How to Discipline Your Vampire(37)

            He smiled, and glanced toward the back of the classroom. “You called all the shots on our first date,” he laughed, “now it’s my turn. I want to be the one bossing you around.” He kissed my nose playfully. “Sharpen your skates, little girl.”

            My face burned. I was upset that he had noticed my bossy nature. So what, I picked where we went? So what, I was the one to lean in for a kiss? I’m assertive. I’m a modern woman. Still, if he wanted to call the shots, I’d let him.

            I’d probably let him do anything. He was so dreamy. And my dad hated him. And I loved it.

            And, for the second time that week, his friends started uncontrollably laughing.



            William’s timing was impeccable. Just as I was starting to nearly convulse with anger, a reply popped up unexpectedly.

            From: William Gentry

            Subject: Re: Report from the field

            Date: May 5, 2012

            To: Cerise Norrel

            Sorry for the “out of character” response, but I wanted you to know I sent you a picture text. I’m not sure if you keep your phone on you during the day.

            —W

            Well, “W,” it just so happens I kept it on me, just turned off. But now that I knew I’d be getting picture messages . . .

            . . . Oh wow.

            . . . Wow.

            . . . Unffff.

            I had always found “taking my picture in the mirror” photos to be very tacky, but this one . . . drool.

            Compose yourself, Bizzy.

            Okay, this one was decidedly going to be my phone’s wallpaper indefinitely.

            William, naked, holding my flogger in front of his boy parts, with the reddest thighs I’d ever seen. His face looked proud and yet subservient. I wanted more than anything to go home sick, but unfortunately, I had to give out a test next period and the other substitute who was in today had the intellect of a carrot.

            But, like a trooper, I plodded on for another hour and a half. While proctoring the test, I did a little doodle of William’s . . . well, doodle. Big doodle. Hell, it wasn’t a doodle, it was a dong. A King Kong–sized dong that I was going to hit hard, like a frat boy to a bong. Wow, I was like a horny Domme Dr. Seuss. Then again, the guy wrote Hop on Pop, which sounded pretty dirty itself.

            During the drive home, I nearly blew through every red light on the way. My house was only ten minutes from school, but it felt like forever.

            I couldn’t wait to see my soldier. My lonely boy, out on the front, whose only thoughts were of me. I shivered, and Bizzy started singing some R. Kelly. I called her a perv and walked inside.

            The house was silent. Okay, so no swing music in the background, that was fine, it was his scene.

            In the bathroom hung a really impressive costume. William was nothing if not historically accurate. I pictured some white vinyl naughty nurse’s outfit, but apparently Mr. Gentry had a thing for wool and linen. It looked like it belonged in a museum, or on the set of some movie. He even had NURSE NORREL stitched into the uniform. I shook my head, and slipped the nurse outfit on and assumed the guise of a stern but horny-as-fuck field nurse.

            A quiet groan echoed in the hallway as I stepped out.

            He was pleasuring himself, from the sounds of it.

            I wanted to catch him in the act, and maybe watch. And maybe help, I thought to myself as I opened the door and was treated to a different sight altogether.