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Deathless Discipline

By

Renee Rose

Copyright © 2012 by Stormy Night Publications and Renee Rose

Copyright © 2012 by Stormy Night Publications and Renee Rose

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Rose, Renee

Deathless Discipline

Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

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This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

Deathless Discipline

Kate climbed into her little red Cooper Mini and looked at the clock. It read 3:38 AM. Shit. Her heart started beating double-time. Her husband, Dom, had expected her home two hours ago. She'd had no idea she'd stayed at the party so long after her band had finished its set.

Her breasts were overfull of milk and as she realized her five month old Luci must be hungry by now, her nipples burned with the letdown. She felt breast milk leak into her bra and trickle down her ribs.

Dom was going to kill her.

He was a vampire, so staying up late with Luci wasn't a big deal, but it would be if he'd run out of the milk she pumped before going out to perform with the band.

She checked her phone. Damn. He'd called four times. She hesitated with her thumb over the call button, but chickened out. It would be better just to face him in person in a few minutes.

Luci was screaming when she got home. Dom was bouncing her, walking up and down the hall murmuring softly in antiquated Italian, his original language. The look on Dom's face when their eyes met said it all. He was beyond pissed.

She took Luci from his arms and attached the frantic baby to her breast, her own eyes filling with tears at her baby's distress. She stood there, looking down at Luci to avoid looking at Dom. “I'm sorry, baby,” she whispered. “It's okay, Mama's here now.”

She plopped down on the nearest couch and tucked her legs up underneath her, still crooning softly to her baby.

“Where have you been?” Dom demanded in a tightly controlled voice.

“It was Kelly's birthday, so I stopped in at her after party,” she started nervously, but Luci pulled off her nipple and wailed again, most likely sensing her anxiety.

Dom waved his hand in the air, as if to ward off the negative feelings that were affecting Luci. “We'll talk when you're done feeding her,” he said, stalking off. She heard the door to the top of their basement bedroom open and close. She felt a stone sink from her chest to her belly.

Luci drew in a ragged breath, gave one more half-hearted wail and reattached to her nipple, drawing the milk in eagerly. Kate drew in a ragged breath herself. The thing was, Dom was capable of hypnotizing Luci into sleeping even if she was hungry. So letting her get that upset must have been for effect. Which pissed her off, because it was cruel to her baby.

Not that it wasn't her fault Luci was hungry. She had screwed up, big time, and she had a feeling she was going to get the spanking of a lifetime. Dom gave her erotic spankings all the time, because it turned her on. And he used firmer spankings as incentives for her to better herself. But only one other time had he spanked her because she had really irritated him, and it was not a pleasant memory.

Luci had drained her right breast and was now just sucking on her nipple, milk-drunk, her eyes drifting closed and her breath lengthening. The front door opened and Stella, one of their two vampire housemates (and also Luci's adopted “aunt”) came in. She saw Kate sitting on the couch and came over to sit down and stare with her at the baby's sweet face.

“I smell fear,” Stella commented.

Sometimes she cursed living with vampires and their extremely perceptive sense of smell. It was bad enough that Dom could sense her every emotion because he drank her blood, but she had no privacy from Stella or Fox, their other housemate, either.

“I'm in trouble with Dom,” she admitted heavily.

“Play trouble or real trouble?” Stella asked, knowing full well the dominant/submissive game they had going.

“Real trouble.”

“I'm sorry,” she said softly.

“Will you hold Luci for a while so we can talk?” Talk was really code for spank, in this instance.

“Of course I will,” Stella said, gazing with pure adoration at the little miracle in all of their lives. Luci was the only child ever known to have been sired by a vampire. After a harrowing escape from nearly becoming another vampire's zombie, Dom's genetic makeup had changed. His hair had started to grow and Kate had conceived his baby, a miracle that had moved all three vampires in the house to tears.

She carefully transferred the sleeping baby to Stella's arms without waking her.

“So, remember, if you see fangs don't engage. Right?” Vampires’ fangs elongate when angry, and Stella had warned her before to treat them with great caution—like wild animals—when it happened.

She looked at Stella's beautiful face doubtfully. “You don't really believe I'd ever be in real danger with him, do you?”

Stella reached out and brushed a piece of hair out of her face. “No, Kate, I don't. But you're mortal and if anything did happen, it couldn't be undone.”

Right. She sighed and stood up, dreading facing her angry vampire.

Dom was sprawled in a stuffed chair in their bedroom. She was struck, as always, by his exotic looks. He'd been an Italian count when he was turned nearly 500 years ago, and he still looked every bit like royalty. All vampires have a magnetic beauty, but Dom was extraordinary. Thick dark hair fell to his shoulders and his dark-lashed eyes were hazel, with flecks of warm gold. His presence was all dominant male. He unfolded