How to Discipline Your Vampire(17)

            Remember not to smile, remember not to smile, I kept telling myself as I got into character—Muffy the Vampire Spanker.

            I selected the navy bra and panties, and slipped the lacy robe over them. Instead of the slippers provided, I put my black patent leather pumps back on—the ones I wore to school. I unbound my elbow-length hair from its ponytail, and stepped out of the bathroom.

            To find dozens of white candles leading to my bedroom. My hallway was lit with an almost supernatural glow. My brow lifted in surprise. My vampire was quick and quiet, since I didn’t hear him do that while I was getting changed. Better not be losing my edge, I wondered, as my shoes clicked along the hardwood leading to today’s pleasure.

            He was neither sitting on the bed nor lying on it. He leaned against my wall, looking at me with a grim face. A serious, beautiful, godlike visage. A shiver of fear ran down my spine as I prepared to encounter a vampire.

            “Thank you for agreeing to see me,” he said, voice low and velvety. “My thirst for punishment outweighs my desire for your blood, but I must say, looking at you is making me hungry.”

            He bit down on his lip and my body began to tingle warmly. His eyes absolutely consumed me. I never felt so utterly vulnerable from such a simple stare. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks as his eyes followed the curves of my body beneath my robe. It didn’t matter that it was knotted shut—I could sense his eyes under it already. Perhaps he could see beneath it, with his vampire sight.

            I went over to my bag of tricks and pulled out a length of rope. “I am aware your thirst is sated, but I’d feel better if you were bound,” I said hungrily.

            He nodded in assent, relishing my choice. “Of course, Mistress Cherry. You are a brave Domme indeed to take me into your service. I await your punishment.” He wet his lips in anticipation, and I wet mine, so to speak—only the ones he couldn’t see. Yet. Hee hee.

            Get a hold of yourself and go for it, Bizzy nearly shouted at me.

            “Shhhh!” I hissed, although I didn’t mean to do it out loud.

            William looked at me quizzically. God, I must look completely schizo.

            When I was in Domme mode, Bizzy called the shots. Right now, she was mad as hell that I was taking my time.

            I pulled the chair out from my desk and motioned for him to sit. He complied easily, even holding his hands behind his back so I could bind them easier. He was wearing a long-sleeved shirt, so unfortunately I didn’t get to feel the icy chill again . . . yet.

            “Have you ever punished any of my kind before?”

            “Too many times to count,” I replied. “Although I haven’t decided exactly what to do with you yet. I need to know more.”

            I wrapped the rope around his wrists, then torso, and stopped there. No need for the legs today. He looked gorgeous sitting in that chair, motionless, completely and utterly at my mercy. His head was tossed back rapturously, enjoying each of my tugs at the rope. God, the things I am going to do to this man.

            “Tell me about yourself, vampire.”

            “I believe everything you need to know is on your bed right now, but I’d be more than happy to recount the history of my life,” he said, voice still soft and guarded, eyes again downcast.

            I looked over at my bed in wonder—I hadn’t noticed anything in the room but him. There, scattered across my comforter, were dozens of leather-bound journals. I rifled through the stacks, amazed.

            There was thorough research . . . then there was this. I tried in vain to keep in character. No sub had ever shown this much effort in a first scene.

            I looked over at him and he smirked at me, clearly pleased by my reaction. “Do you find my paperwork to be in order, Mistress Cherry?” he asked, almost humorously.