How to Discipline Your Vampire by [email protected]

Author:[email protected]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-07-11T16:00:00+00:00

I walked into an empty house after school—good. I needed some time to process those entries. There was still a lot for me to wrap my head around.

No, not the vampire part—I had been suppressing my gut feeling about that for a while. I’d grill him about all the gory details at a more appropriate point in time, if I really even wanted to know more. My real problem was with the other V word.

Virgin.

He must be joking. I must have read it wrong . . . a hundred times. Maybe I needed glasses and saw “losing my Virginia accent”?

He was a virgin the first time we had sex. I popped his possibly undead cherry on top of my new piano, which, by the way, had found a nice spot in the corner of my living room.

My mind could not understand the enormity of it. He was so skilled, and so sexual. He simply oozed sex—okay, poor word choice—he oozed sex in a nondisgusting or -graphic way.

I had never been with a virgin. Usually submissives have had a decent amount of sex before deciding that they wanted to be dominated.

I thought back on losing my virginity, and shook my head in distaste. Worse than distaste—disdain was more like it. And I didn’t just lose it—he took it and waved it like a flag of shame for all to see. Fucking Nick.

I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and considered the ramifications of taking William’s virginity.

I didn’t do him justice.

However, instead of feeling tender toward him, and wanting to rectify the situation by making sweet deflowering love to him, now all this information did was make me angry.

Steaming mad.

And he was going to pay.

“You,” I sneered as William walked into my bedroom at four prompt. “In the corner,” I pointed to the dungeon cross chair by the window, my black-lacquered fingernails shining ominously.

They matched the black vinyl catsuit I was wearing, and that William was apparently ogling.

“Of course, Mistress,” he said quietly. “Shall I disrobe before sitting?” he asked. I nodded sharply.

Once William was deliciously nude and seated, I grabbed the biggest, strongest, widest, and metalist shackles I could find. They should keep a vampire stationary. My mind still slurred mentally over that word. Was he really? I was going to find out very soon.

I snapped the shackles over his wrists and ankles, and collared him with a thick leather band. I attached the band to the back of the cross and he was secure. I checked all the bolts and bindings.

Good.

“William,” I said, voice low, “do you have any idea why I have restrained you so thoroughly today?”

He half smiled in relief. “Mistress, I believe you read my journal,” he said rapturously. “Thank you,” he added.

“Don’t thank me yet,” I warned. “Why would I prepare you in such a way? Tell me exactly why?” I said, baiting him.

“Because you are frightened,” he said, “but you shouldn’t be.”

“No, William, that is not the reason I plan on punishing you so severely today,” I said, opening a drawer and pulling out Big Bad—my epic paddle.

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