How to Discipline Your Vampire(28)

            By the way, that would make an awesome band name. Ladies and gentlemen, The Sexual Misadventures of a Vampire Submissive!

            And the crowd goes wild.



            “Sup, slut?” Erin answered.

            I sat in my car during lunch break, anxious to talk to Erin. I couldn’t wait to tell her about my exploits with Chilly Willy.

            “I’d say a whole lot,” I teased. I should make her work for it, I decided.

            “Spill your guts. Chilly Willy. Details. Now.”

            I looked around the parking lot to see if anyone was near my car. Couldn’t have a student walking by as I detailed tying up some guy I just met.

            “He’s impressive,” I said confidently. “Very creative, intelligent, mysterious. I’d give him a nine out of ten, so far.” I subtracted a point for mentioning the scene after it was over.

            “Really?” Erin asked, intrigued. “The highest you ever rated Brent was an eight,” she laughed. “Now that I’m fucking him, I gotta tell you, eight is low.”

            “Well, my needs are different from yours,” I clarified. Erin was more of a straightforward Domme, whereas I was a scene fetishist.

            I heard a harsh laugh. “Yeah, Brent’s pretty psyched he doesn’t have to do those whacky scenarios anymore, chica. He just gets to be shackled and tortured and pleasured.”

            I was silent. Even for Erin, that comment was a little too insensitive for my liking.

            “Honey,” she said after a moment, “Brent says nothing but good things about you. He’s mostly kidding about the scenes. He had fun with it, but it was exhausting.”

            “I know,” I said, deciding to turn the subject back to William, “and that’s why William is so refreshing. He’s so creative.”

            I heard a low whistle. “Yeah, but how is he in bed? Did he freak you out? Did he run?”

            Should I divulge details?

            I hunched down in the seat, again to make sure no student nearby could hear the naughty details. “Let’s just say he’s masterful with his hands and took care of me in so many ways.” Telling partial truths wasn’t lying, right?

            “Hmm,” she said approvingly, “sounds like all those girls were overreacting. I’m proud of you, Cerise. Taking on a real challenge. Good for you.”

            I smiled and did a little victory dance. It sort of looked like a seated running man.

            “I’ve been thinking about him nonstop. I can’t wait for today,” I said, and as soon as it came out, I knew I had said too much.

            “Careful,” she cautioned. “Don’t get too ahead of yourself. Keep your cool.”

            “I will,” I said, attempting to end the call before the bell rang for the next class to start. “Talk to you soon. See you Saturday.” As happy as I was about William, Erin’s comments had set me off. I began thinking of things I shouldn’t.

            My last scene with Brent. My mind flashed to the outfit hanging in the bathroom. The unclaimed ring. The fluffy white dress. The long lace veil.

            As I walked back to class, I could have sworn I smelled the bittersweet scent of almond massage oil and red wine.





CHAPTER SEVEN

            Cerise

            I swear on all that’s holy, the kids were on chat steroids today.

            “Miss Norrel, do you shop at Hot Topic?” Dylan asked as I walked in.