How to Discipline Your Vampire(86)

            “No, baby, get on your hands and knees,” he said.

            I was sure some surprise registered on my face, but he quickly responded to my reaction. “I just,” he said, touching me intimately, “heard it hurts less that way.”

            Well, that was sweet of him . . . I guessed.

            Although I had always pictured looking into his eyes as I lost my virginity to him. I imagined him holding me close, and telling me he loved me.

            Instead, I awkwardly crawled into doggy style position as he took me quickly and loudly. He grunted like a tennis pro.

            I didn’t feel any pain, really—my first tampon did that trick years ago—and I didn’t think he was big enough to hurt me. It was just weird and uncomfortable.

            “Keep your head down,” was the first thing he said. Nothing sweet, or even anything horny.

            “Why?” I asked, as he grabbed my hips, pulling me toward him again and again. I squirmed and tried to make it feel good.

            “I think I hear something.”

            I tried to plop down lower in the seat, so that nobody would see me, but Nick assured me that as long as my head was down, we were fine.

            At this point, I was pretty sure my instincts had led me astray. It would only take another minute to pass by for me to realize just how poor my judgment was.

            We continued like that a little longer, grunting and awkwardly humping, when the door in front of me was swung open, and a horrified face glared down at us.

            I lifted my head, and several things happened at once.

            First was Nick’s laughter.

            Then came the shrieking and hooting from a group of teens that had camped two cars down. All to catch one reaction.

            The reaction on Principal Norrel’s face when he realized that the “indecent exposure in the parking lot” phone call was about his daughter.

            “Who’s your daddy, Cerise?!” Nick shouted, and relentlessly thrust into me as I tried to struggle from his hold. “And who’s fucking your daughter, Mr. Principal? Payback’s a bitch, and so is your little slut,” he taunted, as I watched my father’s face crumble.

            “Daddy!” I sobbed, desperate to cover myself, desperate to get away from the ugliness.

            “You like that? Your daddy watching?” Nick said, as he sunk his awful dick inside me one last time and pulled out as my father attacked him, yanking him out of the car by his collar.

            The laughter kept coming from Nick’s friends on the sidelines, the ones who made the prearranged call to the principal. I fumbled to get dressed, and it dawned on me that yes, my life could be ruined in one moment.



            I awoke with a gasp and a cold shudder that left my heart aching and raw. Before I even opened my eyes, I knew I was hungover. That much was obvious—the headache, the empty yet rolling stomach pains. The taste in my mouth wasn’t as unpleasant as I had expected, but where was the bitter cottonmouth from too many drinks and not enough water?

            I rolled over and saw William, eyeing me from mere inches away. My hands acted involuntarily and I pulled him into my embrace. A moment later, the only taste in my mouth was his tongue. What a way to wake up. I felt his hands on the sides of my face, and the gentle pressure of his weight as he roused me with a passionate kiss. My mouth came alive at the sensation. I was never one for making out, but I swear if everyone kissed like William, it would replace baseball as the national pastime. His lips, smooth as chocolate, gently sucked on my tongue as it slipped into his refreshingly chilled mouth.

            My hands locked in his black hair, and I pulled his body closer to mine for more friction. I was still in my cocktail dress, and he was still—unfortunately—in his suit from last night. We hadn’t—fuck.