Ouch! My Vampire Doms Keep Biting Me (My Vampire Doms #1)

by Calista Jayne

The next couple of hours pass in enjoyable decadence, I suppose. We have intercourse, taking her in every possible orifice. We get her off several times, and she gives us her blood. Yet it all feels rather transactional. It’s not a true power exchange; it’s more like we’re all going through the motions. When she’s limp and panting on the bed, Will asks her, “Do you remember the other part of our agreement?” “Something about forgetting,” she says with a frown. “Because you’re vampires. I still can’t believe it.” “Don’t worry, you won’t believe it for long,” I say. “This night was unforgettable, though. How are you going to make me forget?” Will has already gotten up. He goes to the wet bar at the far corner of his office and removes a small, unlabeled bottle from the collection of crystal decanters. In comparison to its brothers, this bottle is ugly, yet inconspicuous. He pours some into a sherry glass and holds it up so the woman can see it. “This is oubliette. It won’t harm you, it just makes you forget.” “Will I remember anything?” “Only what we tell you to remember,” I say. “Is there anything in particular you’d like?” “I want to be happy. I want to remember feeling powerful in my submission. I want to feel like you didn’t want to let me go but you had to.” Fuck if her words don’t cause me to feel things in my heart. I don’t love this woman. But hearing this is as piercing as the sharpest fangs. “We’ll do our best,” I tell her.