Dirty Deeds (Paranormal Erotic Romance) (3 page)

He nestled his aching dick between the cheeks of her ass, wishing the denim and leather would disappear.

“What's your name, beautiful?”

“Melody,” she answered.

He almost laughed.
Who would have thought perfectly packaged sin would come wrapped in an innocent name like Melody?

“I'm Drake, and it would be my pleasure to teach you a bit about the lifestyle tonight if you so wish.” Her restless ass wiggled against his lap, testing his renowned patience like never before. He wondered how far she was prepared to take this.

“I don't know, Drake.” She drawled her answer, mocking his offer.

“Gonna be like that, huh?”

She smiled coyly.

“A real brat I see.” Her tinkling giggle rode the control he clung to by a thread. If it broke free, he'd be hauling her fine ass to the whipping post. He loved to play with a bratty sub but he wanted her to know more about what she was getting into.

“Do you like pain, Melody?” The dark heat in her eyes gave her away despite the grim line of her mouth. He lifted her off his crotch and settled her in between his legs facing the bar. His strong hands boldly caressed the smooth skin of her thighs, slipping just under the hemline of her short skirt to graze the curve of her cheeks. To his delight, her ass was bare except for the slim strip of lace from her thong. “Would you like the sharp sting of my hand slapping your bottom? I bet it would color up nicely.” His bold hands moved farther under her skirt to fondle and nip at her beautiful skin.

She gasped at a particularly firm pinch, and he couldn't help but smile. This woman, whom he just met, writhed underneath his touch, her quick response remarkable and stoking every dominant cell in his body. He looked around, remembering they were still at the open bar, and saw many hungry gazes watching their show. Given half the chance, a dozen or so men would challenge him for her. But he wanted to be the one to teach her, to reveal the depths of pleasure she could attain from his pain and control.

“You came in here tonight looking for something, Melody. Will you let me give you a taste of what being with a Dominant is like?” She murmured a response under her breath as her bottom wiggled harder into his hands.
Oh yeah, primed and ready.

“You have nothing to fear. Anything we do will be safe and consensual per the rules of the club as well as my own beliefs. If you say stop, we stop.” He ran the tip of his finger along the seam of her bottom, dipping under the lace of her panties. He waited for her response, but no reply came from her. He pulled her farther back onto his lap, her body flush against his chest so his lips rested near her ear.

“Do you need me to tell you what to do? Is that what you want? For me to take away your choice in the matter?”

His warm words brushed against her ear and neck, heating her further. He somehow knew just what she needed to hear. His big rough hands continued to roam her skin with just the right amount of gentle caresses and firm pressure. Her panties were likely soaked as moisture continued to slip from her sex, driving her wild.

But wait
! This was Drake.
Shit
!

She'd momentarily lost her senses under the onslaught of his attentions, forgetting the shock of seeing him again. When she'd walked into the club, she'd noticed him right off.

He and his friends sat at a little table near the end of the bar. His jet-black wavy hair had curled around his neck and collar, and still looked as in need of a haircut as the last time she’d seen him. Angled away from the entrance, she hadn't seen his eyes, but she remembered the hazel depths she'd gotten lost in many times and the strong lines of his masculine face. His shoulders had seemed a yard wide, molded underneath a red shirt, with bronzed muscles she knew rippled when he moved. Her gaze wandered down the lines of his strong form, admiring the grip of the denim across sturdy thighs. Even in a crowd, his presence compelled, and her instincts had warned her to bolt back out the door.

Instead, time had stood still and she'd been thrust into the past. Her mystery man had ventured into the library every week for months before she got up the nerve to approach him. But once she did, he lavished her with attention every chance he got. Her stomach fluttered now much as it did before when she stood too close him. His aura of strength wrapped around her until her panties were wet and her sex clenched with a fierce arousal she couldn't control.

They'd flirted and kissed in the stacks, until one day things got out of hand and Drake almost took her virginity. One minute she'd been a silly young girl in love, with his tongue lapping at her pussy, and the next he was gone. For a while, she'd believed her rash confession of virginity had driven him away, but eventually she'd faced the facts that his leaving had nothing to do with her and everything to do with his own weaknesses. Not long after that she’d met Harold…

Finding Drake in a club like this after all this time definitely shed new light on the situation, and the timing couldn't be better.

She wanted to stomp right over there and give him hell. Thankfully, she'd remembered just in time that he wouldn't be able to recognize her anymore. He'd spurned Melanie, not Melody. Her emotions had gone white-hot under the onslaught of memories, and she'd thought to get some payback. With one soul down the other night, she still had four more to go to get Harold off her back. Drake seemed the perfect quarry. Instead of a child like outburst, a new idea had sprung and she’d acted quickly. Melody bit her tongue to keep the smile from her face. He'd walked right into her impromptu trap, and now she was on the cusp of a little revenge, Melody-style.

Easier said than done. With his hot hard hands on her ass and his breath in her ear, her reasoning for payback was growing fuzzy by the second. The promise of carnal sensuality that oozed from every pore of this man interested her more than it should as she considered his offer.

Oh hell
! She was such a slut.

Not that there was anything wrong with having a good time before she turned on him.
What's a little orgasm between enemies?

“Stand up, Melody.” Apparently he'd taken her silence to mean she wanted him to take charge.
Well why not? It sounded like fun
. Let him think he's the one in control right up until she decided to capture his soul. She scrambled from his lap, adjusting her skirt as she did. “Did I say to pull down your skirt?” She started at his question.

“Uh, no. I just—”

“Lesson number one, Melody. You only do as I tell you. Nothing more, nothing less. Do you understand?”

She nodded her head.

“Tell me, Melody.”

“Yes, I understand.”

“'Yes, Sir' is the appropriate answer.”

“Yes, Sir, I understand.” A slight smile crossed his dark features, enhancing his good looks without easing his sexy new dangerous aura at all. Strong music sounded throughout the club as a new song started up. Melody recognized her favorite band right off, shimmied her hips a bit, and quietly sang a few bars.

“You know this song, Melody?”

She looked into his questioning eyes while she sang a few more bars.

“Of course you do.
Problem Child
. Are you a problem child, Melody?” Before she could respond, he gripped her hand and led her across the room. Forgetting the song, she followed him closely, curious to see what he had in mind for her. She'd felt the outline of his hard cock pressing against her, and the thought of him sinking that length into her gave her a jolt. Drake was not a small man.

He stopped in front of a quiet and semiprivate alcove. A wooden sawhorse covered in black padded leather stood in the middle of the space, leather cuffs dangling from each of the legs. Along the wall behind the stool was an array of sensual tools such as paddles, floggers, ropes, and whips. She must have been standing there with her eyes wide and mouth open because Drake looked at her with a soft reassuring look.

“Don't worry, hon. I'm not going to hurt you.” His fingers caressed her back in a slow, steady pattern. “Unless you want me to.”

The implications of his statement seeped into her as she considered his sensual threat. Her heart rate accelerated in response to her fear as well as the lust knifing through her.

Drake spun her to face him. “Do you really want me to show you what this is all about?” His face hovered close, his lips only inches away from hers. “To make you burn from my voice alone?”

Emotion she thought long forgotten welled inside her chest as she fought to maintain her composure. Once upon a time, she had wanted Drake more than anything else. Now she was a stranger, and from the look of his erection straining at his pants, he wanted her almost as much as she yearned for him. Without the mushy gushy girl part of course.

A frown pulled at her face.
Make up your damned mind, Melody, he’s waiting
. With a deep cleansing breath, she buried the past and smiled up at him. She could give him free reign for a little while. She'd always wanted to experience this, to let go and be mastered. And at least her first time would be with Drake, not a stranger.

“Do you want to say no?”

Melanie would have said no and run screaming from the club, but she wasn't here anymore.

“Or do you want to say yes?” His breath whispered across her cheek. “Are you going to let me teach you the pleasure in pain?” His hands gripped at her shoulders and pulled her closer. “Tell me.”

“Yes, I want all of it.” And she did.

His mouth covered hers in a sizzling kiss. Hungry. Aching. Needy. Melody opened to him, accepting the greedy thrust of his tongue, which delivered the uniqueness of Drake she remembered all too well. Spice and honey exploded within her on a blast of heat her body craved. Her head swam and her legs weakened. She moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the hungry sound.

He edged her back closer to the bench as his hand slipped underneath her skirt once again, rough hands kneading her buttocks. Heat spiked and she thought her blood might begin to boil at any moment.

He continued to eat at her mouth with short nips of his teeth and long swipes of his tongue against hers. She pressed into him, wishing she could rub her bare nipples against him, not her corset. Desperate for more contact, she grabbed at his shoulders.

Drake eased his lips from her mouth, pinned her with a warning look, and pulled her arms down to her side.

“When you tell me to stop, I'll stop. But don't say it unless you really mean it. Otherwise you wait for instruction.” Drake pushed against the small of her back, leaning her over the cool leather padding.

A shudder ran through her. The tone of his command, the pressure of his hand. He wanted to give her a taste of this dark and kinky lifestyle right here in the midst of a crowded club where anyone could amble by and watch and not a single objection raised in her mind. The eroticism of that stunned her.

“Lift up your skirt for me, Melody.” Drake's tone changed, becoming rougher and authoritative.

Her stomach clenched in excitement as she anticipated living out one of her long held fantasies.
Yeah, Drake's punishment could wait a while longer
. Melody reached behind her back and grabbed the edge of her skirt, wiggling it above her hips, baring her ass to him. The cool air of the room rushed over her heated skin, setting off pulsing sensations in her pussy. Her muscles tightened in impatience as she waited for his next move.

“Relax, Melody.”

His words didn't prepare her for the sensation of cool leather rubbing her ass. She swung her head around to see that Drake had a riding crop in his hand, feathering it over her skin.