How to Discipline Your Vampire(88)

            William smiled and put his arm around me. We looked like any regular couple. “I’ve lived through all of this,” he said, gesturing at the screen with his free hand. “This is a Sunday series,” he explained. “They do a classic movie from every decade. If you want to come back, you can see more of what my life has been like.”

            “Sounds great.”

            We both fell silent, cuddled up, and began watching the classic love story.

            I was entranced by the beauty of it all. The dialogue was well written, the costumes were simply gorgeous, and the plot had me intrigued. As I stared at the screen, I imagined William sitting in Rick’s café, just as lonely as the proprietor. I put my head on his shoulder.

            He kissed my ear and whispered, “We’re alone, you know, Mistress.”

            Bizzy stirred from the movie-induced slumber. She said Casablanca wasn’t smutty enough, so she had been quiet for some time. “How do you know?” I asked.

            “The silence,” he sighed, cool breath tickling my ear. “All I can hear is the movie and your heartbeat.” And speaking of my heartbeat, I’m sure he heard it just skip a beat. I’m also sure he heard my breath hitch in my throat.

            “And what are you implying, William?” I asked, voice stern but teasing.

            He squirmed in his seat, and I liked it.

            “Well,” he said, voice nearly breaking, “I left you a little surprise in your purse.”

            Another surprise? Hmm, this should be interesting, I thought as I fumbled through my larger than necessary Coach bag.

            And my fingers touched cold, slick metal.

            Two sets of handcuffs.

            “William,” I said incredulously, “did you set this up as a scene?” I dangled the two pairs of cuffs in front of his face accusingly.

            “Maybe,” he said, looking down sheepishly. I reminded myself that he couldn’t blush, although I swear I could see color creeping into his lovely visage.

            I clicked the cuffs so that his wrists were strapped to the armrests. He was blissfully immobile. “This one’s all for you, my creative submissive,” I said into his ear, and began to lower myself to a kneeling position.

            And then, using his ridiculous speed, William slipped his jacket from under his seat . . . hands still cuffed . . . and made sure I wasn’t kneeling on the cold theater floor. A gentleman to the end, this vampire.

            Though the theater was dark, I could make out the shapes that were necessary. For instance, the very obvious bulge in William’s slacks. I pulled him out slowly, and he writhed in his seat. I heard the delicious sound of the handcuffs clinking as he squirmed.

            “Don’t move, William,” I warned. “I know those cuffs can’t hold you,” I said, pausing to flick his tip with my tongue, “so you’ll have to show me your restraint in another way. Don’t move your body and don’t let me hear a sound.”

            He sat in compliance, mute, already obeying my directives.

            And then, my popcorn-buttered hands greased his long length, and I took a delicious lick. I hummed, increasing the sensation for him, and placed him deeply down my throat. I half-expected to hear him break the rules, but he sat stoically as I deep-throated him. His eyes, however, gave him away.

            It was amazing how so much emotion and feeling could be expressed through his eyes. Sometimes they were soft, inviting me to let down my guard and just lose myself. Other times, like now, they sizzled, intense. I felt my face burn as he looked down on me with ferocious passion.

            And damn, if he didn’t taste delicious. I couldn’t get enough—if only they made ice cream in William flavor. Just like William, however, it would go straight to my thighs. Heh. I can’t take credit for that one—that was all Bizzy. Maybe I’d let it go straight to my ass, I wondered, then pulled my head from the gutter.