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

by Calista Jayne

the room where I finally park myself: BDSM. I’m not an experienced woman in matters of the bedroom. I’m also not a virgin, after a few forgettable nights with a bland college boyfriend Dale set me up with. And as someone who has spent more than thirty minutes on the internet, I know about kink. I’ve always been curious, but I’ve never allowed myself to fully indulge in that curiosity. And this room. This room. It has everything. A set of two large wooden display cases contain a variety of floggers, whips, and paddles in addition to all kinds of restraints. I glance around. The room is empty, which is a relief, because I feel like I’m having a very private moment with the photograph opposite me. It depicts a woman with two men. The image itself is tastefully done, with attention to shadow and light, and an angle on the subjects which makes it feel more like art and less like porn. Still, it’s arousing. The men are sucking on the woman’s neck, their hands all over her body—breasts, pussy, mouth. Her eyes are closed and her forehead is wrinkled in what looks like pleasure or pain but is probably a combination of both. I want to be her. I want to be her so badly, I ache between my legs, and my heart pulses with longing. Then I laugh to myself. I could barely keep that one dude in college satisfied; what makes me think I’d ever be woman enough for two guys? Reluctantly, I turn away from the photograph and march to the shelves. If I’m paying a hundred dollars to be here, then I ...