How to Discipline Your Vampire(69)

            I held his face in my hands for another second, looking into his eyes, before whispering, “I’ll put the leash on once we get there.”

            He moaned softly, and I kissed him gently on the lips. “Thank you, Mistress Cherry,” he said, voice quivering with servitude. I imagine he had dreamed about this day for a long time.

            I stroked his jaw with the back of my hand. “Would you like to wear this more often?” I asked. Some submissives loved collars, others felt it was an unnecessary gesture.

            “I will never take it off,” he said passionately.

            “No,” I explained. “There are still some times when I’d like you to be more at ease. Maybe you can take it off after scenes?” I asked, negotiating.

            William’s face moved closer to mine by a fraction. “Mistress. I do not eat, and I do not sleep. I only ever want to serve. If wearing this collar is a symbol of my subservience to you, I want to wear it always.” I placed another soft kiss on the corner of his mouth at his sweet words.

            My head cocked to the side slightly as I thought. “I have another idea. This collar is pretty . . . obvious. How about you wear it tonight, and I’ll give you something soon that’s a little more inconspicuous, but means the same symbolically?”

            He smiled and nodded.

            “Are you ready to wow them?” I asked.

            As an answer, he did a Saturday Night Fever split, right on the floor. Bizzy cheered, and I was worried someone may hear her later at the party due to the absurd nature of my short shorts.



            “The woman with the brown hair and shirtless submissive is giving you dirty looks,” William whispered in my ear. “I want to hurt her,” he said, and I squeezed his butt a little tighter.

            I loved being with a vampire.

            Erin was petting Brent’s hair as he kneeled at her side. He was busy keeping his head down while she socialized. He was picking at a pot brownie. They didn’t really look that seventies—they just looked like they shopped at the Salvation Army. Mismatched blouse and ugly-even-for-that-decade skirt, paired with clunky shoes that were clearly two sizes too big. Ugh.

            “Erin,” I said smoothly, and confident that my ass and submissive were the hottest things in the room, “I’d like for you to meet William.”

            She looked up from her drink, nodded at me, and appraised William. He coughed, clearly unable to keep in his amusement at her expression. “Hello,” she said, suppressing her obvious attraction and shock. “Ah, William, this is Brent,” she said, looking down in disappointment. When Brent didn’t look up, she smacked him on the head and he let out a yelp.

            Finally, Brent looked up at us and sneered wordlessly.

            I attempted making small talk with Erin, and avoided Brent. William politely chimed in here and there. I made sure to pepper the conversation with the words we and us as much as I could. She needed a clear message about how happy I was, so that next time we met, she’d shut her fucking mouth.

            “There’s a paddling demonstration going on upstairs,” she said, nearly shouting over the disco music. “The guy is selling them. Want to test out some of his toys?”

            I realized that paddling William in front of anyone was going to cause quite a stir, so I made up a little fib. “William woke up a little sore today,” I said, rubbing his left cheek a bit. “We had a long night last night,” I said, pawing at him a little more. I needed him—soon.

            “I think it was technically morning, Mistress,” he said, jokingly. Erin looked like she was going to swallow her tongue, and Brent chose this moment to finally speak.