My mind could not understand the enormity of it. He was so skilled, and so sexual. He simply oozed sex—okay, poor word choice—he oozed sex in a nondisgusting or -graphic way.
I had never been with a virgin. Usually submissives have had a decent amount of sex before deciding that they wanted to be dominated.
I thought back on losing my virginity, and shook my head in distaste. Worse than distaste—disdain was more like it. And I didn’t just lose it—he took it and waved it like a flag of shame for all to see. Fucking Nick.
I took a deep breath, cleared my mind, and considered the ramifications of taking William’s virginity.
I didn’t do him justice.
However, instead of feeling tender toward him, and wanting to rectify the situation by making sweet deflowering love to him, now all this information did was make me angry.
Steaming mad.
And he was going to pay.
“You,” I sneered as William walked into my bedroom at four prompt. “In the corner,” I pointed to the dungeon cross chair by the window, my black-lacquered fingernails shining ominously.
They matched the black vinyl catsuit I was wearing, and that William was apparently ogling.
“Of course, Mistress,” he said quietly. “Shall I disrobe before sitting?” he asked. I nodded sharply.
Once William was deliciously nude and seated, I grabbed the biggest, strongest, widest, and metalist shackles I could find. They should keep a vampire stationary. My mind still slurred mentally over that word. Was he really? I was going to find out very soon.
I snapped the shackles over his wrists and ankles, and collared him with a thick leather band. I attached the band to the back of the cross and he was secure. I checked all the bolts and bindings.
Good.
“William,” I said, voice low, “do you have any idea why I have restrained you so thoroughly today?”
He half smiled in relief. “Mistress, I believe you read my journal,” he said rapturously. “Thank you,” he added.
“Don’t thank me yet,” I warned. “Why would I prepare you in such a way? Tell me exactly why?” I said, baiting him.
“Because you are frightened,” he said, “but you shouldn’t be.”
“No, William, that is not the reason I plan on punishing you so severely today,” I said, opening a drawer and pulling out Big Bad—my epic paddle. I wanted to see some sort of fear, or arousal, or some reaction other than what he did then.
He made the saddest face I had ever seen. He looked like I had taken his heart out Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom–style and done the Mexican hat dance on it.
Olé!
“But if you didn’t read it—” he said sullenly, but I cut him off.
“Oh, I read it all right,” I said, seething. “You have been keeping something from me.”
His face turned from sorrow to confusion. “Mistress, I told you about my nature from day one. I am a vampire. Please believe me—I can prove it to you in so many ways, but I have been afraid of frightening you.” He pleaded with his eyes, since the rest of his body was immobile.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer—I had to confront him.
“You were a virgin when we met?” I shrieked, grabbing Big Bad and slapping the broad side against my palm.
And he did the most audacious thing I could imagine.