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between my closed eyes. I should open them. I really should.
    “I’m not tired,” I protest, finally finding my backbone. No man likes a jellyfish. I yawn, and Viktor chuckles, and this confirms the dream status because my grim lover would never, ever, ever chuckle. My world is dark, and warm, and Viktor protects me, so I slowly lose my siege against slumber.
    * * *
    “Did I lock the door?” I sit up. Not locking the shop’s doors, leaving my brand-new equipment and fixtures open and accessible to crooks, is a recurring nightmare of mine. The first full week of ownership, I didn’t sleep a wink.
    But at least I spent those nights in my princess pink bedroom. I blink at the dark brown walls and the heavy velvet curtains surrounding me. Holy macaroon! How did I end up in this pimp daddy cave?
    “Charlotte.” A very naked Viktor eyes me cautiously, as though the blood-sucking dream wasn’t really a dream, and I might turn on him like some ravenous beast.
    I tilt my chin up. It was a dream. It had to be. I don’t drink blood. I gaze at the vein in his neck. Though that does look tasty.
    All of him looks tasty. “Wow, wow, wow.” I look him up and down, widening my eyes in an attempt to see more of his naked splendor. The man needs some sun, his skin is whiter than bleached flour, but other than that, he’s perfection, his shoulders broad, his chest defined, and his stomach flat.
    My gaze lowers. His cock is hard, and huge, pointing to the mud-colored ceiling, like an ivory homage to manhood. Dark hair curls around his base and balls. I lick my lips, the blue veins covering his shaft triggering my hunger. His legs are long and lean. Like I said, he’s pale perfection. Even his toenails are immaculately groomed.
    “You should feed,” Viktor informs me. His eyes glow crimson, and he strokes his cock with one large hand. There’s a signet ring on his finger with a dark red, almost black stone set in the finely engraved gold.
    I’m not the sharpest blade in the drawer, especially in the morning, but even I get the hint. The man wants his cock sucked, and I’m more than willing to give him a treat. Being a baker, I’m an oral gal, and I’ll stick anything I can into my mouth. I especially love sucking cock, tasting the inner essence of my lovers.
    I roll over, ignoring the aches and pains in my well-used body. I feel like I’ve been run over by a delivery truck.
    “Oh, I’ll feed all right, sunshine.” I smile at him. “I’m going to suck this bad boy dry.” I wrap my fingers around his shaft, and stick out my tongue, licking the precum off his tip.
    He’s salty with a hint of copper and rust, like he’s been cooked in an ancient pan. The flavor appeals to me, and, after telling him this, I lick Viktor’s cock some more, with quick, light flicks of my tongue as I’d lick the coconut cream cheese icing off a vanilla cupcake.
    Viktor groans and wiggles his ass, flesh swishing against fabric, so I tease him, exploring his slit, searching his skin for more cum. I’m a little foggy as to what happened last night, but I do know what will happen now. I’m about to give my dour and dismal man a cock-sucking he won’t ever forget.
     

 
     
     
    04 Viktor’s Journal
     
    I’ve created a monster. Charlotte’s red curls bounce around her face while her dainty pink tongue swirls around and around my cock. She moans and sighs and coos about how big I am, and how good I taste, swelling both my already secure ego and my equally engorged shaft.
    I inhale sharply as she lowers her lips over my cock, taking my tip into her mouth up to my rim. She sucks gently, the pull felt down to the soul I thought I no longer had.
    “Charlotte, beloved.” I thread shaking fingers through the silk of her hair. After tormenting me with one, two, three circles of her tongue around my fleshy ridge, she sinks down on me, taking my cock completely into her mouth, her cute button nose buried in my pubic hair, her chin rubbing