together, if they ever shared. Was that something they were interested in? Was that something she was interested in?
    Despite her exploits, despite the random people she’d hooked up with, she didn’t feel that experienced. Aside from her one night with a vamp, her hookups had all been remarkably boring. Tab A goes in Slot B, kissing ensures, and then it’s over. It’s done. Everyone goes home and everyone moves on.
    “We went to my house,” Celia blushed even as she said the words. What had she been thinking? A random man? She took some random, unknown man to her house? Alone? She wanted to lie. She wanted to say they’d gone to a hotel, to the man’s apartment. She wanted to say they’d gone anywhere but where they did, but she didn’t. She couldn’t.
    Somehow, she thought lying to Samuel would be worse than simply telling him the truth. He seemed like he respected honesty. He seemed like telling a lie would feel like a betrayal, no matter how small or inconsequential the details might be to her.
    “When did he tell you he was a vampire?” Gordon spoke.
    “After we’d been kissing for awhile. He kept sucking on my neck and I laughed and said, ‘What are you, a vampire?’”
    “And he revealed himself to you?”
    She nodded. She didn’t think they were supposed to. Everyone knew vampires existed, but they kept their existence quiet and solitary. Most vampires didn’t live in these huge, hidden-away castles or mansions. Most didn’t live in secret clans. Most just lived alone, on their own, away from other people.
    Most just wanted a somewhat ordinary existence.
    “He told me yes, that he was a vampire. Then he explained how it worked. He said it would hurt a little, but then he said it would feel amazing.”
    “And did it?” Samuel’s voice was deep, almost husky. Was he aroused asking her these questions? Did talking about the vampire she’d fucked turn him on?
    “Did it what?”
    “Did it feel amazing, Celia?”
    She looked up at Samuel and nodded. She wanted to lie. She wanted to say she didn’t know what it was like to be with a vampire. She wanted to pretend to be scared, but the truth was she knew what it was. She knew the truth. She understood the reality. She knew being with a vampire was like a drug and most of all, she knew she’d want more.
    She’d want everything he had to give.
    “It was the most wonderful thing I’ve ever felt,” she whispered.
     
     

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    “Leave,” Samuel said to Gordon. The man nodded, took one