How to Discipline Your Vampire(18)

            “You must have lived a very lonely life to have written so much,” I said, hiding my initial awe with simple curiosity. I strode over to him and caressed the ropes that bound his muscular chest.

            “Yes, Mistress,” he said, his eyes burning into me. “Too lonely.”

            “How many people have you killed?” I asked, scraping a long fingernail across his jaw.

            He hung his head. “Too many,” he said, and looked back up at me desperately. “Please, help me. I need you.” His tone was husky, and his throat was thick with desire. And I was nearly panting.

            “I’m thinking these ropes are far too restrictive,” I said. “Mistress wants you to move freely.”

            My hands worked busily to get him out. I wanted him, just him. No ropes, no bindings, just his body and his voice and his dark secrets.

            “Mistress,” he said, still seated in the chair, hands on his thighs, “would you like to spank me now?”

            I stood over my toy box motionlessly, wondering what my next move should be. Should I paddle him for making a suggestion or do I sit on his face? I didn’t want to delay my pleasure, but he did expect punishment.

            But, dammit, I wanted to come.

            And then, one more time he spoke, low and slow, and his voice was my undoing. “I’ve been very bad.”

            My mouth spoke before my mind could object. “Pleasure me now, vampire,” I moaned, hands grazing over the silk robe, unknotting the tie desperately. “I’ll punish you another time.”

            He hesitated for a moment. “But, I need to atone.”

            “You can atone by giving out pleasure since you’ve dealt so much pain.”

            He nodded in understanding, although he did look slightly disappointed. “Well, in that case,” his voice continued to invade me, “I brought a few helpers.” He reached into a small black bag I hadn’t noticed, and pulled out a long white feather quill and moved toward me with need.

            William ran the feather down my neck and between my breasts. I shuddered. “I don’t deserve to touch you yet, Mistress,” he whispered, breath tickling my ear.

            I licked my lips. “That’s right. You don’t.”

            Gripping the bottoms of the sleeves, he slid my robe off, revealing the bra and panties set he had bought me. I had yet to feel his touch.

            “Lovely,” he mouthed, almost afraid to spoil the enchantment of the moment that had settled between us. I sat on the bed, and lowered my head to the pillows, rapturously. I was completely in his thrall.

            I had read Dracula back in high school; I knew about this sort of thing. Vamps could hypnotize and seduce, and I was so far under his spell, I was in China.

            He pulled out one more item from his bag and mounted the bed. I wondered if he had changed his mind about not touching me.

            Then the feather was back. The light, flickering touch licked my skin as he traced swirls of desire across my torso. I arched my back, moaning, giving in to the soft feeling. He used it to trace my lips and stroke my jaw and I swore I saw God.

            “Yes,” I breathed. “Please me, William. That’s why you’re here.”

            And that was before I heard the buzz-buzz of item number two—a vibrator.

            It was a simple model, just a Magic Bullet, but my eyes lit up at the prospect. I wasn’t just going to get romantic feathery touches—I was going to get buzzed.

            His eyes glowed wickedly as he taunted me. “I am amazed you want a creature like me to please you,” he growled. I demanded he continue. Whether or not he could tell, my body and voice were no longer my own; they were slaves to him. My vampire hypnotized me into his dark, velvet grasp.