The Vampire's Submissive (3 page)

“Thank you,”
he murmured then covered her mouth with the gentlest of kisses, all the while
buried deep inside her. Her inner muscles fought to adjust to his length and
girth, but he was so big! His kiss deepened, and he slipped his tongue between
her lips, sweeping every sweet surface and dancing with her tongue. Finally,
she felt her body begin to accept him. “Jackson? I think I’m okay now.”

He nodded, his
expression serious, and withdrew all the way. Prodding her slit once more, he
pushed in deep, slowly, carefully.

She loved the
sensation of his cock sliding into her tight, wet heat. She sighed. “Oh,
Jackson, do it again.”

He growled.
“Are you sure?”

She nodded
quickly and lifted her hips to prove she was ready. He withdrew and plunged
deep again and again, pumping into her with more and more force with each
thrust. He took her wrists in his hands and held them above her head, his gaze
pinning her as thoroughly as his cock pinned her pussy.

“Oh, Jackson,
you feel so good!”

“Baby, you
have no idea. You are so goddamn perfect, so small and tight, so hot and wet.”
He continued to thrust, and she met him every time, lifting her hips in
supplication.

She loved the
sensation of him fucking her slit, but she craved something more. She knew what
she wanted but she didn’t dare ask. He’d said something about discipline, and
that had made her think of spanking, something she’d often fantasized about
after reading erotic books.

“What are you
thinking, Katy?” He’d stopped moving his hips, his penis no longer driving into
her. “You’re far away. Are you all right?”

She nodded.
“I’m fine. I just…something you said earlier…the thing about discipline. It
reminded me of some books I’ve read, and I was wondering what it felt like in
real life.”

His grey gaze
had darkened to black. “Tell me. Tell me what you want, and I will make it
happen.”

“But we’ve
already started,” she reasoned, wriggling her hips and making him groan. “It’s
okay. We can talk about it later.”

“Katy. Now.”

She shivered.
He still held her arms above her head and his hips pinned her to the bed. She
couldn’t move, couldn’t escape. “I was thinking about this scene in one of my
favorite books. The hero…um…he spanks the heroine.”

“What does he
spank her with?”

“In that
scene, he uses his hand. She’s bent over his lap. Is that sort of what
discipline means?”

“Discipline
can be done in different ways, but yes, spanking is one of them. Wondering how
a spanking would feel, hmm?”

Nodding, her
face flushed hotter, and she wished she could cover her cheeks, but he still
held her fast.

“Very well.”
He slowly drew out of her body, climbed out of bed, and settled himself into a
chair in the corner of the room. “Come take your spanking, little girl,” he
murmured, his tone dangerous.

She didn’t
dare disobey. Swinging her legs over the side of the bed, she hurried to stand
before him. “Jackson, what do you want me to do?”

He groaned
deep in his throat. “I love your voice, Katy, especially when you say my name.
Bend over my lap.”

She braced
herself with her hands on his muscled thighs then lowered herself over his lap.
He arranged her body, so her ass was high in the air and pressed his hand
against her lower back, holding her in place. “Are you sure you want this? It
will hurt.”

“I’m sure.
I’ve wondered for a long time how it would feel to be spanked and then…”

“Fucked?”

She nodded. “I
trust you not to really hurt me, Jackson.”

He struggled
to ignore the ache in his groin. God, he wanted to be back inside of her, to
fill her with his vacant cum. Pushing his need aside, he lifted his hand and
brought it down on her left ass cheek.

“It stings,”
she said.

“Yes.” He
brought his hand down again, this time on her right ass cheek.

“Can you hit
me harder?”

“Dammit, Katy,
if you had any idea how hard this is for me.”

She twisted,
trying to see his face. “Why is it hard?”

“Because
spanking you arouses me and makes me want to fuck your pretty little pussy
until you scream.”

“Oh. Do you
want to stop?” She really hoped he wouldn’t.

He brought his
hand down again, harder now, first on the left, then on the right.

“Oh, Jackson,
it hurts! But it feels so good to have your big hand hitting my bottom. Hit me
again.”

Cursing, he spanked
her harder, faster, until both ass cheeks gleamed a brilliant, beautiful red.
She moaned, “More! More!”

He lifted her
off him, stood, grabbed her into his arms and placed her on the bed, her hips
almost coming off the edge of the mattress. “But I wanted more,” she said.

“What you’re
going to get is my cock in your slit. Understand?”

She nodded,
arousal painting her pretty cheeks bright pink.

He lifted her
legs so they were both vertical and resting against his broad, muscled chest.
Reaching under her hips, he raised her a few inches and guided his cock to her
slit. He pressed the head inside of her, and she moaned. “Oh, yes, Jackson!”

“Do you want
me to take you gently?”

Predatory fire
sparked in his eyes. She knew what he wanted, knew what she wanted. Shaking her
head, she said, “No.”

Nodding, he
held onto her legs and drove his cock deep into her. She couldn’t move her hips
because he was holding her legs too tightly. She realized that’s what he
wanted, to trap her, hold her still, so he could be in total control. She
sighed, loving his domination of her body.

“What are you
thinking?” he asked, continuing to thrust hard and deep, sending shudders
quaking through her body.

“Nothing,” she
fibbed.

Drawing out,
he pierced her pussy with a violent stroke. She screamed, loving the feeling of
his angry thrust. “Okay, okay, I was thinking I love how you’re holding me
tight, controlling my body.”

“Katy, my
girl, I do believe you are the perfect little submissive.” He fucked her again
and again, driving fast, driving deep.

She couldn’t
stop the pleasure washing over her from his words. When she’d read those books,
she’d wondered if she might be a submissive. Now, she knew. Now, if only she
could convince Jackson to take her on as his personal sub. With one hand, he
reached down and toyed with her clit, still driving into her with his thick,
heavy rod. “Jackson, ooh, Jackson!” Her orgasm hit her like a stormy wave
crashing against the shore, tossing her about ruthlessly, her body shaking and
shuddering, her inner muscles clamping down on him again and again.

He shouted her
name, “Katy!” and found his own release, pumping into her three more times as
his hot cum filled her. Releasing her legs, he lowered them and bent down over
her body. He gazed at her for a moment then pressed a kiss to her throat. She
felt his mouth against her neck and tensed, bracing for the pain.

“Be still,” he
breathed against her tender skin. His teeth scraped against her neck, and then
he bit her, his razor sharp incisors piercing her flesh. She cried out, “Oh,
Jackson!” And then he was sucking her, feeding on her. The pain receded, and
she felt the most incredible pleasure filling her body, moving from her neck to
her pussy. She wished he would fuck her again.

He drew his
tongue across the bite marks, soothing her. Drawing her close, he kissed her
temple. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, that was
delicious.”

He chuckled.
“Happy to please, Katy girl. Although, you are the delicious one. I swear
there’s a hint of wildflowers in your blood. Or maybe sunshine.”

Settling her
back against a pillow, he lay beside her.

“Jackson?”

“Yes, baby?”
He caressed the top of her breast as he spoke.

“Did I please
you?” Her voice was small, hesitant.

Determined to
reassure her, he held her closer, squeezing her gently. “Yes, Katy. You’ve
pleased me very much. So responsive and beautifully submissive. You were
perfect.”

“I’m glad. I
wouldn’t want to disappoint you.”

He flipped her
so she lay on top of him and spanked her bare bottom five times. “You couldn’t
possibly disappoint me. Understand?”

She nodded,
biting her lip so she wouldn’t smile. God, she loved his forceful hand on her
flesh.

“Rest,” he
ordered, playing with her hair and rubbing her sore bottom.

She nodded but
didn’t speak. Sated, she surrendered to sleep’s embrace.

Jackson lay in
the bed with Katy curled around him. He played with her hair while she slept.
Once or twice, he caught himself wishing he could keep her. No, he’d tried that
once and his wife had paid the ultimate price. Granted she’d died nearly two
hundred years ago, but he had a long memory. And pain possessed an incredibly
enduring shelf life.

He knew in his
bones it was morning. No light passed through the heavy velvet drapes. He didn’t
want to wake her, but he needed to call Alexander. Several hours south in
Jackson, the thousand-year old vampire would be able to advise him on how to
best protect Katy without alerting her to the presence of demons.

As head of the
council, Alexander possessed an ancient necklace which allowed him to move
about in sunlight. If need be, Alexander could travel to Sweetwater.

“Thinking of
me?” the elegant voice pierced the darkness.

“How do you do
that?” Jackson asked with a grin, not moving from his place in the bed. He
didn’t want to risk waking her.

“I have a fair
bit of practice moving without sound.”

“It’s the
mind-reading that gets me every time.”

Alexander
chuckled softly. “She’s beautiful yes?” He asked, indicating the sleeping shape
beside Jackson.

“Very. And
mine.”

“I’ve never
seen you so possessive, not even with Belinda.”

“She’s had
quite an ordeal. I do not want her to be upset.”

“What I have
to say she must hear. It is her Fate.” Alexander proclaimed.

“Fine, but
would you mind stepping into the front parlor? We’ll be down in a few minutes.
I want to prepare her, if I can.”

“I’m not that
horrible to behold, am I?” Alexander joked.

“Very funny.”
If there were a vampire
GQ
, Alexander would be on every cover ever
printed.

Alexander
stepped out of the room, and Jackson pressed a kiss to Katy’s mouth, willing
her to wake. Her eyes opened and she smiled against his mouth. “Good morning,”
she murmured.

“Good morning,
beautiful.”

She blushed,
and he tapped her nose with his finger. “Time to wake up.”

“But it’s not
even light out,” she protested, snuggling closer to him, her pussy rubbing
against his leg.
Oh. Dear. God
.

“The heavy
curtains keep out the light. You do remember last night, don’t you, Katy?”

She shivered
and he drew her more firmly against him. She shifted her hips, riding his leg.
He popped her bottom. “None of that, missy. We’ve got company, and you need to
get dressed.”

“Bored of me
already?” She asked this in jest but he caught the fear behind the words.
Rolling her onto her back, he entered her with a swift, brutal thrust.

“Ask me that
question again. If you dare.”

Shaking her
head, she whispered. “No, sir.”

He groaned.
“Don’t call me that unless you mean it.”

“I mean it,
Master.”

“Katy, I told
you, I don’t do relationships.”

“And I’m not asking
for one. I just want to be your sub.” She ran her hands over his chest, loving
the sculpted muscles.

He withdrew
and pierced her again. “Say it once more and it will be so.”

“Master,” she
declared.

He nodded,
accepting her, and he began to fuck her. He fucked her hard and fast, and her
orgasm was upon her in moments. He followed suit, spilling his hot cum into her
sweet body, as he buried his teeth into her neck.

Breathless,
she swallowed. “Dear god, what got into you?”

“Hmm, I wanted
a snack, and you, baby girl, are mouthwatering.”

She grinned,
and he loved the way her smile lit up her entire being. Lying against the
pillow, her hair spilling out in rich blonde waves, she looked like an angel.
What had Alexander meant when he’d said something about her Fate? Part of him
knew he didn’t want to know. Withdrawing from her body, he kissed her lightly.
“Get up. Get dressed. There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

“Oh, all
right,” she grumbled. “I’d much rather lounge about in bed with you, though.”

Offering her
his steeliest glare, he said, “Do this thing for me, my dear, and I will reward
you later.”

She climbed
out of the bed and stood there, unashamed in her nakedness. “Really? And how
will you reward me, sir?”

“By spanking
you until you cry and fucking you until you scream.”

Her entire
body blushed, and it was everything he could do not to take her right there.
“I’ll be in my room. Get dressed. Now.”

She giggled
and hurried to do his bidding.

Katy ran her
brush through her thick wavy hair. It was poufy, and she hated it, but Jackson
seemed to like playing with it, so it must not be too bad. Running water, she
splashed her face and patted it dry. No time for makeup, she hopped into fresh
undies and slid her favorite black fitted T-shirt on over a flippy turquoise
skirt which she’d sewn herself. Slipping on sandals, she was ready. She knocked
on his door. “Jackson, I’m ready.”

He opened the
door, and she bit back a moan. Dressed in a white button up shirt and black
trousers, he looked delicious. She still couldn’t believe he wanted her, but
he’d certainly done his best to show her.

“You look
beautiful, Katy,” he murmured against her mouth.

“So do you,”
she said.

He chuckled.
“Just wait until you see our company. No woman can resist him, or so the rumor
goes.”

“Who is he?”
she asked.

“Alexander.
He’s head of the council for Mississippi.”

“What
council?” Suddenly, realization dawned. “Ohhh.”

“Yes, and he
wishes to meet you.”

“Me? Why me?
I’m just…just me.”

“You’re
gorgeous, smart, funny, and sweet.”

“Thank you,
Master,” she whispered, as they descended the stairs, hand in hand. She
couldn’t believe the leader of the vampire population in Mississippi wanted to
meet her!