Free Blood Dolls by Sophie Stern Page A

hand. He watched them, looking at them with an expression Celia couldn’t quite place. Excitement, happiness, contentedness? He looked sated. He looked sultry. He looked lusty as he jerked himself to completion, spurting on their breasts.
    “Good girls,” Gordon said from behind them. His voice was full of satisfaction, like a teacher congratulating a student on a job well done.
    “You’ve made a mess,” Samuel said, looking at Celia. She looked down. Sure enough, she and Jade both had semen on their chests. “Clean each other up,” he said. Celia didn’t hesitate. She leaned over and began lapping the sticky cream from Jade, who cleaned Celia in turn.
    When they were done, Gordon took Jade to the corner and snuggled her, fed from her, and brought her to orgasm. Celia sat on Samuel’s lap for awhile, watching the other couple.
    “She’s beautiful,” Celia murmured.
    “So are you,” Samuel asked. “Did you like seeing me with another woman?”
    “Yes.” She didn’t think she would, didn’t think she was supposed to, but she had. Watching Jade touch Samuel, seeing her dance, had turned Celia on more than she’d ever been before. She was wet and aroused, especially now that she was watching Gordon play with Jade like she was a little toy.
    “Celia,” Samuel gripped her chin, turned her gaze back to him. “I’m not monogamous. I never will be.”
    “Okay,” she whispered, because she knew what he was saying. He was putting into words what she was thinking. He was telling her he liked her, maybe even loved her in his own way, but they would never have the type of exclusive relationship she was used to. He wasn’t human. Not anymore.
    For him, sex and feeding went hand-in-hand. For him, being with one person would never be enough. He was giving her an out, a choice. He was letting her know she had a decision to make. She could take him as he was, or she could not. It was all up to her.
    And strangely, when she nodded, when she ceded to him, Celia had never felt more at ease.

Thirteen
     
     
    Living in the mansion was different than she expected. The other dolls weren’t jealous or weird or awkward. Obviously, they all slept with different vampires and some of them slept with the same ones, but no one seemed to behave uncomfortably about it. No one made anyone else feel strange. It was simply a normal part of the house.
    There were other dolls aside from Tasha, Jade, and Ariana. Many of them spent their time with specific vampires in the mansion. Henry was one of the few male dolls. There were no female vampires, but some of the male vamps preferred male blood dolls and Samuel believed in having different dolls available for any particular taste.
    Not all humans liked to drink the same liquor, he told Celia. Why would blood be any different?
    There were dolls with different body sizes and hairstyles and fashion sense. There was a punk doll and a goth doll and one who looked like she belonged in a sorority house. There were a couple who were petite and a few who were curvy.
    Celia liked all of them.
    The dolls were buddies, companions. There was no darker side to living in the house. They had all come to the house in different ways and from different places, but they were all there now, and they all had the same future.
    When Celia wasn’t with Samuel, she explored the mansion. She got to know it fairly well. There were no secret passageways or forbidden chambers or dark dungeons, but there were rooms with different themes and private bedrooms and large entertainment rooms.
    “What are all the rooms for?” Celia asked one day. She and Samuel were walking to his office.
    “Parties,” he said with a sly smile. He took her hand and held it, giving her a little squeeze. He seemed to enjoy touching her all the time. Even when they weren’t making love, even when she wasn’t feeding him, they were always touching.
    “When am I going to get to see one of these infamous parties?” Celia wondered. She