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groaned as she took him into her mouth. “Actually no. I think it's cute when you call me 'sir'.”
    He watched her as she worked to pleasure him, her soft curls falling down around her fairy-like face. Her platinum hair was streaked with blue this month, and despite the fact that he was anciently old-fashioned in every other way, her ever-changing rockabilly style only enhanced her appeal for him.
    Her naturally small breasts were two sizes bigger now that she was breastfeeding and they swayed and bounced under her thin shirt with her movement up and down his cock. He could see her nipples were stiff and erect and the smell of breast milk told him that her arousal had caused them to leak. He enjoyed the sensations and the view until his need to touch her overcame him and he sat up, grasped her waist, and spun her around, settling her hips over his mouth as she continued to work his hard length with her warm, wet mouth. She was wearing a short denim skirt and he hiked it up and pulled her panties to the side to tease her clit, flicking his tongue over its stiffened peak, then sucking, careful to hold her thighs rather than her sore bottom. He penetrated her with his thumb and she wriggled against it for release. He picked up tempo, thumbing her while his middle finger covered her anus. He waited until he could feel her desire starting to erupt and then applied gentle pressure on her anus so that it sent her over the edge, and she climaxed in a paroxysm of muscular contractions. He struck the femoral artery in her inner thigh, heightening the orgasm ripping through his own body with the erotic taste of her blood in a perfect exchange of fluids. When he finished, he licked the puncture wounds closed and kissed her inner thigh.
    She crawled off the top of him and sat back, looking at him with a vulnerability that pulled at his heart. She was needy after last night, which he could understand. He had no problem giving her all the reassurance she required to know that his love for her was secure.
    “Dom, can we get the second spanking over with now?”
    His heart lurched for her.
    “Sure, bambina. ” He sat up and touched her face. “Are you anxious about it?”
    She nodded, looking miserable.
    He was wishing he hadn't set a second spanking, but he didn't believe in not following through on a promised punishment.
    “I'm sorry I scared you last night. You were wise to ask me to cool off.” Not that he had felt out of control, but if his fangs were out in anger he shouldn't touch his mortal wife, no matter how sure of himself he felt.
    Kate's eyes filled with tears, an acknowledgment of just how frightened she must have been. He pulled her into his arms and kissed the top of her head. She curled into him tightly and he stroked her hair. “We're going to be okay, bambina . Everything's going to be okay."
    After holding her and rubbing her back for a while, he drew back and lifted her beautiful face to his. “It really hurt that you would lie to me,” he said.
    “I'm sorry, Dom,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “At the time it felt more like an exaggeration than an actual lie.” She swallowed, shrinking a bit under his stare. “But I saw how it affected you. Believe me, I don't want to see you look at me like that again.”
    He blinked, feeling a wave of emotion wash over him—gratitude and love, tainted with pain.
    He managed a wry smile. “You don't want to see the fangs again?”
    “No sir,” she said, making him smile again. “Or not the angry fangs, anyway,” she added. The aroused fangs she could handle just fine.
    He smiled again. “Go fetch me the rubber spatula from the kitchen.”
    She gave him a strange look, a mixture of relief and wariness, as she straightened her skirt to obey. When she returned with the requested implement, he instructed her to remove her clothes and bend over the dresser. He watched her as she complied, unable to look at him.
    “Spread your legs,” he said, nudging them apart