Devon's Discipline (15 page)

“Did you send me panties?” she said out loud as she shot off a text to Donovan. Of course it had to be him. Who else would send her a gift card for so much money?

His answer came a minute later.

A
nything else?

Devon flushed as she thought about him buying such an intimate gift.

So
mething with feathers.

His text came back quickly.

Panties with feathers?

“No! Ugh!” He knew how to lead her on.

Silk panties.

Panties made you think of me?

“You’re such a bastard!” Devon growled at her phone.

Only when wet.

Like now?

“Two can play this game!” She pursed her lips.

Why don’t you come over and find out?

Devon pressed send before she remembered the fight they’d had. She wanted to remain mad at him, but the need to see him trumped everything else.

Come outside.

“What the hell?” Devon moved to the window and threw open her shade. She couldn’t see anything against the darkness of the sky but he could be out there.

Not in the mood for games.

Who’s playing? Get out here.

Devon had half a mind to flip off the lawn below as she was convinced he stood outside, but she decided not to and resigned to play along.

“Where are you going?” Lucy called from the couch as Devon made her way downstairs.

“Nowhere. I’ll be right back.”

“Be careful, please.”

“Always,” Devon assured her, then walked outside. She wandered around to the side of the house.
Is he teasing me?

“Took you long enough,” Donovan scoffed as she turned the corner and approached him.

“Are you still mad at me?”

“You issued a challenge. I just followed through.” He tugged her against him.

“I did?” Devon bit her lip. “So, you’re not upset?”

“Shhh.” He slipped his hand down the front of her pants and slid two fingers inside her heat. “I do make you wet.”

“Mmm… I said as much.” Devon arched backwards as his pinky tickled across her anus. He slid a third finger inside her pussy and she rose up on her feet. “Please?”

“Please what?”

“I want to go back home with you.” Devon shuddered. “Now…”

“You are in no position to make demands.” Donovan increased the speed of his fingers. “Though I like you in this position.”

“But—” Devon bucked as an orgasm hit her. She knew somewhere in the back of her brain he had a point, and she knew she had a hell of a punishment coming. “Oh!” Another orgasm rolled over her and she opened her mouth to scream.

Donovan caught her mouth in his and quieted her moans. “You left all your things behind.”

“I know.” Devon leaned her head on his shoulder. He had brought her to climax with just his fingers and it was driving her mad. “Please?”

“I have a conference call after class on Saturday, but then I’ll be home. I expect to find you there.” Donovan caught her chin with his free hand and raised it to meet his eyes. “We have things to discuss.”

“You started it,” Devon pouted. “Tease.”

“You think so?” Donovan grinned wickedly. “Just wait.” He let go of her chin and lifted her shirt up.

“I doubt it.” She rose up again as he continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, faster each time.
How can he focus?

Donovan pushed her bra to the side and tweaked a nipple. He gave her another smile then dipped his head down.

“What are you—oh!” A sharp pinch threw her into another orgasm. She rode the wave of pleasure up and down, and up and down again as he did the same with the other nipple, then sucked hard. Devon tried to reply but she could only moan.

“You should know I respond to a challenge. Every time.” Donovan withdrew his fingers and fixed her clothing.

“I believe you. So um… I have this early class tomorrow so I really should go.” Her nipples ached in a good way but her panties were soaked. She wanted a shower and then she wanted to go to bed.

“Yeah? Big surprise. And you have a professor who doesn’t like late students.”

“Nah, she’s an angel compared to my other professor. Like this one time I came in fifteen minutes late and I couldn’t sit comfortably for three days.”

“Only three? Good thing you weren’t twenty minutes late.” Donovan nuzzled against her cheek. “I’d hate to think what would have happened then.”

“Mm-hmm. I really need to make sure I’m on time for my class.” Devon wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She wanted to make-out like a horny teenager, and she had the craziest urge to explore his teeth.

“If you get me going again, I might bite you for real.”

“Maybe I want it.” Devon sighed as he let go of her. “Can I go home with you?”

“Saturday.” Donovan landed one smack across her ass. “Do. Not. Be. Late.” He punctuated each word with a slap on each cheek.

“This is the part where you disappear into the shadows, all dark and mysterious, and I go up to my bedroom and cry.”

“I already told you I’m not playing tonight.”

“Whatever. See if I care.” Devon blinked and suddenly found herself bent over his left arm. Four sharp smacks hit her bottom and she screeched. She knew it served her right since she’d wanted a reaction—even if it meant a spanking.

“I know what you’re trying to do.” Donovan smacked her bottom two more times, then moved his hand lower as the swats continued to fall.

“No, you don’t!” Devon kicked out her legs as a dozen smacks or so hit her sit spots. Though the blows were lighter than some of the other times he’d punished her, they still stung like hell. “I’m sorry!”

“Get inside before you get us both in trouble.” Donovan righted her, then planted a kiss on her forehead.

“You’re right. I’m pushing because I don’t want to be here anymore, and I shouldn’t have left your house in the first place.”

“Are spankings the only way to get the truth out of you?” He held up his hand. “Never mind. We’ll talk about this later. You need to get some sleep.”

“Good-night.” Devon kissed his cheek then went back inside and locked the door behind her. What she really wanted was to rush out again and beg him to carry her home. Something about their bond made her obsessed. Whenever they were together everything seemed fine, but apart she felt like Ms. Crazy-Pants.

“I didn’t think you would be back,” Lucy spoke up from the couch.

“Neither did I.” Devon shrugged. “Look, I really do love you, and I’m sorry things are so nuts right now.”

“It’s okay. I’m moving in with Josh soon, so I get it.”

“Did you hear us?” Devon felt frantic for a moment. “I mean, everything is okay. It’s probably not what you’re thinking.”

“He totally spanked you. I’m not stupid.” Lucy stood and joined her. “My alpha is teaching Josh all about it. I don’t like it at all, but to be honest, your attitude really has changed for the better.”

“Uh… what?” Devon felt her jaw drop.
Out of all the things Lucy could have said!
“Did Ben spank you?”

“Well, yeah. Why do you think I came back? I got really pissed off because the amount of punishments were ridiculous, or so I thought. Then Josh came here and told me he supported his alpha, which I should have known he would do, and uh…” Lucy flushed bright red.

“Josh told you he agreed with his dad, then he laid out some discipline of his own? I mean, it makes sense.”

“Yes, actually. He said if he had been dishing them out, I would still be bent over his lap.” Lucy sighed. “I have done some pretty awful things, but I really wanted to protect you.” Lucy hugged her. “I’ll explain it all as soon as I can. Just please know I’m sorry.”

“Yeah…” Devon couldn’t find any other reply so she waved as Lucy ran up the stairs to go bed.
What else does she have to explain?

She shook away her thoughts and made her way upstairs. She would figure it all out tomorrow.

* * *

Devon stopped at the small market across the street on her way back from the make-up Saturday class. She picked up fresh vegetables, meat, and eggs. Her plans for dinner included stir fry and an angel food cake. The cake came from a box, but everything else was fresh. She spent all afternoon with the food preparation. She knew it would take a lot more than one nice dinner to get back in Donovan’s good graces, but she had to start somewhere. She lit two cream colored candles in the middle of the table, then paused in mid-stride as the front door opened and Donovan entered the room. He took in the sight of the table behind her but said nothing.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He met her in front of the table. “Tell me what is bothering you.”

“Right before you bit me, I got this incredible rush of fear. I tried to relax, but it didn’t help much.”

“I would be more concerned if you weren’t afraid for your life.” He ran his hand down over her cheek and smiled.

“Killing me falls into the realm of hurting me, which you promised not to do.” She shook his hand off.
Why doesn’t he get it?

“I swore I would not intentionally hurt you.” He let out a breath as if frustrated. “I once said the amount of restraint you believe me to have is flattering. I meant it sincerely.”

“Then why would you risk being around me?” Devon pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sank down into it.

“I’m falling in love with you.” Donovan sat down also, then laced his fingers in hers. He brought them up to his mouth and kissed them. “I’m quite surprised, actually.”

Devon could do nothing but blink up at him for several moments. He would have made more sense if he’d stood up on the counter top and performed a jig. “Is it because we shared blood?”

“No, that cannot create feelings. I have seen two people who hate each other share blood. After blood is shared, the hate remains. To be honest, I didn’t expect this at all.”

“I apologize for not explaining what I felt when you asked me. Will you sit and eat now? I cooked and stuff.”

“Do you expect me to just forget everything you said in my office?” Donovan swallowed hard. “And there was also the threat to go to the dean. I’m a bit concerned about that.”

“I don’t expect you to overlook any of it.” She put her other hand on top of his. “I’ve been fighting these obsessive thoughts, and I don’t know how to stop them.”

“You can’t stop them.”

“I can’t just feel crazy all the time!”

“The more you are around me, the less off-balance you will feel.” Donovan closed his eyes, then opened them slowly. “Honestly.”

“How the hell would you know?” Devon bit the inside of her cheek. She sounded nasty to her own ears and flushed. The whole point of this had been to show him her sincerity.

“How do you think I feel when you aren’t here?”

“What? What do you mean?” She suddenly felt horribly selfish. If he knew what it felt like, then he had probably experienced the same thing. “Have you been thinking about me too?”

“I will never say this word again, but it fits here—duh.” Donovan shrugged. “You are thick headed.”

“Okay, then what happens now?” Devon leaned closer, now more confused than ever.

“Damned if I know. I tried to tell you this could happen, but I sure as hell didn’t plan on it.”

“The night we talked about my project and I asked you all of those questions, you pressed me up against the kitchen counter.” She paused, unsure of what to say, but he motioned for her to continue. “You stopped the night you drank from me, so I guess I don’t understand why I’m still afraid. If you can stop, then I don’t see the issue.”

“I need you to listen very carefully, because I’ll only say it once. I have to force myself to stop. A part of me does not want to.” Donovan sighed. “Just remember, you were delivered to my house soaked in blood, but your safety still trumped the want.”

“Okay. I’ll accept that. My other question is a nagging one, and I’ve been hesitant to ask you it. Why did you seek me out?” Devon refused to process what he’d just told her. If he always wanted to drain her, how could they have a functional relationship?

“Word spread around campus when your father died. Many faculty members were concerned about your well-being, especially since you were so many hours away from home. After news of your mother’s death reached campus, several steps were taken.”

“No one offered any support! I think I’d know if someone had,” she huffed.

“The dean put together an action plan which included visits to a counselor, medical visits, routine house checks, and a customized schedule to allow you as much rest and support as needed.”

“You call something that never happened an ‘action plan’?”

“When you returned to class, you fooled everyone. They believed you were set and didn’t require any additional help. I spent hours arguing with Dean Hartman to convince him to keep all those plans in place until he was certain of your mental state.” Donovan waited for her response.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this?” Devon looked at him as if seeing him for the first time.
He fought for me before we even met!

“The dean refused to proceed since you seemed to be okay. I knew it was only a matter of time before the real issues surfaced. You say I can’t imagine the sorts of things going on in your head, but I went through many hoops to make sure you were in my class.”

“What do you mean? Your class just happened to have an open spot and so I signed up.”

“How convenient of your classes to line up in such a way.” He gave her a small smile.

“Are you saying you figured out what courses I would need to take this semester and re-arranged all the other class times to ensure I had a free course during your class time?”