Page 303 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“Do I really deserve so little of your respect?” There was no trace of humor on his face at all.

That threw her off balance. He seemed like he was really upset with her. Unsure, she blinked at him. Or was he just playing authoritarian for her again? That thought sent a rush of heat between her legs and butterflies to her tummy. Dom's eyes dilated suddenly and she thought she saw his fangs get long. Oh god—he must have smelled her arousal again. Seeing him like that—the look of hunger on his face, his dark hair falling into his face, his eyes burning—she felt almost light-headed with desire for him.

“I can't decide if you're serious or just trying to tweak me.”

His lids lowered and he stepped closer to her, pinning her against the wall. “I am serious,” he said in a low, sexy voice. “And I like to tweak you.”

Mission accomplished.

His fangs were fully elongated, the sight of which made her even wetter. He leaned forward and dragged the tip of his fang along her neck. She trembled, waiting to see what he would do next. He didn't strike her vein, instead he pulled back up and looked her in the eye, with the same stern expression. “If you roll your eyes at me again, I will spank you. And it won't be the fun kind of spanking.” He lifted his eyebrows. “Do you understand?”

The temptation to roll her eyes again was so strong. Not because she liked spankings, but because he really was being over the top and it would relieve the shuddering excitement that was building inside her. But she was an obedient girl by nature and directly defying him was too much. She nodded weakly. Then she reached out and boldly pulled his hips toward hers till their bodies were pressed together. He gave a soft groan. She could feel his erection pressing against her. She began to stroke it through his pants and with a growl he cupped her bottom and squeezed, then slid his fingers around to the front of her, slipping under her skirt and into her panties to stroke at the outer lips of her slippery pussy. She gasped.

He picked her up and sat her butt on the counter top, spreading her knees and pulling her panties to the side to suck at her core. She fell back on her elbows and moaned. He flicked his tongue over her clit, then penetrated her with it and she wriggled about as her need grew stronger. “Yes, Dom!” she gasped.

That urged him into action and he used a fang to shred her panties off. Freeing himself from his pants, he pulled her hips closer and entered her, driving upward and in with a satisfying vigor. He continued at that pace until she moaned again and then he picked her up, holding her weight easily in his arms and lifting and lowering her entire body rapidly so that her silky wet sheath traveled up and down his cock with the full gravity of her weight. Up and down he bounced her until she was screaming, “Yes, oh God, yes!” and coming like there was no tomorrow.

He came too, then pivoted and pressed her back to the wall, leaned forward and struck her vein, suckling gently as if it were a caress. And God, did it turn her on. She orgasmed a second time, her muscles spasming around him, drawing his semen deeply within her. Good thing vampires couldn't have children, because a condom hadn't even crossed her mind. Like the past two times, he didn't suck for long—which was a relief, because just the idea of losing blood made her feel weak. When he finished, he licked the wounds, which she had learned from Fox made them heal faster.

“Oh Jesus!” he said suddenly, pulling back and inspecting her with concern. “I forgot about your accident. Are you all right? I shouldn't have been so rough.”

She shook her head. “No, it wasn't too rough.” But now that she was calming down, she was starting to feel worse for the wear. There was a pain in her ribs. She pulled up her shirt to inspect. He flicked the overhead florescent back on, blinding them both for a moment. There was a nasty bruise from her seat belt beginning to emerge. Dom ran his finger lightly over it.

Why was it that his concern was so… nourishing to her? She drank up the attention like it was life-giving water or something. She loved him inspecting her, making soft noises of worry. But that was stupid—she didn't need the worrying sort of attention. That was the kind of need that turns women into drama queens or “thespians,” as they called them at the club. No, it was just the intimacy between them that felt so satisfying.

“Put some ice on that when you get home, okay?”

She nodded.

“Or do you want me to make you a Ziplock bag right now?”

“No, thanks. I'm fine.”

“All right, let's get you home.”

She smoothed her skirt down and stooped to pick up the shredded panties.

“Sorry about those,” he said with a wicked grin.

“No, you're not,” she said with mock tartness. He put an arm around her as they walked out the back door, and he led her out to his silver Mercedes, which was parked in his private parking space.

“Listen,” he said with a hesitating tone, spinning the keyring around his finger.

Oh God, what? Her red flags went up with that tone.

“I don't want you to think this errand running gig is contingent on you screwing me. I just realized that it might seem that way. What just happened… well, I hope you didn't feel like you owed me.”

She snatched the keys from his hands. “Don't be ridiculous,” she snapped. She was offended. As if she would have sex with someone just to use their car. Please.

“Sorry,” he muttered and shook his head, as if realizing he had blundered. He climbed in the passenger seat, making her nervous as he silently watched her familiarize herself with the instruments on the dash. After she adjusted the seat and mirrors, she backed out carefully. She was overly cautious, checking and double-checking her progress in all the mirrors. She felt like she was having her driver's exam all over again.

“So I'm driving you home?”

“No, drive to your place. I have my own way of getting home,” he said, winking at her when she looked over.

Waiting at a stoplight, he said, “Do you text and drive, Kate?”

“No,” she said immediately. Then shrunk a little in her seat.

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