Deathless Discipline (4 page)

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 surge 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.

* * *

“Mmm, yummy,” said Stella, Dom's bar manager and fellow fang, lifting her eyes toward the door. Kate Strand, the lead singer of the Morphs, had just come swinging through it. She was dressed tonight as Marilyn Monroe—complete with a 50's style dress and platinum curls. Kate's look changed from week to week and she could pretty much rock every look she tried.

“I'll say,” Dom agreed, watching her approach the bar in her black stilettos. She was a lithe little thing—slender with small breasts and hips and more presence than three women combined.

“Oh yeah, she's retro this week,” Fox said absently. It was Fox who had “discovered” Kate and invited her to sing for his band, the Morphs. He was the third vampire in their Tucson nest, and his interests didn't lie with the female sex. Otherwise, he too would surely have been gawking. Pretty much everyone in the bar was rubbernecking her right now. Although she could have been wearing her Spiderman shirt and jean shorts and they'd still be looking.

“Hey, Kate,” Dom said, filling a glass of ginger ale with lime for her.

“Hey,” she said breathily, swinging onto the bar stool next to Fox and beaming at Dom for the drink. “Thanks.”

“Hi gorgeous,” Stella said, sidling over and leaning across the bar to kiss Kate's cheek. “I like the Marilyn thing.”