How to Discipline Your Vampire by Mina Vaughn Read Free Book Online Page B

is she beautiful,” I teased as they leaned in, “but she’s a Leo.”
    The boys laughed and taunted. “You and your zodiac, Gentry.”
    “That means she’s spunky. I like the spunky girls,” Hank remarked.
    I held up my hand and listed the many attractive qualities of a Leo. “They’re charismatic, driven, and loyal.”
    “Like I said, spunky.”
    As we entered the room, I heard a faint murmur from my compatriots about the redhead’s bustline and we made our way to some empty seats. The band had begun to play just moments before our arrival.
    “Ah, Billy, you made it!” Addie creaked, flagging me down. “Sit with us girls—we need something to look at.”
    “I’m nearly blind, but he smells good, so that’s fine by me,” Beatrice chimed in, adjusting her thick glasses.
    “The boys are being a bit uncouth,” I confessed, “maybe I should sit with a more civilized bunch.”
    “Bah,” Addie spat, “they were talking about breasts throughout the entire concert last time. Maybe since you’re here they’ll take it down a notch.”
    “I don’t know about that,” I admitted, and tuned in to the show.
    They are pretty good, I noted, tapping my foot in time. Part of what made jazz great was the improvisation of it all, and watching a band that had synergy helped. It was hard to improvise if you didn’t know what your partners had in mind. But this trio, they did it right.
    Improvisation was something I’d have to become good at.
    And for the millionth time in the last few days, my thoughts drifted to Cerise.
    While I wasn’t surprised that she turned down the offer to come and listen to the show with me, I was still disappointed. I imagined what it would be like to have her by my side, taking her into my senses while she listened to music. Especially after that scene.
    I’d be memorizing the curves of her face, her natural scent mixed with the slightly rosy perfume she spritzes on, the individual cadence of her heartbeat and breaths. And she wouldn’t even know I was paying attention to her.
    The thought of taking a Domme into my place of work had never occurred to me before. But Cerise was different already. She had an openness about her personality that wasn’t frightening or off-putting, like many Dommes I had met. The residents would love her because she didn’t try to hijack the conversation at every opportunity to talk about herself.
    She listened, and that meant she was attentive. She asked me questions, which meant she was curious about me.
    These were good signs. Signs of possible success. And God knows I need a break from failure. I managed to get through today unscathed, so I should get points for that.
    Today was incredible. I barely touched her, and yet it was the most sexual experience I could imagine. I couldn’t even fathom what the days ahead could bring.
    The boys weren’t wrong—I hadn’t found the one yet. How could you, when you’d faced the kind of rejection I had encountered? Girls that were afraid of me, women who mocked me, others who shunned my attention because of my . . . peculiarities.
    But all Cerise wanted was some fantasy. She wanted a knight in shining armor one day, and something different the next.
    And if I was anything, I was thorough.
    I could be what she needed. And she seemed pretty pleased today.
    Addie nudged me in the ribs. “The boys are making some trouble.”
    I glanced over and Gus was making groping gestures. I whistled through my teeth and his head snapped around. I frowned at him and he put his hands in his lap and folded them politely.
    The music played on, changing from a jaunty tune to a more sultry one.
    And again, I pictured her.
    Her dimples when she smiled, making her look far more innocent than she was.
    The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when my stare became too intense.
    The way she licked her lips when I drove her over the edge.
    And her body. That body. I knew once I got home I had to paint. I needed to get my fixation