How to Discipline Your Vampire (24 page)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Cerise

WILLIAM, CANCEL WHATEVER SCENE YOU HAVE PLANNED. I WANT TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING. COME HOME AT FOUR, BECAUSE I NEED SOME TIME TO PREP.

ANYTHING YOU DESIRE, MY LOVE
, he wrote back instantly.

So, yeah, William and I were in love. Love! Not just
lust,
not just
like-like
,
but actual
love
. He turned my guts into pudding every time he said it, and he said it a lot.

And today I’d be showing him a side of me he had never seen. A side of me he probably never dreamed existed.

Truthfully, today would test us both.

Don’t get me wrong, I was thrilled with the relationship at this point—ubersatisfied and superhappy. The thing was, essentially, that my TRUE Domming was on hold. Ordering him around and “faking” restraining him was only getting my inner perv frustrated.

So, I asked myself, what’s something William and I haven’t explored yet? What will my newfound “love” allow me to do without feeling squicked or just flat-out
wrong
?

Then the idea hit me. I’d order him to do a little something
different
today.

I’d show him I truly meant I had changed. Not just for him, but for us.

I sat on my knees on the floor of my bedroom, clad only in a flowing sheer-white nightgown that fell all the way to my feet. I had curled my hair and applied a simple blush and gloss. I looked angelic.

I never hear William get home, so I just waited in anticipation for his arrival, knowing that any second he would find me. Bizzy got drenched at the thought.

Suddenly, he was in the doorway of our bedroom, looking at me with a charming yet puzzled expression. “Hey, beautiful,” he said, approaching me. “You look so innocent in that,” he said, smiling at my heavenly, sweet appearance.

“Thank you, Master,” I said, lifting my head and baring my naked throat to him. I held out a piece of studded leather. “I know how you like it when you put this on me,” I said, essentially starting the scene.

Yup, I went there. I was going to have William Dom today. I had to show him I was serious about changing.

He must know I would do anything for him. Including be more flexible in my nature.

His jaw dropped. It was like something out of a cartoon. William was usually excellent at keeping his emotions to himself, and not wearing his heart on his sleeve, but right now, I swore I’d never seen him so surprised.

“No,” he whispered, and nearly recoiled.

“I wanted to prove to you how I’ve changed. It’s not just the job stuff, William. I’ve changed inside. Let me show you what you mean to me. Take me.”

“I’d do anything for you,” he said, voice low, quiet, and tense, “but I can’t do this.”

“Vent your frustrations through the character. Prove your submission through domination.” I imagined William as the predator he was, and I felt my body clench. I was afraid I was going to pull a groin muscle just thinking of how hot he looks when he is serious.

“I just don’t think I could do that to you,” he said, softening, approaching me. “You’re the boss around here, and you know it.” He stroked my hair, and said, “You’re too good—I would be
embarrassed
to dominate you.”

I just smiled sweetly. “Well, if it bothers you that much, think about it this way,” I purred. “Technically, I
am
dominating you. I’m telling you the scene, and you’re going to do it. If I can’t spank you till you’re red in the ass cheeks, I’m going to push your limits till you blush.”

Understanding dawned on his face, and he saw my point. “So you really want me . . . like that?” he asked tentatively.

“It can’t hurt to try,” I said, “and if you have a hard time with it, remind yourself that you never drop character, and it would be a shame to drop this one. I just think this kind of change could be good for us.” I smiled again, and winked.

He took a deep breath. “Can I have a moment to compose myself before we begin? It’s not a mind-set I’m used to,” he said, more relaxed but still somewhat uneasy.

I nodded. “One minute until the scene.” He walked out and shut the door.

The man entered a minute later, transformed.

His face, normally composed of a self-assured smile and warm, inviting eyes, had been replaced with a firm mask. His face, now grim with determination, spoke of control and of need.

“Cerise,” he said, voice thwacking the air like a whip, “hand me your collar before we begin.” My arm shot out of its own accord and gave him the piece of leather.

He tipped my head up by the chin and fastened the collar around my throat, examining me harshly.

“Have you been thinking of me today, Cerise?”

I nodded vigorously.

“Have you thought about what your punishment should be? Your stubbornness pushed me away from you, and I have been deprived of your touch. You’re going to pay for my . . . displeasure.”

I shuddered and lowered my head. “I’m sorry, Master William. It will never happen again.”

“Who do you serve?” he asked, brows low over his predatory eyes. Bizzy hummed the
1812 Overture
and warned me about the impending fireworks show.

“You, Master. Only you,” I whispered, secretly loving switching places.

His grip on my chin tightened, and he lowered his face level with mine. “Understand this,” he murmured, eyes searching my face, “you are
mine
.”

My voice found itself after a moment, and I echoed his sentiments. “I am yours.”

“Rise,” he said, “and lay down on your back.” He pointed to the bed, and headed to my toy chest where he pulled out four six-foot lengths of rope. Black.

“Don’t move,” he commanded, and proceeded to tie my arms and legs to all four bedposts. I was sprawled and immobile and couldn’t possibly struggle if I wanted to.

The rope felt smooth against my skin—he was good. No knotting or overlapping to cut my circulation, just perfectly tied bindings. It took all the effort I had in me to keep from panting like I had run a marathon.

This was way hotter than I had expected.

“I’m going to do some things to you, girl, and I don’t want to hear you make a sound until I say so. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded.

“Open,” he said, and tied a pair of my black stockings around my mouth, balling them up a little to slightly gag me. He held his ear to my mouth to hear if I had made a noise and nodded. “Good girl.” William ran his finger over my wide-open mouth and murmured his approval.

He spun and returned to the toy chest with a disappointed face as he rifled through my chest of whips and floggers and vibrating friends. “You have a poor selection for me, Cerise,” he grunted, and slammed the lid shut. “Nothing I could truly punish you with, and certainly nothing I can really pleasure with. I suppose I’ll just have to use the tools I have at hand.” He wiggled his fingers at me, and my body shuddered with anticipation.

He skulked around the bed, planning his attack. He sat on the edge, examining me, finalizing his strategy.

“I like you like this, Cerise,” he purred, and crawled toward me like a mountain cat. He hiked up the long white nightgown, bunching it around my shoulders, exposing my white thong and naked breasts. I stifled a moan.

“You couldn’t stop me if you wanted to,” he taunted. “I could do anything to you right now.” He raised an eyebrow and used a thin fingernail to take apart my thong slowly, occasionally bending his head down to circle his tongue around my nipples. “Anything.”

I writhed, desperate for him. Bizzy started bitching about how I should have tried this long ago. The Domme inside me wriggled as well—this was strangely uncomfortable, but in a good way. I was stretching, mentally.

He lowered his face toward mine, almost menacingly. “I could drink from you if I wanted,” he said, narrowing his eyes.

I lost what little control I had over my body. I tried to fling myself at him, but I was too restrained by the ropes. He chuckled, then placed a slim blindfold over my eyes as he disrobed. “If you please me, I’ll let you watch,” he said, as I heard his clothes slide from his exquisite body. Slowly, I felt the familiar, cool hands exploring my flesh. Keeping quiet was proving to be difficult, but I managed.

For him, I could do anything.

“So soft, Cerise,” he whispered, as his vibrating fingers stroked me intimately. “And even wetter than usual. You like when Master takes his time, don’t you?” he asked, swirling one long pointer around artfully. The only incentive I had for not screaming his name was the threat of not being able to watch him fuck me, so I kept quiet, miraculously.

Subbing was hard work.

“I wonder if you’d like this,” he said, and slickly trailed his finger lower to a place he had never gone. Again, my eyes flew open at the new sensation. He teased me a bit, pleased with my body’s reaction. He smiled, and breathed into my ear, “Perhaps another time, as a reward. Now that I know you like it.” He pinched my left cheek. “Naughty girl.”

Now, this was something I would definitely take William up on, but Bizzy had mixed feelings about this—she didn’t want to be ignored.

William quickly remedied Bizzy’s disappointed sentiment as he started to play with me in other ways. He shifted his body and I could feel the tip of him just barely grazing my entrance; I tried to wiggle so it would go in a little more.

“Not yet,” he said, voice stern. “I haven’t fed yet. I will fuck you when I’m ready.”

I felt his fingers at my throat, and his cool breath on my neck coming in quick blasts. “Are you scared?” he asked, and I shook my head no.

“It wouldn’t matter anyway,” he growled. “I’m taking your blood and then I’m taking your body.”

He removed my diamond earrings, and I felt a small pinprick right at the crook of my shoulder.

Several things happened at once. A warm trickle, a deep and cold thrust, and light flooding my eyes.

Finally, I could see him and take him in completely. He hovered over me, pulsing in and out between my legs, lapping blood from my neck. Our eyes met, and his bloodred mouth spoke one word over and over.

“Mine,” he growled as he thrust into my immobile form. “Mine,” he cried as he siphoned the blood from my body.

“All fucking mine,” he sighed, and pulled the gag from my mouth and kissed me deeply as we both came, bodies shuddering at the experience.

I was his.

It took some time before we came down from the high. William untied me gently, and pulled my gown back down politely. I nearly laughed at his chivalry. He licked the wound on my throat, and held me close until I was able to speak again.

“Wow. That was . . . ,” I said, trailing off, “something else.”

He nodded, eyebrows raised. “That’s an understatement,” he said.

I frowned, annoyed with his noncommittal phrasing. “So?” I asked, wondering if he enjoyed it.

“Each and every experience with you is something special, memorable, and mind-blowingly hot,” he answered, kissing me on the forehead. “And the sentiment behind this was truly moving. I know it must have been very difficult for you to relinquish dominance like that, Cerise. I’m proud of you.”

He was being evasive.

“But?” I asked, clearly noticing his silence.

He smiled sheepishly. “But,” he said, taking my chin in his hand. “I’m just not a switch.”

I opened my mouth, searching for words. “You enjoyed it, though, right?” I asked, feeling somewhat self-conscious.

He shrugged. “How could I not?” he said, kissing my collarbone. “All I’m saying is I’m not born to lead. That was a
role
—not me.”

I nodded. “I had a difficult time controlling my Domme instincts, that’s for sure,” I said, trying to find where he was coming from. I would certainly do that again. “But it was worth it to prove my point. Was it hard for you to control me?”

He let out a long breath. “God, yes. The only thing keeping me in the scene was the command that I not drop character. Sure, it was hot, but the entire time I was berating myself for speaking to you that way. It’s just not
me
,
” William said, and traced my lips with his finger. “Vanilla sex is more normal to me than that.”