Deathless Discipline Page 3

Dom smiled at her indulgently. “All right, then,” he said and led the way back to the pool room. As he'd hoped, the rest of them wandered back as well: Fox and his boy-toy of the night, Jimmie, and Kate and Nanette. He pulled off his clerical robe, glad to be rid of the cumbersome costume. It had been a fun idea, but it had been way too hot for playing drums all night.

  Dom trounced him at pool so he suggested a game of doubles, knowing Kate wasn't the world's best pool player and wanting to engage Nanette.

  “Did you like your song?” Kate asked Nanette as she broke.

  She smiled. “You guys can pull just about any song out of your asses, can't you? Who sings that, anyway?” she was looking at him with her sparkling brown eyes.

  “Night Ranger,” he said. “It's a classic.”

  She snorted. “A classic. Right. I see you took off your costume. Was the outfit becoming too hot for you, Father?” she asked teasingly, before continuing, “Did you go to a Catholic school, Frank?”

  He shook his head and grinned. “Nope. What about you, Mary Catherine?”

  “Actually, yes.”

  “Mmm… ever get caned by Mother Superior?”

  She giggled. “No, there was no caning when I went to school. But they did teach us not to masturbate.”

  This was good—she was talking sex. She was definitely still throwing out the signals.

  “I'd give twenty bucks to see a Catholic spanking here tonight. Come on, Mary Catherine disciplined by Father Frank,” Fox said, throwing a twenty out on the table.

  He sent a telepathic thank you to Fox, who must have guessed his agenda. Nanette looked tweaked by the suggestion, her nipples poking through her bra and the thin tight t-shirt that was driving him crazy.

  Dom pulled out another $20 bill. “I'll put another twenty on that,” he said, winking at her. Frank could see the indecision on her face. He picked up the bills and snapped them in her face. “Forty bucks for forty spanks.”

  “Panties down!” Jimmie called out.

  “No way,” she said. “I am not pulling my panties down in front of my boss,” she said, throwing a look at Dom.

  “Does that mean you'd do it with your panties up?” he asked in a low, teasing voice, meant only for her.

  She flushed, but after a moment's hesitation took the money with a haughty snap of her wrist, folding it and putting it into the band of her white thigh-high socks. “All right, Father Frankie. Hit me with your best shot.”

  * * *

  She'd always had a streak of exhibitionist in her. She was the type of girl who flashed her tits for beads at Mardi Gras. Or popped up on the dance box to pretend she was making out with a girl just to hear the crowd scream. Bending over the pool table now, with her skirt flipped up and the whoops of encouragement from her audience, she spread her fingers on the green felt and rolled her hips back to present her ass.

  “Count them, Mary Catherine,” Frank said in a soft, dangerous voice.

  She gulped and wondered what she had gotten herself into—she didn't know Frank that well, for one thing, and despite her penchant for performing, being on display was suddenly a little overwhelming. A shiver of anticipation ran through her and then Frank slapped her ass hard enough to make her jump and give a little shriek. She recovered herself quickly. “One, Father Frank. May I have another?” she asked sweetly, wanting to put on a good show.

  He slapped again, harder. “Ow! Two, Father Frank—God pray for your soul.”

  The on-lookers laughed.

  Smack. “Ah! Three.” Smack. “Ooh! Four. Five. Ouch!”

  “I'm sorry, Mary Elizabeth, but you've been a bad girl,” he said, smacking away.

  “I thought it was Mary Catherine,” she said, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.

  “Never. Contradict. Father. Frank,” he said firmly, punctuating each word with a hard spank as she yelped and jumped.

  “I'm sorry, Father Frank.” The burn was spreading exponentially across her butt cheeks, making it hard to focus.

  “You forgot to count, we're starting over.”

  “That's not fair!”

  “Is it fair?” he demanded of their audience.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Oh yeah, that's fair.”

  “She wasn't counting.”

  Damn the peanut gallery. She looked over and saw Kate sitting on Dom's lap, looking flushed. His hand was between her legs and she had no doubt what he was doing with it. It looked like he was wearing Kate's vampire costume teeth now. Knowing they were getting off watching her sent a tingling throb to her pussy and she shut down part of her mind that was starting to panic from the pain. She rolled her pelvis back at Frank again.

  “Spank me, Father, for I have sinned,” she said, wiggling her hips from side to side.

  “Mmmm,” he said appreciatively. He brought his hand sharply down on her ass again, and as he picked up the pace, she started to lose her ability to count as she tried to breathe through the burn.

  “Uh oh, start over again, Mary Catherine.”

  This time she was truly indignant—the fun of the spanking was over and her butt really hurt. “No way, Frank,” she protested. She reached back with her hands and covered her ass.

  “All right,” he conceded. “I will start over, but you don't have to count. You see, Mary Catherine? Jesus taught me mercy.”

  She snort-giggled at that as he peeled her hands off her burning bottom and carefully placed them back on the pool table. He rubbed her ass and she pushed back into his hand—the massaging was a relief compared to his spanking and she was growing desperate for a sexual release. Despite the pain, she was as turned on by the idea of Frank punishing her as she was of having her exploits on display, especially in front of her boss and his wife.

  She froze and sucked in her breath as she felt Frank slowly hook his thumbs in the elastic waistband of her panties and tug them down.

  She heard an appreciative, “Mmm,” from their audience, which was the only reason she didn't whip around and slap Frank. She was torn between extreme titillation and the worry that she was embarrassing herself. Her butt cheeks flinched involuntarily as she imagined how they must look presented to Frank and the onlookers. Frank started spanking again, slowly and deliberately. She was starting to sweat from the smarting slaps and was so turned on, she would have considered public sex with him right there in front of everyone. Which probably wasn't saying much, since Dom looked like he was close to having public sex with Kate as well. Even Jimmie had straddled Fox's lap and it looked like Fox was giving him a hickey.

  Frank continued with his slow steady slaps, turning her legs to jello and her pussy to melted butter. She had never been spanked by a guy before—hadn't known what a turn-on it would be to have a man dominate her this way, to cause her pain in the name of pleasure. She heard the words, “Oh God,” escape her lips and suddenly Frank's warm hand was rubbing her butt and he was leaning over her, his breath hot on her ear. “We'll call that forty. You were amazing.”

  The low rumble of his words affected her body like molten lava pouring through her veins. “You are so hot to me right now,” he continued. A soft moan escaped her lips. “Let's go somewhere we can be alone, Nanette,” he suggested in a husky voice.

  She nodded wordlessly—she wasn't sure if she was even capable of speech at that point.

  * * *

  Frank pulled her panties up and flipped her skirt down, taking her by the hand and leading her back to the main room. He was rock hard for her.

  “Back here,” she said, pulling him to the alcove under the stairs where a plush velvet couch was located and pulling his head toward hers for a kiss.

  He responded by claiming her mouth possessively, cupping the back of her head with one hand and finding one of her breasts with the other. Her lips were silky and soft and her tongue teased his eagerly. He invaded her mouth with his own tongue, moving his hand under her midriff shirt and bra to thumb one of her already hardened nipples. The physical proof of her arousal shot a sur
ge of lust through him and he made a low growling sound, squeezing her breast involuntarily before releasing it and reaching down to seek her ass. Her butt cheeks were still hot from the spanking, the thought of which sent a second surge of lust through him and he moaned against her lips. He reached his fingers inside her panties and deliberately calmed the intensity of his desire as he stroked her honeyed slit. Her pussy was swollen with desire, giving off so much moisture that her lacy white panties were soaked.

  “Do you have a condom?” she gasped.

  “Yeah,” he grunted, and thrust his hand into his pocket for his wallet to pull one out. She turned around and bent over the arm of the couch, looking back at him invitingly as he rolled the condom over his cock. For the second time that night, he flipped up the little plaid skirt, and slid the lacy white panties down for a better look at his handiwork. Her cheeks were blotchy red. He rubbed them and she pushed back at him eagerly. He freed his erection from his jeans and pushed slowly into her welcoming entrance, his eyes rolling back in his head with the incredible sensation of her wet heat engulfing his cock. He moved inside her, losing all thought except her heat and his need.

  With great effort, he reeled his attention back to satisfying Nanette—she certainly deserved his ministrations after the incredible way she'd offered up her bare ass for his punishment. He captured her breast in one hand and reached around to rub her hardened clit as he drove into her and was rewarded with a squirt of wetness as she spasmed around his cock. When she was finished, he moved his hands to brace her hips as he slapped her hot flesh with a different body part this time, entering deeply and lifting a little at the hilt for additional friction. He came hard and happy with a cry of triumph that could probably be heard from the pool room.

  He remained pressed against her for a moment before he slid out and pulled off the condom as she pulled up her panties and lowered her skirt.

  “Well, Mary Catherine,” he said with a smirk. “Did you learn your lesson?”

  Deathless Love Sample Chapter

  The figurative roof was on fire by the time the Morphs finished their last set at the house party. Kate sang the last note while watching a huge throng of people jumping up and down, cheering. It was amazing that the cops hadn't shown up to shut them down for noise.

  Kate gave Fox a satisfied grin as he unplugged his guitar from the amp. “That was good, eh?”

  “You rocked it,” he said in his faint British accent. “You okay to hang for a while?”

  “Ah...” she bit her lip. Unlike most of the general population, she was actually more comfortable on stage than off, and she didn't really know anyone at the party. But she knew Fox had been flirting with a guy all night and she didn't want to cock-block him. He deserved a good wing-man for once, considering how much he always did for her.

  “Yeah, that's cool,” she said.

  She helped the rest of the band pack up their equipment as Fox disappeared into the house. She wandered inside and found herself cornered by a rough-looking guy with a tattoo sleeve. He was nice enough, but she definitely wasn't interested. Her eyes darted around the room, looking for Fox or her other band-mates. “I gotta go find my friend,” she muttered to the guy and slipped away without making eye contact.

  “Has anyone seen Fox?” she asked the crowd of people standing in the dark kitchen. She pushed through the drugged-out crowd in the living room and made her way down the hallway. She tapped on a bedroom door, and hearing music, pushed it open.

  “There you are!” she exclaimed.

  Fox was making out with the guy he'd been flirting with earlier. He had him pushed up against the wall and was sucking on his neck. He whirled around when he heard her—and her heart stopped. Fox had blood dripping from his mouth—from his fangs, actually—and more was running down his neck.

  Vampire! Oh my fucking God!

  She let out a blood-curdling scream and suddenly Fox was right in front of her with a hand over her mouth.

  “Shut up!” he hissed. She stumbled backward, her eyes popping out of her head, trying to get away from him and his bloody fangs. He lunged forward to keep his hand on her mouth and kept following until she slammed into the wall behind her. “Shhh. Shut up, Kate.” He looked into her eyes and she suddenly found she couldn't make a sound. He disappeared and reappeared in front of the unlucky guy, who had whirled around in confusion and was staring at Kate stupidly.

  She wanted to run, but she was rooted to the spot, horrified and transfixed, waiting to watch the guy she had thought of as her best friend kill the boy-toy he had picked up. He grasped the guy's neck and bent his head down again, but instead of fangs, his tongue extended from his mouth and he licked the blood from the man’s neck, as if he were cleaning the wound. The blood stopped trickling out and soon she could hardly see where he had been bitten. Fox murmured something to the guy, who smiled dazedly, gave him a kiss and turned to walk out. Fox gave him a slap on the butt as he left. Then he turned back to her.

  She was crying, silently. She felt as though she must certainly be in a nightmare, because vampires didn't exist, especially not in her world. Not her best friend. He flashed back in front of her again.

  “Shh, Kate, it's all right. But no screaming, okay?”

  She just stared at him, but her voice came back and her cries were no longer silent.

  “Did I hurt you? Are you okay?” He was grasping her shoulders, but his touch was gentle. The fangs had retracted and he looked like he always did. She shook her head, confused enough to wonder if she had really witnessed what she thought she had just witnessed.

  “Where's Fox?” she asked between sobs. It was a stupid question, since he clearly was Fox, but her mind couldn't wrap around what was happening.

  “Shh… I'm Fox, baby. I'm the same guy you've known for the past three years. I just have a secret, that's all.”

  She shook her head.

  “Calm down.” He tipped her chin up to his face and when she met his eyes, she felt a wave of calm spread through her body. Except it felt all wrong, because her mind was still frantic.

  She tried to shove him away, but it was like trying to push a bus. “Don't do that!”

  He held up his hands, palms out. “Okay, I won't. Look at me and I'll undo it.”

  She didn't trust him. She looked at his pierced earlobe instead of his eyes.

  “Kate, it's me. It's Fox. Have I ever hurt you? I haven’t, have I?”

  That was true. Fox had been nothing but a friend to her since the day he asked her to be in his band. And if he had been a vampire for the past three years and had never harmed her, she probably was safe with him. She met his eyes and felt the adrenaline return to her body, her heart pumping double-time. She took several deep breaths to calm herself.

  “Come on,” Fox said, grabbing her hand. “Let's get out of here.”

  Fear surged through her again and she dug her heels in. “Where are we going?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I'm taking you home.” When she still resisted him, he turned and took hold of her shoulders again. He peered at her with sympathy. “Kate,” he said gently. “Do you want me to erase it from your memory?”

  She blinked at him, then shook her head vehemently.

  “You've seen this before.”

  She felt dizzy at that. “I… I have?”

  He nodded, soberly. “I've erased your memories. But it's getting to the point where I've erased too much. I don't want to cause any psychological damage.”

  It was an odd mixture of relief and fear that washed through her. To know that she had seen this before was proof that she was safe with him. And yet knowing that he'd tampered with her mind was profoundly disturbing. She started walking, willing at least to let him take her home.

  When they were in his car, she asked, “So were you going to turn him?”

  Fox chuckled. “No, love,” he answered with the charming British accent that helped keep him in boy toys. “We don't turn people and we don't kill for blood. I was just
feeding. It didn't harm him a bit and he won't remember a thing.”

  “We…?” Her mind raced ahead. “Oh. Stella and Dom. Right?” Fox lived with the owner and manager of one of the nightclubs where their band played. She had always thought it was strange that three adults—none of whom were in a relationship with each other—would live together when they all could clearly afford their own places.

  He nodded.

  “Wait… are you telling me that vampires don't turn people?”

  “No. I'm telling you that we don't. You can think of us as rogue vampires. That's why we're in Tucson, Arizona—it's the last place most vampires would want to be.”

  “Because of the sun?” She knew she was being slow on the uptake, but her mind couldn't process all this at once.

  “Right.”

  “So there aren't other vampires here?”

  “Nope.” Pulling up in front of her place, he turned in his seat to look at her. “So, listen, Kate. I'm going to make it so that you can't tell anyone about this. It's for your own good. Mortals who know about vampires usually either get turned or sucked dry.”

  She felt like she was going to cry again. He tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear. “Kate, I promise you're safe with me. There's nothing to be afraid of. Can you believe me?”

  Call her crazy, but she did believe him. She nodded.

  “Good. Look at me,” he commanded softly. She felt a little wave of something, or perhaps she just imagined it because she knew he was hypnotizing her.

  “Do you want to just leave your keyboard in my trunk until tomorrow?”

  She nodded.

  “Okay, good night. Call me if you need to talk more about it, okay?”

  “Okay, goodnight,” she said.

  She went into her little adobe casita and made a cup of chamomile tea to calm her nerves.

  As the fear wore off, she felt little shivers of thrill running through her. Dom was a vampire. Dom—the extremely good-looking nightclub owner who was the object of almost all of her fantasies—got even hotter in her mind.