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  “I know and I’m…”

  “Ssshhhh…” Bringing Jory’s hand to his mouth, he kissed and licked before pressing Jory’s hand over his heart. “You’re my soul mate and I have to step up to the plate, taking more responsibility. You do agree?”

  Jory knew Randy certainly didn’t want any argument, nor was he planning on offering one. The truth was he was ready, needing much more attention as well as a strong hand. He was almost thirty-six years old and he was happiest when Randy was in full control, of him as a man and of their household. “Yes, sir. I very much agree.”

  “Good.” Wrapping his hand around Jory’s neck, he pulled him forward and captured Jory’s mouth.

  The kiss was passionate, full of the love that continued to grow between them. Jory’s cock pushed hard against his pants and he wanted nothing more than to be able to suck Randy’s dick. But that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. First there was the matter of Jory’s discipline.

  Randy broke the kiss and rubbed Jory’s face. “Let’s go. I think this is much more important than any baseball game. Don’t you?”

  Time seemed to stand still as a lump appeared in his throat.

  “Well? Come on, you can answer me.”

  “I agree,” Jory breathed.

  “Good to hear. Let’s go.”

  They walked out of the park and got into the car without talking. Jory remained on edge as he always did, the anticipation making him jumpy, his heart racing. They drove in silence for a little while, except for the blaring alternative rock tunes. He was tuning them out. Damn if his mouth wasn’t dry.

  “Don’t worry, we’ll be home soon enough.” Randy gave him a sideways glance, a smile remaining on his face.

  “Yep. I know.” His foot tapped against the floorboard as Randy turned down the street toward their house. Jory exhaled slowly as the bank of homes and trees rushed by. Why was he more nervous this time? Maybe because Randy was right, too much time had gone by. When Randy pulled into the driveway, he was panting. Panting? A nervous tick remained in the corner of his mouth and he couldn’t help but think about the fact he felt just like this, all trembling and dizzy, the times his father had announced in no uncertain terms he was getting a whipping.

  “Come on. Let’s go inside.” Randy’s voice was serene. He patted Jory on the thigh before climbing out of the car.

  “Oh God.” Sucking in his breath he counted to ten before easing out of the passenger side. Jory trailed behind him, every part of his body shaking like a leaf. He closed the front door and slipped his hands into his jeans pockets before walking into the kitchen. Remaining quiet, he could tell Randy was debating.

  “I’m going to change clothes. Go ahead and prepare and I’ll be back in a few minutes. We’ll do this in the kitchen this time. Okay?”

  Somehow his lover’s words were simply too chirpy for him. Nodding, he lowered his head and knew Randy was getting ready to walk out of the kitchen.

  Randy stopped but didn’t turn around. “I think it’s a good idea if you stand in the corner by the bay window. I’ll come when I’m ready.”

  A good idea? His mouth opening wide, he was astounded. Was his behavior really that horrible? Christ. Jory kicked his foot against the back of the counter and groaned. Well he’d been the one to suggest domestic discipline after they’d broken up more than five times during their relationship. He certainly knew his behavior could be deplorable and right now he wanted harmony in their relationship as much as Randy did. Anger within him was horrific, changing everything about him, and he had no idea why.

  His feet heavy, he walked into their bedroom, half expecting Randy to be inside, waiting and watching. No, of course the man would be working in his office like he always was. Jory rolled his eyes as the same old flash of anger and frustration made him snarl.

  Very slowly and methodically he removed his shoes and clothes, folding them neatly and placing them on the bed. Somehow he didn’t think tonight’s spanking was going to end in passion. Eh, he’d been known to be wrong before. When he was completely naked he shivered and moved in front of the dresser mirror. His reflection seemed to tell the story. He was hotheaded, opinionated, and had zero patience. Randy, on the other hand, was methodical, never defied authority and always thought about what he said before uttering a single word. Jory was messy and disorganized and Randy was a minimalist with very basic needs. And there wasn’t a drawer or and area in Randy’s closet that wasn’t perfect.

  Talk about opposites attracting. He pointed his finger at the man staring back at him and kicked himself mentally in the ass. The walk down the hallway toward the kitchen seemed longer than usual. By the time he reached the kitchen he was trembling. Cursing under his breath, he shook his head as he walked with heavy feet all the way to the opposite side and toward the oversized and very open bank of windows. The approach to the corner left him nearly breathless. He glanced out the window, counting to ten before finally easing into the corner, his entire body shaking from anticipation.

  And then the standing and waiting began.

  Jory pushed his nose against the wall and had to wonder whether their pesky neighbors could see his naked body standing and ready to be whipped like a child. Well, no matter. This was happening. For a few seconds he closed his eyes and counted. Over and over again. When the hell was this going to be over? His heart was beating into his chest, the echo thumping in his ears, and still no Randy. He was panting and just about ready to turn around abandon this bullshit and…

  “Jory. Very good. I’m proud of you.”

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! There was something so encouraging about Randy’s voice, but Jory was still shaking from the very notion of what was going to happen. Hearing the scraping noise of the chair legs being dragged out from the table was enough to make him moan. Beads of sweat rolled down the sides of his face. Crap, he was nervous.

  “Come here.”

  As Jory turned around, the very sight of the dreaded hairbrush gave him shivers. Fucking Jesus he hated the dense wood. With the snapping of Randy’s wrist, the technique almost perfected, he was left unable to sit without pain for a solid few days. He gulped and took several steps forward.

  “Come on.” Patting his lap, Randy remained unblinking.

  In very slow motion Jory gazed down at Randy’s thighs, his blood chilling. No matter how much he knew he needed and in truth longed to be spanked hard, getting through the experience was the tough part. When he was right in front of his lover, and the only man he’d ever loved, he felt humbled.

  Randy took his hands. “I know how difficult these times can be for you. You’re a strong man and very good at taking discipline. I am honored to help you become a better man. Your attitude has to change and I hope that when you feel this heady amount of stress you’re going to allow yourself to come to me and ask for a spanking. I have no doubt that’s going to help you feel much better. Do you agree?”

  “Yes I…yes, sir.” Jory clucked his jaw, his mouth dry.

  “Let’s help make you feel better.”

  Jory nodded as he eased over Randy’s lap. As he settled in he was amazed at just how vulnerable and yet protected he was. The dichotomy was an incredible freeing sensation. He clenched his eyes shut and placed his palms on the floor. Why the cool tile was comforting seemed oddly refreshing.

  Randy rubbed Jory’s ass cheeks with his bare hand before grabbing the brush. “I know this is going to hurt but I think you know how much you need this.”

  “Yes.” He steadied his nerves and sucked in his breath.

  Crack! Pop! Crack!

  “Fuck!” Jory jerked up, pain coursing through him.

  Pop! Slap! Crack!

  “You will learn that being mouthy isn’t the best method of communication.” Randy’s voice was even, the tone soft.

  Whoosh! Crack!

  “Ooohhh….” My God his ass was already on fire and barely a few volleys has been given. Jory panted, his eyes misting as Randy
issued another long series of spanks, each one almost perfectly placed on top of first one cheek then the other.

  Crack! Pop! Crack!

  The last two sent Jory almost completely off Randy’s lap. “God!” Anguish rushed into every corner of his body as tears slipped from his eyes. His hand flew back instinctively, trying to cover his aching ass.

  “None of that. Place your hand on the floor.”

  He did as he was told and for a few seconds the thought he could control his tears.

  Whoosh! Crack! Pop!

  “Aaahhh…” The tears turned into a solid wail and for a few seconds he concentrated on the loving words Randy was issuing, the soft tone.

  “Good. Very good indeed. I’m so very proud of you and love you with all my heart.” Randy stopped and caressed Jory’s ass. “You’re going to bruise but I think that’s good. You’ll certainly be able to reflect on what you’ve done and how you need to behave. I’ll give you another spanking in a couple of days and I think you’ll truly feel some relief.”

  Slap! Pop! Thud!

  Relief? Would he? God, he hoped so. The pain was intense and his tears continued to fall, but Jory didn’t fight the discipline. He knew what he needed as a man and as a partner. This was perfect.

  Crack! Pop!

  The spanking continued for another full five minutes and when Randy was done he tossed the brush on top of the counter. “I am so proud of you.”

  Jory was afraid his whimpering sounds were too much. Sniveling, he sucked in his breath.

  “You’re going to go stand in the corner again for fifteen minutes,” Randy said as he eased Jory from his lap and wiped the tears from Jory’s cheeks, a smile crossing his face.

  For some reason a sheer joy washed over him and he could see love and forgiveness in Randy’s eyes. ”Thank you.”

  “You’re very welcome. Go. When I come back I think it’ll be time for you to suck my cock.”

  As he heard Randy leaving the room, he couldn’t help but smile. There was no doubt in his mind he was loved. What a wonderful relationship.

  The Night Calls

  Drisco Barren was a night creature, but not just because of his trade. He preferred living in the shadows, seeing the world from more adventurous eyes. His work allowed him to venture out well after midnight, scoping for companionship. He chuckled as he eased out of his hiding place. He enjoyed people watching almost as much as catching prey. The thought was delicious indeed.

  The neon infused lights of the bar across the street was a perfect hunting ground. Always packed with scores of hungry men and women, he had his selection every night, almost like a never-ending smorgasbord. Tonight, his cravings were dark, perhaps dangerous in design. He preferred a bit of chase before he had his meal. The club afforded him anonymity as well as a varied selection. On the menu tonight? A dark skinned man. There was something about ebony meat he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He’d heard a few women discussing the very concept. The saying was delicious and so very true. The darker the berry the sweeter the fruit. Drisco licked his lips in appreciation.

  As he headed for the club, he raked his tongue back and forth across his aching incisors. He’d gone without food for three nights, a hell of a long time for him. He was used to having blood and sex at least every other night. Clenching his fist, he reeled back in his famished beast. Being a vampire in the twenty-first century wasn’t easy. Between worrying about being caught, indulging in both sexes and the ugly curses that vampires had to face these days, he was lucky he was healthy, happy and always horny.

  The moment he entered into the club, his senses were assaulted. Blaring music and flashing lights enveloped every inch of the oversized space. Inhaling deeply, the scent of sex and exotic colognes was a heady combination. Sadly, he needed blood before he could enjoy the flavors of a human. This he loathed about being a creature born in the fires of Hell. As he strolled through the club, passing crowds of customers who were instantly attracted to his prowess and rugged good looks, he read the minds of those he was passing by.

  It seemed everyone was desperately hungry for a wild night of passion and kink. And most especially they longed for their grasp of power. Sex wasn’t just about sating carnal desires but also about the illusion of control, whether feigned or something else. They longed to help themselves to the feast of flesh in front of them. Tonight, he was going to do the taking.

  Easing to the bar, he simply gave the overtly sensual blond bartender a look, issuing a command about his drink request. Humans were so easy, so predictable. At least they were fertile ground with delicious bodies. And their blood was to die for.

  “Mmm… Care to dance?” Her voice lilted as she swayed her hips back and forth, a seductive look on her face.

  He could smell drugs as well as alcohol on her body. Drisco certainly wasn’t in the mood for something so dirty. Leaning over, he licked down the side of her neck, allowing his teeth to graze across her tender flesh. The taste would have been much better had she been clean. Still, the snippet of her blood was a tasty appetizer. “Not tonight.”

  Purring, she moved back from him, dazed but her memory of a passionate interlude would serve her well.

  As the tall glass of the club’s finest malt scotch was placed in front of him, Drisco scanned the perimeter of the club, searching for the perfect man. Soon after taking the first sip of the rich liquid he found the very human he was looking for. Standing by himself, the brawny man was at least six foot four with shoulder length dreds. His keen eyesight allowed him to see the way the man’s muscles ripped through the thin, body-hugging shirt.

  He was quite turned on. Drisco watched his prey’s movements and could quickly see the black man was very much alone, perhaps scoping for something sexual just as he was. Licking the rim of his glass, Drisco savored both the flavor of the warm scotch as well as the draw toward the stranger. He was very keen on finding a submissive companion for the night by allowing his varied senses to take over. Men rarely showed their docile side in public, preferring to live the lie society forced on them. Even from this darkened corner of the bar he could surmise many things about the man he was going to drink from and fuck.

  Mr. Tall, Dark and Gorgeous wanted nothing more than to have a Dom take complete control of him, body and soul. God, he did love savagely fucking a human on all fours, male or female. Humans were created and bred to be taken like animals. Period. Something he enjoyed tremendously. He took another swig of his drink and eased off the barstool. Time to feed.

  Drisco moved through the crowd, licking his chops as his canines expanded. The closer he drew to the stunning hunk, the more he ached. He forced himself to wait in the shadows. Closing his eyes, he was able to read the man’s mind. The name Marcos seemed to suit him, rough-hewn with flair.

  Marcos polished off a beer and slapped the bottle down on top of a table, instantly heading into the crowd.

  There was no need to hurry. Marcos was merely going to the john, something he might not have to worry about again. Hmm… he wasn’t into killing his prey or turning them either. Both choices had their share of complications. However there was something about this one… No, he couldn’t allow himself to think this way. He glided forward, moving further into the darkness and toward the long hallway housing the bathrooms.

  Drisco stood in the shadows, remaining totally quiet as other men passed by. Closing his eyes, he sensed the second Marcos was near. Without issuing a sound, he grabbed Marcos around the neck, pulling him backwards. The hold cut the man’s ability to make any noise and allowed him to drag Marcos further into the darkened hallway. He’d been in the club enough times to know and use the storerooms located in the very back of the club. They were never entered into at night, giving him complete privacy for fucking and feeding.

  The moment he closed the door and let Marcos go, he knew the man was going to fight the inevitable. The emergency lighting nestled in the corner of the room allowed both men to see outlines, but Dri
sco had the distinct advantage. He could make out every detail of the sexy God-like creature. Even Marcos’ cock was beautiful, long and thick. Damn, he was hot as shit and Drisco wanted nothing more than to be hard as a rock.

  “Who the fuck are you?” Marcos demanded, tumbling backwards. He quickly righted his body, hissing as he took a fighter’s stance.

  “Your worst nightmare.” Drisco loved playing with them, especially when they were full of sass. His entire body was chilled, the need to feed as strong as it had ever been. Thank God he was old enough to have control. Too many of the young vampires seduced, then sliced and diced, keeping the local cops on edge. He had much more finesse.

  “What? You some freak?”

  “I’m your salvation.” Taking a single step forward, he barred his fangs. The way Marcos responded was somewhat of a surprise. His prey was curious more than anything. He cocked his head, allowing Marcos to see and register the fact Drisco had fangs. To his prey’s credit, he inched forward instead of racing away.

  “Meaning?” His voice was breathless, his heart racing.

  “Meaning I can give you life ever after.” Drisco didn’t have the desire to wait for an answer. Wrapping his arm around Marcos’ neck, he jerked his head back and sank his fangs into Marcos’ neck. As his warm blood filled his mouth, spilling down his throat, he fell into a state of pure euphoria. He drank, filing every cell with nutrients, and within seconds his entire body was encased in a heady warmth.

  Marcos fought for only a few seconds before succumbing to Drisco’s power and his whimpers died off.