I swore eternal pride would keep me from this.
Baring my pale vampire arse over his knee in a gaslit London study, fog pressing against the panes like a voyeur. My blood bond throbs unstable, a reckless pulse urging me toward madness or worse. I've dodged council eyes, tempted fate with every shadowed hunt. Stability? A lie I tell myself. What I crave is his firm palm, the humiliating sting that might finally tether me.
But he's no savior handed from the stars. This enforcer, voice like velvet over steel, embodies the council's iron rule I've always mocked. Rival to my chaos, protector of hierarchies I defy with sarcasm and a smirk. Duty drew him to discipline me. Hunger keeps him lingering, his cool control cracking as my gasps fill the hearth's glow.
One ritual spanking, wrists scarred by our pulsing bond held fast. My bottom glows red under his Victorian palm, shame twisting into ecstasy that heals the bond's wild fray. We clash in sweat-slicked lockup, vulnerability stripped in the town's veiled shadows. Power yields to me in his grip, dominance that mends yet devours. Forbidden for vampires like us, this bare-bottom surrender defies every blood-bound decree.
Pride screams to fight. His loyalty hangs on council whispers, rivals circling like wolves in the mist. Exile looms. Madness devours. Self-respect shatters into dust. And him? Torn between centuries of oath and the raw pull of my yielding. I confessed over brandy once, flushed: his hand broke me open, made recklessness feel like home.
What if this scorching discipline forges us unbreakable, or pride and shadows rip us to eternal ash?
A full-length gay vampire spanking erotic romance featuring a reckless initiate craving humiliating surrender and a controlled enforcer torn by forbidden hunger.
