Page 333 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 1

She felt a surge of arousal. “Yes,” she breathed. He gave her a few gentle slaps, which only hurt because she was still so sore. He followed them with rubbing, which normally helped, but this time even that hurt.

“Bad girls get spanked on their bare bottoms, don't they?” A couple more light slaps.

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Bad girls get spanked hard.”

She was breathing hard now, starting to grind her hips into Dom's lap. He dipped his fingers between her legs, gliding the silky moisture up and down the outside of her pussy. She moaned.

“Did you get spanked hard, Kate?”

“Yessss.”

“Yes. You got spanked with my belt, didn't you?”

Her belly flipped at the mention of the belt and she moaned again.

“Didn't you?”

“Yes.”

“But you'll be a good girl now, won't you?”

“Yes.”

“Yes. You'll get good girl spankings.”

His fingers entered her and she felt a zing of sexual energy run down the insides of her legs to the arches of her feet. Her toes spontaneously curled.

“Good girl spankings are better than bad girl spankings, aren't they, Kate?”

She gasped as his fingers had started to enter and withdraw deeper and deeper. “Oh God…” she moaned.

“I like to give good girl spankings,” he said and his fingers found that elusive g-spot deep within her as his thumb applied light pressure to her butt hole. She bucked under the magic of his touch, shuddering her release and begging for more before it even ended. He didn't release her, bringing her over the edge again, this time penetrating her anus with his thumb as his two fingers continued to explore her g-spot. She was begging, moaning, almost crying at the ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm rolled through her.

When Dom finally released her, he wasted no time in flipping her on her back and freeing his erection. He gave a fangy smile as he covered her body with his own, entering her and holding her shoulders so he could drive deeply. She rolled her head back, lost to the sensation of it, calling out and climaxing when he came, tipping her head back and pulling his head down to help his fangs find her vein. He struck and suckled, still grinding gently inside her, his heart beating firmly against her own. She sighed. All was right in the world.

Being unable to see did not hinder making love to Kate in the slightest. But as he suckled her vein post-coitally, he “saw” a dancing of lights around her head. Fairies. He'd had that feeling before about her, when he'd been sculpting. Somehow, being blind had enhanced his seldom used inner vision. And he didn't have any of the headache or nausea that he normally did when he tried to call upon it.

“Do you believe in fairies, Kate?” he asked.

“Fairies?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, I guess if I believe in vampires, I have to believe in fairies, too, right?” she said flippantly. But then she added, “Actually, I've always loved fairies. When I was a child, I had a picture book about fairies that I used to read over and over again. I pretended that they were watching over me.”

“They are.”

“What do you mean?”

“I see fairies around you now. Being blind has some perks, it seems.”

Kate's fingers were twined in his hair and she was still undulating slightly. He kissed her fully, then rolled onto his side, facing her. “Can I tell you, something?” He felt like he wanted to offer her something of himself. She'd given him the gift of her complete submission. He was so tired of holding himself apart from everybody all the time. It felt amazing to be so intimate with someone for the first time in so many hundreds of years.

“Before I was turned I had a gift. God spoke to me. Or so it felt. I saw things—I knew things before they were going to happen. Nowadays you call them psychic abilities. I had it from childhood. It took me a while to learn that not everyone saw the things I did, and so at first I hid it. I thought something was wrong with me. But when I became a man, I saw it differently. I felt blessed. Like I had guidance, angels that watched over me.

“Then I was turned.” His voice broke a little and he was surprised that after all these years there was still emotion there. “I was turned and…God cast me out,” he croaked.

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