`“I've just made it clear how I feel about lies,” he warned.
She blanched, but her jaw thrust forward. She was staring somewhere in the vicinity of his right earlobe, rather than his eyes.
“Tell me.”
She heaved an exaggerated sigh, dragging her eyes to meet his. “Okay, it's just that I wonder why you couldn't have done that last night? Instead of letting her scream? Or was that part of my punishment—to see her so upset?”
“I did do that last night,” he snapped. “At least a dozen times. And the hungrier she got, the more quickly it wore off!” He took a breath and exhaled slowly, troubled that his irritation level was still so high. He ran a hand through his hair. “But maybe you're right. Maybe part of me did want you to see her distress,” he admitted.
He sat down next to her on the bureau and gathered his thoughts. “Listen, I've been thinking. Parenthood is a big stressor. I imagine you stayed out too late because you never get fun time anymore. And I'm thinking I have a short fuse because I've become a hermit here. I can't leave in the daylight, and I'm watching Luci the nights when you're performing with the band. And the nights when you're not out, I don't feel like leaving the two of you. But it's not healthy for either of us to just be living only for caring for our baby, regardless of how fulfilling it can be.”
Kate's bare thigh was pressed against his leg and she reached for his hand. “I'm sorry, I didn't know—” she started in a choked voice.
He waved his free hand. “It's okay. I just think we need to have a designated date night. Once a week we'll leave Luci with Stella and go out on the town together. How does that sound?”
Kate squeezed his hand and nodded. “I would love that. But Luci—”
“Would be in very capable hands.”
“Of course she would,” Kate said, but her voice contained doubt.
He put his arm around her, refraining from pointing out her lack of worry the previous night. “Stella loves her as her own, you know that.”
Kate nodded.
“Has she told you that she was pregnant once?”
“No!” Kate looked at him, surprised. “Before she was turned, you mean?”
“She was pregnant when she was turned, actually. It caused her to lose the baby, which has been a source of grief ever since. So having Luci here… well, I think it helps heal old wounds for her.”
“Wow,” Kate breathed and he could feel her empathetic grief for Stella's loss. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it.
Kate slid off the dresser and stood between his knees, giving him her best baby doll eyes. She ran her hands up and down his thighs. “Are you still going to spank me?”
* * *
She was crazy to want a spanking considering how sore she was, but Dom had clearly been in the erotic spanking kind of mood, and she'd been more than half-way to turn-on before they were derailed. Dom looked at her thoughtfully.
“Yes, I think I will get back to punishing you,” he said, sliding off the dresser to stand.
A shiver of anticipation ran down her spine.
“Assume the position.”
She giggled and bent back over the dresser, leaning on her forearms.
“I'm going to show you what happens to little girls who lie,” Dom said, parting her cheeks with his hands. She sucked in her breath when she felt his thumb pressing into her anus. He pushed it all the way in and then slid it out, talking all the while in his deep, sexy voice. “Little girls get their bottoms punished. Like this,” he said, pushing deeper.
She moaned, relaxing and opening to his invasion. His thumb retreated and she heard the rustle of clothing, then felt the head of his cock pressing at her asshole. He had never fucked her here before, and she certainly had never wanted him to, but in this moment, the idea was sending her mind rocketing over the moon and her pussy into a puddle. He moved his cock lower, dipping it into the natural lubricant of her pussy, then brought it back up and pushed insistently on her anus. She gave a loud, appreciative moan, holding perfectly still as his wide cock stretched her hole.
“Yesssss,” she encouraged. He pushed in and out of her, reaching one of his hands around the front and spanking her pussy with a flick of his wrist. It didn't hurt, but the idea of it—of this being a punishment—was driving her wild. “Ohh,” she moaned.
“That's right,” he murmured. “Take your punishment like a good girl.” He continued fucking her ass while he spanked and she squirted in panicked ecstasy—it was that moment before an orgasm hits when desperation takes over. “Come for me,” he growled, slapping harder and she erupted at the command, tremors rocking her body so strongly that she momentarily lost all awareness of who or where she was. By the time the last one rippled through, she felt boneless and would have collapsed in a heap on the floor if Dom hadn't been holding her.
His spent cock slid out of her and he scooped her easily into his arms, carrying her to their bathroom, where he balanced her on one knee as he turned on the shower. When the water temperature was to his liking, he carried her in and set her on her feet, still supporting her with an arm around her waist. She fell back against the wet tile wall, water spraying her face. He adjusted the water so it hit the side wall instead and began to slowly lather her body with soap.
It was pure bliss, and she knew it was pure bliss, but could hardly experience it because she was still so far out from the mind-blowing orgasm she'd just had. She made an effort to reel her consciousness back in as she admired her vampire husband—the lines of firm
