Daddy, Daddy

Seline

I couldn't describe that warm, fuzzy feeling I got when I heard Ferrara laugh for the first time.

So animated — his perfect face scrunched up, eyes wide and bright, his dentition shimmering; the fangs lurking just behind his upper lip. To be honest, his laughter was unexpected, and it surprised us both. A lot. The sound rippled through my being, shaking my waters, and making me crave it over and over again. No matter what he did, my body couldn't stop responding to him. Until now, I didn't realize how dead I was inside, until he purchased me.

“You have to accept the fact that I described you perfectly, pet. You know this,” He groused, tucking a stray strand of hair that'd gone loose from my bun behind my ear, smirking in a creepy, yet charming way that set my body on fire. “You do cower eventually. Reluctantly, though. But that's alright. Soon you'll crave bending to my will. Soon, you'll want nothing else than to live and please me. I can assure you.”

I rolled my eyes, wrinkli