How to Discipline Your Vampire(78)

            He spread my legs farther apart, and I watched the straitlaced intern boy work my body with his tongue and lips.

            He pulled away from my thighs for a moment with a satisfied smile on his face. He simply couldn’t hide how much he enjoyed it. And by the way my chest was heaving and my legs were shaking, I didn’t think I could hide it, either.

            “Back to work,” I barked, and he complied happily.

            “I think I’ll excuse you from these reports,” I said to him after I finished . . . again, “but I think you’ll definitely have to work all night. Unzip.” I pointed to his pants, which were promptly thrown across the room. He loosened his tie, and undid the buttons on his shirt.

            “No, no,” I said, and he froze. “Keep the shirt buttoned and the tie on.”

            I slipped off the desk, and leaned over it, facing away from him. My elbows were down on the stack of papers, and I was ready for William to take me from behind again.

            “You’re still working for me like this, intern,” I encouraged. “Now, go rig the mirror so I can watch, and then get behind me. I’ll give you more inst—” I was about to say instructions, but by then William had already moved the mirror and was back behind me, pressing himself against me suggestively. I moaned.

            “As I was saying,” I said, nearly begging for it at this point, “you’re still serving your boss. Here are the rules: You’ll keep your hands on top of your head, as though you’re tied up, and you’ll give it to me hard and fast. Are we clear, young man?” I asked.

            As an answer, he jammed himself into me forcefully. Like I asked. I couldn’t hold back my primal grunt, and he knew he had done it right. I looked in the mirror in front of us, and watched and felt the scene unfold. There I was, shirt unbuttoned and breasts bouncing nearly out of my pink, lacy bra. He was behind me, fingers intertwined and placed atop his head. I loved getting to watch his face as he serviced me. And when he smiled, it was never smug, just grateful. It was like I was the secret ingredient to his beauty—he was a gorgeous man, but when he was inside me, his expressions displayed perfection beyond my imagination.

            “Talk to me,” I begged. Sometimes all I needed to be pushed over the edge (for the hundredth time) was to hear his voice, or listen to his thoughts.

            “I’m thinking about how hard it is keeping my hands on my head, ma’am,” he said gruffly.

            I pushed back against him, lowering my torso and changing our angle pleasantly. “And why is that?” I asked.

            “Because,” he grunted softly, “all I want to do is grab your hips, Cerise.”

            “Fuck, William,” I said after a few moments of just grasping at each other after he pulled out. “End of scene—damn, that was good.”

            Thank God I didn’t chicken out once I learned he was a vampire. Now that he was comfortable with our arrangement, William loved showing off what he could do with his speed and dexterity.

            No man on earth could do what William could do with his tongue. Or fingers. Or pelvis.

            They say once you go black, you never go back. Well, honey, once you go vamp, you become a fucking tramp.

            Sexually, I couldn’t get enough of him—all of him. The thought of a warm, soft human tongue worshipping Bizzy did absolutely nothing for me now. Oral sex should be cool and lightning fast. I loved the way his hands gripped my hips as he made me come over and over, sometimes by teasing, other times by sheer force.

            I rearranged my hair and straightened my rumpled clothing. I took a seat in the office chair as he put my room back in order. “How do you always know just what to say?”

            “I say what I feel,” he said. “And obviously, it resonates with what you feel.”