Dark, Dangerous, Delicious Volume 1 (3 page)

The spanking continued for another full five minutes and when Randy was done he tossed the brush on top of the counter. “I am so proud of you.”

Jory was afraid his whimpering sounds were too much. Sniveling, he sucked in his breath.

“You’re going to go stand in the corner again for fifteen minutes,” Randy said as he eased Jory from his lap and wiped the tears from Jory’s cheeks, a smile crossing his face.

For some reason a sheer joy washed over him and he could see love and forgiveness in Randy’s eyes. ”Thank you.”

“You’re very welcome. Go. When I come back I think it’ll be time for you to suck my cock.”

As he heard Randy leaving the room, he couldn’t help but smile. There was no doubt in his mind he was loved. What a wonderful relationship.

The Night Calls

Drisco Barren was a night creature, but not just because of his trade. He preferred living in the shadows, seeing the world from more adventurous eyes. His work allowed him to venture out well after midnight, scoping for companionship. He chuckled as he eased out of his hiding place. He enjoyed people watching almost as much as catching prey. The thought was delicious indeed.

The neon infused lights of the bar across the street was a perfect hunting ground. Always packed with scores of hungry men and women, he had his selection every night, almost like a never-ending smorgasbord. Tonight, his cravings were dark, perhaps dangerous in design. He preferred a bit of chase before he had his meal. The club afforded him anonymity as well as a varied selection. On the menu tonight? A dark skinned man. There was something about ebony meat he couldn’t seem to get enough of. He’d heard a few women discussing the very concept. The saying was delicious and so very true.
The darker the berry the sweeter the fruit.
Drisco licked his lips in appreciation.

As he headed for the club, he raked his tongue back and forth across his aching incisors. He’d gone without food for three nights, a hell of a long time for him. He was used to having blood and sex at least every other night. Clenching his fist, he reeled back in his famished beast. Being a vampire in the twenty-first century wasn’t easy. Between worrying about being caught, indulging in both sexes and the ugly curses that vampires had to face these days, he was lucky he was healthy, happy and always horny.

The moment he entered into the club, his senses were assaulted. Blaring music and flashing lights enveloped every inch of the oversized space. Inhaling deeply, the scent of sex and exotic colognes was a heady combination. Sadly, he needed blood before he could enjoy the flavors of a human. This he loathed about being a creature born in the fires of Hell. As he strolled through the club, passing crowds of customers who were instantly attracted to his prowess and rugged good looks, he read the minds of those he was passing by.

It seemed everyone was desperately hungry for a wild night of passion and kink. And most especially they longed for their grasp of power. Sex wasn’t just about sating carnal desires but also about the illusion of control, whether feigned or something else. They longed to help themselves to the feast of flesh in front of them. Tonight, he was going to do the taking.

Easing to the bar, he simply gave the overtly sensual blond bartender a look, issuing a command about his drink request. Humans were so easy, so predictable. At least they were fertile ground with delicious bodies. And their blood was to die for.

“Mmm… Care to dance?” Her voice lilted as she swayed her hips back and forth, a seductive look on her face.

He could smell drugs as well as alcohol on her body. Drisco certainly wasn’t in the mood for something so dirty. Leaning over, he licked down the side of her neck, allowing his teeth to graze across her tender flesh. The taste would have been much better had she been clean. Still, the snippet of her blood was a tasty appetizer. “Not tonight.”

Purring, she moved back from him, dazed but her memory of a passionate interlude would serve her well.

As the tall glass of the club’s finest malt scotch was placed in front of him, Drisco scanned the perimeter of the club, searching for the perfect man. Soon after taking the first sip of the rich liquid he found the very human he was looking for. Standing by himself, the brawny man was at least six foot four with shoulder length dreds. His keen eyesight allowed him to see the way the man’s muscles ripped through the thin, body-hugging shirt.

He was quite turned on. Drisco watched his prey’s movements and could quickly see the black man was very much alone, perhaps scoping for something sexual just as he was. Licking the rim of his glass, Drisco savored both the flavor of the warm scotch as well as the draw toward the stranger. He was very keen on finding a submissive companion for the night by allowing his varied senses to take over. Men rarely showed their docile side in public, preferring to live the lie society forced on them. Even from this darkened corner of the bar he could surmise many things about the man he was going to drink from and fuck.

Mr. Tall, Dark and Gorgeous wanted nothing more than to have a Dom take complete control of him, body and soul. God, he did love savagely fucking a human on all fours, male or female. Humans were created and bred to be taken like animals. Period. Something he enjoyed tremendously. He took another swig of his drink and eased off the barstool. Time to feed.

Drisco moved through the crowd, licking his chops as his canines expanded. The closer he drew to the stunning hunk, the more he ached. He forced himself to wait in the shadows. Closing his eyes, he was able to read the man’s mind. The name Marcos seemed to suit him, rough-hewn with flair.

Marcos polished off a beer and slapped the bottle down on top of a table, instantly heading into the crowd.

There was no need to hurry. Marcos was merely going to the john, something he might not have to worry about again. Hmm… he wasn’t into killing his prey or turning them either. Both choices had their share of complications. However there was something about this one… No, he couldn’t allow himself to think this way. He glided forward, moving further into the darkness and toward the long hallway housing the bathrooms.

Drisco stood in the shadows, remaining totally quiet as other men passed by. Closing his eyes, he sensed the second Marcos was near. Without issuing a sound, he grabbed Marcos around the neck, pulling him backwards. The hold cut the man’s ability to make any noise and allowed him to drag Marcos further into the darkened hallway. He’d been in the club enough times to know and use the storerooms located in the very back of the club. They were never entered into at night, giving him complete privacy for fucking and feeding.

The moment he closed the door and let Marcos go, he knew the man was going to fight the inevitable. The emergency lighting nestled in the corner of the room allowed both men to see outlines, but Drisco had the distinct advantage. He could make out every detail of the sexy God-like creature. Even Marcos’ cock was beautiful, long and thick. Damn, he was hot as shit and Drisco wanted nothing more than to be hard as a rock.

“Who the fuck are you?” Marcos demanded, tumbling backwards. He quickly righted his body, hissing as he took a fighter’s stance.

“Your worst nightmare.” Drisco loved playing with them, especially when they were full of sass. His entire body was chilled, the need to feed as strong as it had ever been. Thank God he was old enough to have control. Too many of the young vampires seduced, then sliced and diced, keeping the local cops on edge. He had much more finesse.

“What? You some freak?”

“I’m your salvation.” Taking a single step forward, he barred his fangs. The way Marcos responded was somewhat of a surprise. His prey was curious more than anything. He cocked his head, allowing Marcos to see and register the fact Drisco had fangs. To his prey’s credit, he inched forward instead of racing away.

“Meaning?” His voice was breathless, his heart racing.

“Meaning I can give you life ever after.” Drisco didn’t have the desire to wait for an answer. Wrapping his arm around Marcos’ neck, he jerked his head back and sank his fangs into Marcos’ neck. As his warm blood filled his mouth, spilling down his throat, he fell into a state of pure euphoria. He drank, filing every cell with nutrients, and within seconds his entire body was encased in a heady warmth.

Marcos fought for only a few seconds before succumbing to Drisco’s power and his whimpers died off.

Drisco could see complete rapture fill Marcos’ eyes. The beauty of taking such an incredible specimen as carefully as his kind had been taught was allowing their prey to relish in the gift of raging bliss. He closed his eyes, drinking in his fill yet careful not to take too much. When he was sated, as far as feeding went, he eased Marcos’ trembling body back and wiped his mouth with the back of one hand.

Marcos swayed back and forth, his eyes glistening, a smile curling across his face. He blinked several times as if trying to focus and almost fell to the floor.

“Careful. You’re going to be weak for a while.” Drisco held him tenderly in his arms, brushing back the dreds hanging in his face. Cupping Marcus’ face, he lowered his head, capturing Marcos’ mouth. Instantly he pressed his tongue inside, forcing his soon to be lover to taste his own blood. Their tongues entwining, he closed his eyes and for a few minutes was lost in the man’s world.

When he broke the kiss he growled, licking the sweet blood from his lips. He certainly didn’t need to fight with Marcos. He was able to unfasten Marcos’ pants without any trouble.

“What…what are you doing?” Marcos finally asked, his eyes blinking rapidly.

“Giving you sheer pleasure. You do enjoy a man being in charge, fucking you brutally. Don’t you?” When he freed Marcos’ cock, he sucked in his breath. The blood pulsing through his veins, filling his blood vessels and organs, was giving him a raging hard on. His cock hadn’t ached this badly in months.

“God…I…”

“Tell me the truth.”

Marcos snorted. “Yes. Fucking yes.”

The drunken words were laced with pure need and Drisco was going to give his lover exactly what he was craving. He jerked off Marcos’ pants and issued a low hiss. Cupping Marcos’ cock and balls, he stroked roughly, making certain there was building friction. While he longed to suck off the man and taste his sweet cream, his needs were too great. “I’m going to fuck you.” For some reason he felt better telling his victims what he was going to do.

“Yeah…mmm…”

Drisco turned him around, shoving Marcos over a stack of boxes. He didn’t waste any time with passion or words. He was here to fuck and take, no matter what the man felt. Slipping the tip of his cock just inside Marcos dark hole, he tipped his head back and roared. Then he shoved the entire length of his cock deep inside Marcos’ ass.

“Fuck!” Marcos screeched, his body shaking.

“Quiet.” There was something unusual about taking this man and for a few seconds he was lost in the wild ride of sex. He removed his cock and thrust hard again, the force driving Marcos’ stomach into the sharp edge of the pallets.

“Fuck me,” Marcos begged.

Harder and faster Drisco plunged, taking the man like the beast he truly was. Snarling, he continued his brutal actions, the sounds of his swollen balls slapping against the black man’s ass fueling him to the point he was having trouble focusing. This man was like a drug and he was intoxicated. This rarely happened. No, this never happened.

“Good. Hard and good.”

“Yyyeeess…” Drisco tossed his head back and forth, longing for this to last, but his heart was racing, a grip unlike anything he’d felt before. He swallowed hard and for some reason needed more blood. The second he bit down on Marcos’ neck he came, cum spewing inside the man’s ass.

“Yes!” Marcos growled.

There was something odd about the sound of Marcos voice, a tone darker and much deeper. He continued to drink his fill of blood and an odd moment of rare clarity swept through his mind. He was drunk on the man’s blood, this human who…

Marcos pushed back, breaking their connection. “So good. I’m impressed.”

Drisco stumbled backward, every part of his body as close to being in a state of shock as he’d ever known. He wiped his mouth as he tried to hone in on what was different. He couldn’t see Marcos. What the hell?

“You were very good. Very good indeed. I think you’ll make the perfect slave for sex as well as blood, don’t you?”

As Marcos stepped closer and into the dim lighting, he gasped. Marcos’ elongated fangs and glowing skin meant only one thing. This was his enemy and he was very, very dead. “Fuck!”

Spank

“Marci, have you ever been spanked before, really spanked?” Ginny Markus asked as she nibbled on her straw and lifted her sunglasses, enjoying the warm sun showering down on her face.

“You mean like when we were kids and daddy paddling our ass when we were naughty? That kind of spanking?”

“Mmm… More like being taken over your guy’s knee, whipped until your ass is cherry red and you’re whimpering like a baby. Then forced to drop to your knees and suck his cock.
That
kind of spanking.” When she heard Marci sputtering and coughing she giggled and turned to face her best friend. “Please don’t tell me I shocked you?” But she could tell by Marci’s open mouth and gasps coming from her lips that she was. Okay, so no one knew about the fact she and Jason practiced domestic discipline, but that had been years before. Now… Ugh.

Marci sucked liquid from her straw as she sat up in her lounge chair. “Jesus, girl.”

“Come on. You’re not a prude. I’ve seen you suck a man in the front seat of a car going down I95.”

“That was only once!”

“Twice, but who’s counting?” Ginny laughed. “My goodness. You’d think I was asking about mass murder here or something. Maybe more frozen drinks are in order or perhaps I need to order you a box of sex toys and remind you about kink.”

Snorting, Marci swung her legs off the side, adjusting her bathing suit top. “I’ll have you know I’m a very kinky girl.”

“Oh yeah, prove it. Tell me the kinkiest thing you’ve ever done.” Ginny sipped her frozen margarita, watching her bestie try and answer the question.