Nectar: DD Prince by DD Prince Page A

side of the door was a vampire. A vampire that she’d had the best sex of her life with.
    His words rang in her ears,
    “I might have to kill you.”
    She cupped her hands, lowered them under the running water, and then swooped water over her face.
    “I might have to keep you.”
    She blew out a long sigh and tried to wrap her mind around this.
    Not disappointed? He seemed fascinated by the fact that she hadn’t been mesmerized by him. But she had to have been, in her opinion, as her body had totally betrayed her.  Was it a partial hypnosis where he had control of her body but her brain was still hers? She didn’t know if it was just super sex powers or what. She didn’t know how to reconcile what she’d just endured. 
    Kidnapped, the victim of a vampire attack, forced into sex. But was it rape? Maybe two orgasms negated that but no, no, in her mind, she didn’t have a choice over what had happened so rape could be too strong a word but yet this definitely wasn’t consensual. Wasn’t rape just rape, though? There weren’t degrees of it. She said no and he did it anyway.
    But then she’d had the best sleep she could ever remember right afterwards, cocooned by his limbs. It was almost as if she’d watched what was happening rather than being a participant, because in her mind it was all so surreal. She felt like she had a celestial out of body experience but felt absolutely everything at the same time.  She shook her head in dismay, feeling so perplexed, not able to decipher things.
    Did he think she was a dead lay the way she went limp and just let him do whatever he wanted? She’d only had a handful of lovers so far and wasn’t typically rendered that useless in bed but had never been with anyone with skills like that, never been with someone who did those things to her, never been with someone who’d brought about those sensations in her. She’d never felt so paralyzed but yet so full of sensation at the same time.
    She laughed out loud at her thought. Dead lay . How long before she was just that? And what the heck was she doing, having a rose petal bubble bath right now and trying to decide whether or not she’d been a dead lay or not?
    She sank into the bubbles and petals and closed her eyes and got her hair drenched. Listening to the water roar into the tub was calming, somehow. She tried to let her mind blank for a few moments, for a momentary breather from her reality before she resumed deconstructing last night and asking herself what was going to happen next. Would she be able to have a reasonable conversation with him today? Would she get away or would he kill her? Her moment alone didn’t last. He was back.
    She shrank as small as she could muster at the side of the tub while he turned the taps off, trying not to look at the muscles on his torso. He trapped her eyes with his as he dropped his shorts and then sank into the bubbles, stretching out opposite her and rested his arms on the ledge on either side of him.
    Damn. So much for not looking. That body. She’d counted up his eight-pack before he disappeared into the suds. And those eyes. Was it because he was a supernatural being or had he been like that as an ordinary man, too? Had he been an ordinary man who got bit or what? And how old was he? Could he be 300 years old?
    The bathroom was bathed in natural light right now and he hadn’t burst into flames or turned to dust or stone. He also didn’t sparkle. He just looked like a male model with the most piercing light blue eyes she’d ever seen, that’s all…
    She wondered how much of what she knew of vampire lore was truth and how much was just fiction.  She imagined having this conversation with her old friends, back before she moved here,
    Vampires are real.
    What? Get the fuck outta here!
    Nope, they’re real and they don’t need permission to enter your house or to enter your vag with their very huge cocks of steel. They can tolerate exposure to sunlight. They don’t sparkle