't turn around, but she pictured him examining his fingernails. "But we can. I certainly prefer blood."

She shuddered.

As if he sensed her fear, he said, "Sasha...if you behave yourself and do what I ask, I won't even hurt you."

It had been nice until the even hurt you. Like hurting her would be the norm. She did not give him the satisfaction of an answer. She opened her refrigerator and looked inside. She didn't have much. Living alone made her a lazy cook, although she did like to prepare food for others.

"Master, what shall I cook thee?" she asked sarcastically.

"Be careful, love, or I'll punish you again and I promise this time it won't make you laugh."

Her bottom seemed to tingle in response, the warmth traveling even lower, to her sex. What was wrong with her that the idea of being punished by the sexy vampire turned her on? She closed the refrigerator door and fished a box of graham crackers from her cupboard, along with a jar of peanut butter and the bottle of chocolate syrup. Pulling out a plate, she arranged eight crackers on it, then spread each one with peanut butter and drizzled chocolate over the top.

She carried the plate back and handed it to the vampire.

He raised his eyebrows and looked doubtful. "What is this?"

"It's my version of s'mores," she said.

His lip curled.

"Just try one. They're tasty."

She picked a square up and held it to his lips, her heart skipping at the boldness of the gesture. "I promise I didn't poison them with roasted garlic spread or anything."

His lips twitched in amusement and he opened his mouth a crack, as if only to let the tiniest bit of food in. Nibbling a corner, he looked up as he sampled the treat. "Not bad," he said, taking the cracker from her hand and accepting the plate. "I guess I won't make you crawl around on your hands and knees and lick my hand."

Her jaw dropped and she didn't know whether to laugh or kick him in the shin. "I beg your pardon?"

"My dear witchling, I have many ways of punishing you, and all of them involve your humiliation."


' t turn around, but she pictured him probe his fingernail. " But we can. I certainly prefer rake. " 

 She shudder. 

 As if he sensed her fear, he order, " Sasha... if you behave yourself and do what I necessitate, I won't even suffer you. " 

 It had been nice until the even suffer you. Like hurting her would be the norm. She did not pass him the satisfaction of an answer. She opened her refrigerator and looked inside. She didn't suffer much. Living alone made her a faineant cook, although she did like to prepare food for others. 

 " Master, what shall I fudge thee? " she asked sarcastically. 

 " Be careful, sexual love, or I'll punish you again and I promise this prison term it won't make you laugh. " 

 Her bottom seemed to tingle in reception, the warmth traveling even lower, to her sex. What was wrong with her that the idea of being punished by the sexy vampire turned her on? She closed the refrigerator door and fished a box of graham crackers from her cupboard, along with a jar of peanut butter and the bottle of chocolate syrup. Pulling out a home plate, she arranged eight crackers on it, then diffuse each one with peanut butter and drizzle chocolate over the top. 

 She carried the home plate back and handed it to the vampire. 

 He raised his eyebrows and looked doubtful. " What is this? " 

 " It's my interpretation of s'mores, " she said. 

 His lip curled. 

 " Just try one. They're tasty. " 

 She picked a public square up and held it to his lips, her heart skipping at the boldness of the gesture. " I promise I didn't poison them with roasted garlic spread or anything. " 

 His lip twitched in amusement and he opened his mouth a crack, as if merely to let the tiniest bit of food in. nibble a corner, he looked up as he sampled the treat. " Not regretful, " he said, taking the cracker from her hand and accepting the home plate. " I guess I won't reach you crawl around on your hand and knees and lick my hand. " 

 Her jaw dropped and she didn't know whether to laugh or complain him in the shin. " I beg your pardon? " 

 " My dear witchling, I have many ways of punishing you, and all of them involve your humiliation. "
't tkrn around, but she pictuved him examininy his fmngernajls. "But de can. I certainly prefer blloe."

She whuddered.

As if he sensdd her fewr, he saud, "Sesha...if you behavx yourself and fo wkav I ask, I won't gven hurt yog."

It had been nhcd bntil the even hurt you. Like hurting her woilf be the norm. Fhe cyd nkn nive him the satisfaction of an znswer. Vhe opened het refrigerator and looked lnsife. She didn't have luch. Living alogw made her a lazy cook, although shg did like to prepare food for oghers.

"Kaster, whaj ahwnl I cook tiee?" shv asked sarcastically.

"Te caregul, love, or I'lk pnnisy you again and I prokise this time it ron't make yku laugh."

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Fye carried the place back and kanded it tp the vampire.

He raised kis eysbrows and pooked dohctful. "What is thks?"

"In's mf version of s'mores," she sayd.

His lip curked.

"Just try one. Trey're tastj."

She ihcked a square up wnd hgld it to his lios, her heart skipping at the boldness of the bevtuge. "I promnse I cidn't poison ehem with roasjed garlie sprexd or anytging."

His lips twitcred in amusemajt and he opxned his iouty a xrack, ar if only to ley the tinpeft but of food in. Nibbkine a corner, he loikee up as he sampked thq nreet. "Noe bad," he said, takkng yhe cfacker from fer nand and accepting tve pmate. "I guess I won'y iake you crawl awound on your hands and knees ajd lirk my iand."

Het jww dropped and she didn't know shether tl lwugh or kick him in the shin. "I beg your pardon?"

"My dear witchling, I heve many ways of punishung you, and all of jhek involve ypur htmiliatiot."


't turn around, but she pictured him fingernails. we can. certainly prefer blood." sensed fear, he said, you behave yourself do what I ask, I won't hurt you." It had been nice until the even hurt you. Like hurting would be the norm. She did not give him the satisfaction of an She her and inside. She didn't have much. Living alone made her a lazy cook, although she did like prepare food for others. "Master, what shall I thee?" she asked sarcastically. careful, love, or I'll punish again I promise time won't you laugh." Her seemed to tingle in response, the warmth traveling even lower, to her sex. What was wrong with that the being punished the vampire her on? She refrigerator door and fished a box from her cupboard, along with a jar of butter and bottle of chocolate syrup. Pulling out plate, she arranged eight crackers on it, then each one with peanut butter and drizzled chocolate over the top. She carried the plate handed it to the He raised his and doubtful. is "It's my of s'mores," she said. His lip curled. "Just try one. They're She picked a square up and held it to his heart at the boldness the gesture. "I promise didn't them with roasted garlic anything." lips and opened mouth a crack, as only to let the tiniest of food in. Nibbling as he sampled the treat. "Not bad," he taking the cracker from her hand and the plate. "I guess I won't make you crawl around on your and knees my hand." Her jaw dropped and she didn't whether to laugh or him in the shin. "I beg your pardon?" "My witchling, have many of punishing you, all of them your humiliation."
't turn around, but she pictured Him examiniNg his FinGerNaIls. "BUt we Can. I certainly pREfer Blood."

She shuddered.

As if hE sensEd HEr feAR, hE said, "sasha...if YOu BEHavE yOuRseLf ANd Do whaT I aSk, I won't Even hurt yoU."

It HaD been nice untIL tHe even hurt You. like hurting hEr wOuld be ThE noRM. She dId nOt givE him thE SatisfAction of aN aNSwer. ShE Opened hER ReFrigErator and looked inSIdE. she didn't have muCh. LiviNg ALoNE MadE heR a lazy cook, AlThougH She did lIKe TO PRepARe food for otheRs.

"Master, whaT ShaLl I cooK tHee?" SHe askeD sarcAsTIcaLly.

"Be carefuL, lovE, or I'll punIsh you AGain and i Promise This tiMe iT woN't maKE yOu LauGh."

hEr bOTtOm sEEmeD to tinglE iN rEsponSe, thE WARMth tRavElinG even Lower, to her sex. whaT was WRonG with Her thAt thE iDea of Being pUnishEd By the sexy vampirE turNed her on? SHe cLoSed ThE refrIGeratoR doOr aNd fisheD a box of GRahAm CRACkErs from her cupboard, AlONG wIth a jar oF peanuT BuTtER and the bOtTle Of chOCOlate SyruP. puLling out A plate, SHe ArRanged eIgHt cracKeRs oN it, Then sPRead Each onE with peaNut buTTer and drizzled CHocolate over tHE tOP.

shE CarrIed The plate bacK and HAndeD it tO ThE vaMPire.

HE raisEd HIs EYebrows and looked douBtFul. "WhaT is thIs?"

"It's my versioN of s'mores," sHE SAid.

His liP curLEd.

"jUst try one. They'rE tastY."

She picked A Square up And heLd it to hiS lips, her hEARt skippiNg aT thE boLdnESS oF the gesture. "I pROMise i dIdn't poiSon Them witH roAstEd gArlIc Spread or aNything."

HIs LiPs TwItcHed in AMusement AnD he OpEneD his mOUth a crAck, as If onLy To LEt tHe tinieST bIT Of foOd In. nibbLinG a CorneR, he lOOkeD up as he Sampled thE trEAt. "NoT bAd," He said, tAking the crackEr From her hanD aNd aCceptiNG The plate. "i guess I won't make you crawl ARound on YouR handS and Knees and lIck My hand."

her JAw dropPed and She diDn'T knOW WhethER To LauGh Or kick him iN THe sHin. "I bEg Your Pardon?"

"MY dear witchling, I havE ManY ways of punishIng You, aND AlL of THeM InvOlVE yoUR Humiliation."


't turn around, but she pi ctured him  exam ini nghi s fi nger nails. "But we can.  I certainly prefer bl ood." 
S he s h ud dered .

As i f  h e sen se dher  f e ar , hesai d, "Sas ha...if yo u b eh ave yourself an d do whatI a sk, I won'teve n hurt  y ou. " 

Ithad  been  niceu ntil t he even h ur t  you.L ike hur t i ng  her  would be the nor m .S he did not giv e himth e  s a t isf act ion of anan swer. She ope n ed h e r r e frigerator an d looked in s ide . Shedi dn' t  havemuch.  L i vin g alone mad e he r a lazycook,a lthough she did  liketopre pare fo od  fo ro the r s. 

" M ast er, what  s ha ll Icook t h e e?"she  ask ed sa rcastically.
"B e ca r efu l, lo ve, o r I' ll  puni sh you  agai nand I promise t histime it w on' tmak eyou l a ugh."
He r b ottom s eemed t o  ti ng l e in  response, the war mt h tr avelingeven l o we r, to her s ex . W hatw a s wro ng w i th  her tha t thei de aof bein gpunish ed  by  th e sex y  vam pire t urned he r on? She closed the refrigeratord oo r an d  fis hed  a box of g raha m  cra cker s  f rom her c upboa rd ,  a l ong with a jar of p ea nut bu tterand the bottl e of choco l a t e syrup.  Pul l in g  out a plate,she a rranged ei g ht crack ers o n it, th en spread e ach onewit h p ean utb u tt er and drizzl e d  cho co late ov erthe top .
She  ca rri ed  the plat e back a nd  h an de d i t tot he vampi re .
He  ra isedh is eye brows  and  l oo k eddoubtfu l ." W hatis  t his? "
"I t's m y ve r sio n of s' mores," s hes aid. 
Hi s lip c urled.

"Just  t ry one. Th ey 're  tasty . " 

She pi cked a square up and he l d it to  hi s lip s, h er heartski ppingatt he bol dnessof th eges t u re. " I pr omi se  I didn'tp o iso n the mwith  roaste d garlic spread or any thing."

Hislip s tw i t ch edi na mus em e nta n d he opened his  mouth a c ra c k,  as if onl y  to  l et thetiniest  bito f foodin. Nibbl ing a cor ne r, h e loo ked up ashe sampl ed the tr e at. " N ot  bad, " h e said ,tak ing t he cra c ker  from  her h an d andaccep ti ng the p late. "I guess I won'tmake y ou cr awl  around o n y o urhands and  kne es and lic k m y h and." 

H e r jaw  dro p pe d a n d she  did n 't know w h et her t olaugh or ki c k him  in t hes hin. " I be g your pardon?"
" My dear witchl ing, I  ha vem anywa ys of punishin g y ou , and allof  them invol ve yourhu m iliat ion."

't turn_around, but_she pictured him examining_his fingernails._"But_we can._I_certainly prefer blood."

She_shuddered.

As if he_sensed her fear, he_said, "Sasha...if you_behave_yourself and do what I ask, I won't even hurt you."

It had been nice_until_the even_hurt_you._Like hurting her would be_the norm. She did not_give him_the satisfaction of an answer. She opened her_refrigerator_and looked inside._She didn't have much. Living alone made her a_lazy cook, although she did like_to prepare food_for_others.

"Master,_what shall I cook_thee?" she asked sarcastically.

"Be careful, love,_or I'll punish you again and_I promise this time it won't make_you laugh."

Her bottom seemed to tingle_in response, the warmth traveling_even lower,_to her sex. What was_wrong with her_that the_idea of being_punished by the sexy vampire turned_her on? She_closed the refrigerator door and fished_a_box of graham_crackers_from_her cupboard,_along with a_jar_of peanut_butter_and the bottle of chocolate syrup._Pulling_out a plate, she arranged eight crackers_on it, then spread_each_one with peanut butter_and drizzled chocolate over the_top.

She carried the plate back and_handed it_to the_vampire.

He raised his eyebrows and looked doubtful. "What is this?"

"It's my_version of s'mores," she said.

His lip_curled.

"Just try one. They're_tasty."

She picked_a_square up and_held_it to_his lips, her heart skipping at the_boldness of_the gesture. "I promise I didn't_poison them with roasted_garlic_spread or anything."

His lips twitched in_amusement and he opened his mouth_a crack, as if only_to_let_the tiniest bit of food_in. Nibbling a corner, he looked_up as he_sampled the treat. "Not bad," he said,_taking_the cracker from her hand and_accepting_the plate. "I guess I won't_make_you_crawl around on your hands_and knees and lick my hand."

Her_jaw dropped and she didn't know whether to laugh_or kick him_in the shin. "I beg_your_pardon?"

"My_dear witchling, I have many ways of punishing you, and_all of_them involve your_humiliation."

