by Renee Rose
She crawled off the top of him and sat back, looking at him with a vulnerability that pulled at his heart. She was needy after last night, which he could understand. He had no problem giving her all the reassurance she required to know that his love for her was secure.
“Dom, can we get the second spanking over with now?”
His heart lurched for her.
“Sure, bambina.” He sat up and touched her face. “Are you anxious about it?”
She nodded, looking miserable.
He was wishing he hadn't set a second spanking, but he didn't believe in not following through on a promised punishment.
“I'm sorry I scared you last night. You were wise to ask me to cool off.” Not that he had felt out of control, but if his fangs were out in anger he shouldn't touch his mortal wife, no matter how sure of himself he felt.
Kate's eyes filled with tears, an acknowledgment of just how frightened she must have been. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. She curled into him tightly and he stroked her hair. “We're going to be okay, bambina. Everything's going to be okay."
After holding her and rubbing her back for a while, he drew back and lifted her beautiful face to his. “It really hurt that you would lie to me,” he said.
“I'm sorry, Dom,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “At the time it felt more like an exaggeration than an actual lie.” She swallowed, shrinking a bit under his stare. “But I saw how it affected you. Believe me, I don't want to see you look at me like that again.”
He blinked, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him—gratitude and love, tainted with pain.
He managed a wry smile. “You don't want to see the fangs again?”
“No sir,” she said, making him smile again. “Or not the angry fangs, anyway,” she added. The aroused fangs she could handle just fine.
He smiled again. “Go fetch me the rubber spatula from the kitchen.”
She gave him a strange look, a mixture of relief and wariness, as she straightened her skirt to obey. When she returned with the requested implement, he instructed her to remove her clothes and bend over the dresser. He watched her as she complied, unable to look at him.
“Spread your legs,” he said, nudging them apart with the spatula. He heard her breath draw in, felt the shimmer of growing desire and fear coming from her. “More,” he said, prodding her inner thigh. He rubbed her cheeks, which were still marked from the whipping he'd given her the night before. “You were a naughty girl last night, weren't you?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” she whimpered.
He was rewarded with the delicious smell of her arousal. Spanking was Kate's “on” button when it came to sex. And though she wouldn't have enjoyed the disciplinary spanking she'd received the night before, talking about it now would drive her wild. Reframing it as erotic fodder after the fact was the quickest way for the two of them to reconnect after discipline.
“What happens to naughty girls?” he asked, tapping her bottom with the spatula.
“They get spanked,” she said, the slight quaver in her voice making him smile.
He popped one cheek with the spatula and she jumped. “That's right,” he said, popping the other cheek and watching her perfect little ass jump again.
“You got spanked with my belt, didn't you?” he murmured.
She whimpered at that.
“Didn't you?”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered, her hips swaying back and forth, the moisture gathering between her legs so abundant that a drop fell on the floor.
“I gave you a spanking you'll never forget,” he said as he snapped the rubber spatula up, catching her squarely on her exposed pussy.
She gasped, jerking her hips to one side. He caught her hip and swung her pelvis back to center. “Stay very still for me, Kate,” he said lovingly, stroking and kneading her sore cheeks with his free hand. “You'll remember your spanking every time you sit today, won't you?”
Before she could answer, he brought up the spatula again. She cried out, causing Luci to wake with a wail.
“I got it,” he muttered and crossed the room to where Luci lay on the bed. He stroked her cheek, locking eyes with her and using vampire hypnosis to put her back to sleep.
When he returned to Kate, though, he felt something like resentment or anger coming off her, the arousal quickly fading.
“What?”
She remained facing the dresser and shook her head, without looking back. “Nothing.”
He picked her up at the waist, turning and plopping her on the dresser. He had to bite back an apology when she winced from the impact of the hard wood on her sore bottom—you don't apologize for discipline, unless it was unfair.
`“I've just made it clear how I feel about lies,” he warned.
She blanched, but her jaw thrust forward. She was staring somewhere in the vicinity of his right earlobe, rather than his eyes.
“Tell me.”
She heaved an exaggerated sigh, dragging her eyes to meet his. “Okay, it's just that I wonder why you couldn't have done that last night? Instead of letting her scream? Or was that part of my punishment—to see her so upset?”
“I did do that last night,” he snapped. “At least a dozen times. And the hungrier she got, the more quickly it wore off!” He took a breath and exhaled slowly, troubled that his irritation level was still so high. He ran a hand through his hair. “But maybe you're right. Maybe part of me did want you to see her distress,” he admitted.
He sat down next to her on the bureau and gathered his thoughts. “Listen, I've been thinking. Parenthood is a big stressor. I imagine you stayed out too late because you never get fun time anymore. And I'm thinking I have a short fuse because I've become a hermit here. I can't leave in the daylight, and I'm watching Luci the nights when you're performing with the band. And the nights when you're not out, I don't feel like leaving the two of you. But it's not healthy for either of us to just be living only for caring for our baby, regardless of how fulfilling it can be.”
Kate's bare thigh was pressed against his leg and she reached for his hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't know—” she started in a choked voice.
He waved his free hand. “It's okay. I just think we need to have a designated date night. Once a week we'll leave Luci with Stella and go out on the town together. How does that sound?”
Kate squeezed his hand and nodded. “I would love that. But Luci—”
“Would be in very capable hands.”
“Of course she would,” Kate said, but her voice contained doubt.
He put his arm around her, refraining from pointing out her lack of worry the previous night. “Stella loves her as her own, you know that.”
Kate nodded.
“Has she told you that she was pregnant once?”
“No!” Kate looked at him, surprised. “Before she was turned, you mean?”
“She was pregnant when she was turned, actually. It caused her to lose the baby, which has been a source of grief ever since. So having Luci here… well, I think it helps heal old wounds for her.”
“Wow,” Kate breathed and he could feel her empathetic grief for Stella's loss. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
Kate slid off the dresser and stood between his knees, giving him her best baby doll eyes. She ran her hands up and down his thighs. “Are you still going to spank me?”
* * *
She was crazy to want a spanking considering how sore she was, but Dom had clearly been in the erotic spanking kind of mood, and she'd been more than half-way to turn-on before they were derailed. Dom looked at her thoughtfully.
“Yes, I think I will get back to punishing you,” he said, sliding off the dresser to stand.
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.
“Assume the position.”
She giggled and bent back over the dresser, leaning on her forearms.
“I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who lie,” Dom said, parting he
r cheeks with his hands. She sucked in her breath when she felt his thumb pressing into her anus. He pushed it all the way in and then slid it out, talking all the while in his deep, sexy voice. “Little girls get their bottoms punished. Like this,” he said, pushing deeper.
She moaned, relaxing and opening to his invasion. His thumb retreated and she heard the rustle of clothing, then felt the head of his cock pressing at her asshole. He had never fucked her here before, and she certainly had never wanted him to, but in this moment, the idea was sending her mind rocketing over the moon and her pussy into a puddle. He moved his cock lower, dipping it into the natural lubricant of her pussy, then brought it back up and pushed insistently on her anus. She gave a loud, appreciative moan, holding perfectly still as his wide cock stretched her hole.
“Yesssss,” she encouraged. He pushed in and out of her, reaching one of his hands around the front and spanking her pussy with a flick of his wrist. It didn't hurt, but the idea of it—of this being a punishment—was driving her wild. “Ohh,” she moaned.
“That's right,” he murmured. “Take your punishment like a good girl.” He continued fucking her ass while he spanked and she squirted in panicked ecstasy—it was that moment before an orgasm hits when desperation takes over. “Come for me,” he growled, slapping harder and she erupted at the command, tremors rocking her body so strongly that she momentarily lost all awareness of who or where she was. By the time the last one rippled through, she felt boneless and would have collapsed in a heap on the floor if Dom hadn't been holding her.
His spent cock slid out of her and he scooped her easily into his arms, carrying her to their bathroom, where he balanced her on one knee as he turned on the shower. When the water temperature was to his liking, he carried her in and set her on her feet, still supporting her with an arm around her waist. She fell back against the wet tile wall, water spraying her face. He adjusted the water so it hit the side wall instead and began to slowly lather her body with soap.
It was pure bliss, and she knew it was pure bliss, but could hardly experience it because she was still so far out from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just had. She made an effort to reel her consciousness back in as she admired her vampire husband—the lines of firm muscle rippling as he moved, the dark lashes against green and gold flecked eyes. Eyes that were devouring her now with appreciation, fangs still half-lengthened. She tipped her head back to offer her neck and he smiled, the fangs shooting to full length, but he shook his head.
“I already drank from you today, amore mio.” He leaned in close to run the tip of a fang along her neck, anyway. “Shall we start our date night tradition tonight? I'm dying to take you out on the town.”
“Dying is an odd word choice for a vampire,” she teased.
His normally smooth expression suddenly became animated. “I have something to show you, piccolina.”
“What is it?”
“Come here.” He turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, holding a towel out for her before drying himself. Then he used his towel to wipe a clear spot on the fogged mirror and leaned forward to examine his hair. “Look at this,” he said eagerly.
She leaned in next to him. “What?”
“Look, here. Do you see it? It's a gray hair!” He turned away from the mirror and they stared at each other.
“You're… you're aging?” she asked, shocked.
He nodded, his eyes bright with excitement. “So it seems. Maybe more than just my semen turned mortal when I fought off Roxanna's attempt to turn me.”
“You're happy.” She wound her arms around his neck, trying to take in the significance. Dom had resisted their relationship in the beginning because he was unwilling to give his heart to a mortal who would die while he lived on.
“Si, bambina. We'll age together like married couples should. It's a miracle. Not as big a miracle as Luci, but almost.”
Her heart burst with love for him—she was moved by his desire to grow old and die with her, rather than continue his immortal life as a vampire. And just to see him so happy was a gift.
She offered her lips to him, pulling his head down to meet hers. “It's wonderful,” she said softly, pressing her lips against his, slipping her tongue teasingly between his lips. He cupped the back of her head and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against his naked form, his hard, lean body perfectly matched to her small soft one. They fit together in a harmonious balance of opposites: male to female, age to youth, vampire to mortal, dominant to submissive. And now they didn't have to fear their future. Their love may have no end, but their lives would—an odd thing to celebrate, but a blessing, nonetheless.
They parted when Luci woke with a wail. “I'll get her,” she murmured, and returned to the steamy bathroom with their other blessing in her arms. Dom wrapped his arms around both of them with a contented-sounding sigh. Luci crooned happily and she closed her eyes, savoring the joy that flowed between the three of them.
The End
Bonus Story: Mary Catherine Learns Her Lesson
Nanette had put on her default costume to work Halloween at No Return, the nightclub where she cocktailed. It was the same costume she'd thrown on last year and the year before. It was completely unoriginal, as evidenced by the six other Catholic school girls in the club. But it had taken no thought whatsoever and didn't encumber her movement around the crowded club, so it met her requirements.
The house band, The Morphs, was just about to play, so she headed over to the stage to see if any of the band members needed a drink. She hopped up on the stage and took a good look at Frank, the drummer. He was wearing a Catholic priest outfit.
“Frank Martin, you look ridiculous playing drums in that costume!” she exclaimed, laughing.
He looked up and grinned broadly, his eyes traveling up and down her body, resting a moment too long on her breasts. “Be careful how you speak to Father Frank, Mary Catherine, or he'll take a cane to your bare bottom!”
She couldn't help but giggle. “Mary Catherine, eh? You think I'm Irish Catholic?”
“I guess in Tucson it would be Maria Caterina, right?” he drawled, his thick-lashed green eyes locking onto hers in a way that took her breath away.
Why had she never noticed before how extraordinarily good-looking he was? She didn't know whether it was that glittering gaze or the way her thoughts drifted back to his threat to cane her, but her mouth had gone inexplicably dry and her heart had picked up its pace.
His eyes dropped again to her breasts, which she had squeezed into a cropped white t-shirt that was two sizes too small for her. “You look hot,” he murmured.
She normally had a snappy answer for every pick up line out there, but “Do you need a drink?” was all she managed to choke out.
“Sure,” he said, melting her with an impish grin. “Irish car bomb.”
“You got it,” she said, turning abruptly away before she made an even bigger fool of herself.
When she served it to him, he covered her hand as he took the glass so that she couldn't pull away. “We're working on your song,” he said, indicating Kate and Fox, the two lead band members with his chin. They were leaning together over an iPad with Fox trying chords on his guitar and Kate singing along. She looked at Frank's fingers, which were still covering hers. A current of electricity was zinging through them and she found herself wondering what it would feel like to have those hands on other parts of her body.
“What?” she asked dazedly.
“You'll see,” he said, relinquishing her hand with that boyish smile again.
A few moments later, the lead singer Kate got on the mic to open up the set. She was dressed as a sexy vampiress, with a short black skirt and long black cape and fancy fangs. Kate had married Nanette's boss, Dom, a month ago in the sweetest little wedding she'd ever attended.
“This first song is from Father Frank, going out to our favorite server!” Kate said and started singing a rock ballad she vaguely recognized as from the 80's. “
Sister Christian, oh the time has come…”
She craned her neck and saw Frank wink at her. She laughed and gave him a thumbs up.
* * *
This was the first time he'd ever cracked the normally aloof cocktail waitress, Nanette. He'd been hot for her since she first started working at the club a year ago, but she'd never given him the time of day. For some reason tonight she was sending out the signals, though. It had been his perfect luck that their costumes were coordinated. She was truly wearing the hell out of hers—there had been other girls dressed in Catholic school uniforms that night, but none could hold a candle to her. She had the perfect body for it—petite with a small waist and shapely legs, and big, natural breasts. He'd watched her all night, carrying trays loaded with martinis and cosmopolitans, tossing her long glossy brown hair as she moved smoothly through the pumping crowd without spilling a drink.
Believing there's a window of opportunity for such things, he had a plan for hanging out with her when the club closed. She was sitting at the bar sipping on her shift drink, which boded well. If she had somewhere to be, she'd have already taken off with the rest of the employees. He finished loading his drums into his van and walked back in.
“Play a game of pool, Dom?” he asked the club owner, hoping to have a reason to be allowed to stick around after hours.
Dom looked at his wife Kate. “Nah, I should get her to bed,” he said. Kate was pregnant and was often exhausted by the end of a night on stage.
“No, I want to stay, Dom, please? Just for a little while?”