How to Discipline Your Vampire(77)

            My throat tightened. “Interesting.”

            He sighed and turned away from me. “Leos often hide their feelings. Isn’t that right, my little lioness?”

            “Oh, so now I’m a lioness? Wanna see my claws?” I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

            He ran his fingers through my hair. “No, but I quite like your mane.”

            “Rawr.”

            “Down, girl.”

            “Too bad lion tamers use chairs and whips, and not lionesses.”

            He gave my forehead a small kiss. “Speaking of, may I take the liberty of setting up today’s scene?”

            My muscles relaxed, remembering what day it was. It felt like the weekend, but it was really Thursday. The teachers had a professional day, but substitutes didn’t have to go.

            “Go ahead,” I said, slightly more glum than I expected. I realized I was disappointed that I didn’t have to go into school today. I sort of wanted to know what workshops they did.

            Suddenly a full-time position didn’t seem so terrible. I shrugged it off and watched some TV while William set up.

            He knocked on the door to indicate he was ready for me to get changed. In the bathroom hung one of my school outfits. I prayed he wasn’t doing a student scene.

            I was quite relieved, however, to find my bedroom turned into an office, complete with a cubicle and stacks of incorrect TPS reports, like from the movie Office Space. I laughed and was relieved that William at least had some taste in comedies.

            “Are you done with those reports yet?” I asked, rifling through the papers. “You interns never get anything done on time.”

            William pushed his glasses up his nose and acted flustered. “Ma’am, I’m swamped. Could you possibly get your assistant to take the load off? At this rate, I’ll be here all night.” He looked so stinking cute in a shirt and tie.

            I leaned over his desk and looked at him sternly. “Then you’ll stay all night.”

            He raked his long, cool fingers through his messy hair and yanked. “You can’t expect me to work all night! I’m not a machine,” he complained.

            “I bet you are a machine,” I purred, and popped a button open on my blouse. He tried not to look down.

            His eyes widened in mock surprise. “Ma’am, is there anything I can do to get out of this workload?” he asked, finally allowing himself a good peek at my décolletage.

            I let my hair out of the ribbon that had been restraining it all day. “I think you could do a few things for me, and if you do them well, I’ll let you go home early. With a raise,” I said, and flicked my eyebrows up.

            “What do you have in mind?” he asked, sitting back in his chair, clearly aroused. Someone William’s size would have a hard time hiding that.

            I pushed his chair away, allowing room for me to sit on his desk and spread my legs. “I want you to use your mouth to pleasure me,” I said, snatching his tie in my fingers and yanking him forward.

            “Yes, ma’am,” he said shyly, yet making no move toward me.

            He was playing coy.

            I was wearing his favorite pair of tie-on-the-side panties, and I grabbed his hands and wrapped his fingers around the ribbons, watching him unravel the tiny pink bows.

            “Are you sure?” he whispered.

            I pushed my skirt up to my hips, and leaned back. “Do your job.”