Page 324 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

“I don't know the names of any of the cacti. Are they all night-bloomers?”

He nodded. “Every one of them. This one is called flying saucer. It only blooms for one night. Over there are some other non-natives–moon flower and night gladiolus.”

“Did you plant all these yourself?”

He shook his head. “No, I hired a landscape designer. But I spend a lot of time out here communing with them.”

“Dom, I have a question for you.”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you work at No Return? It seems to me like you have plenty of money and you have great staff over there—they could handle everything.”

“I work to force myself to get out and interact with people. If I didn't make it a point to work, I'd probably just hole up in my sculpture studio and turn into a hermit.”

She nodded. “That makes sense.”

She looked up at him and he caught her in his arms and kissed her. She felt the tips of his fangs on her lips as they elongated and she pressed her hips against his to feel his erection. She pushed him back into a comfortable outdoor lounge chair. “If you recall, I owe you a blow job.”

“Mmm. I had not forgotten.”

She unbuttoned his pants and freed his erection, kneeling between his legs and licked his cock from base to tip, keeping her eyes on his in what she hoped was a seductive look. He was uncircumcised and it was the first uncircumcised cock she had ever sucked. She realized suddenly that he had probably had a million blow jobs in his very long lifetime, and she wasn't sure how her skills would compare. She licked a few more long strokes before taking him into her mouth. She loved the feel of his thick length stiffening even more as she slid her warm mouth up and down it. She loved the sense of servitude that kneeling before him gave her and at the same time, the power of giving him pleasure. She worked it for a long time, her jaw aching to accommodate his width, her fingers massaging his ball sac, pressing and squeezing at the base of his penis as her lips moved up and down his cock. She could take most of its full length into her mouth without hitting that gag reflex when it hit the uvula. His endowments were more in the way of girth and her jaw was truly starting to lock up from the strain of sucking with it open so wide. She started to feel a bit anxious. How long would he take before he came? Was he used to hour-long blow jobs? Would he tell her what he liked so she could get there faster?

Dom must've felt her anxiety, because he laughed. “Come here, bambina,” he said, releasing her from duty. “I want to be in you.” He pulled her up to stand, turned her facing away from him and pulled her panties down, then lowered her to sit on his cock.

She sighed in pleasure as he began to move her hips toward and away from him with a bit of a grinding motion thrown in for extra friction on her clit. She started to moan. Even though she was on top, he was driving, his vampire strength making it easy to manipulate her in any direction and speed that he wanted. In the end he bounced her into orgasmic bliss, then stood with her bent at the waist and drove into her until he came, too.

It was amazing. She settled on his lap and breathed in the sweet scent of the desert flowers and sighed with pleasure. The sound of the water in the fountain was soothing. She looked at his windows and noticed that he had blinds on the outside. “Why are your blinds on the outside instead of the inside?”

“Actually, I have it set up so that you have to open the shutters on both the inside and outside of the window if you want to let light in. It's a safety measure—like the double doors at the entrance. If you ever want to open them, that's how you do it, but make sure you close both sides by noon at the latest—before Stella, Fox or I wake up. It's really important that you never leave them undone. Capiche?”

She nodded. “Absolutely.”

“Are you ready for bed?” he asked.

She nodded.

“Is it okay if I don't tuck you in? I want to work on your sculpture.”

“Of course!” she said, although her heart had sunk just a little bit. But that was part of being with a vampire, wasn't it? He wasn't going to go to sleep when she did. Ever. Well, she could certainly live with that.

When she woke in the morning, she was tucked up with her head on Dom's shoulder and one leg thrown over his body. He was sleeping heavily, he didn't even move when she climbed out and got in the shower.

Upstairs, he had left his laptop on the kitchen table with a note: Check out these blogs. Curious, she opened the lid to the laptop and looked at the blog that was open. It featured a large wooden paddle at the top and the blog post had the tags of domestic discipline, spanko, submission, marriage, taken in hand and this thing we do. Forgetting her plan to make herself a latte, she sat down and started reading, fascinated.

It was funny that Dom had researched this for her. She could be an obsessive researcher herself, but it had never occurred to her to Google about her kink. She guessed she thought she would just get pornography.

She read for two hours straight. Dom had been right—the blogs were full of women just like her. Women who liked to be spanked in every kind of flavor. She read blogs with details of erotic spankings which really turned her on. There were also blogs about couples who engaged in domestic discipline, where one partner (usually the husband) was deemed to be the “Head of Household” and the other partner submitted to his will or was punished by spanking. There were blogs by people who practiced a mix of erotic spanking and domestic discipline. There were blogs that were more about master and slave, and blogs with a religious bent.

She read with fascination. Regardless of the flavor, many of them had mentions of how bringing the spanking dynamic into their relationship had improved their sex life, intimacy, communication and closeness. And the bloggers seemed very supportive with their comments to each other.

She found some sites that were “how to's” on spanking. One site riled her up with biblical references for why a man must be the head of the household and the woman should submit. Even as it riled her up, the idea of having a husband who believed he was responsible for disciplining her turned her on. She remembered how hearing that Dom used to discipline Stella had made her wet.

When the rumbling in her belly finally convinced her to pause for breakfast and coffee, she found she was trembling all over—excited, titillated, angry, encouraged. It was so much to process all this new information. She shut the laptop with a snap and busied herself with breakfast.

She dug around the kitchen and decided to make a big breakfast, in case anyone else in the house woke up and felt like eating. She cooked up a package of bacon in the fridge and made apple walnut pancakes with cinnamon and nutmeg. The smell of it lured all three vampires out of bed, looking groggy and curious as they convened in the kitchen to see what she was up to.

“Hungry?” she asked with a bright smile.

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