How to Discipline Your Vampire(85)

            Perhaps this was why she was so upset that she took mine so . . . unconventionally.

            “I don’t understand,” I said. And I didn’t—how did revenge and sex go together? And her dignity?

            She pushed away the soggy stray hairs that had slipped out of the ponytail, and spoke in a voice so distant, it almost wasn’t her own. “To put it simply, a boy went out with me just to get even with the school principal—my dad—the one who suspended him and kept him from getting a college scholarship. He wanted to publicly humiliate my dad, and in the process, I was ruined.” At this statement, she began to cry so hard she was hyperventilating.

            She’d sob, then inhale sharply, desperately trying to catch her breath. I had to stop this interrogation.

            I helped her to the edge of the bed, and had her breathe with her head down. I rubbed her back, smoothed her hair, and told her repeatedly that she was not ruined, and had nothing to fear from me.

            “Cerise, I have no ulterior motives. I’m happy when I’m making you happy,” I explained, honestly. When her breathing steadied, I took her small chin in my hand and asked, “Can’t we just keep making each other happy? Isn’t the future more important than the past?”

            Still woozy from the drinks, she smiled the innocent grin of a child. She looked so . . . fragile, and so vulnerable. She pulled herself from my seated embrace, and drew me down into the bed with her.

            And she told me her story.





CHAPTER NINETEEN

            Cerise

            “Nick, are you sure it’s private back here?” I had asked him, scanning the parking lot warily. The lot was behind the main building, and it was where kids parked only if they were coming into school late.

             “Shh, baby,” he said, smoothing my hair. “Nobody’s gonna see us. You know my sister’s always home, and I’d be scared shitless to do it at your house. I mean, you never know when your dad’s gonna be back, with all his school-board meetings and stuff.” Nick made a convincing argument, especially while fiddling between my legs. We had started messing around a few weeks ago, and I was pretty sure today was going to be “it.” We were cutting study, and since they rarely take attendance there, I figured we wouldn’t be missed.

            He pulled my underpants down from beneath my skirt. I spread my legs, and enjoyed the sensation mostly disarmed. “But there are some cars in the lot—” I began to say, and he slid a finger inside and cut me off sharply.

            “They won’t just come up to our car,” he said, and added, “Plus, it’s after lunch, so nobody’s coming back here to smoke. Your dad’s in a meeting—one of my buddies got busted for pot, and you know how long suspensions take.” He gave me a long, tonguey kiss, and unfastened my bra.

            “Let’s get in the back,” Nick said, peeking out the windows. I was glad he was trying to make sure there were no onlookers.

            Once we had settled in the backseat, Nick wasted no time removing my shirt. I sat there as he fondled and ogled my breasts, while alternately looking out the window and checking the time. I wanted his full attention, so I grabbed him between the legs.

            It was just the cue he needed.

            In no time, I was naked and Nick had his pants down. The petting got heavier and heavier, as he continued groping and fingering me roughly.

            He started edging his “parts” closer to my “parts” and soon enough, I realized it was about to happen. Granted, it wasn’t the most romantic setting, but my body was ready. The things Nick did to me with his fingers and mouth left me wanting and empty, and I knew what had to happen next.

            I leaned back against the window and spread my legs. He opened a condom.